Rock Me Longer (Licks Of Leather Book 1), page 1
Rock Me Longer
Licks of Leather, Book One
Jenna Jacob
ROCK ME LONGER
Licks of Leather, Book 1
Jenna Jacob
Published by Jenna Jacob
Copyright 2019, Dream Words, LLC
Edited by: Blue Otter Editing, LLC
ePub ISBN: 978-1-7325731-2-3
Print ISBN: 978-1-7325731-3-0
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
Author’s Note
I might own the stage,
but no one owned my heart…
until I laid eyes on her.
Burk Jennings had everything a man could want—houses, cars, and an endless supply of willing women. As lead singer of the iconic rock band Licks of Leather, he’d been blessed with fame and fortune. Still, he was restless, struggling with burnout, and pondering hanging up his microphone for some peace and privacy.
Sofia Jackson grew up poor and fast. After clawing her way out of the gutter, she worked diligently to earn a killer reputation in the music promotion industry, ensuring no one would ever have the power to drag her down again. Work was her life, which left her no room for frivolous fantasies, especially those about Burk.
But their forbidden fantasies can’t be contained, and their passion combusts, consuming Burk and Sofia. When secrets are spilled and trust is broken, will betrayal destroy them both?
Author’s note:
Rock Me Longer was inspired by the novella Seducing Sofia.
When I first began writing Burk and Sofia’s story, I knew I had to delve deeper and dissect the sizzling connection the unlikely couple shared.
I hope you enjoy it.
~ Jenna ~
For Sean…
Who rocks my world,
every day and every night.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Thank You
About the Author
Also by Jenna Jacob
Chapter One
Sofia
“Why am I being nominated to fetch His Highness?” I leveled a glare at Ross Walker, drummer of the legendary rock group Licks of Leather, seated across the aisle of the opulent tour bus.
“Because you’re the road manager. You’re the one who makes sure this musical band of misfits gets to our next interview, sound check, and concert while convincing the press we’re choirboys.” He patted my shoulder derisively. “So go do your job.”
Forcing down a scathing reply, I clenched my jaw and counted to ten. Three weeks ago, I’d been happily living my dream job, orchestrating publicity and marketing strategies for Fusion Productions, the industry leader in concert promotions. Then my boss and company owner, Quinn MacKinnon, dangled a huge bonus in my face if I could keep the bad boys of rock in line for the remainder of their tour.
I’d hesitated since the last four road managers Quinn hired had quit, most in tears. But he was insistent, assuring that I’d gain immeasurable experience to help better serve our clients. That swayed me some, but in the end greed won out. I said yes, naively thinking, How hard could it be?
As it turned out, I’d signed on to an unending nightmare. I’d become a glorified babysitter to five musically gifted, beer-swigging, pussy-chasing adult frat boys.
Like it or not, hunting down the egotistical man-whore in question was part of my job description now. Hopefully when that six-figure bonus hit my checking account, these weeks of frustration and stress would be worth it. Right now, I wasn’t convinced.
Still, I wasn’t about to quit. Quinn and these rowdy rockers would soon discover how stubborn I could be. Not only did I loathe backing down from a challenge, I’d left everything behind in my quest for success—my home, my friends, even my fiancé. I would put up with these guys and their sophomoric antics another seven weeks and achieve my goal, come hell or high water.
Peering out the window of our tour bus, I studied the nondescript brick building Burk was supposedly inside. “What is this place?”
Bass player Syd Wilson lifted the signature fedora off his face and sent me a sidelong glance. “It’s where Quinn told us to pick up Burk.”
Of course the golden boy lead singer with an infuriating ego the size of Texas expected special treatment.
“I know. I was sitting at the table when Burk jumped up and left the restaurant before dinner, remember?”
Darren Ash, lead guitarist, bit back a smirk. “It’s…a club.”
“Oh, stop acting like you all don’t know what’s going on,” scoffed keyboard player Ozzy Page.
Ross sighed. “All right. It’s a place where Burk gets his freak on.”
Get his freak on?
I was afraid to ask. From what I’d seen, Burk Jennings indulged his freak regularly. After each performance, he’d pick eager groupies and usher them back to his dressing room. Common sense told me he wasn’t signing autographs for the vapid, breathless girls. How the sinfully gorgeous hunk found the stamina to play hide the microphone with so many of them after giving his all on stage for three hours was beyond me.
Okay, fine. I was jealous. The fact that the rock god had never invited me to play with his microphone stung. But then, why would he? I wasn’t a pale-skinned, stick-thin blonde with ginormous tits, so I wasn’t his type. But come on…more than a mouthful of boobs was a waste, right? Along with my café-au-lait-colored skin, I had loose copper curls, courtesy of my sperm donor father’s Spanish heritage. And I also had hips, thanks to my addiction to French fries and chocolate. My physical attributes alone guaranteed Burk Jennings would never lock his lust-filled blue eyes on me or add my name to his to-do list. Which royally sucked because he was every woman’s dirty fantasy—especially mine.
Sure, I could try and seduce him, and Burk might even fuck me since he wasn’t the kind of man to turn down pussy. But I wasn’t going to. Aside from my fear of rejection, I wanted to keep my job. And no part of me wanted to be one more notch on his mic stand. I could get “just sex” anywhere. But I wanted to see if the rumors that Burk had a naughty dark side were true. I wanted to know if him controlling and commanding me flipped his switch as much as it inspired my fantasies.
Never going to happen.
Yes, I had it bad for the irresistible lead man, but I also had a healthy sense of self-preservation, so I hid my kinky desires behind an icy wall of indifference.
And damn him, the more distance I tried to put between us, the harder Burk pushed my buttons.
Nibbling my lip, I glanced out the window again. What kind of club was this place? A swingers’ den? A strip club? My stomach twisted. I had no desire to see the man who ruled my climax catalogue balls deep in another woman.
Dragging in a breath, I straightened my spine. Whatever weird shit Burk was doing in there didn’t concern me. Nothing in my job description said I was responsible for his moral code. Which was a good thing, since the man didn’t seem to have one.
Syd glared Ozzy’s way before sliding the hat back over his eyes. “I was trying to be tactful.”
“Why start now?” Ozzy chuckled.
“Suck my guitar strap.” The bass player scowled.
“Why don’t you just text Burk and tell him we’re out here waiting?” I asked.
Ross’s resting murder face sliced me like an axe, unnerving me as much as his imposing size. “I already did. Six times. He hasn’t replied. Sorry, sweet cheeks, but you’ll have to go in there and haul him out.”
Clearly, none of them were going to do me a favor and go after Burk. As Ross had succinctly pointed out, it was my job.
Bastards.
Stifling a curse, I stormed off the bus and crossed the sidewalk. After yanking the door open, I stepped inside a large, empty foyer decorated in lavish shades of cream and burgundy. At the far end of the room, an unmanned podium stood in front of a thick curtain. Muffled voices melded with strange slapping and cracking noises, accompanied by a pungent scent I couldn’t quite place.
Suddenly, from behind the drape, a woman screamed in agony.
I jumped as a blast of adrenaline slammed my chest. My heart rate tr
“You lost, girl?”
With a frightened yelp, I stumbled back from the badass biker, retreating another foot as he dragged a disapproving scowl at my Licks Of Leather T-shirt and yoga pants. And when he crossed thick, tattooed arms over his even thicker chest, my brain began imploring, Please don’t hurt me.
“Um…” I couldn’t seem to find the rest of my words.
His frown fell away. “I’m Drake. Tell me why you’re here.”
His deep voice held unexpected compassion that partially eased my fears of a terrible, torturous death.
“I’m here to pick up Burk Jennings. Would you please let him know we’re waiting for him on the bus?”
“Bus?”
I mutely nodded as I turned, pointing to the windows. To my surprise, a false wall completely covered the panes visible from the street, as if not to keep people from looking out but rather in.
A wary chill slid up my spine.
Drake frowned. “There’s no member here named Burk.”
“That’s just great.” I huffed, slapping my hands on my hips. “Now what am I supposed to do? Obviously, Quinn gave us the wrong address.”
“Quinn MacKinnon?”
“Yes. You know him?” A sliver of hope sprouted wings within me.
Drake’s lips flattened. “Wait here. I’ll get Mika.”
As he disappeared through the curtain, a gust of air wafted over my face. The potent, musky scent of sex filled my senses. But there was an underlying essence that brought back memories of the saddle I’d used when I’d taken horseback-riding lessons as a kid.
I was still trying to dissect why this place would smell of leather when I heard a woman moaning. “Oh, god…yes. Please…please…oh, please…”
A wave of heat rolled up my body. She sounded as if she was about to have a really happy ending. And since Burk was somewhere behind the curtain, I wondered if he was the guy providing it.
Lucky girl.
Moments later, a bald, muscle-bound man stepped into the foyer and flashed me a welcoming smile, his white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. “Hello. I’m Mika LaBrache. You’re here to see Burk?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I’m afraid he’s… Well, he’s busy at the moment. What’s your name?”
“Sofia Jackson. I’m Burk’s road manager.”
“Have you ever been to a club like this with him before?”
I had no idea what like this meant. “No. I don’t join the band when they”—bang babes—“um, party.”
“I see.”
“I mean. I know Burk’s here to get his freak on, so…”
Mika’s eyes widened as he repressed an amused smile. “All right, then. I’ll buy you a drink while we wait for him to finish.”
Did I really want to see what was beyond that heavy velvet drape? Probably not, but I followed the man, noting the sensual sounds growing louder and the carnal scent stronger. Just as I was about to chicken out and rush for the bus, Mika wrapped a firm grip around my elbow and led me through the red velvet barrier.
The second I caught sight of what was happening in the massive room, I felt as if I’d stepped into the pages of the steamy romance novels I secretly consumed. Equipment I’d only read about lined three walls—and people were using it in ways I’d only ever dreamed of.
Oh. My. God. I was in an honest-to-god dungeon.
My heart sputtered. The rumors were true. Burk actually shared my dark desires. Hell, he lived them.
I was drinking in the erotic sights and absorbing the intimate sounds, knowing I should look away. But I couldn’t. I’d been aware this kind of lifestyle existed, but fictional tales hadn’t prepared me for the spine-tingling images of Dominants spanking, whipping, flogging, and fucking their restrained submissives.
My mouth went dry. My stomach whirled. My nipples tightened. My girl parts tingled with forbidden delight as I watched my naughty fantasies playing out mere feet away.
To my left, a woman, bound to a table, panting and launching her hips up toward a man’s mouth as he latched onto her pussy, nearly caused my knees to buckle. Like a much-needed lifeline, Mika gripped my elbow tighter and led me deeper into the dungeon. Three steps later, he tugged me back to prevent me from stumbling into a young girl wearing nothing but a leather collar.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, realizing why Drake had scowled at my attire. Clearly, I was overdressed.
“No worries. It gets a little crazy here on the weekends.” Mika smiled as he pulled a stool from the bar and nodded at the seat.
It wasn’t a request.
Working to reel in my nerves, I complied.
Seemingly satisfied, Mika eased onto the stool beside me and returned a smile from a very pregnant blonde behind the bar. Behind her, a massive Viking dude leaned against the wall. His tree-trunk arms were crossed over his mile-wide chest as he watched her like a protective sentinel.
Mika’s bouncers weren’t little boys.
“Evening, Sir…miss. What can I get you to drink?” she asked, absently caressing her round belly.
“Would you like a soda or juice?” Mika turned to me, inquiring brow raised.
“Soda is fine. Thank you.”
“Two colas, Samantha.”
“Coming right up, Sir.”
As the woman waddled away, I glanced over my shoulder, hoping to spy Burk among the crowd. My glance first skimmed over the people sitting at the tables and chairs clustered in the center of the room, then at the play stations lining the walls, but most of those men had their backs to me. Still, I didn’t see Burk anywhere. Was he in some kind of private playroom?
Shoving down a pang of envy, I peered over at Mika. “Do you have any idea how much longer Burk will be?”
Swiveling on his stool, he gazed across the room. A slow, knowing smile speared his lips. “I’d say not much longer.”
Following his line of sight, I locked onto the back of a stunning shirtless man with dark jeans slung low on his hips. He was bent over a light-skinned African-American woman kneeling on a padded bench. His sun-kissed muscles rippled and bunched as he worked the buckles of the cuffs from her wrists. As I stared, fixating on his every masterful move, a sick sense of déjà vu slid over me. Something about him was familiar. And when he lifted his hand to caress the angry welts striping the sub’s ass, I caught sight of the familiar tattoos on his fingers.
Burk.
Pain stabbed. I gasped a rough breath as I struggled to process the sight of him with a woman who was anything but his usual type. A woman who looked a lot like me.
Confusion rocked me to the core.
As the sub raised her head, he brushed the dark curls—so much like my own—from her face. Then he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She flashed him a dreamy smile and eagerly nodded before he bent and pressed his mouth to hers. Fingers trembling, I lifted them to my own lips and imagined the warmth of his kiss. A kiss I’d never know the pleasure of.
A flamethrower of jealousy suddenly scorched me raw.
Burk stood straight before thrusting his shoulders back, parting his legs, and clasping his hands behind his back. His unyielding Dominant pose sent a wicked explosion of yearning ricocheting through me. I couldn’t peel my eyes off him as a familiar tingle slid through me and gathered between my legs.
I wanted to touch him. No. I wanted him to touch me. Wanted him to kiss my lips and whisper naughty things in my ear.
“Find who you’re looking for?” Mika prompted.
“Yes,” I whispered automatically.
When Burk pivoted, I caught a heart-sputtering view of his profile. Though he clearly was with someone else, that didn’t stop desire from expanding inside me. If anything, his impressive pose exposing the rugged line of his jaw, the sensual slope of his nose, and masculine outline of his Adam’s apple made him even more alluring.
