Текст книги "Double Time"
Автор книги: Olivia Cunning
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“I…” she shrieked. Shrieked? What in the fuck was wrong with her? Keep it together, Reagan. Keep it together. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t come out here to join you in the hot tub. I came to challenge you to a guitar duel.” What? No, not that. She’d come out there to console Trey about Sinners. To tell him there was no way Brian would ever leave the band. But what did she know? She didn’t know Brian. She was just a hopeful fangirl.
His eyebrows lifted with interest. “A guitar duel?”
“Yeah. I have to go practice with my band.” She sucked in a breath of pure terror. She was certainly running through a wide gamut of emotions this morning. “My band… Exodus End,” she mumbled. “Oh my fucking God!”
Trey laughed.
Reagan took a deep steadying breath. “After we’re done practicing, I want to duel you, Trey Mills.”
“At high noon?” He whistled the theme to some old spaghetti Western.
“After you’re done with your soak in the hot tub.”
“And if I win, you’ll join me in the hot tub?”
Her heart skipped several beats. “If that’s what you want.”
He stroked a lock of hair from her cheek. “That’s only the beginning of what I want, Reagan.”
She laughed again. She really was just nervous, but she knew it sounded like she was laughing at him. Rejecting his advances. Never in a million years would she purposely laugh at Trey Mills. And yet, she kept doing it. He dropped his hand, a confused scowl on his handsome face. Reagan wanted to strangle herself.
“If I win the duel, we’re going to the skate park,” she said. The skate park? What am I? Thirteen?
“You skate?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted. Oh God, he thinks I’m an immature idiot.
“Sounds fun.”
Liar, liar, lack of pants, I’m on fire. “Yeah. Good. See you later, then.” Mortified by her complete lack of poise, she fled into the house through the door Trey had left open and followed the sounds of music to the practice room.
“There you are,” Dare said. “I was starting to think I was going to have to come rescue you from the hot tub and my brother’s libido.”
Reagan’s cheeks flamed. That might have been a possibility if she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself.
“She’s not stupid enough to fall for that player,” Max said.
Oh, but she was. Stupid. For that player.
With his good hand, Max took Reagan by the wrist and led her into a large closet beside the practice room. They faced a wall that had guitars hanging from one end to the other on pegs. Some were Dare’s. Some Max’s. Some Logan’s bass guitars. All drool-worthy. Reagan sighed in bliss. Who needed men when you had guitars? She wanted to roll around on them naked. Which would probably be a tad uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. She was in lust with every instrument in the room.
“Dare pointed out that I won’t need my guitars,” Max said, “at least for a while, so take your pick.”
“I couldn’t,” Reagan said, even as her fingers itched to grab the black guitar with electric blue flames directly in front of her.
“At least try one out. I’d rather give them to you than get rid of them. Think of it as a gift.”
“Okay,” she gushed and lifted the guitar from the hooks in the wall.
“Nice choice,” he said.
She had the sudden urge to burst into tears. Maximilian Richardson had paid her a compliment. And let her touch his guitar. Even better, let her play his guitar. How was she ever going to get used to this?
Once they had her hooked up to an amplifier, Max called out songs and everyone followed his lead. Reagan was really glad she’d practiced all of their songs to prepare for the audition. She actually knew what she was doing, and they seemed impressed that she was keeping up with them. Sweet!
As she played with her new band, she had to continually remind herself that to really serve them as a musician she should mimic Max’s sound as closely as she could. It wasn’t much of a challenge. Max was a great guitarist, but Dare was the real six-stringed talent in the band. Reagan played with her usual heart, but damn if it wasn’t hard to concentrate in the presence of this many great musicians. These men were her inspiration. They were rock gods. Gods. And they already accepted her into their fold as if she belonged there. They played through about half of their set list. After several songs Reagan began to relax, but she was careful to keep the sound consistent. She spread her feet apart for balance, closed her eyes, and nodded her head in time with Steve’s hard and heavy beat that was made cohesive by Logan’s low bass. She let Max’s incredible voice carry her away. Paid extra close attention to Dare, to complement his hard, edgy sound rather than compete with it. When the song ended, Reagan opened her eyes to find the members of Exodus End staring at her.
“What?” she said, her face flaming again.
“Band meeting!” Steve called and climbed out from behind his drum kit accompanied by several loud thuds and clangs.
Did a band meeting include her? She looked to Max for direction.
He hooked his microphone into its stand, noticed her looking to him for guidance, and said, “Stay here, Reagan. We’ll be back in a few.”
Her stomach dropped. She was being excluded. They’d changed their minds. She knew this was too good to be true. And she’d mistakenly thought she was doing well. Fitting in. She’d been fooling herself into believing this miracle was part of her reality.
“Okay,” she said with a cheerfulness she did not feel.
It had been a phenomenal dream the forty minutes it had lasted.
The band filtered out of the room, leaving her alone. She played one of Bait-n-Switch’s old riffs to keep herself occupied while she waited. A pair of bare feet entered her line of vision. Her head snapped up.
“Is that the riff you want to duel me with?” Trey asked. “I’m not familiar with it.”
“It’s a riff I wrote, but it isn’t any good.”
“I kind of like it. Do you want to use it in our duel?”
Trey snagged Dare’s guitar from its stand and lifted the strap over his head. The wide strip of studded leather rested at an angle across Trey’s well-defined bare chest. The body of Dare’s white guitar settled low in front of his pelvis. A no longer naked pelvis. Trey was still shirtless, but he’d put on his jeans. Gnawing on her tongue, Reagan stared at his nipple ring for a long moment before remembering that he’d asked her a question.
“Naw. Too easy. You pick a riff.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “How about the intro to ‘Crazy Train?’”
She loved this man. He had excellent taste. Reagan tore into the intro of “Crazy Train” without waiting for a signal. Flying through the series of building notes with no problem, she paused and Trey echoed what she’d played. When he reached the end, she upped the tempo of the intro and played it again. He echoed her perfectly. She played it faster still, concentrating so intently on the notes that she didn’t notice he’d edged closer until his arm brushed hers. She stumbled over a series of notes, the strings feeling awkward under her trembling fingertips. He was left-handed and she was right-handed, so the necks of their guitars faced opposite directions. Scowling at her mistake, Reagan pressed on. Trey copied her, down to purposely making the same error she’d made. She glanced up at him and grinned. He grinned back and winked at her. The next few notes she played sounded like drowned cats choking on strangled chickens. Her heart thundered in her chest. She lowered her gaze to his mouth. A spasm gripped her pussy as she watched the tip of his tongue slide over his lip. God, she wanted him to kiss her.
As if he were a mind reader, Trey turned, lowered his head, and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Stunned, she pulled away and lifted a hand to slap him. She caught herself just in time. She got lost in his eyes, her hand suspended millimeters from his angular jaw. He tilted his head so that her fingertips brushed his cheek and then turned his head to caress her tingling flesh with his lips. Gentle, sucking kisses on the tips of her fingers drew a groan of longing from deep within her. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her desperate kiss.
He quickly took control, applying a gentle suction to her lips and then teasing them with hints of an expert tongue and tender nibbles. She tugged him closer, wanting to press against his hard body. Chaotic screeches wailed from their guitars as their strings rubbed against each other.
“You two do not make beautiful music together,” Dare said as he returned to the room.
Reagan jerked away from Trey and discovered he hadn’t been holding onto her at all. All the contact between them had been her doing. Oh God, she’d thrown herself at him. She should be mortified, but she wasn’t. She wanted to throw herself at him again and keep throwing herself at him until he caught her.
“Does this mean I win?” Trey asked, his deep voice doing strange things to her nipples.
She chanced a peek at the front of her thin white tank top. Yep, her arousal was apparent. She crossed her arms over her chest. Why had she decided against a bra that morning? As a card-carrying member of the itty bitty titty committee she didn’t really need to wear a bra most days, but one would have concealed her high beam issue.
“Did I say you could borrow my guitar, bro?” Dare asked.
Trey removed the guitar and handed it to Dare. Reagan squeaked in surprise when Trey drew her against him and claimed her mouth in another kiss. Glad she hadn’t been the one to initiate the contact between them this time, her arms slid around him to draw him closer. For once in her life she wished a guitar wasn’t hanging around her neck so she could relish the full length of Trey’s lean body against hers. Feel his rigid arousal against her damp mound. Why was she melting against him instead of trying to fend him off? Why was she stroking the cool, smooth skin of his back as if she hadn’t just met the guy? What was it about this man that was so utterly irresistible?
Trey’s mouth moved to her ear. “I want you,” he whispered.
A shiver of pure delight snaked down Reagan’s spine, and she shuddered with complete surrender.
God, yes, take me you sexy, sexy man. Right here. Right now. Any way I can have you. I want you too.
“Trey, we need to talk to your latest conquest for a moment,” Dare said. “Do you mind?” He waved at the open door in get-the-hell-out-of-here-twerp fashion.
Latest conquest? Could a man who made her feel this special be a player? She realized that’s exactly what made Trey a good player. She was so going to get her heart broken. And while that realization totally sucked, she’d deal with it when the time came. There was no way she was shying away from that opportunity. Or that man.
“I’ll meet you in the hot tub,” Trey said to Reagan.
Probably not a good idea, but she had lost their duel. Might not have if he hadn’t touched her. Kissed her. Drove her to utter distraction. Thank God he had. Otherwise they might be heading off to the skate park. Yeah, not exactly her best idea.
“I’ll be there in a bit,” she said, her heart thudding in anticipation.
Trey moved from her loose hold and slid past the congregated members of Exodus End. Reagan’s face flamed. Again. They’d all been watching that. What must they think of her?
“We talked,” Dare said.
They all looked so serious. Reagan swallowed. Here it comes. Dreams smashed against the rocks.
“We want to sign you for the upcoming concert season,” Max said. “The first half of the tour is US. The second half is world. We leave in three weeks. Can you get your shit, um… stuff, in order before then?”
“Of course!” she gushed.
“Awesome,” Max said. His welcoming smile faded. “We do have a few concerns.”
“Concerns?”
“First, you’re a woman.”
She lifted a brow at him. “Last time I checked. Is that a problem?”
“Potentially,” Max said. “Things happen on tours that might offend you.”
She snorted with laughter. “I am unoffendable, Max. Trust me on that.”
“We’re guys,” Logan said. “We’re not used to having to behave ourselves.”
“Why would you have to behave yourselves?” Reagan asked.
“You’re a woman,” Steve said.
“I think we’ve already agreed on that point.”
“We don’t want you to get freaked out and leave in the middle of the tour,” Dare said.
“No chance.”
“You’ll undoubtedly see things…”
“I get it. You guys party. You fuck sluts. You cuss and argue. You lose your minds and break shit. Whatever. I can handle it.”
They exchanged glances.
“I can handle it,” she insisted.
“All right, but we’re going to be pissed if you back out on us.”
“I won’t.”
“Our second concern…”
The four of them shifted their gazes to the floor. It must be a pretty big concern to make four balls-of-steel rock stars unable to meet her eyes.
“We all noticed that you are…” Steve murmured.
“Fucking hot,” Logan blurted.
“Yeah, hot,” Max agreed. “But…”
“You need a makeover, sweetheart,” Dare said.
She was fucking hot, but she needed a makeover? She set her jaw to control the anger rising up from her chest. “I see. And if I refuse?”
“You’ll be destroyed by the tabloids.”
“We know you’re in this for the music, Reagan, and so are we, but… we kind of have this reputation of…”
“Looking gorgeous,” Reagan said flatly.
“If you don’t want to be a part of that, it’s okay, just know that you’re going to hear about it,” Max said.
“Remember that time Dare cut his hair?” Logan said. “You would have thought it was a national emergency.”
“I’ll think about it,” Reagan said. If she didn’t get a makeover, she was going to end up the frog in a group of princes. Just freaking wonderful.
“We also think you might need a personal bodyguard,” Steve said. “When our fans see you…” He produced a low growl that made Reagan feel like willing prey.
“A bodyguard?” she managed to say.
“We have security. They’re just not used to keeping too close an eye out for one individual. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
She lowered her chin and gave them all her frostiest look. “Look here, guys. I’m not some delicate flower. I’ve been in my share of mosh pits.”
“We wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” Dare repeated. “It would put our minds at ease.”
She scrubbed her face with both hands knowing she was going to cave. “Fine. I know someone who can guard my body.”
“You know someone?”
“Yeah, my roommate is in security. As overprotective as he is, he’ll totally get off on it.” Having her best friend, Ethan, on tour with her would be fun. He’d help ease her nerves as well as protect her body.
“So you’re signing on with us?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
And then she was going to celebrate in a hot tub with Trey Mills.
Chapter 4
Trey leaned back against the edge of the hot tub and closed his eyes. He wondered if Reagan would actually stay true to her word or if she’d back out of their bargain. He couldn’t quite figure her out. It unsettled him a little. He liked it a bit too much.
An excited squeal grew in pitch and volume from the hall in the house. Trey’s eyes snapped open and, through the ballroom windows, he watched Reagan sprint down the hall and into the changing rooms that led to the pool area. She stopped beside the hot tub and shook a piece of paper as if it were a winning lottery ticket. “A one-year contract with chance of renewal,” she yelled.
“Awesome.”
“Money. More money than I could make in ten years.”
“Exodus End is loaded.”
Her gleeful smile faltered. “You don’t care. You don’t even know me.” She pulled out a cell phone and pushed a button before jabbering into it at a million miles a minute. “Ethan. Ethan. Listen. I won the contest and—Yeah, yeah, I won. I just signed a contract with Exodus End. I’m going to be their rhythm guitarist on this year’s tour.” She paused while whoever Ethan was responded. “Yes, you told me so. You can gloat later.” Trey should have known a woman like Reagan would be taken. He started to climb out of the hot tub. Reagan’s eyes widened and she darted around the tub to push him back in. “Stay,” she said.
Trey laughed and stood in the roiling water with his hands on both naked hips. Oh well. So he couldn’t fuck her. He could still hang out with her as a friend. He liked her already. She was interesting. Different. Hot as hell. A great kisser. Why would she kiss him like that if she had a boyfriend?
“Do you want a job?” she said into her phone. “They want me to hire a personal bodyguard. You’d have to come on tour with me.” She rolled her eyes. “No, that’s not why. Just think about it, okay? It pays a lot, benefits and everything, but I can’t talk right now. I’ve got a date in a hot tub with Trey Mills.”
Date?
Reagan disconnected the call. She kissed her contract and then headed back into the changing room.
Now where was she going? Trey shook his head and returned to his seat in the hot tub. Reagan came back a moment later in her hot pink panties and white tank top. Okay, that was totally unfair. He couldn’t be expected to think of her as a friend in that outfit. He couldn’t think at all when he noticed the twin bumps of her nipples straining against her top.
“I didn’t wear a bra today so I’ll have to wear my shirt in the hot tub,” she said when she noticed him ogling her. “Maybe I should just go topless.”
He couldn’t find words. He was too busy trying to register hers. She stepped in the hot tub and the water concealed her shapely legs from view. Damn, he was hard as granite already. If she went topless…
“You’re right. I’m being silly,” she said. “It’s not like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before. Am I right? Mine aren’t even that great.”
Before he had the chance to confirm or deny her assumption, Reagan grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it off over her head. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell as she removed the tank top and threw it on the side of the hot tub. A grunt of protest escaped Trey as she sank into the water and hid those small globes of flesh with their tempting pink tips from view. He rubbed his tongue against the ridge of his upper teeth to curtail the urge to flick it over her nipples. Despite what she claimed, her breasts were perfect and he very much wanted to show her just how great he thought they were. Reagan sat beside him, within arm’s reach, but not touching him. And while he figured he could probably pounce on her now and get down to business, something stopped him. He wanted to talk to her even more than he wanted to fuck her. Very bizarre. Mostly because he really, really wanted to fuck her.
“Dare said that Brian had a baby this morning,” she said.
“Yeah, I never thought Brian would ever be able to push it out through such a little hole. It was fuckin’ brutal.”
She laughed and splashed water at him. “You know what I mean. His wife had a baby. Boy or girl?”
Trey couldn’t help but smile. He kind of wanted to hold the little guy again already. “Boy.”
“Have you seen him?”
“Yeah, I was there when he was born.” He purposely left out the fainting part. “He looks like his father.”
“Niiiice,” she said.
Trey laughed. “Got a thing for Sinclair?”
“Oh my God, the man is delicious.”
Couldn’t argue with that. Trey happened to agree.
“When I said my band broke up over a kid, I didn’t mean that Sinners would break up.”
She touched his arm and that electric sensation he’d felt earlier snaked across his skin again.
“Brian won’t let us down,” Trey said. “Still, things are… changing.”
“Is that bad?”
“In some ways, yeah, but in others…” Trey sighed. “I guess things can’t stay the same forever.”
“Thank God,” she said. Her grayish-blue eyes turned skyward. “I thought I was going to be serving coffee for the rest of my life.”
“Is that what you do for a living?”
“Pssh, no. I’m the rhythm guitarist for fucking Exodus End. Don’t you know anything?”
She tilted her head at him and shook her head. She was so genuinely beautiful it took his breath away. He grinned. “Congratulations. How long have you been playing?”
“Three years.”
Trey almost swallowed his tongue. “You learned to play like that in three years?”
“I played cello before I picked up the guitar, but yeah.”
“What are you—some kind of prodigy?”
She shrugged. “I’ve won a contest or two.”
“Do you still play cello?”
“I played for my dad, not myself. He’s a music teacher. He started me on violin young, but as soon as I could hold a cello properly I switched.”
“Was he strict?”
She laughed. “Not exactly. I just liked to make him happy. There wasn’t much joy in his life after my mom divorced him. He still has all the programs, certificates, ribbons, and trophies from my competitions hanging all over his den. I need to call him and let him know I’m going on tour with Exodus End.” She laughed. “He’s so going to hate it.”
“I’d think it would make him proud.”
She talked out of the side of her mouth as if disclosing a great secret. “He despises rock ’n’ roll. It led to the great rebellion of my teen years and me moving out here to Los Angeles on my twenty-first birthday. Growing up, he wouldn’t let me listen to anything but classical music.”
“My mom was the same way but with folk music.” Trey attempted to suppress a shudder. He still had nightmares about being forced to play “Kumbaya” for all eternity in his personal hell.
“How long have you been playing?” she asked.
He was almost embarrassed to say. “Uh, fifteen years or so.” More like eighteen, but who was counting?
“I love your sound,” she said. “You complement Brian as if he was your soul mate.”
“And you play just like him.”
She blushed. Damn, he wanted to kiss her again. She was tough for a woman, yet there was something sweet about her. The combination stirred something within him. The fact that she played guitar like the man he’d loved for over a decade stirred him even more.
“Who’s Ethan?” he asked. If she said he was her boyfriend, Trey was going to break his own rule about interfering in other people’s relationships. He wanted this woman. His typical take-em-or-leave-em feelings for the opposite sex did not apply in this case.
“My best friend,” she said.
“Only friends?” Messing up a romantic relationship where the partners were best friends would bother him even more, but he’d still give it a go because there was something unique about this woman. Something he wanted to identify, to get to know, to understand.
“Well, we used to date,” she said, “but… uh, let’s just say I wasn’t enough for him.”
Not enough for him? Was the guy a moron? “You’re kidding, right?”
“Ethan’s great. Really. Too bad he likes men. I caught him fucking some guy in my shower. Talk about a shock to the system. Especially since I’d stripped off all my clothes to join him.”
Trey lowered his eyes. He wondered if homosexuality bothered her. He tended to be very open about his bisexual nature, but he’d sworn off men that morning, so it was no longer applicable. Right? Somehow he didn’t think that line of logic would fly with Reagan, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
“You aren’t some kind of homophobe, are you?” she asked.
Trey laughed and lifted his gaze to meet her questioning eyes. “Uh, no,” he said. “Not at all.”
“Good. What happens in a person’s bedroom is no one’s business but his own. It would have been nice to have some sort of warning though. I had absolutely no clue that he was gay. We used to go at it like rabbits.” She scowled and a distant look settled over her even features. That guy, Ethan, had really hurt her. Trey could tell. Yet, somehow she’d forgiven him enough to continue to be friends with him. She must be fairly open-minded about such things. He hoped.
“So you asked this guy, Ethan, to be your bodyguard?”
She smiled at him. “Yeah, he’d do a good job. He’s very protective of me. Maybe a little too protective. He keeps scaring away my boyfriends.”
“Do you have a boyfriend now?”
She looked up him. “Do you think I’d let you kiss me if I had a boyfriend?”
There were plenty of women out there who’d let him kiss them (and more) with their boyfriends watching. “I don’t know you well enough to say.”
“I wouldn’t.”
He believed her.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.
“Do you think I’d get into a hot tub naked with you if I did?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m not really the commitment type.”
“What type are you?”
“The just-looking-for-a-good-time type.”
“That’s too bad.”
His heart sank. He wasn’t sure why. Usually if someone wasn’t interested he just blew it off. He ducked his head and lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. “Maybe you could change my mind.”
She laughed. “Does that line actually work?”
He’d never thought to use it before. Probably because it would have complicated things. He didn’t like complications. He wasn’t sure what had changed since this morning to make him crave a few complications. As long as they involved Reagan Elliot. “That wasn’t a line,” he said.
“I’m not buying it, Mills.”
He leaned close to her ear and she stiffened. He waited until goose bumps rose along her neck and shoulder before he spoke in his well-practiced seductive voice. “You know what you need?” She shivered and Trey leaned an inch closer so his warm breath would caress the damp skin just below her ear. “A hard, slow fuck against a wall.”
Her breath caught.
“That was a line,” he whispered into her ear.
She slapped at his shoulder. “Well, I would have fallen for that one.”
He leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at her. “You would have?”
“Yeah, because it’s true. That’s exactly what I need. A hard… slow… fuck against a wall.”
Trey’s balls throbbed incessantly. The way she said “fuck” made him feel like he was already sheathed deep inside her body.
“You’re just the man to give it to me,” she said in a husky, breathless voice.
His heart skipped a beat. He reached for her, and she grabbed his head between her hands just before his lips met hers. She stared deeply into his eyes and then winked.
“That was a line,” she said and shoved him away.
He laughed and once he got started, he couldn’t stop. He collapsed against the back of the tub and covered both eyes with his wet hands. He might have found his match in this woman.
“Is it safe to join you?” Dare asked from the edge of the hot tub.
Trey was glad his brother had found the decency to put on swim trunks.
“We’re just talking,” Reagan said.
“Just talking? You must be a married woman or something,” Dare said.
“Nope.”
“Trey’s moving slow today. Did he use his hard, slow fuck against a wall line?” Dare settled into the tub across from Trey.
Reagan gasped in indignation.
“Apparently so.”
“Jackass,” Trey grumbled.
“You’re the jackass,” Reagan said.
Trey shrugged. “What can I say? I love sex.”
Reagan stared at him for a moment and murmured something that sounded like, “Me too,” before she turned her attention to Dare. “Did everyone go home?”
Dare reached for the glass of cola he’d set beside the hot tub and took a sip. “Yeah. This is the first break we’ve had from touring in a while. We need some time apart.”
“Maybe I should go,” Reagan said. “I wouldn’t want you to get sick of me.”
Dare met her eyes and held her gaze. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Reagan.”
She flushed. Trey scowled. Dare didn’t need lines to attract women. He just had to sit there and give off Dare-a-mones.
“Did you want something to drink?” Dare asked Reagan.
Damn it. Trey should have asked her first.
“I am a little parched.”
“I’ll get it,” Trey offered. When he started to stand, Reagan grabbed his thigh to keep him seated. His naked thigh.
His cock thickened in a surge of hot lust.
“You’re naked,” she reminded him.
And he would have been fine climbing out of the hot tub naked before she’d touched him. Now if he left the water, he’d embarrass himself in front of his brother. When she didn’t move her hand, he eased toward her. Wanting her to touch him, not just there, but everywhere.
“I’ve seen him naked before. I wasn’t overly impressed,” Dare said and took another sip of his Coke. “Harold!” he yelled.
A moment later Dare’s servant/butler/whoever appeared beside the tub. “Did you need something, Mr. Mills?”
“I have guests.”
“Right.” Harold turned to Reagan and Trey. The shine of the afternoon sun on his bald spot was almost blinding as he bowed slightly. “Would you like a beverage? A snack? Cherry sucker?”
Trey nodded.
“What do you have?” Reagan asked.
“Anything your heart desires,” Harold said.
“Sex on the beach?”
“Anywhere your heart desires,” Trey said.
Reagan slid her hand farther up Trey’s thigh and he stiffened. In more than one location.
“I should probably abstain,” she said. “I have to find the correct bus home.”
Abstinence should not be a word in this woman’s vocabulary. Trey’s gaze lowered to the shadows of her dusty-pink nipples just beneath the surface of the water. He bit his lip so he didn’t start with the come-on lines again. Her fingertips stroked sensual trails up and down the inside of his thigh. She moved within inches of his crotch and then away again. An inch closer this time.
Oh God.
“Don’t worry about it,” Dare said. “Have a drink if you like. If you get wasted, the driver can take you home in the limo.”
Reagan’s eyes brightened. “You have a limo?”
“The band has a limo,” Dare said, “so technically you have a limo too.”
“No. Feckin’. Way.” Her hand squeezed Trey’s thigh and he almost leapt out of the water. “Did you hear that, Trey? I have a limo.”
Trey murmured in her ear, “We should go for a ride.”
“That would be fun. We could swing by work and I can quit. Or get fired. I don’t really care.”
“Why would they fire you?” Dare asked.
“Because I’m supposed to be there right now and I didn’t even call to let them know I wasn’t coming. Not very responsible of me.”
“So typically you’re a responsible person?” Trey asked.
“I’m wearing nothing but my panties in a hot tub with a pair of rock star brothers—one of them naked. Does that sound responsible to you?”
“I don’t have a problem with it,” Dare said and laughed.
Reagan grinned. “I have a tendency to do what I want, when I want. Fuck the consequences.”
Trey leaned close and pressed his nose to the outer ridge of her ear as he spoke in his most seductive voice. “Can I be the consequences?”
She turned her head and lifted an eyebrow at him. “Are you always this naughty?”
“This is well-behaved for Trey,” Dare said and laughed again. His brother was having a grand time at his expense. Trey would get him back for this at his earliest opportunity.
