“So where is she?” Brian asked, craning his neck to look behind Trey.Trey couldn’t resist f**king with him. “She’s right here in this suitcase. She’s an amazing contortionist.”“A contortionist?”“Yeah. Why do you think I fell for her so quickly? She can wrap both ankles around her neck and lick her own clit.”Brian’s eyes widened. “No shit?”“Shit no.” Trey shook his head and grinned. “She went with Dare to pick out a guitar.”“Is she really that talented?” Brian asked.“I think she could give you a run for your money, Master Sinclair.”“We’ll see,” he said. He lifted sleeping Malcolm to his lips and then lowered him into his carrier. “I love you, little one. Keep an eye on your mom for me. You’re the man of the house when I’m away.”Jessica hovered nearby to watch the little guy snooze. Brian drew Myrna to her feet and then led her out of the room so they could say their good-byes in private. With nothing better to do, Trey went to stand beside Jessica so he could watch his godson
Brian climbed onto the airplane and took a seat across from Trey. “Look at the picture I just took,” he said, holding up his cell phone so Trey could see the screen. In the picture Brian had his arm around Myrna who was cradling Malcolm against her chest. All three of them were smiling like idiots. Even the baby, who probably just had some gas. The picture was a little blurry because Brian had taken it by holding the camera phone in front of them with an extended arm, but the love displayed in that candid moment stole Trey’s breath.“It’s great,” he said.Brian looked at the picture and smiled. “Yeah. She’s supposed to send me lots of pictures until I come home in a couple days.”“A couple days? We have two more weeks of shows.”“And any day I have off I’m flying back. Dare already said I could use the jet anytime I want.”“You’re going to wear yourself out.”“I don’t care. Knowing I’ll see them again in a few days is the only thing that got me on the plane.”“I can only imagine how h
“Trey?” she gasped in question.He silenced her with another kiss. He just wanted to come. He didn’t want to talk. And he didn’t want to think about Brian. Or even Reagan. He just needed a body to lose himself in for twenty minutes. Was that so wrong?He pushed her up the wall and struggled to hold her there with one hand while he used his other to guide his c**k into her receptive body. Once inside her, he shuddered with delight and shifted both arms to hold her securely while he thrust up into her. Things were going exactly as he’d envisioned until she began to touch him with a tenderness he didn’t deserve. He tore his mouth from hers. “We need to hurry,” he lied to explain his need for impersonal urgency.“Look at me, Trey,” she said.He buried his face in her neck. “I need to concentrate.”She grabbed two handfuls of hair and jerked his head back. “Look at me,” she demanded.He opened his eyes and then his mouth to tell her she didn’t have a right to treat him so harshly, but befo
“I think they’re afraid that I’m not man enough to go on tour with a rock band.”Eric’s gaze traveled down Reagan’s entire length. “I’d hazard to guess you aren’t man at all.”“She’s also Trey’s girlfriend,” Brian said.Eric’s head snapped around in Brian’s direction, his bright blue eyes wide with astonishment.“I know, right?” Brian said.Trey cringed. Reagan wondered why it made him uncomfortable.“Let’s go put some of your stuff under the bus,” he said.A loud mechanical sound came from near the front of the bus. Before Reagan could figure out its source, Trey took Reagan’s arm and directed her to stand with him between the captain’s chairs along one wall while a good-looking young man maneuvered his wheelchair down the aisle.“You ready to head out, Brian?” the man asked. “We’ll be on the road for hours. The other bus and equipment trucks are already in Topeka. They’ve started setting up.”“Yeah, let’s go,” Brian said. “Where are the rest of the guys?”“Jace and Sed went to get s
Brian was in the other captain’s chair watching his cell phone anxiously. Sed waved it around as he tried to talk himself out of the hole he’d dug himself into with his fiancée.Jace had settled onto the sofa across from the captain’s chairs. He was on his cell phone too, texting at a hundred miles an hour and blushing again. He looked tough and so cute at the same time. Reagan wouldn’t mind sitting next to him for the entire journey to Topeka. There was a narrow space between himself and Dave, but not enough space for Reagan to sit. She didn’t think it was appropriate to sit between them and wiggle until they gave her some space. That left the booths around the dining table. The bus moved and Trey placed a steadying hand on her lower back as she stumbled.Reagan shuffled to the dining area and sat across the table from Eric Sticks. He offered her a smile when she’d settled against the wall. Trey slid into the booth beside her.Eric’s gaze searched Reagan’s face. “Should I know you?”
“Hell if I know. Our mothers are hashing that stuff out. My job is to show up in a tux and repeat some vows. My mom wants to make sure the ceremony is traditional and momentous. Jess’s mother wants it to be Hollywood’s social event of the year. So Mom’s taking care of most of the wedding stuff, and her mother’s taken over plans for the reception. I don’t have a clue what’s really going on. I’m glad I’m on tour right now and can avoid most of the bullshit.”“I think Jessica is ready to elope,” Trey said. “She seems pretty stressed out about it all.”Sed paused with his beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “I should probably jump on that opportunity, but then she’d get pissed that I didn’t let her have her huge wedding.”Sed knew how to handle his fiancée without her even knowing she was being handled. Which was good, because if Jessica knew Sed made a concerted effort to keep her either placated or riled, that would have really pissed her off. The guy was smarter than he looked.“I’m neve
He lifted her to sit on the edge of the cold vanity. A hard tremor shook her entire body. He began his descent, his mouth moving down the center of her chest. His lips, tongue, and that hard metal ball blazed a trail of pleasure across her skin. Her belly clenched as he suckled and licked his way down her stomach.“It’s Sol,” he whispered.“Soul?” She felt a spiritual connection with Trey. There was no questioning that, but she didn’t have any idea what he meant.“My middle name is Sol. Like the sun.”Reagan giggled.“I told you that you’d laugh. My dad is incredibly clean-cut and my mom was a flower child. Dad picked out my and Darren’s horrible first names, and Mom picked out our ridiculous middle names.”“Darren?”“Dare,” he clarified.“Oh. But Trey isn’t a horrible name.”“Terrance is.”“Nah, it’s not bad. At least you weren’t named after two presidents.”“If you tell me your middle name is Bush, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue.”“Nope, it’s worse than Bush.”“Most things ar
When Sed jogged across the stage, singing the first lyrics of the song, the entire crowd roared their approval. Had Reagan been in the crowd, she’d have been screaming right along with them, but as it was, she couldn’t take her eyes off Trey. When he fingered his fret board, she envisioned those talented fingers on her. In her. When he bounced on his toes rhythmically, she imagined him driving his c**k deep into her body. When he started to sing backup vocals, she remembered what his cries of pleasure sounded like in her ear when he came. She was halfway to orgasm before they reached the end of the first stanza. She never would have guessed that watching the man perform would get her so worked up.The guitar solo in this song was one of Sinners’ amazing dueling pieces. Brian climbed up on the ego riser at the center of the stage and Trey joined him. The pair leaned against each other as they played, and Reagan’s thoughts raced in all sorts of inappropriate directions. The pair of them