“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
Trey picked up Xavier’s discarded shirt and tossed it at him. “Now who’s making up bullshit stories?”“Believe what you must.”Trey entered the bathroom and locked the door. He wasn’t sure if he’d locked it to keep Xavier out or to keep himself from inviting him in. Trey had to take a shower though or Reagan would know he was keeping things from her. He wanted to be completely honest with her about everything. Well, except for his past attraction to men. She didn’t need to know about that, but everything else… completely honest. He was still trying to convince himself that he was being honest with Reagan when he finished his shower and found, with a strange mix of relief and disappointment, that Xavier had done what he’d asked and left.He wasn’t prepared to find Reagan waiting for him outside the dressing room door. Had she seen Xavier leave? That was bound to bring up all sorts of questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.“Feel better?” she asked in a clipped tone.Shit. She knew abou
“I’m here. Yeah, around seven thirty.”“I’ll see if I can find out who sent it. If you get another one, make sure you don’t delete it.”“It scared me,” she admitted.“What did it say?”“‘You took what’s mine, bitch. Don’t think you’ll get away with it.’”“Probably some jealous ex of your new boyfriend’s. It was most likely an empty threat, but I’ll still check up on it. Are you still scared?”“I feel better now.” Ethan always made her feel safe. She was thinking she overreacted. She’d never been threatened like that before.“If you need your bodyguard a couple weeks early, I can fly out. Where are you now? On your way to Saint Louis, right?”“How did you know?”He was quiet for a long moment. “I sort of mapped out your entire trip based on the tour dates posted on Sinners’ website.”Reagan laughed. “See. You are paranoid and overprotective.”“You can count on it.”“I’ll be okay, Ethan. Thanks for being there when I needed you.”“You can count on that too.”*******Several days later,
She’d almost made it to the door that led to the dressing rooms backstage when Brian burst through the door and she staggered backwards. He steadied her with both hands.“They actually started without me? I can’t f**king believe this,” he said.“You have nothing to worry about, Master Sinclair. Your adoring audience awaits,” she said and jerked out of his grip before racing to Sinners’ empty dressing room.She went straight for her cell phone and dialed Ethan. He was there. He was always there. He listened to her tirade about the entire incident from before the show until the instant she’d called him. And then he listened to the confession of her fears. And then her discourse of self-pity. And finally her indignation at being treated that way for doing someone a favor. After she’d unloaded all of her feelings, Ethan said, “Are you ready to give up and come home then?”“No, I’m not ready to come home. You don’t think one little catastrophe is going to make me give up this dream, do you
He stroked her hair from her face. “What’s wrong, Reagan?” “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.” His heart sank. “Our relationship?” Her eyes widened and she shifted closer. “No, not that. Is that what you thought was bothering me?” Now she stroked his hair from his face. “I wasn’t sure,” he said. “You haven’t talked to me since you stormed offstage.” “I haven’t?” She hugged him. “I’m sorry. I guess after I unloaded on Ethan, I didn’t have much else to say.” “Ethan? You talked to him about it?” “Yeah. I called him earlier.” “So you go to Ethan with your problems instead of me?” “I’ve known Ethan a lot longer than I’ve known you, Trey. Depending on him is a habit, I guess. I can unload on you for the next forty-five minutes if you really want me to.” He cringed. “How about you give me a summary?” She stared at him for a long moment. “I’m not sure if I can take too many more shoes to the face,” she said. “I know I’ll have to win the fans over, but when I was up there I felt…
Having small boobs made her a liability? She didn’t know if she should be offended or hurt, so she settled on pissed. “I know I’m a nobody, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to me that way.”“Forget I offered.” He opened his folio and she half-expected him to pull out a sign that read “reject” and hang it around her neck. Instead he pulled out a thick piece of off-white paper and handed it to her. “That is your itinerary for the next week. Today is reserved for finding you the right look both onstage and in public. The rest of the week you’ll be rehearsing for the show. Questions?”She scanned the sheet but didn’t really internalize anything it said. She was still upset about becoming a sex object, or whatever it was this guy was trying to convert her into. “Why are you so fixated on my look?”“You’re an entertainer, Reagan. It comes with the territory.”“I’m a musician.”“In the studio, you’re a musician. Onstage, you’re an entertainer. Get used to it. It’s not up for negotiation.”