“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 ni**les 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.
“I figured as much.” Reagan leaned closer until her lips were a hairsbreadth from his. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss a woman so bad. But for once in his life he wasn’t sure how to make the first move. Her signals were all mixed and driving him to distraction. He couldn’t figure out what he needed to do to get what he wanted from her. Probably because he wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. Maybe he didn’t want anything from her. Maybe he just wanted her. Period.
“Do you know what I do to naughty boys?” she asked.
“Tease them to their limits and then shoot them down,” Dare guessed and took a nonchalant sip of his beverage.
Reagan grinned. “Exactly.”
Well, f**k, if she was just going to shoot him down anyway, he might as well push the envelope.
“Do you know what I do to naughty girls?” he asked, locking her gaze with his.
“What?”
“I put in my tongue piercing.” He ran a fingertip down the center of his tongue.
“And?” She actually sounded bored. What the hell?
“I flick it over their clit until they scream.”
“What do they scream?”
“Oh, Trey. Fuck me. Please.”
She tilted her head and stared above his head in contemplation. “Not very original.”
Dare chuckled. “This is sweet,” he said. “Reagan, I think I love you.”
“Shut up, Dare,” Trey grumbled. He shot a look of disgust over his shoulder at his brother’s smug face.
Reagan’s wet hand caressed Trey’s cheek and he turned his head to look at her. “Do you know what I’d say?”
He knew he was walking into something, but he couldn’t seem to help it. “What?”
Her face went slack, eyes closed, mouth opened in that unmistakable look of feminine bliss. “Oh, Trey, I’m so empty right now. Don’t make me come without your thick c**k pounding me hard. And deep. And fast. Oh yes, give it to me. Harder. Oh please, harder.”
Trey’s mouth went dry.
She opened her eyes and grinned devilishly. “Can you tell me where the bathroom is?”
He had no idea what a bathroom was at that moment. Did she really expect him to form a coherent response?
When Trey did nothing but gape at her, she glanced at Dare. “Bathroom?”
It took Dare a long moment to answer. “Uh, yeah. There’s one in the changing room.” He flung a wet hand in the general direction of the house.
“Thanks.” Reagan climbed out of the hot tub. Water coursed from her beautiful body and left wet footprints on the pavement in her wake. Trey watched the sweet globes of her ass flex beneath the clinging satin of her panties as she trotted toward the house. When she was out of sight, he relaxed against the edge of the hot tub and emitted a tormented groan.
“She is f**king luscious, isn’t she?” Dare said.
Trey sat up straight. “Are you going to pursue her?” He’d hate to have to compete against his brother for a woman, but Reagan kept tempting him to break his usual patterns.
“I would,” Dare said, “but A, she’s in my band and I won’t jeopardize my career for a woman, and B, I think she likes you.”
“I think she’s just f**king with me.”
Dare chuckled. “And I am totally getting off on that.”
“You would.”
“I’ve never seen a woman go head-to-head with you before. They either think you’re the biggest jackass on the planet or they are seduced before you offer them a second glance. She’s different. I think she’d be great for you.”