Double Time

“We should probably head back to the limo,” Trey said, careful not to put emphasis on that last word. That would make him as lame as Scott. Trying to impress the girl with material possessions. He didn’t need stuff to impress a woman. But, hello, they had a limo at their disposal.

Reagan nodded and took a long sip of her milkshake. Her face twisted in pain and she covered one eye with her free hand. “Brain freeze,” she gasped.

“You should—”

“Suck it more slowly next time?”

“You can suck it as fast as you want.” He winced as soon as it was out of his mouth. He was so used to turning every phrase into innuendo it happened automatically.

Reagan laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll suck it real slow. It will last longer that way.”

As turned on as he was by this woman, there were no guarantees he’d last at all. No matter how slow she sucked. He stared at her mouth as he took another slurp of his slush, holding the frigid beverage in his mouth to warm it slightly before he swallowed this time.

Reagan bent and gave the dog another scratch behind the ears. “No more humping elderly women in wheelchairs, Riley. It’s not nice.”

Riley barked and wagged his tail. Trey laughed.

“Bye, Scott,” Reagan said without looking at him.

Two points for the Trey-ster. Trey so wanted to take her hand and hold it as they walked away, but he had a little over an hour to keep his hands to himself.

“So I take it you like dogs,” Trey said.

“I love dogs. Do you have a dog?”

“I had one when I was a kid. He got hit by a car. Haven’t had one since.”

Reagan’s features softened with sympathy and she slid a comforting hand down his back. Damn, he was horny. Even that small contact had his c**k at full attention.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You haven’t had any pets since?”

“Just Eric Sticks.”

Reagan laughed. “I can’t wait to meet Eric. He seems like so much fun when I’ve watched interviews of you guys.”

“You’ve watched interviews of Sinners?” He wondered what she thought of him. He didn’t say too much during interviews. Their lead singer, Sed, liked to hear himself talk.

“I’m kind of obsessed with Sinclair.”

Trey completely understood that obsession.

“I love his sound. It speaks to me,” she added and took another draw off her milkshake.

“I honestly thought you were him at that audition. It’s amazing how much you sound like him.”

“I’ve been practicing. Could you introduce me to him? I promise not to turn into a gushing fangirl.” She covered her chest with one hand. “Much.”

“He’s used to gushing fangirls.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. But I like it. Brian never did.”

“Thanks for the tip. I’ll try not to prostrate myself at his feet, kiss his boots, and repeat his name like a mantra to the rock gods.”

Trey wanted to make her repeat his name like a mantra to the sex gods. “You should play for him,” he said, trying to keep his train of thought from slipping. Not doing so well with that, thanks.

She paused, her bare toes scrunching in the sand. Damn, even that was sexy. When she didn’t say anything, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “I’d rather play with you.”

Trey bit his lip, the urge to spill another come-on line overwhelming. He wasn’t sure, because the blood rushing through his head on its way to his c**k was rather loud, but he might have actually produced a verbal groan of longing.

“You’re censoring yourself, aren’t you?” she asked and touched his chest with her fingertips. His heart thundered in his chest.

“I’m trying so hard to be good,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure. If you ditch me, I can easily find someone else to entertain me.”

Her features hardened and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.

“The thing is, I don’t want anyone else. I like you, Reagan.”

“How often do you use that line?” she asked.

“Never,” he said honestly.

She smiled and he was glad she believed him. “I was sort of hoping you’d stop trying to be good and just be yourself. I keep glimpsing this naughty guy and I’d like to get to know him a little better. I’m not sure why I gave you that platonic ultimatum. I’ve been wishing I hadn’t for the past three hours.”

“If I give free rein to my naughty side, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

She cocked her head to the side, her gaze trained on his mouth. “What about your lips?”

“They’d be all over you too.”

“And your tongue?”

Now he was sure he groaned with longing.

She stared into his eyes as if contemplating her options. “Do you want to come back to my place? It’s not far from here.”

“I’d like that.”

“Just so you know, this doesn’t mean you’re going to get laid, Trey Mills.”

She was killing him here.

“It guarantees it,” she added.

Heat flooded his lower belly and spread to his groin. He wasn’t going to make it all the way to her place. He didn’t care how close it was.

He draped an arm around her shoulders and drew her closer, hurrying her toward the limo parked at the far end of the beach. Her warmth melted into his side as her arm moved to rest against his lower back. Her fingers brushed his side.

She nodded toward the waves. “Beautiful sunset.”

Trey glanced at the horizon. The sun had just kissed the ocean. The sky was ablaze with shades of pink and orange. He’d never been so happy to see a sunset in his life. Even though she’d recanted her stupid platonic ultimatum, he’d somehow made it through without dying from blue balls. Two points for the Trey-ster.

“I had fun with you today, Trey,” she said, “but I think I’m going to have a lot more fun with you tonight.”

“I think that’s a safe assumption.”

***

Reagan climbed into the limo and slid around the white leather seat to give Trey room to join her. Had she really just invited Trey back to her apartment? And promised him sex? Jeez, just because her pu**y had been wet and swollen since he’d kissed her earlier didn’t mean it was a good idea to come on to him so strong. He had way more self-control than she did. When he ducked into the car, his long bangs obscuring one sultry green eye, and pinned her with a look of pure lust, she had no regrets. Other than dirty feet from walking barefoot down the beach and dog-germ hands. As much as she wanted to touch Trey, she decided she needed a shower first. That last coherent thought fluttered out the moonroof when he looked at her like she was his favorite cherry dessert.