Double Time (Sinners on Tour 5)
Page 14“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 f**king 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 He tended to be very open about his bisexual nature, but he’d sworn off men that morning, so it was no longer applicable.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 g*y. 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 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 f**k 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.”
“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 f**k against a wall line?” Dare settled into the tub across from Trey.
Reagan gasped in indignation.
“Apparently so.”
“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 c**k 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.