Share Me (One Night with Sole Regret 0.5)

“You’re going to chicken out, aren’t you?” Vanessa said.

“No, I’m just thinking about how to approach them.”

She could barely make out Vanessa’s rolling eyes in glow of the dash lights. “Whatever. You say I’m all talk. You might think you’ve got the guts to raid their tour bus for cock, but sweetie, I know you. You ain’t a ho.”

“I’m three times the ho you are, beotch.”

Vanessa sniggered. “So what you’re saying is you’re a ho ho ho?”

Lindsey laughed. “Yeah, when it comes to any member of Sole Regret I’m a ho ho ho.” Once she got tickled she couldn’t stop laughing for several minutes. She had to wipe tears out of her eyes with her thumbs. “God, we’re corny. No wonder we can’t snag decent boyfriends.”

“What are they doing?” Vanessa asked, her attention now outside the car.

Lindsey’s head swiveled and her heart almost stopped. The band’s bassist, Owen had just launched himself out of the open bus door and onto the back of rhythm guitarist, Kellen. Kellen, who was inexplicably shirtless in a snow storm, flipped him into a snow bank and scooped up a handful of snow. He began to pack the fluffy flakes into a large ball. Owen retrieved his Santa hat from the snow and dove for cover behind the front of the bus. A battery of snow balls flew from Owen’s hiding place and pummeled Kellen in the chest.

She caught a glimpse of a red and black mohawk just above Owen’s hat.

“Gabe too?”

“Adam is sneaking around back,” Vanessa said, pointing at the dark shadow at the rear corner of the bus. “The only one missing is the hottest of the bunch.”

“Shade?”

“I’m sure he’s too cool for this childish bullshit.” Vanessa opened her car door. “All right, chicken shit, you brought us all the way up here to make complete asses out of ourselves, we might as well go talk to them.”

“What? Wait! We don’t have to. Let’s just go home.”

But Vanessa had already climbed out of the car and had closed the door. Lindsey took a deep breath, shut off her car, pocketed the keys and then surged into the uncharted snowstorm. Vanessa always gave her courage. With Vanessa at her side, Lindsey could have slain dragons, swam the Mediterranean Sea, or even talked to a rock star.

Vanessa was already shaking hands with the lead guitarist of the band, Adam. He’d been the closest target, but Lindsey really wanted Owen. Or Kellen. Or Owen and Kellen. So she headed into the epic snowball battle. Heart thundering in her chest, stomach a bit queasy, knees quaking, Lindsey stepped up behind Kellen and was about to tap him on the shoulder which was decorated with an amazingly realistic tattoo of a rearing black stallion, when he suddenly ducked. Fast—like ninja.

A barrage of snow balls walloped Lindsey in the face, neck and chest, catching her so off-guard that she just stood there and took every last one of them at full force.

“Oh shit,” someone said. “Why did you duck, Kelly?”

A very large, wonderfully strong hand began to brush snow out of her face. “Are you okay?”

She was suddenly looking up into the gorgeous, strong-featured face of Kellen Jamison. “I am now,” she whispered.

Chapter Four

Kellen winced at the welt under the attractive young woman’s right eye. “That had to hurt,” he said, gently rubbing the mark with his thumb.

“Um,” she said.

He smiled. He could tell she knew who he was. She had that star-struck look on her face he knew so well. “I’m Kellen,” he said.

“Yes.”

“And you would be?” She had the biggest blue eyes he’d ever encountered. He was a sucker for that wide-eyed innocent look and if her eyes got any wider, they’d likely fall right out of her head.

“Um.” She blinked and then scowled as if suffering from amnesia.

“Lindsey!” another woman ran over and began to fling snow from Lindsey’s sweater. It hit Kellen in the chest, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Oh my God, girl, what were you thinking? You could have been killed.”

“I don’t think snowballs are lethal,” Kellen said. The look Lindsey’s friend gave him could have melted the snow off the entire mountain.

“What kind of crazy person pelts a poor, defenseless woman with snowballs?” the woman said, flinging snow from Lindsey’s chest like a weapon now.

Defenseless? The only thing that got Kellen’s blood pumping hotter than that big-eyed innocent look was a defenseless woman. Tied down. Spread wide. Pussy open and exposed for him to feast upon. Kellen’s mouth went dry as images of their guest spread across the tour bus bed entered his thoughts mind. Would her eyes get wider when she came or would she squeeze them closed? Damn, he hadn’t been the least bit horny two minutes ago and now his c**k was fully erect and straining against his zipper.

It couldn’t be helped. Lindsey was exactly his type.

Merry Christmas to me.

Owen jogged over and assisted Lindsey’s hot-tempered friend in cleaning the snow off of his accidental target. Rather than this helping Lindsey, Owen’s hands on her made her shake uncontrollably.

“You must be freezing,” he said. “Do you want to come inside and get dried off? We have towels. And I think we have hot chocolate.” Owen turned toward the open bus door. “Tex! Make some f**king hot chocolate!”

Lindsey’s friend nodded toward the car behind the bus. “We should probably get—” Her words were halted when Lindsey covered the woman’s mouth with one hand.

“Yes, thank you,” Lindsey said. “I’m liable to freeze to death if I don’t get out of this wet sweater.” Lindsey glanced back at the small car. Besides the spot of emerald green on the hood over the hot engine, the entire car was already white with a coating of snow. “And I don’t think it’s safe to drive in this weather.”

She blinked up at Kellen, snowflakes clinging to her long lashes and Kellen decided he would have ripped the engine out of her car and tossed it off a cliff to keep her from leaving. And if she wanted Owen, well, he never had a problem with sharing. As long as he got to eat out the juicy delight between her thighs before Owen got down to business, Kellen would be satisfied. He just wanted to taste her. Every woman tasted different and he was a connoisseur of pu**y. He couldn’t get enough. He could lick it and suck it and kiss it and nibble on it for hours. Or until she begged for mercy.