Double Time
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“You do?” Trey glanced back at the door Reagan had disappeared through, hoping she’d return quickly. He already missed the sight of her. And the sound of her husky voice. And the slight lift at the corner of her mouth when she was teasing him. And the feel of her hand on his thigh.
“She’ll keep you on your toes.” Dare’s teasing grin faded. “How did it go this morning?”
“How did what go?” Trey asked, head reeling from the sudden change in subject.
“Seeing Brian with his son.”
Trey’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh that. Well, I…” He covered the center of his chest with one hand. The emotional anguish of earlier returned—hot and raw as ever—like a branding iron burning a hole through his heart. When he’d been concentrating on Reagan, that pain had been completely absent. She was just the distraction he needed. “Brian belongs with Myrna. I’ve decided… It’s time for me… I’m moving on.”
Dare slid around the periphery of the hot tub and wrapped an arm around Trey’s shoulders. “You okay?” Dare said, his voice husky with emotion.
“I think so.”
Dare was the only person on the planet who knew how much Brian meant to him. The only person. In true big-brother fashion, he’d advised Trey to let Brian go for years, but when he couldn’t, Dare had been the caring ear Trey had needed whenever things got too painful to bear.
“Do you need to talk about it?” Dare asked, his hand moving to the side of Trey’s head to press his temple against his shoulder. Trey couldn’t ask for a more understanding big brother.
“I think it needs to sink in for a few days. It’s still kind of new.”
“You know where to find me if you need me. I’m always here for you. You know that.”
Trey smiled and patted the center of Dare’s bare chest with one hand. “Thanks, Dare.”
“Oh my God, you two are so f**king gorgeous,” Reagan said from the patio behind them. “My vibrator is going to get one hell of a workout tonight.”
Not if Trey could help it.
Chapter 5
Reagan considered whether she wanted the vision in her head to become a reality. Dare sitting on the edge of the hot tub, pulling her hair while she sucked his cock. Trey f**king her from behind in the hot, roiling water at the same time. When she’d come out of the house and seen the two of them close—touching, cuddling almost—her panties had nearly burst into flames. She needed to get a grip. As much as she wanted to suck Dare off, she knew it would be a bad idea. If they got involved sexually, it would complicate their professional relationship. The music had to come first, even though she wished she was the one coming first and second, before the pair of gorgeous brothers came all over her.
She stared at the matching tattoos on their shoulders—Dare’s on his right, Trey’s on his left. Red flying V guitars with the saying Flying V Forever beneath both. She opened her mouth to ask about them about it (because she’d never seen either of them touch a flying V guitar), but when her eyes met Trey’s and then Dare’s, the only thing she could think of was becoming the filling in a delicious Mills brothers sandwich.
“I should probably go,” she said, before her throbbing, achy pu**y convinced her to do something she’d regret.
The butler-guy appeared beside her. Just in time. She grabbed the two drinks from his serving tray and downed them both in quick succession.
“Are you sure?” Dare said, releasing his hold on his little brother and staring up at her with those piercing green eyes.
She set the two empty glasses on the serving tray and nodded vigorously. “Yeah. I have a lot of things to get in order before we go on tour.” Total lie. She couldn’t tell him the truth though. Dare, I have to leave before I rape you and your brother in the hot tub. Not exactly admirable. But oh so true.
“Harold, could you call for the car?” Dare said. “Reagan needs a ride.”
Oh yeah. The car. She’d get to ride in a limo. That was almost as good as a threesome with two of the sexiest guitarists on the planet.
Okay, not even close, but it was still pretty cool.
“I need to head out too,” Trey said and stood from the water. Her eyes followed the happy trail of hair on his lower belly to his oh-so-gorgeous but now flaccid cock. It pulsed to life as she stared. Jeez, what was wrong with her? She loved sex as much as the next girl, but it wasn’t usually the only thing on her mind. She should probably stay as far away from Trey Mills as possible. “Do you mind if we share a limo?” he asked Reagan.
Reagan bent to retrieve her discarded tank top from the edge of the hot tub and pulled it on over her head. “Not at all,” she said nonchalantly. She tugged on the fabric so it wouldn’t cling to her hard ni**les. Not making much progress with that really.
Trey nudged her when he sauntered past her. Making sure he had her attention, no doubt. He collected at towel from the edge of the hot tub and began to rub it over his skin. Now was that really necessary? He turned and she caught a glimpse of his perfect ass. Well, perfect except for the ridiculous tattoo that decorated one cheek. A unicorn, rainbow, and calico kitten had no business on the man’s ass. It was a travesty.
At her startled inrush of breath, Dare burst out laughing. “You really need to have that thing removed, bro,” Dare said.
Trey followed their line of sight to his ass. He blew out his cheeks and released a slow breath. “Lost a bet,” he said to Reagan.
She laughed. “I have one of those.” She slid the band of her panties down to show the single word tattooed on her right hip. It said LUNCH beside an arrow that pointed toward her mound.
Trey produced a sound that made Reagan fear he needed the Heimlich.
“What is it?” Dare asked, straining his neck to try to see around Trey.
“Nothing,” he said and wrapped his towel around her waist. He reached for his clothes and got dressed, while she dried off her legs with his towel.
She shook her head and laughed. “My bandmates have a sick sense of humor.”
“I know the feeling,” Trey said.
“My ex-bandmates,” Reagan clarified. She peeked around Trey’s body to grin at Dare. “You guys wouldn’t make me get LUNCH tattooed on my hip, would you?” She winked at him and showed him her tattoo.
The shocked expression on Dare’s face deserved to be captured on film and hung in a gallery. “That’s pretty f**ked up,” he said.