Olivia Cunning - Double Time

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.”

He leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at her. “You would have?”

“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 fuck against a wall line?” Dare settled into the tub across from Trey.

Reagan gasped in indignation.

“Apparently so.”

“Jackass,” Trey grumbled.

“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 cock 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.

“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 nipples 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, fuck, 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 cock 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.”

“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 fucking 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.

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 fucking 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 pussy 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.