"What?" she said, her face flaming again.
"Band meeting!" Steve called and climbed out from behind his drum kit accompanied by several loud thuds and clangs.
Did a band meeting include her? She looked to Max for direction.
He hooked his microphone into its stand, noticed her looking to him for guidance, and said, "Stay here, Reagan. We'll be back in a few."
Her stomach dropped. She was being excluded. They'd changed their minds. She knew this was too good to be true. And she'd mistakenly thought she was doing well. Fitting in. She'd been fooling herself into believing this miracle was part of her reality.
"Okay," she said with a cheerfulness she did not feel.
It had been a phenomenal dream the forty minutes it had lasted.
The band filtered out of the room, leaving her alone. She played one of Bait-n-Switch's old riffs to keep herself occupied while she waited. A pair of bare feet entered her line of vision. Her head snapped up.
"Is that the riff you want to duel me with?" Trey asked. "I'm not familiar with it."
"It's a riff I wrote, but it isn't any good."
"I kind of like it. Do you want to use it in our duel?"
Trey snagged Dare's guitar from its stand and lifted the strap over his head. The wide strip of studded leather rested at an angle across Trey's well-defined bare chest. The body of Dare's white guitar settled low in front of his pelvis. A no longer naked pelvis. Trey was still shirtless, but he'd put on his jeans. Gnawing on her tongue, Reagan stared at his nipple ring for a long moment before remembering that he'd asked her a question.
"Naw. Too easy. You pick a riff."
He lifted an eyebrow at her. "How about the intro to 'Crazy Train?'"
She loved this man. He had excellent taste. Reagan tore into the intro of "Crazy Train" without waiting for a signal. Flying through the series of building notes with no problem, she paused and Trey echoed what she'd played. When he reached the end, she upped the tempo of the intro and played it again. He echoed her perfectly. She played it faster still, concentrating so intently on the notes that she didn't notice he'd edged closer until his arm brushed hers. She stumbled over a series of notes, the strings feeling awkward under her trembling fingertips. He was left-handed and she was right-handed, so the necks of their guitars faced opposite directions. Scowling at her mistake, Reagan pressed on. Trey copied her, down to purposely making the same error she'd made. She glanced up at him and grinned. He grinned back and winked at her. The next few notes she played sounded like drowned cats choking on strangled chickens. Her heart thundered in her chest. She lowered her gaze to his mouth. A spasm gripped her pussy as she watched the tip of his tongue slide over his lip. God, she wanted him to kiss her.
As if he were a mind reader, Trey turned, lowered his head, and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Stunned, she pulled away and lifted a hand to slap him. She caught herself just in time. She got lost in his eyes, her hand suspended millimeters from his angular jaw. He tilted his head so that her fingertips brushed his cheek and then turned his head to caress her tingling flesh with his lips. Gentle, sucking kisses on the tips of her fingers drew a groan of longing from deep within her. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her desperate kiss.
He quickly took control, applying a gentle suction to her lips and then teasing them with hints of an expert tongue and tender nibbles. She tugged him closer, wanting to press against his hard body. Chaotic screeches wailed from their guitars as their strings rubbed against each other.
"You two do not make beautiful music together," Dare said as he returned to the room.
Reagan jerked away from Trey and discovered he hadn't been holding onto her at all. All the contact between them had been her doing. Oh God, she'd thrown herself at him. She should be mortified, but she wasn't. She wanted to throw herself at him again and keep throwing herself at him until he caught her.
"Does this mean I win?" Trey asked, his deep voice doing strange things to her nipples.
She chanced a peek at the front of her thin white tank top. Yep, her arousal was apparent. She crossed her arms over her chest. Why had she decided against a bra that morning? As a card-carrying member of the itty bitty titty committee she didn't really need to wear a bra most days, but one would have concealed her high beam issue.
"Did I say you could borrow my guitar, bro?" Dare asked.
Trey removed the guitar and handed it to Dare. Reagan squeaked in surprise when Trey drew her against him and claimed her mouth in another kiss. Glad she hadn't been the one to initiate the contact between them this time, her arms slid around him to draw him closer. For once in her life she wished a guitar wasn't hanging around her neck so she could relish the full length of Trey's lean body against hers. Feel his rigid arousal against her damp mound. Why was she melting against him instead of trying to fend him off? Why was she stroking the cool, smooth skin of his back as if she hadn't just met the guy? What was it about this man that was so utterly irresistible?