Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(28)

"Riley didn't mean to hurt her," he said and turned to his dog. "Did you, boy?"

Riley took several backward steps, his tail wagging, and produced a loud WOOF! in agreement.

"He was just looking for love. Weren't you, boy?"



       
         
       
        

Woof! Woof!

Trey slurped his slush as loudly as possible, hoping to regain Reagan's undivided attention. A harsh, jabbing pain radiated up the back of his throat and pounded incessantly behind his right eye.

"Ah, God. Brain freeze!" Trey yelled and covered his eye with his free hand. "Fuck. Why does that hurt so bad?"

Reagan laughed at him. "Suck it more slowly next time," she advised.

He had fifteen lines he could have used at that moment, but he had to keep things platonic between them for another hour or so.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she watched him wipe tears out of his eyes. He'd take a broken nose over brain freeze any day.

"I think I need to walk it off," he said and gave the loser and his dog a pointed look.

"This is Scott," Reagan said, misinterpreting Trey's tell-this-guy-to-get-lost look.

Trey nodded at him without taking his eyes off Reagan. He'd never felt so possessive of a woman before. He didn't even want Scott to look at her. The fact that Scott was using a dog as an excuse to flirt with her made him pretty lame in Trey's book. Of course, if Scott had a medal of valor, five Olympic gold medals, and a Nobel prize hanging around his neck, Trey would have still thought he was lame. He was hitting on Reagan and Trey couldn't touch her in such a way to make it clear that she was his. Trey had to be very careful not to give her a reason to blow him off. One more hour to behave. And then once he met her condition, all bets were off. If she tried to push him away again, he'd just have to take the upper hand and see how she reacted. He was starting to understand her signals. Maybe.

"We should probably head back to the limo," Trey said, careful not to put emphasis on that last word. That would make him as lame as Scott. Trying to impress the girl with material possessions. He didn't need stuff to impress a woman. But, hello, they had a limo at their disposal.

Reagan nodded and took a long sip of her milkshake. Her face twisted in pain and she covered one eye with her free hand. "Brain freeze," she gasped.

"You should-"

"Suck it more slowly next time?"

"You can suck it as fast as you want." He winced as soon as it was out of his mouth. He was so used to turning every phrase into innuendo it happened automatically.

Reagan laughed. "Don't worry. I'll suck it real slow. It will last longer that way."

As turned on as he was by this woman, there were no guarantees he'd last at all. No matter how slow she sucked. He stared at her mouth as he took another slurp of his slush, holding the frigid beverage in his mouth to warm it slightly before he swallowed this time. 

Reagan bent and gave the dog another scratch behind the ears. "No more humping elderly women in wheelchairs, Riley. It's not nice."

Riley barked and wagged his tail. Trey laughed.

"Bye, Scott," Reagan said without looking at him.

Two points for the Trey-ster. Trey so wanted to take her hand and hold it as they walked away, but he had a little over an hour to keep his hands to himself.

"So I take it you like dogs," Trey said.

"I love dogs. Do you have a dog?"

"I had one when I was a kid. He got hit by a car. Haven't had one since."

Reagan's features softened with sympathy and she slid a comforting hand down his back. Damn, he was horny. Even that small contact had his cock at full attention.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You haven't had any pets since?"

"Just Eric Sticks."

Reagan laughed. "I can't wait to meet Eric. He seems like so much fun when I've watched interviews of you guys."

"You've watched interviews of Sinners?" He wondered what she thought of him. He didn't say too much during interviews. Their lead singer, Sed, liked to hear himself talk.

"I'm kind of obsessed with Sinclair."

Trey completely understood that obsession.

"I love his sound. It speaks to me," she added and took another draw off her milkshake.

"I honestly thought you were him at that audition. It's amazing how much you sound like him."

"I've been practicing. Could you introduce me to him? I promise not to turn into a gushing fangirl." She covered her chest with one hand. "Much."

"He's used to gushing fangirls."

"Are you?"

"Yeah. But I like it. Brian never did."