Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(32)

"And Sinners," Trey added absently. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red lollipop. He unwrapped it and stuck it in that beautiful mouth of his. Ethan's belly clenched and his cock stirred to life.

Reagan looked up at Trey in question. "Sinners?"

"Yeah, we're co-headlining with Exodus End this tour."

"You mean we're going to be on tour together?" she said, the pitch of her voice rising with each word.

"Dare didn't mention that?"



       
         
       
        

"No," she squealed and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

Ethan chuckled. She was so adorable when she was excited.

"Such a fucktard," Trey commented and tugged the sucker out of his mouth.

Ethan practically felt the tug of Trey's suction on the head of his cock. Mercy, the man was sensual. And judging by the sidelong glance he offered Ethan, he knew it.

Reagan hugged Trey, her entire body trembling with excitement. "And just when I thought my day couldn't get any better."

"Your night's going to get a whole lot better," he murmured into her ear. "If we ever make it to the bedroom." He lifted his gaze just enough to catch Ethan staring at him. He grinned crookedly and then sucked that lollipop back into his mouth.

Ethan stifled a groan. "So you're in a band too?" Ethan asked.

Reagan spun around to gape at him. "This is Trey," she said, shaking her head at Ethan. "Trey Mills. Ethan, get your brain out of cold storage. I talk about the guitarists of Sinners constantly. How talented they are. Do you ever listen to a word I say?"

Ethan racked his brain for a name he'd heard amongst Reagan's ceaseless prattling about guitarists and could only come up with, "Brian Saint Claire?"

"Brian Sinclair," Reagan said and rolled her eyes at him. "Brian's the lead guitarist for Sinners. Trey is rhythm."

Rhythm? Ethan bet the man knew quite a few things about rhythm, and if not, Ethan would be more than happy to show him.

Trey winked at Ethan, a knowing grin on his face. He pulled the sucker out of his mouth and gave it a few flicks with his tongue before sliding it back into his mouth through his tightened lips. In. Out. In. Out. The fucker was tormenting Ethan on purpose. Trey moved to stand behind Reagan and wrapped both arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and Ethan gritted his teeth. Ethan didn't know why he didn't just move on. Things would be a lot more tolerable if he didn't still love Reagan or if he wasn't attracted to men, but he had both problems and wasn't sure what to do about it. Well, besides getting rid of these guys she brought home as quickly as possible. Funny, he didn't think his usual intimidation tactics would work with Trey. Trey was probably well aware of Ethan's instant attraction to him. Ethan wondered if Trey was attracted to him as well or if he really was just fucking with him because he found giving men blue balls amusing.

"You said something about finding me a job, too," Ethan said to keep Reagan talking and out of the bedroom. He'd been doing piecework since he'd left the force. Some high-profile bodyguard work for celebrities and low-profile security at events, but nothing long-term. A more steady flow of income would be a welcome change. Especially since it meant he got to keep an eye on Reagan. He worried about her constantly. She was too reckless for her own good. Exhibit A was standing right in front of him giving that lollipop one hell of a blow job. 

"The band thinks I'll need a personal bodyguard. I think they're-"

"Absolutely right," Trey said. "Fans don't usually intend to harm anyone, but they can get carried away. No one wants to see you hurt." Trey pulled the sucker from his mouth and placed a series of gentle sucking kisses on the sensitive spot just below Reagan's earlobe. Her eyelids fluttered, and she clung to Trey's thighs with both hands. "He'll probably spend most of his time trying to protect you from me," Trey murmured in a sexy growl.

"Then he's fired," Reagan said.

Ethan cleared his throat. Trey stared him in the eye as he drew his tongue up along the side of Reagan's neck. Ethan's balls clenched. What a fucking bastard. He had to know that would turn Ethan on. Why was he torturing him?

"So what exactly will my duties be?" Ethan asked, trying to ignore the way Reagan was rubbing her sweet ass against Trey's crotch. Ethan still remembered how well that ass fit his palms while she rode him. How hot and slick and tight her pussy felt as it slid up and down his length.

Trey paused and looked up at Ethan. "You talk too much." He lifted his hand and stuck his half-eaten sucker in Ethan's mouth. "Where's your bedroom, Reagan? Or I could just bend you over that sofa there and finish what we started in the limo."