"I'd say they wouldn't mind at all," Trey said, "but if you want them to concentrate on their music instead of your gorgeous ass, you might want to put on some clothes."
Ethan extended her cup of coffee toward her. She gave Trey a leisurely kiss, her hands messing up his bed-hair even more, and then reluctantly drew away and took her cup of coffee. "I guess I'll shower. Maybe try wearing a little makeup today."
She moved away from Trey and sipped her coffee on her way back into her bedroom.
"Are you leaving on a trip?" Ethan asked Trey, not knowing if he wanted him to stay or go.
"Yeah, I'm still on tour. Just came back for one night. Brian's wife had a baby yesterday. We have a show tonight."
"He's going to perform in a concert the day after his wife had a baby?"
"We scheduled our tour dates so he'd have a week off when the baby was born, but Malcolm decided he wanted to come out two weeks early."
"So you'll be gone for two weeks?" Ethan wondered how mopey Reagan would be during that time. She obviously liked this guy. She wasn't going to like being away from him for two weeks so early in their relationship.
"Yep. Then we have a week off. Then we're going back out on tour with Exodus End." He grinned. "And Reagan."
"And me," Ethan added.
"I guess that's right. Should be fun." Trey's ornery grin did strange things to everything in Ethan's boxer briefs. He wasn't sure "fun" was the right word. Torture might be more appropriate.
Chapter 10
Reagan almost swallowed her tongue when Harold showed her into the kitchen and she found Dare slicing fruit on the dark, granite countertop of the kitchen island. He was shirtless. His hair wet from a recent shower. Beard stubble recently trimmed. His expression dreamy and contemplative. Dare Mills. Yum-to-the-um.
Dare glanced up from his task and smiled at her in welcome. "There you are. I never got your number yesterday so I couldn't call and let you know that today is a no go."
Reagan's heart sank. "A no go?"
"Max went to Vegas with Logan to blow off some steam. Steve took off to the wilderness somewhere, and I have sudden plans to go to Hawaii. I'm leaving tonight."
Reagan's excitement waned. How was she supposed to get ready to go on tour with them if she didn't practice with them?
"He has a girlfriend there," Trey said.
"I haven't seen her in a while."
Trey slipped onto a barstool, picked up slices of strawberries with his fingers, and popped them into his mouth. "You could have called me, Dare. I would have relayed the message."
Dare just kept right on slicing a peach as his little brother helped himself. "I tried to call you. It kept going to voice mail."
"I probably need to charge my phone."
"So I had an idea," Dare said to Reagan. "You wouldn't learn much you don't already know by hanging out here in the studio for two weeks without the band. Have you ever been on tour?"
"Not really," she admitted. "All of Bait-n-Switch's gigs were local."
"Why don't you go with Trey and hang out with Sinners for a couple of weeks? Learn what goes on behind the scenes."
"Besides the beer and pussy?" Trey said, helping himself to slices of Dare's peach now.
Reagan whipped her head around to glare at him.
He chuckled. "Kidding."
"Sure," Dare said with a grin as he rinsed an apple in the sink situated in the center of his kitchen island. He started to cut the apple into thin slices on a cutting board. "Trey gets all the beer and pussy he wants, whenever he wants it."
Reagan scowled. "I bet he does."
Trey grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to stand between his legs with her back to the counter. "Yours is the only pussy I want. I will take a beer though."
Dare snorted. "That's another reason you should go on tour with him, Reagan. To keep an eye on him. I think his record for celibacy is about twelve hours."
"I've gone a few days without," Trey said.
"A few days?" Reagan bellowed.
"How many more tour dates does Sinners have?" Dare asked.
"Eight shows in the next fourteen days. Then a week of rehearsal for the new show with you guys, and then back on the road again for … I don't remember. A long fucking time."
"So that means fourteen days without sex." Dare laughed. "He won't make it, Reagan."
"Don't worry. I am perfectly capable of jerking off for a couple of weeks," Trey assured her. He took a slice of strawberry and used it to trace her lips. The very idea of him with his hands on some other woman, his cock inside some other woman, another woman watching him come, had her seething.