Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(53)

"Come with me," she chanted. "Come with me. Come with me."

"Yes, yes, yes," he answered.

Her hips buckled and her fingers dug into his scalp as she cried out in ecstasy. He pumped into her vigorously and let go. He forced himself not to close his eyes as his body claimed release and was rewarded with the look of pure bliss that settled over her lovely face. "Oh God, Trey, I'm coming so hard." He almost dropped her when her entire body went taut.

"That's it, baby. Get off."

If he hadn't already come, the sounds she made as she found release would have sent him over the edge. After a long intense moment, she sagged back against the wall, wrapping her arms around his body to draw him against her. "Fuck," she gasped in his ear. "That was amazing."



       
         
       
        

He murmured something against her throat in agreement, so glad she'd made him look at her and hadn't allowed him to treat her like a meaningless sex partner.

Trey released her begrudgingly, and she did her best to clean up in the tiny sink while he looked for the best place to dispose of his condom.

"Trey?"

He glanced up to look at her.

"Is there something more between you and Brian than friendship?"

Trey hoped she took his shock for denial instead of acceptance. "No. Why would you think that?"

"Just a few things you've said. And the way you look at him."

"What way is that?"

"Like you love him."

"I do," he said. "I love all the members of my band. They're like my family."

While she pulled her T-shirt over her head, he turned to face the wall and mouthed, Shit, shit, shit repeatedly. How had she picked up on that so easily? And if he was that transparent, how come Brian never recognized it?

"Do you think he heard us?" She bumped into him as she struggled to put on her panties.

"I don't know if he heard me, but I'm sure he heard you. You were screaming like a horror picture bimbo."

She slapped him on the arm. "Was not."

"How about I ask him?"

"Don't," she pleaded. She grabbed his arm and spun him to face her. "I didn't mean to get that loud. You got me carried away. I forgot where I was."

Three points for the Trey-ster.

He waited for her to squirm into her pants before he opened the door. He took the seat across from Brian, stretched his legs out in front of himself, and crossed them at the ankles. He folded his arms behind his head and sighed in contentment. Brian, who had been staring out the window, turned his head to look at him.

"Done already?" Brian asked.

"Had to hurry. We'll be landing soon."

Brian shook his head. "I couldn't tell if you were killing her or screwing her. There isn't a dead body in the bathroom, is there?"

Before Trey could assure Brian that he hadn't murdered Reagan, she exited the bathroom and sat on the far end of the sofa. Her face was beet red.

"I didn't hear anything," Brian told her. "But if you scream like that on the tour bus, Eric will tease you and Sed will cuss you out for making him horny. You might want to borrow a gag from Jace."

"I thought you didn't hear anything," Reagan said.

"I didn't. Just sayin'."

Reagan grinned at Brian. "Can I get my guitar out now? I brought one acoustic with me." 

Trey wasn't sure how the woman could think about working. He wanted to take a nap.

Brian perked up, his gloomy expression replaced with one of interest. "Yeah. Let's hear what you've got."

Reagan found the thickest of her guitar cases and opened it to reveal a black lacquered acoustic guitar. "This baby sings," Reagan said, strumming the strings lightly. "Max did a great job breaking her in."

She carried the guitar over to the sofa and sat with the instrument on one thigh.

"Good. You're right-handed," Brian said, leaving his seat to sit beside her. "Not a lefty like Trey. He does everything ass-backwards."

"I think that's part of the reason why you two complement each other so well," Reagan said, smiling first at Trey then Brian.

"Takes him twice as long to learn a riff."

"You're just a freak of nature," Trey told Brian.

"So I've watched all sorts of videos of you playing solos, but they never really catch your finger movements in the upper register. I sort of made up my own technique, but the notes never sound as crisp as yours. They all run together at that speed."

"Show me," Brian said.

Reagan played the triplet repeats of the solo to their newest single, "Betrayed." She had to strum incredibly fast, because an acoustic sounded nothing like an electric guitar and wasn't ideal for soloing. Brian watched the fingers of her left hand as they moved over the fret board.