Reagan wasn't much into anal play, but even that felt amazing. He nibbled on one swollen labium and sucked it into his mouth, rubbing that wondrous stud along the slick surface slowly at first and then faster, increasing her building excitement with each stroke. He repeated this on the other side and then latched onto her clit again. The flick of tongue sent her over the edge. He slammed two fingers into her pussy as she came, rotating them in wide arcs, working against her clenching muscles.
As her tremors stilled she became aware of her hands gripping his hair and the steady stream of swear words she was shouting into the small room. Her body relaxed against the counter and the mirror at her back. She released his hair and smoothed it with both hands.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I got carried away."
He licked a trail up her belly, his face tilted so he could look at her as he made his way upward. "That's the whole point," he said. He latched onto her nipple, sucking and flicking her favorite bit of metal in the world against the sensitive peak. His fingers began to glide in and out of her body in the same rhythm.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked.
"Yeah. Of course."
"I've never had sex without a condom."
She smiled. "That's good. Very responsible."
"Have you?"
She could feel the heat of embarrassment rise up her face. "Well, yeah, but only with steady boyfriends. After we both got checked out at the clinic, of course. Does that thought bother you?"
He shook his head. "Do you consider me your steady boyfriend?"
Oh, that's what this was about. "Yeah. I suppose I do."
"Do you want to make an appointment at the clinic with me?"
She nodded.
He grinned. "Good, because I forgot to bring a condom again. If this keeps happening, I'm going to end up with a permanent stiffy."
She laughed and hugged him. "I don't think that would be so bad."
Chapter 12
Reagan couldn't keep her hands off Trey. She had watched him from the crowd at numerous Sinners concerts so she knew what to expect, but watching him get ready for the show gave a whole new meaning to the man's stage persona. He inserted hoops and studs into all of his piercings, but removed that glorious one from his tongue that he'd shared with her earlier. He gelled his hair so his bangs covered his eye as usual, but a shorter strip down the center of his head stood on end. She watched him button up a worn plaid shirt and slide into his baggy jeans. She helped him fasten leather cuffs around his wrists and several chains around his neck. He added another pair of silver chains to hang in loops along one hip. Hell, even his white socks in tacky contrast with his black canvas shoes were trademark and reminded her who her boyfriend really was-the Trey Mills. A hole in his jeans just inches from his crotch continually drew Reagan's attention. If she stuck her finger in that hole-and she had several times-she could slide her fingers over the black silk of his boxers. Standing backstage, sucking on a cherry sucker, and rocking up on his toes with nervous energy, Trey Mills was a walking aphrodisiac.
"I want you again," she murmured in his ear, grabbing his black leather belt in both hands. It had silver eyelets down its entire length, which gave her ideas. "I want to use this belt to tie you to the bed and tease you for hours."
He popped his sucker out of his mouth and asked, "Which part are you going to tease?"
"Every inch."
"Even my toes?"
"Especially your toes."
"If you're into bondage, we can hit Jace up for some restraints. I think he still has some on the bus."
"Jace?"
"Yeah, he's a badass in the bedroom. He and Aggie even give couples lessons in BDSM when he's off tour. If you really want to get kinky, let me know. I'll schedule an appointment. They have a dungeon in their basement."
Reagan's eyebrows drew together. "I thought Aggie made corsets."
Trey grinned. "She's a woman of many talents. She also dances."
"She's not dancing anymore," Jace said. "Not professionally."
He was so quiet Reagan hadn't even realized he was standing right beside her. Jace's platinum blond hair was spiked. His dark beard stubble stood in stark contrast to his light hair and had been recently trimmed. He wore his usual black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and snug blue jeans. His outfit was made even more biker by his heavy black boots, black leather belt, and the wide studded, leather cuff on his left wrist. She'd never seen Jace wear anything else. She suspected he wore his jacket and boots to bed. In the Sinners concerts she'd been to, Jace always hung to the back of the stage. Now that she knew him a little better, she assumed it was because he was shy. There was an edge to him that she'd never quite understood, but if he was a dom in the bedroom, it made a little more sense. "I suppose you're her one-man audience," Reagan teased.