Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(55)

"He has his cock pierced too," Caitlyn blurted, and then she clamped her hand over her big mouth.

"Hurry, baby." Owen said. "We need to get going. I can't wait to introduce you to Force."

"What force?" Caitlyn asked.

"Our drummer. He's going to love you." Owen scratched the back of his neck. "On second thought, I should probably keep you away from him."

"We'll be right back," Jenna said, pulling Caitlyn back into the house. She slammed the door behind them and spun to confront Caitlyn. "Oh my God, Caitlyn, he's gorgeous. And funny. And sweet. And apparently rich and famous. How in the hell did you luck into that?"

"I dunno. He likes older geeky women who give off men-suck vibes in sex clubs."

"If you want to keep his attention, you're going to have to dress better. You look like you climbed out of a thrift store Dumpster."

"I'm telling you," Caitlyn said, "he likes this look. I don't get it either."

"He can't possibly like this look," Jenna said. "He likes you and, unfortunately, you come with this look."

"He likes me?" Caitlyn said breathlessly.

"Well, duh. What's not to like?"

In a semi-trance, Caitlyn allowed Jenna to strip her down to her bra and panties. After a deserved eye roll at Caitlyn's cow panties, Jenna stuck her in a pair of black capris that were tight in the rear and a soft pink T-shirt that stretched taut across her boobs.

"It's not me," Caitlyn said.

"You look cute."

"I look like you."

"Right," Jenna said. "You look cute. Now do me a favor."

"What?"

"Pretend to be cool."

"Jenna … "

"Just for today."

Caitlyn released an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I'll pretend to be cool. But I need to hurry." After being forced into sandals, she shoved her discarded clothes into her overnight bag and hurried out to the limo.

"What are you wearing?" Owen asked when she paused before him.

"Uh, Jenna thought … "

He shook his head slightly. "She thought wrong."

For a moment, Caitlyn believed he was going to tell her to get lost, but he opened the door to the back of the limo, and she slipped inside.

He climbed in beside her, and the driver shut the door.

"I told you I like the jacket. I like the bow at your throat that begs to be untied. I like that your bra doesn't match your panties."

"It still doesn't," she said. "So you're only attracted to me for my wardrobe, is that it?"

"No, you'd look hot in anything you wore-or nothing-but this outfit doesn't give me a permanent boner. I have to be honest."

"That's probably a good thing," she said and laughed. "My vagina needs a few hours to collect itself. It's not used to so much attention."

"Well, then, I'll try to contain my blinding lust." He grinned and took her hand, holding it gently in his. His thumb rubbed a lazy circle on her knuckles. "So," he said. "Tell me about your camping trip. Jenna said you'd kill her if she told me about the skunk that got stuck in your tent."



       
         
       
        

Caitlyn cringed. "She's right. I'd kill her for that."

"I didn't take you for the outdoorsy type."

"That's because I'm not. Jenna is, though, and I am weak to her charm. She can talk me into anything."

"It's great to have a best friend, someone who pushes you to try things you'd never consider on your own. Makes life interesting."

Caitlyn smiled, knowing he was thinking about Kellen again. Kellen was Owen's Jenna. She suddenly felt a lot more comfortable about Owen's relationship with Kellen. Caitlyn probably would never call Jenna's name during sex, but whatever. If Owen said there was no attraction between them, she believed him.

"Interesting? I guess that's one way to describe it."

They both laughed and somehow ended up kissing all the way to the tour bus. Maybe it wasn't her pathetic wardrobe that turned him on after all.

Their driver handed off their bags to some guy who stuffed them into a compartment under the bus.

"I'll need to change later," Caitlyn said.

"You can get your bag when we stop at the venue."

She nodded.

"Ready to meet the rest of the band?"

Her stomach flopped. She was scared out of her mind, to be honest. Who'd have ever thought she'd be riding on a tour bus with a bunch of heavy metal musicians? Not her.

"I guess," she said.

"You already met Kellen. He's not so scary, is he?"