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Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4) Page 4
Author: Olivia Cunning

Owen was grateful Adam had regained his sense of humor. His short fuse was a liability.

“Luckily, I was drunk enough that I didn’t feel a thing,” Adam said.

“Until the next morning,” Shade said.

“I can’t believe how well they’re getting along,” Kelly said to Owen as he sipped from his water bottle. “Calm before the storm?”

“Maybe. I keep waiting for one or the other to explode.”

“Shade’s been acting happy all day,” Jack said. “It’s just not right.” He took the empty water bottles from Owen and Kelly.

“You can blame that on his bedmate last night,” Owen said, grinning. “She must have a magic vagina.”

“I don’t care if it shoots glitter and rainbows,” Kelly said. “That relationship can only end in disaster. We’d better enjoy this while it lasts.”

As the pair returned to the front of the stage, Shade asked, “Did you have a nice break?”

“No,” Owen said. Shade’s microphone was close enough that it picked up his words and they were broadcast through the stadium. “I was hoping the clear stuff in my bottle was vodka, but it was only water.”

“Mine had vodka,” Kelly said. “The crew has seen you drunk, Tags. Not something they want to see again.”

“I’m a fun drunk,” Owen said. “Everyone loves to hang around when I’m drunk.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, “everyone who wears a skirt and wants it up around their waist while you go down loves to hang around when you’re drunk.” He rolled his eyes.

Feminine approval roared from the crowd.

“If it bothers you so much, stop wearing skirts, Cuff,” Owen said.

The crowd’s laughter egged them on.

“It’s called a kilt. And how else am I supposed to show off my legs?” Kelly asked.

“Kilts don’t come in floral patterns.”

“Okay,” Shade said, “that’s enough out of you two. This isn’t open mic night.”

“These people came to hear music, not your lame jokes,” Adam said.

Since Gabe didn’t have a live mic, he played a mini drum solo to enter his opinion on the matter. Owen and Kelly kept their jokes to themselves for the remainder of the show, but they still managed to have fun.

And the crowd responded, stomping on the floor and thrusting their fists into the air.

“I’m heading for the shower,” Owen said after the encore. He handed off his bass to one of the road crew and looked at Kelly expectantly.

“I’ll join you,” Kelly said. “I’m drenched.”

“Last chance for you pu**y-whipped disgraces to join us tonight at Tony’s new club,” Owen said, looking to his other three band mates.

“Not happening, Owen,” Shade said. “Have a good time.”

“I’ll have a good enough time for the three of you,” Owen said. He glanced at Kelly, knowing he probably wouldn’t utilize the club to its fullest capabilities. “For all five of us,” he said under his breath. He vowed never to fall hard for a woman. Monogamy. Where was the fun in that?

A pair of hands appeared over Shade’s sunglasses. “Guess who,” a soft, sultry voice said from behind him.

Shade’s hands reached back and began to explore the feminine body at his back. “I know these tits,” he said, a huge smile stretching across his face.

“Are you sure?”

Owen cocked his head to the side, and his suspicions were validated. What in the f**k was she doing here? Amanda made Shade happy—hell, that was obvious. But she was trouble for him. Big trouble.

“Yeah,” Shade said. “It’s been ages, Pamela. Are you ready for another musician to rock your bed?”

Amanda grabbed his nose and twisted.

“Ow! Amanda, I was only joking.”

“You knew it was me?”

“Of course I knew it was you. Pamela’s tits are enormous, and yours are massive, at best.”

She scowled at her ample bust. “Maybe I’ll get them enlarged,” she said.

“Don’t go messing with perfection, babe.”

She looked up at him. “You’re not surprised I came?”

“You came already? Geez, all I did was fondle your tits a little.”

Owen chuckled. God, he’d missed this Shade—the guy who smiled and joked and didn’t look as if a perpetual doom cloud was tailing him.

Amanda slapped Shade, but was unable to hide her grin. This sister was so much easier to get along with than the one Shade had married the first go round. But, yep, still trouble.

“Or,” Shade said, “do you mean I’m not surprised that you couldn’t wait until Saturday to see me again? Or that you’d drive almost five hours just to get in my pants? Nope. Not surprised.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I forgot how big your ego gets after a show.”

“It’s not the only thing that gets big.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “I hope you’re planning to show me that other big thing.”

Shade turned and grabbed her, hauling her against his body. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded eagerly.

“Owen.” Kelly snapped his fingers in Owen’s face. “The limo is waiting for us. If you want a shower, you’d better stop gawking at the happy couple and get your ass to the dressing room.”

He couldn’t help but gawk. Train wrecks waiting to happen were mesmerizing.

Owen hurried through his shower, keeping his eyes diverted from Kelly’s naked body. Especially when Kelly placed one hand on the shower wall and used his free hand to thoroughly lather his cock. Lucky cock. Owen stuck his head under the shower head, shut his eyes, and let the water flood his face. Worrying about Kelly’s neglected dick was bizarre—Owen knew that. He should concentrate more on his own fifth appendage, which was half hard in anticipation of seeking a new conquest at the club tonight. Or something.

“Remember when we used to see who could jerk one out the fastest?” Owen said, soaping his own c**k now.

Kelly chuckled. “God, we were immature,” he said.

“Um, yeah, immature.”

Owen hurried to rinse the soap from his body. He then shut off the water and found his clothes. Before he slid into his boxer briefs, he switched out the metallic balls in his centered dydoe piercing to a larger, mismatched set. He found the . . . what had Adam called it—the monstrosity in his junk—gave both himself and his partner the greatest thrill if the balls were of different sizes. He absolutely loved the reaction that little piece of jewelry got from the ladies the first time they saw it. And loved it even more the first time they experienced it inside them.

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