One Night with Sole Regret 03.5 Share Me (Prequel) Read Free Page B

the thick snow at bay, but she was fixated on the glowing red taillights of her favorite band’s tour bus. Storm or no storm, she wasn’t giving up now. It had been a stroke of luck that Sole Regret’s bus had turned out in front of her car as she pulled out of the auditorium after the benefit concert. Instead of taking the proper road toward home, she had continued following them eastward out of town, through the wilderness and up into the mountains. It was pitch black out here in the middle of nowhere and what had started out as a few flurries was now becoming a blizzard.
    “It’s getting really bad out,” Vanessa said from the passenger seat. “We should have gone home instead of following their bus. The farther we go, the worse this shit gets. Can you even see the road?”
    “Yeah, I’m used to driving in the snow. And they have to stop sometime,” Lindsey said. “I want to meet them and thank them for helping out the Carlisle family.”
    Vanessa chuckled. “Bullshit, girl. You want to bone them.”
    Lindsey bit her lip. “ Yeah, I do—all five of them—but just meeting them will be orgasmic enough.”
    Her engine roared as her front tires lost their grip and spun in the slick, wet snow. The car skidded slightly, before finding a better patch of pavement and righting itself.
    Vanessa was clinging to the dashboard with long red nails. “Girl, you and your horny vagina are gonna get us both killed.”
    “ It’s fine,” Lindsey said and laughed. “Well the car is fine. The vagina is still horny. God, those guys were hot on stage.” She shuddered at the mere memory of their blatant sexuality. Just watching them perform made her wet and achy between her legs.
    “That ain’t no lie,” Vanessa said. “Too bad they’s all white boys.”
    “Once you go white, you think it’s all right.” She shrugged.
    Vanessa laughed. “Girl, you are too much.”
    “You know you love me,” Lindsey said. They’d been best friends since elementary school and twenty years later, still did everything together. Well, almost everything.
    “You’re lucky I don’t jack your car and get us off this damned mountain,” Vanessa said.
    “You are all talk, Nessi. You know you want to meet them too.”
    “Maybe a little.” Lindsey could hear the smile in Vanessa’s voice. They liked to tease each other and pretend they were as different in attitude as they were in looks, but they really did have almost everything in common—including their taste in music and men.
    The right blinker on the bus ahead began to flash. Lindsey saw the sign for a scenic turn out and turned on her blinker to follow them. Finally, her chance. Assuming they didn’t think she was bat shit crazy for following them over seventy miles through a blizzard and falling at their feet to dry hump their legs.
    The bus pulled to a stop and Lindsey parked behind it. She left the car running, the wipers working extra hard to keep the fluffy white flakes off the windshield. Lindsey’s heart thudded faster and faster at the thought of getting out of her car, knocking on the tour bus door, and offering her body to anyone who would have it.
    “You’re going to chicken out, aren’t you?” Vanessa said.
    “No, I’m just thinking about how to approach them.”
    She could barely make out Vanessa’s rolling eyes in glow of the dash lights. “Whatever. You say I’m all talk. You might think you’ve got the guts to raid their tour bus for cock, but sweetie, I know you. You ain’t a ho.”
    “I’m three times the ho you are, beotch.”
    Vanessa sniggered. “So what you’re saying is you’re a ho ho ho?”
    Lindsey laughed. “Yeah, when it comes to any member of Sole Regret I’m a ho ho ho.” Once she got tickled she couldn’t stop laughing for several minutes. She had to wipe tears out of her eyes with her thumbs. “God, we’re corny. No wonder we can’t snag decent boyfriends.”
    “What are they doing?” Vanessa asked, her attention now