One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me Read Free Page B

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 cock 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.
    Grinning in anticipation, Owen dressed in all
black, but not the typical jeans and T-shirt he usually wore. He
slipped into a pair of tailored slacks and a button-down shirt. He
did wear his Converse though, because they were the only shoes he
ever wore. His tattoos all concealed beneath his clothes, he
decided to play down his rocker image. He removed his lip piercing
and the barbells in his nipples, but left the half-inch black plugs
in his ears since when he went without jewelry, the holes were even
more noticeable. He fingered the hoop in his eyebrow and decided to
leave it in as well. The piercing had never healed right, so he had
a hard time getting the ring back in the hole if he took it
out.
    “All black tonight? If you had a cape, you
could be a vampire,” Kelly said, using his towel to dry his long
hair instead of using it to conceal his body.
    “Black is slimming.”
    “You’re not fat any more, Owen.”
    “I know.” Owen ran a hand over his flat
belly, making sure those rock hard abs he worked so hard to
maintain hadn’t suddenly disappeared. Still there.
    He added a touch of product to the ends of
his damp hair, arranging the dark blond locks into disarray. “Hurry
up, Kelly,” he said, suddenly eager to get to the club and fuck any
woman who would have him.
    “Keep your pants on,” Kelly said as drew a
brush through