Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time Read Free

him. And trusting of her husband. Because she’d recognized the truth far sooner than Trey had. Brian didn’t love him—not the way he wanted him to—and he never would.
    Trey leaned closer and whispered, “Love him enough for both of us. Okay? Just promise me that.”
    Her hand pressed against the back of his head as she hugged him close. “I will. I promise.”
    When he stood upright, he offered Brian a vigorous, one-armed bro hug. He met Brian’s intense brown-eyed gaze steadily. “Good-bye.” He could scarcely get the word out through his constricted chest and throat. Brian obviously had no clue that there was significance behind that single word of farewell.
    “Later,” Brain said. “If I don’t see you before, we have a show tomorrow night.”
    “Wouldn’t miss it,” Trey said with a smile.
    Brian’s gaze shifted to his son’s face. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. Trey could practically see his separation anxiety and pictured Brian onstage with a baby sling strapped to his chest above his electric guitar and tiny, sound-blocking headphones on Malcolm’s fuzzy head. So not Sinners’ style. But totally Brian’s.
    Trey kissed Malcolm’s forehead. “See you soon, godson. Don’t break too many hearts.”
    Brian chuckled. “Look who’s talking.”
    Trey left the room, forcing himself not to look back at the scene of domestic bliss he left behind. He really needed to do something fun to take his mind off things. Something or some one . What he needed was sex. His drug of choice.
    The pretty, young nurse who had woken him with smelling salts stood just outside the delivery room door. When he walked past her, she perked up and grabbed his arm. She’d been waiting for him. Too easy.
    “Hey,” she said breathlessly. “Hey, um, Trey, right?”
    He offered her a crooked grin, and she flushed before lowering her wide blue eyes to his chest. He watched her, noting the submission in her stance, the way she swayed toward him slightly. The way her thumb stroked his bare arm just above his elbow.
    “Um…” she pressed onward. “I was just about to take a break and wondered if you’d like to go grab a cup of coffee with me.”
    Trey’s heart rate kicked up a notch. He turned and took her firmly by both wrists, pressing her back against the wall, their bodies separated by mere inches. He bent his head so his breath would caress her ear as he spoke to her in a low voice. “You don’t want coffee.”
    Her pulse raced out of control beneath his fingertips. “I don’t?”
    “No, but I know what you do want.”
    “What’s that?” Her dark blue eyes flicked upward to meet his. She’d already surrendered, and he rarely turned down a good time.
    “A hard, slow fuck against the wall.”
    “Here?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
    He didn’t dare laugh. That would have broken his spell over her. “In that supply closet.” He nodded down the hall.
    He held her gaze in challenge, daring her to deny him. She tore her gaze from his and peeked around his body for witnesses before grabbing a handful of his shirt, racing down the hall, unlocking the supply closet, and dragging him inside. The instant the door closed, she wrapped both arms around his neck and plastered her mouth to his. He let her kiss him. Let her touch the hoop piercing his eyebrow and the ones in his ear. He’d show her the one in his nipple, but she was still a little skittish and he knew if he took the upper hand too quickly, she’d balk and either leave or pretend he’d taken advantage of her.
    “You’re so sexy,” she murmured against his lips. “Why are you so sexy? I shouldn’t be doing this.”
    By this , he assumed she meant unfastening his belt, tugging at his T-shirt, rubbing her firm breasts into his chest, biting his lip.
    “I don’t want you to think I normally do this kind of thing,” she said, her hand slipping into his silk boxers to toy with his hardening cock.
    He did this kind of thing almost daily, but he