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Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(6)

By´╝ÜOlivia Cunning

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 his longish black hair.

"Hopefully, I won't have to for long."

Chapter Two

Caitlyn was going to screw every man in this club. That would show the insufferable bastard. She had trusted him, loved him, and picked his damned dirty underwear off the floor for twelve years. How could he do this to her? Her no-good, lying, son-of-a-bitch ex-husband had cheated on her with a freshman in his introductory English class. A nineteen-year-old. A baby. Then he'd had the audacity to file for divorce stating irreconcilable differences. Yeah, he wanted to put his dick in someone, and Caitlyn had an irreconcilable difference of opinion that it should be only her. The worst part was that because she made more money than the asshole, she had to pay alimony while he spent his summer off in Italy fucking that little tramp. How was that fair? How was that even legal? 

Caitlyn was going to screw every man in this club twice. That's what she'd told herself while she was purchasing sexy lingerie in the shop downstairs. What she'd told herself when she'd been changing into her new white lace nightie, thigh-high stockings, and four-inch heels. That's what she told herself when she'd marched into the club and strutted-the best she could in these ridiculous shoes-across what might have been a dance floor if anyone had been dancing. But the other patrons were occupied with activities that made Caitlyn alternately gawk and avert her eyes. They were involved in things she hadn't done in the privacy of her own bedroom, much less in public.