Night with Sole Regret

TEASE ME XII

“Lick them,” he growled in her ear. “Suck them clean.”

She didn’t hesitate to obey. His c**k pulsed with excitement as she licked and sucked his fingertips.

“Good,” he murmured. “You keep doing as I ask and you’ll eventually get what you want.”

He gave her breast a squeeze and then stepped away. His stomach was in knots, his balls felt full and heavy, his c**k ached with need. But the discomfort of waiting would be worth it later. He knew she wouldn’t disappoint him.

“What the hell, Adam?” she said as he headed for the exit.

“I’m going to go talk to Dawn now,” he said. “Before the show starts.”

“You’re just going to leave me all hot and bothered?”

He grinned. “Yep.”

“It isn’t nice to tease,” she said with a pout.

His grin widened. “I think you’ll be screaming a different tune tomorrow night.”

He winked at her and trotted down the bus steps in search of Kellen’s new flame.

He found her seated beside the band’s ever-shirtless rhythm guitarist on a sofa in the dressing room backstage. Kellen had a hand on her knee and was whispering something in her ear that made her grin.

Adam sat beside her on the sofa and ignored Kellen’s affronted stare. It wasn’t like Adam had come to steal her away. He just wanted to pick her brain for a few minutes.

“How did you get past your writer’s block?” Adam asked. He didn’t have time for small talk. He wanted to play with Madison some more before the show. He would have waited to talk to the slender composer—who he just noticed had a lot of adorable freckles—but knowing the staying power of his bandmates’ romantic flings, he doubted he’d have another chance to talk to the woman before Kellen scared her away.

Dawn’s face flushed bright red. “Um, well, I uh . . .”

Adam didn’t take her for a woman who had a difficult time expressing herself, so her stammering baffled him. Adam’s gaze shifted to Kellen, who was grinning so wide, his face was liable to split in half.

“She was inspired,” Kellen said.

Was Kellen bragging? Adam snorted at his friend’s obvious immodest pride.

“By your d**k?” Adam guessed.

“Uh,” Dawn gasped. “No, his d**k came later.”

Kellen laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Not that much later.”

“Stop,” she said, slapping Kellen’s thigh. “You make it sound so tawdry, and it was beautiful.”

She turned her head to look at Adam. “I was inspired by his passion.”

Adam peered around her to appraise Kellen closely. “Whelp,” he said, pushing off his thighs as he rose from the sofa. “That’s out.”

Dawn grabbed Adam’s wrist and tugged him back down beside her. “Your inspiration doesn’t have to be a gorgeous, soaking wet warrior of a man rising from the sea in a storm.”

“Say what?” Owen said from near the bar where he appeared to be trying to forget Lindsey was clinging to his arm by using his free hand to down copious amounts of liquor.

Jacob, who was apparently eavesdropping as well, burst out laughing.

“I think inspiration can be found in anything that shakes you up.” Dawn took a deep shuddering breath and pressed her fingertips to her rosy checks. “I don’t know, maybe it was his d**k that I found so inspiring.”

“Care for a bit more inspiration?” Kellen whispered.

“You don’t have enough time before the show to give me the care and attention I deserve,” Dawn said and kissed his nose.

Adam chuckled. He liked this woman already, but Madison entered the room at that moment, and his entire universe shifted to revolve around her.

“Uh, later,” he said and rose from the sofa.

He approached Madison slowly, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way across the room and paused at the bar for a drink just to see how she would react to his delay. He knew Madison felt uncomfortable backstage—especially when left to her own devices—but she needed to get over her skittishness if they were going to be together. He was pleasantly surprised that she’d showed up in the dressing room on her own so quickly. He figured he’d eventually have to go back to the bus and coax her out. Perhaps she was finally getting used to the idea of being a rock star’s girlfriend. He wondered if she was ready to be a rock star’s wife.

Adam claimed a beer for himself and got a bottle of water for Madison. She didn’t drink alcohol. Ever. When he’d asked her why, she’d told him that her grandfather had been killed by a drunk driver, leaving her beloved grandmother to face the rest of her years a widow. It was strange to Adam how something that had happened before she’d been born had had such an impact on her life. Hell, he’d personally experienced numerous negative consequences at the hands of drugs and alcohol and it had never stopped him from going back for more.

Madison’s searching gaze landed on Adam, and she smiled. Good. She wasn’t mad at him for his deserting her on the bus.

He headed toward her and handed her the bottle of water. She thanked him, but scarcely looked at him. Her gaze was now plastered to the pretty, pregnant blonde attached to Owen’s side.

“Is that her?” Madison asked in a hushed tone.

“Nope,” Adam said. “Owen has pregnant chicks coming out of his ears.”

Madison rolled her eyes at him, but at least it took her attention away from Lindsey and put it where it belonged. On him. “Why did you leave me alone on the bus?”

So maybe she was a tad miffed, after all.

“So you’d have time to think about how I made your body feel.”

“I don’t need time to think about that,” she said. “We both know how your teasing makes me feel.”

“How’s that?”

“Horny.”

He forced himself not to grin in triumph and moved closer so that his chest brushed her shoulder and his thigh touched her hand. “Did you think of a way I can do something about that feeling?”

Not that he planned to do anything about it just yet. He wanted her in an aroused state all night and all day tomorrow, because he was pretty sure she would have to be delirious to agree to the arrangements he’d made at the s*x club. He’d almost been too chicken to agree to the scenario himself, but Tony had a way of making a guy agree to just about anything. And in all of Adam’s experiences at Tony’s clubs, the man had never steered him wrong.

“I was mostly thinking about you doing that thing you do with your tongue,” she said, her gaze shifting to his mouth.

“This thing?” He tilted his head and gently sucked on the flesh just under her ear. His tongue flicked repeatedly over the pulse point in her throat exactly the way he moved it when he pleasured her clit with his mouth.

She released an excited gasp, her body going taut beside him. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Only lower.”

He dragged his lips several inches down her throat and repeated the motion.

“Oh,” she gasped breathlessly.

Adam lifted his head and nipped her earlobe. Her entire body quaked.

He was seconds from forgetting his plan to tease her all night and instead head into the nearby bathroom to give her the release she craved. He eased her to the sofa instead, hoping to calm himself down enough to perform later by keeping a few inches between them. Unfortunately, the distance between them didn’t lessen his awareness of her one bit.

“Adam?” she whispered, a beguiling blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“I left my panties on the bus.”

Fucking A!

Adam caught movement out of the corner of his eye and groaned inwardly when Gabe stopped in front of him with some woman on his arm. Adam recognized the pretty brunette, but hell if he could remember her name. He’d always been bad with names. Especially when he was fixated on the fact that Madison was sitting beside him without any panties on under her sweet little denim skirt.

“Hey,” Adam said to Gabe’s companion. “You’re the chick from breakfast.”

Madison stiffened at his side. Probably wondering why he was having breakfast with some attractive brunette.

The woman chuckled. “So good of you to remember.”

“You know her?” Madison asked, glaring a hole into Adam’s forehead.

“She’s with Gabe,” Adam said.

Madison nodded slightly and shifted closer so that her arm touched his. He liked the back off, b***h, he’s mine vibe coming off of her. “What’s her name?” Madison asked.

“Hell if I remember,” Adam said. “I just remember sitting next to her at breakfast.”

“Adam was too busy thinking about you to even ask my name,” the woman said.

Adam wanted to kiss her in gratitude. But not really. He’d rather kiss parts of Madison that were hidden beneath her skirt.

The woman glanced at Gabe, who’d gone entirely mute and said, “I’m Melanie.”

That’s right. Melanie. Adam remembered now. She was friends with that incredibly gorgeous woman who’d banged Shade in the sauna the same morning they’d had breakfast together. And hell if he could remember that woman’s name either.

“Madison,” Madison introduced herself and smiled at Gabe’s acquaintance.

“So you’ve known these guys a lot longer than I have,” Melanie asked. “Any deep dark secrets I should know about?”

The fact that Madison’s gaze shifted to Lindsey was not lost on Adam. He stiffened, hoping Gabe had prepared Melanie, because if he hadn’t, she was sure to get an earful in the next five seconds.

Madison chuckled. “I might have a few stories to tell.”

“Whoa!” Gabe said, covering Melanie’s ears with his hands. “Great to see you again, Madison. Be sure to keep Adam out of trouble.”

Gabe winked at Madison before he turned Melanie in the opposite direction and escorted her toward Kellen and Dawn. Strange how he could remember her name. He was actually glad the pair hadn’t stuck around long. It wasn’t that Adam didn’t like Melanie or that he didn’t think it was important for Madison to get to know the other women associated with his band, he just had a distracting situation going on in his pants and didn’t really feel up to small talk. Especially not when Madison had been stroking his thigh beneath the cover of her skirt the entire time. And she wasn’t wearing any goddamned underwear.