Night with Sole Regret

SHARE ME XI

“You want my face in your lap after you just did my best friend? Don’t even go there.” Her eyes flicked to his lap. “Is your c**k really pierced?”

Owen nodded and reached for the top button of his fly.

“Don’t take it out and show her,” Gabe complained. “One c**k out in the main cabin is more than enough.”

“I’ll just put Shade’s away then,” Vanessa said. Owen saw the teasing grin on her face as she turned to try to force Shade’s rock hard c**k back into his pants. Owen liked this girl. Anyone who messed with Shade was okay in his book. “Why won’t this thing go down?” she complained and licked it from base to tip. “Maybe if I suck your balls…” If her goal was to get Shade to groan and twitch and rock his hips in excitement, then sucking his balls had been the right solution.

Kellen came out of the bedroom. Owen offered him a wave, but he didn’t notice because he was gaping at Shade and the woman with Shade’s balls between her lush lips.

“f**k, Shade. Don’t you have any shame?” Kellen said, raking a hand through his long, black hair, which now hung loose around his shoulders. He only tied it back when he was going down on a lady.

“No,” Shade gasped. “No shame. But the bedroom’s free now, Vanessa. Since you seem to have at least a little shame.”

“Just a little,” she said and laughed. She climbed to her feet and grabbed the rope between Shade’s wrists, hauling him to feet.

His loosened pants got caught on his thighs as he shuffled down the corridor to bedroom. Well, the bedroom was mostly free. Lindsey was still in there. She might sleep through the commotion however.

Kellen rolled his eyes as Shade passed him. “I thought Gabe was going to untie you.”

“I wouldn’t let him,” Vanessa said. “I like Shade helpless.”

“I’ll show you helpless in a minute,” Shade said in a low growl.

“Yeah, you,” she said, “helpless and flat on your back while I take that huge c**k for a ride. And you aren’t allowed to come until I say you can.”

Owen laughed. Yep, he really liked that woman’s spunk. He wasn’t sure how Shade felt about it however. He was sort of a control freak.

“Untie me,” Shade insisted again.

She hauled him into the bedroom, slapped his ass, and then shut the door.

Kellen took one of the spare cups of hot chocolate on the counter and carried it toward the lounge area.

“You gonna heat that up?” Owen asked him.

He shook his head and took a sip. “I like it cool.”

“I swear,” Tex said, “you five are the only guys I know who can find willing p***y in a deserted mountain pass during a blizzard.” Tex sat on the arm of the sofa with his cellphone clutched in one hand. “Still no service. I hope the equipment truck didn’t start up the mountain pass after they finished loading it. I tried to call and warn them to stay in the valley.”

“They’ll close the pass if the roads are treacherous,” Gabe said. “They crew is probably more worried about us.”

“We’re fine,” Owen said. “We have hot chocolate, a fake tree and the sounds of Shade f*****g in the bedroom. What more could we ask for on Christmas Eve?”

“Presents?” Adam said, setting his guitar aside, and rubbing his face with both hands. It was always tense when Shade and Adam were in the same room, but now that Shade had sojourned to the bedroom, some of the strain had left Adam’s body.

Owen wished the two of them would have it out once and for all. But not tonight. Tonight was for celebrating family and love. And he might be stuck in a mountain pass with his band instead of visiting his parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles and dozens of cousins, but these guys were just as important to him as any blood relative.

“Santa might leave some presents for you douchebags,” Owen said. Which reminded him that his Santa hat was trapped in the bedroom with Shade and the woman who was currently screaming, “tear that p***y up, tear it up, baby, tear it up,” and poor Lindsey. She couldn’t possibly still be sleeping through all that swearing Shade was doing.

“There’ll be a world-wide coal shortage if Santa visits y’all,” Tex said and laughed like a demented Canadian goose until Owen shoved him off the arm of the sofa onto the floor.

“I know for a fact that Santa won’t bring anyone coal,” Owen said. “But good little boys have to get to bed and fall asleep before midnight or Santa might bypass a certain stranded tour bus.”

“Good little boys,” Tex said, rolling around on the floor laughing his ass off. Owen didn’t realize people actually did that.

“Owen, did you get us presents?” Gabe asked. “We said we weren’t going to exchange gifts this year.”

“I didn’t get you guys s**t,” Owen said.

“Good,” Adam said, “because we didn’t get you s**t either.”

“But I still believe in Santa,” Owen said. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t know about Santa,” Kellen said, “but Shade sure is praising Jesus at the moment.”