One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (23 page)

He chuckled at her enthusiasm, but her deep,
seeking kiss cut off all sound but the groan in the back of his
throat. His arms moved around her body to pull her closer. The
familiar stirring in his lower belly announced that he wasn’t
finished with her. Not by a long shot. He couldn’t remember the
last time a woman had consumed him so completely, so quickly.

She broke away and caught his face between
her hands. Her brown eyes shone with admiration and, dare he hope,
unquenchable lust. He was more than ready to see if he could
satisfy it. At least temporarily.

“Wow,” she said. “Just wow.”

“So you like our music?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. I think my
ears are bleeding. But I like you, so I’m willing to suffer to
watch you on stage. You have an amazing presence.” She leaned close
and whispered in his ear. “My cow panties are drenched.”

He laughed, not the least bit offended that
she didn’t like Sole Regret’s music. He had a feeling it would grow
on her, but if it didn’t, that didn’t matter. Not having everything
in common actually made getting to know her a challenge. He hadn’t
been aware that that’s what had been missing from his love life.
His time with Caitlyn hadn’t started with a challenge—getting her
in bed had been easy—but he had a feeling that keeping her
attention outside of the bedroom would hold his interest for a long
time.

He traced the Sole Regret logo across her
chest. “So you aren’t wearing this kick-ass T-shirt because you’re
a fan?”

“I’m definitely a fan, honey. I just don’t
like your music.”

“Hey,” Kelly said from beside Owen. “I’m
heading out.”

“Are you sure you want to go?” Owen said,
instantly concerned for Kelly. It couldn’t be good for him to sit
in that house by himself all night. “I can come with you if you
think you’ll be lonely.”

“I need to be lonely for a few hours, get my
head on straight. So don’t try calling to check on me; I’m going to
turn off my phone.”

Owen nodded, even though he didn’t understand
what had Kelly’s head so crooked all of a sudden.

“It was nice meeting you, Caitlyn,” Kelly
said, extending a hand toward her.

She ignored his hand and gave him a hug,
seemingly oblivious to the sweat glistening on his bare chest.
“Likewise. If you need Owen, call him. He’ll come.”

Kelly met Owen’s eyes over Caitlyn’s
shoulder. His gaze was so intense that Owen’s heart skipped a beat.
Then Kellen grinned. “I’m sure he will, if he’s between your
legs.”

Caitlyn slapped him in the chest.
“Behave.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Owen advised. “Get
into a little trouble. You’re starting to bore me.”

Kelly chuckled and lifted his knuckles to
share a bro-tap before walking away. Owen watched him until he
disappeared through an open door and then turned to Caitlyn, who
was scrutinizing him.

“You need to have a long talk with him,” she
said. “Sort through your feelings.”

Owen rolled his eyes. You call out a guy’s
name once while enjoying an explosive orgasm as a woman fucks you
in the ass, and she just won’t let it rest.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go get naked on
the bus.”

He removed his bass, handed it off to a
technician, and wrapped an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders. She
turned her face toward his chest and inhaled deeply.

“Mmm, you smell so good.”

As sweaty as he was, he surely smelled like a
dirty jockstrap, but he never turned down a compliment.

“And you look good enough to eat,” he said
into her ear. “One guess what I’m thinking about eating right
now.”

“Pastrami on rye?” she asked, her eyes
sparking with mischief as she gazed up at him.

“I’m sure before the night is over I’ll be
craving pastrami, but right now I want pie.”

“Cream pie?”

“If it’s not creamy yet, it will be when I
get my mouth on it.”

She sucked in a scandalized breath and then
laughed. “Why are you the guy my mother always warned me about? She
should have shoved me in your direction. Who knew bad boys were so
much fun?”

“I told you I’ll be bad if it turns you
on.”

“Everything you do turns me on. And seeing
you on stage…” She took a deep breath and relaxed into a full-body
shudder. “I had no idea how incredibly sexy I’d find that.”

“That’s the first thing that attracts most
women.”

“I find that very hard to believe, blue
eyes.”

He directed her behind the stadium where the
buses were parked. One of their security team followed, keeping
enough distance from them to not invade their privacy.

“So what are you doing tomorrow?” Owen
asked.

“Returning to San Antonio to spend the day
with Jenna,” she said. One part of her still felt terrible for
running off with Owen. It was supposed to be their BFF week and
here she was tagging along after a guy. “I already ditched her
once.”

“And what do I have to do to convince you to
come with me to Beaumont?”

“Call Jenna and explain why I’m being such a
wretched friend.”

“Done. I’ll even take all the blame upon
myself.”

“I don’t know if my body can take two
consecutive nights with you. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“We don’t have to have sex,” he said. “I just
like spending time with you.”

She stopped in midstride and looked up at
him, her eyes blinking. “Well, that might be enough for you, but my
hormones are raging like a river thanks to you, and you better
believe that you’re going to do something about the state you put
me in, Mr. Owen Pierced-Cock Mitchell.”

He rubbed her lower back. “Maybe we’ll try it
without the piercing this time.”

She winked at him. “Maybe.”

“So will you accompany me to our next
gig?”

“Depends,” she said.

“On?”

“If you let me buy you dinner tonight.”

“I think the tour bus is leaving in the next
ten minutes.”

“Oh.”

“But you can buy me dinner tomorrow
night.”

“And the night after that?”

He grinned. “Probably.”

Owen caught movement out of the corner of his
eye a split second before one of their security team tackled
someone to the ground right next to them. Caitlyn stumbled sideways
as Owen instinctively shoved her behind him. She clung to his
waist, her face buried in his back. Expecting to see an army of
Samurai, he was surprised to peer down at a completely
non-threatening individual.

“Oh God,” the security guard said. “I’m so
sorry.” He couldn’t seem to figure out where to put his hands. He
brushed off the girl’s pink-and-white-striped T-shirt. Then he
lamely patted her head. “I saw you running toward Tags and I just
reacted. Are you okay?”

The slender girl ran her hands over her
distended abdomen, her golden blond hair obscuring her face. “I
think so,” she said breathlessly. “Luckily I landed on my
butt.”

Owen’s muscles stiffened. Her voice was
familiar, and he had a sinking suspicion as to her identity.
Please, let me be wrong.
This was the last thing he needed
when he was trying to convince Caitlyn that he wasn’t a man whore.
He reached down to help the young woman to her feet, and she lifted
her face. He cringed. There was no mistaking those big blue eyes as
she searched his face. Her bottom lip quivered.

Oh no, no, no. No crying.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she said,
rubbing her hands over her pregnant belly. “I have something I need
to tell you.”

Owen’s chest constricted until he feared he’d
suffocate. “Lindsey?” he croaked.

“Oh, you remember my name,” Lindsey said, and
she struggled to her feet. “I’m surprised.”

The security guard began brushing off her
butt with both hands. She gave him a look of disbelief, which
halted the man’s attempts to undo the damage he’d caused. What the
fuck was he thinking? Tackling a pregnant woman to the ground? What
an incompetent asshole.

There were a lot of women Owen had slept with
whose names he’d admittedly forgotten, but Lindsey wasn’t one of
them. She’d been the last woman he and Kelly had pleasured
together. He sometimes thought she’d somehow wrecked Kelly. It was
either something Lindsey had done or that wrist cuff Owen had given
him for Christmas. That’s when Kelly had started pushing Owen away,
so no, Owen wasn’t likely to forget her, even if it had been six
months since he’d last seen her.

“How do you know her?” Caitlyn asked, her
arms crossed over her chest.

Uh…

Now would be a good time for a meteor to
strike him dead.

“Um, well, there was snow,” he said, as if
that explained anything.

Lindsey looked at Caitlyn and scowled.
“Excuse me, lady. I’m trying to tell Owen that I’m pregnant with
his child. You need to go away. This is a private matter.”

“What?” Caitlyn spat.

“What?” Owen bellowed.

“What?” the security guard sputtered.

An unseen man in the parking lot yelled,
“What!” and his companions laughed at his cleverness.

“I’m pregnant,” Lindsey said.

“I can see that,” Owen said, his gaze glued
to her abdomen. Dear God, there was no denying she was pregnant.
“What the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“Is this your wife, Owen?” Caitlyn asked as
she took several steps backward, shaking her head and pushing her
hands uselessly out in front of her.

“No, she’s not my wife.”

“Yet,” Lindsey said.

“She’s not even my girlfriend,” Owen
said.

“I see.” Caitlyn said with a nod. “She’s just
a toy that you used to get your rocks off. Kind of like me.”

Owen shook his head. “No. It was different
with you. I
like
you.”

“You don’t like
me
?” Lindsey wailed.
Then she broke into gut-wrenching sobs.

Owen squeezed his eyes shut. He’d made a
pregnant woman cry. A pregnant woman who might or might not be
carrying
his
child. He needed to sit down. Or lie down. Or
drown himself in a toilet.

“I’m out of here,” Caitlyn said.

He watched her march up the bus steps and
then emerge thirty seconds later with her purse and overnight bag.
It was as if his feet had taken root and his mouth had been sewn
shut. When Caitlyn brushed past him, he caught her arm.

“Don’t go,” he said. His biggest fear slammed
him in the chest. Not fatherhood, though he hadn’t quite processed
that yet, but rejection. She was flat out rejecting him, and he
couldn’t fucking stand it.

Her eyes narrowed, and she gave him a look
that ripped his heart out of his chest and left a gaping chasm in
its place. All the warmth had left her gaze when she looked at him.
“You don’t really expect me to stay, do you? What are you going to
do with her?”

Owen glanced over at Lindsey, who blew her
nose on a tissue offered by the concerned security guard. The guy
glared at Owen, his mouth tight, his expression disapproving.

Oh yeah, I’m the bad guy here.

“I’ll figure something out,” Owen said to
Caitlyn. “It’s probably not even my baby. She slept with the entire
band that night. No telling who else she spread her legs for.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and jerked her arm
out of his grasp. “Right. Men! All a bunch of fucking liars. And
you’re the king of them, aren’t you?”

“I asked you not to call me a liar, Caitlyn,”
he said, his own ire rising. What did she expect him to do? He
wanted her to stay, but if she trusted the word of a sobbing,
pregnant, twenty-year-old groupie over his, then maybe it was best
if she said goodbye now.

“Goodbye, Owen.”

He flinched. Nope. It wasn’t for the best at
all. “I’ll call you,” he said, glad they’d exchanged numbers at
dinner,
before
his life had exploded into chaos. “Once I get
this straightened out.”

She tossed a hand up over her head as she
stormed away. Did that mean not to bother or that she’d talk to him
later or what? He watched her retreating figure for a moment before
he started after her. “Wait, Caitlyn. I’ll have the limo take you
home.”

“Don’t talk to me right now, Owen; I’ll
figure out how to get home on my own. I don’t need your help. The
weepy, pregnant girl needs your help. Go take care of her.”

But he didn’t want her. He wanted
Caitlyn.

“Fuck my life,” he said under his breath and
spun on his heel so he didn’t have to watch Caitlyn walk away. He
was sure she’d find a way home. She was an independent,
resourceful, intelligent woman. Those were the qualities he admired
most in her. Didn’t she realize that he didn’t want a girl? He
wanted a woman. And not just any woman. He wanted Caitlyn.

“Thanks for getting rid of her,” Lindsey
said. “She was making me feel awkward.”

If she’d been a dude, he would have decked
her. “I didn’t get rid of her.
You
got rid of her. Now, what
are you doing here and why do you think I’m the father of your
baby? We used protection.”

“It isn’t one hundred percent foolproof. And
I know you’re the father because I hadn’t had sex with anyone for
weeks before I was with you and I haven’t been with anyone
since.”

“What about Shade? Adam? Tex? Gabe? Ringing
any bells? I wasn’t the only one who had sex with you that
night.”

The security guard no longer looked
concerned. He looked slightly scandalized and very intrigued.

Tears flooded her eyes. “But I want it to be
yours.”

“Shit, that doesn’t make it so. Are you here
by yourself? You’re a long way from Idaho.”

“I lost my job and my parents disowned me.
The entire town turned its back on me. I didn’t have anywhere else
to go.”

“What about your friend, the one who was with
you on the tour bus? What was her name?”

“Vanessa?”

“Yeah. I’m sure she’d help you out.”

Lindsey shook her head. “She joined the army
to get away from that place. She’s in boot camp in South Carolina
right now. Don’t you think it was hard for me to come here? I
wasn’t even going to tell you. I was going to raise him on my own,
but I don’t have any money so I… I… I can’t.”