One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (19 page)

“Your pussy looks incredibly inviting,
Caitlyn,” Owen said. “It’s so swollen, I know it’ll grip my cock
just right if I slide into you.”

He was staring at it? She flushed and pressed
her face more securely into the cushion.

“While I wait for my libido to catch up with
my dirty thoughts, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson?” she gasped, her words muffled by
the cushion. Was he going to spank her? Yes, please.

“There are three exceptional characteristics
that distinguish the fingers of a guitarist,” he said.

She lifted her head to ask what, and he
shoved her face back into the cushion.

“Keep your face in that cushion, Caitlyn, and
just listen.”

She nodded, rubbing her nose against the
thick fabric.

“The first exceptional characteristic is the
calluses that develop on their fingertips. They’re thick and a
little rough.”

He rubbed his fingertips over her clit, and
her body jerked.

“Do you feel them?”

He rubbed her repeatedly and yes, she felt
them. They were so much more stimulating than the soft fingers of
an academic. She groaned and opened her legs an inch wider, hoping
to encourage him to continue.

“The second exceptional characteristic is the
speed at which a guitarist can move his fingers.”

The motion of his fingers against her clit
became mind-bogglingly swift. Within seconds her pussy clenched and
the spasms of a hard orgasm gripped her core. “Oh,” she gasped.
“Oh, oh, oh.”

“Oh-
wen
,” he supplied, still stroking
her with maddening speed and precision.

“Owen,” she echoed. “Owen, Owen. What’s the
third thing?” The anticipation was killing her.

“I’m glad you asked. A good guitarist often
has exceptionally long fingers. It gives him a better range,
especially when playing solos.”

He did have long fingers, but did bass
guitarists play solos?

Owen slid two fingers of his free hand deep
inside her slick, clenching pussy. Her body gripped them tightly,
drawing them deeper. And yes, they were long, but not quite as
thick as she wanted them to be.

“Oh God,” she sputtered, rocking back to fuck
his hand.

Still stroking her clit with one hand, he
rotated his fingers inside her, stretching her inner walls in wide
circular motions. Pleasure continued to throb through her body even
after her orgasm began to fade.

His warm breath teased her back entrance just
before he drew his tongue over the tightly clenched hole. Shocked
to the depths of her soul, Caitlyn bolted upright.

Owen chuckled. “Too much?” he asked. “Sorry.
It just looked so clean and inviting, I felt compelled to lick
it.”

“I’ve never,” she gasped.

“Well, maybe you should. And I thought I told
you to keep your face in the sofa cushion.”

He removed his hand from her clit and pushed
the center of her back until she bent over again. “I do love to
scandalize you, baby,” he said. “Now stay where I put you.”

He swatted her ass, and her pussy clenched
around the fingers buried deep inside her.

This time when his tongue flicked over her
ass, she was expecting it, but that still didn’t prepare her for
how intensely erotic she found the light caress. His free hand
located her clit again and though she honestly didn’t think it was
possible to come more than once in the span of five minutes, Owen
had a way of making the impossible inevitable.

She called out to him as her pleasure
continued to spiral upward, taking her to heights she never knew
existed. Her clit tingled from over-stimulation. Her pussy ached
from clenching so hard around his rotating fingers. Her ass
twitched in delighted spasms. God, she loved his tongue there. How
could she love that? It was so dirty. So perverse. But it felt so
fucking good. She wanted him to show her more kinky things. She
wanted him to show her
all
kinky things.

When he backed away, she released a sob that
was a mix of relief and remorse. He slowly slipped his fingers free
of her body, and damn if she couldn’t hear how sopping wet he’d
made her.

His teeth sank into one ass cheek, and she
shuddered. She’d never had anyone bite her ass before. It made her
feel naughty. Made her think about him borrowing her strap-on and
plunging it into her ass while his thick, pierced wonder claimed
her greedy pussy. She wanted him to spank her ass raw while he
fucked both holes. Maybe he could pull her hair while he was at it.
She could feel the heat rise up her neck as the thoughts and images
consumed her and made her crave more of the man behind her. Damn,
she’d never been this interested in sex before. Not even on her
honeymoon. She sure as hell had never craved hot, dirty pain with
her pleasure.

“Are you about ready to meet up with the
bus?” he asked. “We’ll need to leave soon.”

Did he really expect her to think rationally
about anything after what she’d just experienced due to his
exceptional, guitarist hands and naughty tongue?

“Huh?”

“Did you need to stop by your friend’s house
to pick up a change of clothes?”

Would she need clothes? She somehow hoped
not, but the rest of the world might not agree.

“I think so,” she said, her thoughts still
thick from her release and overwhelmed with fantasy. “Maybe? I
dunno.”

Owen tugged her against his body, her breasts
pressed into his bare chest. His hands moved to cup her ass. “Do
you know how sexy you are when you’re too delirious to think?
You’re making me all hard again.”

He kissed her slowly, gently, and for the
first time since they’d been together, she not only felt something
for him in her body, she felt something for him in her heart.

Shit, that would never do.

Shaken by the direction of her emotions, she
pushed him away and climbed to her feet.

“Yeah, I’d better pick up some clothes. My
sweet little sheep panties are pretty dirty thanks to you.”

He laughed and rose to stand beside her. “And
I love that about them.”

Riding in a limo was still novel, and Caitlyn
checked out every nook and cranny in the back seat. She wondered if
traveling in a limo ever became routine. Even Owen enjoyed playing
with the stereo.

“You need to get used to loud music for
tonight,” he told her as he cranked up the tunes and then tugged
her into his arms.

That was probably true, but she wasn’t sure
how deep, passionate kisses—the ones they were sharing—were
necessary to acclimate her to metal. They did have her horny,
however, and feeling brave. Brave enough to whisper her newest
fantasy in Owen’s ear. He groaned.

“You should have told me in the hotel, where
I was in the position to do something about it.”

“Next time,” she murmured.

He grinned. “Next time,” he agreed. And he
sank his hands into her mass of hair so he could pull it, as she’d
fantasized, while he suckled and kissed her neck.

The car pulled into Jenna’s driveway, and
Caitlyn jerked away from Owen to try to compose herself before she
faced the limo driver. She was incredibly grateful that her tweed
jacket concealed her aroused nipples, though it did nothing to hide
her kiss-swollen lips or the tousled condition of her hair. But the
driver didn’t even spare her a glance as he opened the door. She
decided he was used to averting his gaze when couples rode in his
car.

Caitlyn left Owen to wait in the back seat
while she hurried to collect a few things. He’d insisted that if
they wanted to ride on the bus, she’d have to hurry. She was a bit
nervous about that, actually. She’d prefer to take the limo to
Houston, but assumed the expense would be astronomical. The car and
driver had been leased for the band’s use, but only for their stay
in San Antonio.

Caitlyn let herself into the house using the
key Jenna had given her.

“There you are,” Jenna said. “Out all night
getting laid. I’m surprised you can still walk.”

Caitlyn whirled around, her hand over chest,
her heart thudding against her palm. She took a deep breath. “You
scared the shit out of me. I thought you would have left for work
by now.”

“I called in sick. I thought we could go to
the salon and have a mani-pedi, grab some margaritas with a side of
lunch while you tell me all about the cute guy you spent the night
with, then we’ll pick up some dumb romantic comedy that will make
Daniel flee from the house in horror and have the place and a
gallon of chocolate ice cream all to ourselves.”

Caitlyn’s face fell. “Oh, I sort of
told…”

She glanced out at the driveway and at the
limo waiting for her. As much as she liked Owen and wanted to spend
the day and evening with him, her loyalties had to lie with Jenna.
The woman had put up with her during her early college years and
all the crazy angst she’d suffered while having an affair with one
of her professors. One of her
married
professors. After
trying to talk her out of marrying Charles, Jenna had served as her
maid of honor because she’d said she would always be loyal to her
friend, even if she didn’t agree with the choices she made.

Caitlyn felt terrible that she even
considered spending time with Owen over Jenna.

“I’ll just tell him to go on without me,”
Caitlyn said. She couldn’t very well turn down her friend when
she’d taken a day off work and made plans to spend it with her.

“Wait,” Jenna said. “He’s
here
?”

“He’s out waiting in the car. He wanted me to
go to Houston with him. But I’d rather spend the day with you.”
Caitlyn almost believed her own lie. She would love to spend the
day with Jenna, but Owen was new and exciting and as much as she
loved Jenna, Jenna was… comfortable.

And suddenly Caitlyn was looking for anything
but comfortable.

Jenna ran to the window beside the front door
and peered out. “That’s not a car, Caitlyn. It’s a fucking
limousine.”

“Yeah, well…” Caitlyn shrugged.

“Who is this guy? Is he rich?”

“I don’t know. He’s some musician.”

“Like a rapper or something?”

Caitlyn snorted on a laugh. “Not quite. He’s
in some metal band. They’re called Sole Regret. He had convinced me
to ride the tour bus and hang out with him backstage until his
concert tonight, but I’d much rather have great nails and watch a
dumb romantic comedy with you.”

“I call bullshit, Caitlyn Marie. You’re
going.” She smoothed her light brown hair that always looked sleek
and salon-styled. “And while you’re collecting your things, I’m
going to introduce myself to your rock star. Is he really
cute?”

“If you weren’t madly in love with Daniel, I
wouldn’t let you within ten feet of Owen.”

Jenna laughed. “It’s not like I’m going to
hump his leg or something.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Do you work
tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Can we do the girl thing then?”

“Of course.” Jenna gave her a quick squeeze.
“I’m just so glad to see you smiling again.”

“Am I smiling?”

“Like you’ve been hitting the Prozac a little
too hard, honey. Good for you. Why don’t you borrow something from
my closet?” Jenna suggested. “You dress like my grandmother.”

“Owen likes the way I dress.”

“I highly doubt that. Now I’m going out to
meet the man who put that smile on your face, while you change into
something a little less you. ”

“Don’t tell him any embarrassing stories
about me!” Caitlyn called after her.

Jenna closed the door securely behind herself
on her way out. She was totally going to tell Owen all sorts of
embarrassing stories about her, Caitlyn just knew she would.
Caitlyn rushed to collect her things.

In the guest room, she upended her overnight
bag in the center of her borrowed bed and looked for something to
wear to a rock concert. Jenna was totally right—she couldn’t be
seen someplace cool dressed in any of her clothes. She shoved a
pair of twill weave slacks and a matching emerald-green sweater
into the bottom of her bag and then helped herself to Jenna’s
closet. Most of Jenna’s clothes would be too small for Caitlyn’s
rounder backside, but one of her flirty dresses should fit. Was she
daring enough to wear red? Yesterday Caitlyn would have said no,
but today she was feeling particularly daring. And sexy. All thanks
to Owen.

She wasn’t quite daring enough to wear the
dress during the day, so she added it to her bag to change into
later. Then she filched a pair of red heels from Jenna’s massive
shoe collection, but she refused to borrow Jenna’s underwear.
Caitlyn’s cartoon cow panties would have to do. Why had she bought
those novelty panties in the first place? Owen had seemed to like
the fuchsia pair with the sheep; how would he feel about turquoise
with a cross-eyed cow?

Would he insist on making her saturate them
with her arousal?

Oh lord, she was going to embarrass herself
for sure.

Next time she saw Owen, she promised herself
that she’d wear sexy underwear for him.

If
there was a next time. She was
starting to believe there might be a lot of next times.

After tossing her toiletries and make-up into
her overnight bag, Caitlyn yanked the zipper shut and went to
rescue Owen—and her own reputation—from Jenna’s clutches.

As expected, Jenna had Owen in stitches. They
were standing next to the car, Owen leaning against the door so he
didn’t collapse in hysterics and Jenna talking in her typical
animated fashion. Caitlyn could only guess what her friend had been
telling him. Probably about the time she’d forced Caitlyn to go
zip-lining and she’d gotten stuck over a canyon. Caitlyn had been
fascinated by the physics of the exercise and had determined the
effectiveness of hand-braking via experimentation. Her experiment
had been a marvelous success—she’d stopped dead in the center of
the line—and it had taken her nearly an hour to pull herself, hand
over hand, to the nearest station, much to the displeasure of
everyone waiting a turn to zoom across the canyon.