One Night with Sole Regret 03.5 Share Me (Prequel) (10 page)

“We’re sure,” the three in the bedroom yelled
in unison.

“Then you kids have fun, but keep it down. We’re going to bed.” Th
ere was a short pause. “
Alone
un-fucking-fortunately. Let’s hope the generator holds out so we don’t all freeze to death.”

“Way to spoil the mood,” Shade grumbled.

Lindsey grabbed Shade’s wrist and yanked, trying to dislodge his fist from her hair. “I said let me go,” she said and ground her ass into his cock as she tried to twist out of his grasp.

Shade groaned into her ear. “I am not going to last much longer,” he whispered.
“Vanessa got me too worked up.”

Lindsey
bumped her heel into his shin and, caught off-guard, Shade actually loosened his grip. She managed one step, before his fist tightened in her hair again.

“You’ll pay for that,
darlin’,” he said.

Oh yes, make me pay.

In an instant he had her face down on the edge of bed, his big, strong hand pressing down in the center of her back so she couldn’t rise. And it wasn’t as if she wasn’t legitimately trying, but he so much stronger than her and no amount of trying to push upward with her spaghetti noodle arms could dislodge him. Breathing hard, she turned her head so she could draw air. As soon as she stopped struggling to rise, his free hand delved between her legs from behind, no doubt discovering how hot and wet she was down there.

Shade removed his hand from her back and she launched forward, trying to scramble away. He grabbed her by the thighs, yanking them apart and pulling he
r towards him until she felt his cockhead against her opening. Her core clenched with the tease of an orgasm.

“You want it, don’t you?”

Yes, yes, I want it.

“No,” she forced herself to say. She shook her head vigorously.

“Then why are you so wet?”

“I’m not,” she denied.

He thrust into her, sliding to the hilt in one hard motion.

She cried out. Lord, he was huge. She couldn’t help but rock back to meet his deep, punishing penetration stroke for stroke.

“Do you like that?”

“No,” she forced herself to say.

“She does like it, doesn’t she, Vanessa?”

“I think she does,” Vanessa said.

“Do you know what else she likes?”

“Your finger in her ass?”

“I didn’t think of that,” he said. His firm grip released from one thigh and before she could use that advantage to pretend to fight him, his finger slipped in her ass and she exploded with a earth shattering orgasm. He didn’t give her time to recover. He spread her legs wider and fucked her harder.

“Oh please,” she begged as rubbed her face over the bedclothes in blinding ecstasy.

“What were you thinking Lindsey likes?” Vanessa asked.

“I think she likes to eat pussy.”

“I hope so. My fingers aren’t doing the trick over here.”

Lindsey lifted her head and it took a moment for her eyes to focus on her friend,
who was indeed trying to get off at her own hand.

“
You want to lick Vanessa’s cum, don’t you, Lindsey?”

“N-
no.” She swallowed hard. He wouldn’t make her, would he?

“I saw how turned on you were when you made her come.
She was turned on by you too, Lindsey. I doubt she’s ever come that hard before in her life. Her pussy gripped my cock so hard, I almost lost it. She came for you. You want to taste it.”

“
No, it don’t.” She honestly didn’t want to taste anyone’s cum, but would they believe her while she was playing this game of false denial with them?

“Come here, Vanessa,” he demanded. “Let her taste you.”

“Wait,” Lindsey whispered.

Shade grabbed a fistful
of Lindsey’s hair and lifted her face off the mattress so Vanessa could position herself in front of Lindsey with her legs spread wide. Lindsey had never been this up close and personal to a vagina since birth. Shade released Lindsey’s hair, but she didn’t lower her head to do what they wanted her to do. She closed her eyes concentrated on the feel of Shade’s powerful thrusts. Damn, the man was a good fuck.

Lindsey
could smell Vanessa’s excitement now and eventually had to admit it was enticing. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste it. She did. But she’d never done anything like this before. She was afraid of where her own desire might take her.

Vanessa placed a gentle hand on the back of her head. “
It’s okay, Lindsey,” she whispered, stroking her hair tenderly while Shade continued to pound into her.

“Are you sure,
Nessi?” she asked.

“I’m sure, baby.”

Lindsey lowered her head and drew her tongue oh-so-slowly over Vanessa’s quivering clit. Vanessa collapsed back onto the bed with a startled outrush of breath. Lindsey licked Vanessa’s inner folds, using the orgasmic, teasing technique Kellen had used on her earlier that night. Vanessa’s cum was sweet and tangy and Lindsey couldn’t get enough of it. She licked Vanessa’s opening until her tongue got tired and then she sucked her clit until her friend came. Lindsey was scarcely aware of Shade thrusting deep one last time or his shouting and shuddering as he took his release. When he let go of her thighs and pulled out, she shifted her arm between Vanessa’s legs so she could slide two fingers into Vanessa’s sweet, silky pussy. Lindsey loved making her friend moan and writhe in ecstasy. When Vanessa found another orgasm minutes later, Lindsey gasped at the sensation of Vanessa’s flesh clenching in hard spasms around her exploring fingers. When her friend had settled, Lindsey kissed Vanessa’s shaven mound affectionately and slid her fingers free.

She lifted her head to find that Shade had left the room while she’d been otherwise occupied eating out her best friend. What.
The. Fuck?

Vanessa grabbed Lindsey
and drew her against her in a warm embrace. “Damn, girl, where did you learn to do that with your tongue?”

“Um.”
Lindsey flushed. “Kellen Jamison?”

Vanessa laughed. “That man just landed himself at number one on my fuck-it list.”

Lindsey lifted her head to look down into the familiar face of her best friend. She loved this woman, she did, but she didn’t
ever
want to eat her pussy again. “Nessi?”

“Yeah, sugar.”

“Does this mean I’m gay?”

“
Naw, baby. We was just caught up in the moment and got a little bicurious.”

“Okay,” she said and laid her head on Vanessa’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what it is about rock stars that makes us act all crazy.”

Lindsey knew. “They’re walking aphrodisiacs.”

Vanessa chuckled and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “You said it, girlfriend. You said it.”

Lindsey’s mind soon wandered to the remaining two rock stars in on the tour bus.

“Hmm, I wonder if Gabe and Adam are cold and lonely.”

“We could go check,” Vanessa said.

Chapter Twelve

Owen hopped out of his bunk and winced when his barefoot landed on a used condom. He was pretty sure it wasn’t his, but who the hell knew after the orgy that had gone down the night before.

He peeled the sticky prophylactic off the bottom of his foot and tossed it into the garbage can under the sink. He was always the first to wake up, but this morning, it was important, because
Santa
had been too busy screwing the night before to dig his presents out of their hiding place.

Owen stepped over Tex, who was sprawled in the aisle wearing nothing but his cowboy boots, and for some inexplicable reason, his belt and
prized rodeo buckle. Owen’s toe connected with an empty whiskey bottle and it rolled across the floor to get lost under the dining room table, which had been used for a different kind of feast the night before. It had been fun while it lasted, but now his tongue would never work properly again and his lower back and hips were calling his insatiable cock every sort of a son-of-a-bitch.

Or maybe he’d dreamt it all. His band members were all stark naked and passed out in various uncomfortable positions around the cabin, but the
re wasn’t a woman in sight.

H
e found the pair of female friends curled up together on the bed in the back of the bus. When the generous ladies had come out of the bedroom the night before, the only one who hadn’t taken a turn at one or the other of them—or
both
of them in Owen’s case—had been Kelly. He was still saving his love for a dead girl. Owen hoped his gift helped him get over her a little. If for no other reason, Kelly seriously needed to find something better than Owen’s had to get him off.

Owen donned a pair of discarded jeans he found on the bedroom floor—which turned out not to be his because they were several sizes too big—and his Santa hat. He flopped down on the floor
, rolled onto his back, and shimmied his shoulders under the bed. He tugged out the velvet sack he’d stuffed way back under the headboard a few nights before.

A foot stomped right in the middle of his stomach.

“Umph!”

“Oh my God,” Lindsey said as she pulled her foot back. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“You don’t need a spleen to live,” he said breathlessly and after some scooting around, rose into sitting position.

“Did we really have a sex orgy last night?” she whispered, her innocent-looking
blue eyes wide in disbelief.

“Nope.
What happens on the Sole Regret tour bus, stays on the Sole Regret tour bus.” He winked at her and rose to his feet.

Owen slung his sack of presents over one shoulder and grinned at Lindsey. “Santa already gave you your present last night. You are now permanently on his naughty list.”

She flushed and lowered her eyes to her clenched hands.

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “I meant what I said about
every sinfully delicious thing that happens on this bus, doesn’t leave it.”

“Okay,”
she said breathlessly, but didn’t look at him.

She really was a doll. He might have considered calling her if she hadn’t slept with every last one of his
band mates. Oh, and his bus driver.

“You had fun, right?”
Owen asked.

She nodded
earnestly and then her eyes rolled up in her head as whatever erotic memories were teasing her thoughts.

“Then don’t let it bother you.”

He tripped over what had to be Gabe’s overlong pant legs as he left her to mull over her misdeeds. He should probably find his own jeans, before he started waking people. He found them in the shower and had no idea how they’d gotten there. He took the time to use the john before changing into his own pants.

“Merry Christmas,” he bellowed from the end of the corridor.

Tex sat bolt upright in the middle of the aisle. “What the fuck?” He covered his head with both hands and winced in pain. He then noticed his state of undress and shifted his hands to cover his crotch. “Who gave me whiskey?”

Owen chuckled. He wouldn’t remember a thing from the night before. He never did when he drank too much whiskey.

“Ah God.” He tried to stand but ended up crawling to the bathroom and locking himself inside.

“I said, Merry Christmas, assholes,” Owen yelled. “It’s time to wake up. Santa came.”

“I remember him coming at least four times,” Adam’s said from his bunk. Well, he was mostly in his bunk. One hand and foot were dragging the floor. “I can’t feel my arm.”

“That sucks for a lead guitarist, doesn’t it?”
Shade grumbled from the sofa. He had a pair of pink panties stuck to his forehead. Owen grinned, wondering how long it would take him to notice.

Adam rolled onto his back and used his functional arm to try to rub the circulation back into his temporarily frozen one. “I’d flip you off if you were worth the trouble.”

“Here’s what Santa brought you, Adam.”

“Let me guess.
Another chain.”

Owen laughed. “How did you know?”

“You buy me a chain every year. That’s why I have like ten of them.”

“Well now you have eleven. You
’re welcome.”

Adam smiled at him—he really didn’t do that enough these days. “Thanks, man. It’s exactly what I wanted.
And I really didn’t get you shit.”

“That’s
not from me, it’s from Santa.”

“Yeah okay.
What are you—five years old?”

“On Christmas I am.”

Gabe hadn’t stirred from his upside down sprawl in the recliner. His mohawked head was on the extended foot rest, legs spread and draped over each chair arm. After seeing where Gabe’s balls were currently situated, Owen vowed to never sit in that chair again.

“Gabe, are you awake? It’s Christmas.”