Touch me, p.20
Part #4 of One Night with Sole Regret series by Olivia Cunning
errand boy, but he asked, “Anything else?”
“Give me twenty minutes of privacy and then bring me a sandwich.”
“Pastrami?” Kellen asked.
“You guessed it.”
Caitlyn gasped when Owen lifted her skirt by sliding his hands up her thighs. “Mmm,” he murmured. “I am definitely going to need a pastrami sandwich when I’m done with you.”
Now that sounded promising.
After the show, Owen threw a couple of guitar picks into the audience, kissed his fingertips, and tossed the sentiment to the crowd. He then jogged down the steps to the floor beside the stage.
“Oh my God.” Caitlyn squealed and launched herself into his arms. His bass guitar made a low grinding sound as her belly rubbed against the strings. “I thought you were hot before, but now I’d have to say you’re on fire. Molten. Nuclear.”
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.”
“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.
“If you let me buy you dinner tonight.”
“I think the tour bus is leaving in the next ten minutes.”
“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
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.
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.
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?”
“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.”
She burst into tears again.
Owen wrapped his arms around her and drew her into a comforting embrace. He stroked her hair and murmured, “Don’t cry. We’ll get
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