“The just-looking-for-a-good-time type.”

“That’s too bad.”

His heart sank. He wasn’t sure why. Usually if someone wasn’t interested he just blew it off. He ducked his head and lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. “Maybe you could change my mind.”

She laughed. “Does that line actually work?”

He’d never thought to use it before. Probably because it would have complicated things. He didn’t like complications. He wasn’t sure what had changed since this morning to make him crave a few complications. As long as they involved Reagan Elliot. “That wasn’t a line,” he said.

“I’m not buying it, Mills.”

He leaned close to her ear and she stiffened. He waited until goose bumps rose along her neck and shoulder before he spoke in his well-practiced seductive voice. “You know what you need?” She shivered and Trey leaned an inch closer so his warm breath would caress the damp skin just below her ear. “A hard, slow fuck against a wall.”

Her breath caught.

“That was a line,” he whispered into her ear.

She slapped at his shoulder. “Well, I would have fallen for that one.”

He leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at her. “You would have?”

“Yeah, because it’s true. That’s exactly what I need. A hard… slow… fuck against a wall.”

Trey’s balls throbbed incessantly. The way she said “fuck” made him feel like he was already sheathed deep inside her body.

“You’re just the man to give it to me,” she said in a husky, breathless voice.

His heart skipped a beat. He reached for her, and she grabbed his head between her hands just before his lips met hers. She stared deeply into his eyes and then winked.

“That was a line,” she said and shoved him away.

He laughed and once he got started, he couldn’t stop. He collapsed against the back of the tub and covered both eyes with his wet hands. He might have found his match in this woman.

“Is it safe to join you?” Dare asked from the edge of the hot tub.

Trey was glad his brother had found the decency to put on swim trunks.

“We’re just talking,” Reagan said.

“Just talking? You must be a married woman or something,” Dare said.

“Nope.”

“Trey’s moving slow today. Did he use his hard, slow fuck against a wall line?” Dare settled into the tub across from Trey.

Reagan gasped in indignation.

“Apparently so.”

“Jackass,” Trey grumbled.

“You’re the jackass,” Reagan said.

Trey shrugged. “What can I say? I love sex.”

Reagan stared at him for a moment and murmured something that sounded like, “Me too,” before she turned her attention to Dare. “Did everyone go home?”

Dare reached for the glass of cola he’d set beside the hot tub and took a sip. “Yeah. This is the first break we’ve had from touring in a while. We need some time apart.”

“Maybe I should go,” Reagan said. “I wouldn’t want you to get sick of me.”

Dare met her eyes and held her gaze. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Reagan.”

She flushed. Trey scowled. Dare didn’t need lines to attract women. He just had to sit there and give off Dare-a-mones.

“Did you want something to drink?” Dare asked Reagan.

Damn it. Trey should have asked her first.

“I am a little parched.”

“I’ll get it,” Trey offered. When he started to stand, Reagan grabbed his thigh to keep him seated. His naked thigh.

His cock thickened in a surge of hot lust.

“You’re naked,” she reminded him.

And he would have been fine climbing out of the hot tub naked before she’d touched him. Now if he left the water, he’d embarrass himself in front of his brother. When she didn’t move her hand, he eased toward her. Wanting her to touch him, not just there, but everywhere.

“I’ve seen him naked before. I wasn’t overly impressed,” Dare said and took another sip of his Coke. “Harold!” he yelled.

A moment later Dare’s servant/butler/whoever appeared beside the tub. “Did you need something, Mr. Mills?”

“I have guests.”

“Right.” Harold turned to Reagan and Trey. The shine of the afternoon sun on his bald spot was almost blinding as he bowed slightly. “Would you like a beverage? A snack? Cherry sucker?”

Trey nodded.

“What do you have?” Reagan asked.

“Anything your heart desires,” Harold said.

“Sex on the beach?”

“Anywhere your heart desires,” Trey said.

Reagan slid her hand farther up Trey’s thigh and he stiffened. In more than one location.

“I should probably abstain,” she said. “I have to find the correct bus home.”

Abstinence should not be a word in this woman’s vocabulary. Trey’s gaze lowered to the shadows of her dusty-pink nipples just beneath the surface of the water. He bit his lip so he didn’t start with the come-on lines again. Her fingertips stroked sensual trails up and down the inside of his thigh. She moved within inches of his crotch and then away again. An inch closer this time.

Oh God.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dare said. “Have a drink if you like. If you get wasted, the driver can take you home in the limo.”

Reagan’s eyes brightened. “You have a limo?”

“The band has a limo,” Dare said, “so technically you have a limo too.”

“No. Feckin’. Way.” Her hand squeezed Trey’s thigh and he almost leapt out of the water. “Did you hear that, Trey? I have a limo.”

Trey murmured in her ear, “We should go for a ride.”

“That would be fun. We could swing by work and I can quit. Or get fired. I don’t really care.”

“Why would they fire you?” Dare asked.

“Because I’m supposed to be there right now and I didn’t even call to let them know I wasn’t coming. Not very responsible of me.”

“So typically you’re a responsible person?” Trey asked.

“I’m wearing nothing but my panties in a hot tub with a pair of rock star brothers—one of them naked. Does that sound responsible to you?”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” Dare said and laughed.

Reagan grinned. “I have a tendency to do what I want, when I want. Fuck the consequences.”

Trey leaned close and pressed his nose to the outer ridge of her ear as he spoke in his most seductive voice. “Can I be the consequences?”

She turned her head and lifted an eyebrow at him. “Are you always this naughty?”

“This is well-behaved for Trey,” Dare said and laughed again. His brother was having a grand time at his expense. Trey would get him back for this at his earliest opportunity.

“I figured as much.” Reagan leaned closer until her lips were a hairsbreadth from his. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss a woman so bad. But for once in his life he wasn’t sure how to make the first move. Her signals were all mixed and driving him to distraction. He couldn’t figure out what he needed to do to get what he wanted from her. Probably because he wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. Maybe he didn’t want anything from her. Maybe he just wanted her. Period.

“Do you know what I do to naughty boys?” she asked.

“Tease them to their limits and then shoot them down,” Dare guessed and took a nonchalant sip of his beverage.

Reagan grinned. “Exactly.”

Well, fuck, if she was just going to shoot him down anyway, he might as well push the envelope.

“Do you know what I do to naughty girls?” he asked, locking her gaze with his.

“What?”

“I put in my tongue piercing.” He ran a fingertip down the center of his tongue.

“And?” She actually sounded bored. What the hell?

“I flick it over their clit until they scream.”

“What do they scream?”

“Oh, Trey. Fuck me. Please.”

She tilted her head and stared above his head in contemplation. “Not very original.”

Dare chuckled. “This is sweet,” he said. “Reagan, I think I love you.”

“Shut up, Dare,” Trey grumbled. He shot a look of disgust over his shoulder at his brother’s smug face.

Reagan’s wet hand caressed Trey’s cheek and he turned his head to look at her. “Do you know what I’d say?”