Free Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time by Olivia Cunning Page A

have one of those.” She slid the band of her panties down to show the single word tattooed on her right hip. It said LUNCH beside an arrow that pointed toward her mound.
    Trey produced a sound that made Reagan fear he needed the Heimlich.
    “What is it?” Dare asked, straining his neck to try to see around Trey.
    “Nothing,” he said and wrapped his towel around her waist. He reached for his clothes and got dressed, while she dried off her legs with his towel.
    She shook her head and laughed. “My bandmates have a sick sense of humor.”
    “I know the feeling,” Trey said.
    “My ex- bandmates,” Reagan clarified. She peeked around Trey’s body to grin at Dare. “You guys wouldn’t make me get LUNCH tattooed on my hip, would you?” She winked at him and showed him her tattoo.
    The shocked expression on Dare’s face deserved to be captured on film and hung in a gallery. “That’s pretty fucked up,” he said.
    “Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.”
    “A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?”
    “Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?”
    “Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said.
    “I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”
    “I refuse to ever introduce you to Eric,” Trey said. “If he hears that, I know what tattoo I’ll be forced to get the next time I lose a bet.”
    Dare massaged the bridge of his nose. “I’m so glad my bandmates aren’t douche bags.”
    “Me too,” Reagan said. “Should I come back tomorrow? I should probably practice for the tour on decent equipment. My guitar is a piece.”
    “Yeah, you should do that. Do you need me to send the car for you?”
    Hmm, let me see… Ride in the limo back to Dare Mills’ fabulous mansion or take the city bus and hoof it from the nearest stop? Hard decision.
    “That would be appreciated. I don’t have a car.”
    “Just tell the driver what time he should pick you up in the morning.”
    “Will do. Thanks again for giving me the chance to even audition.” Oh no, the gushy fangirlness was returning. “I can’t believe I’m going on tour with Exodus End. This is so freaking amazing!”
    “We’re lucky to have you,” Dare said, obviously just being a nice guy. Reagan was the lucky one.
    “Thanks,” she managed to say. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
    “Later, Dare,” Trey said.
    Trey waited for her outside the dressing room. She removed her wet panties and tucked them in her pocket before slipping into her cargo pants and combat boots. Trey led her back through the maze that was his brother’s house and out the front door to the portico over the driveway. A sleek, midnight-blue limousine sat waiting for them. Reagan squeaked excitedly and gave Trey a crushing hug before diving through the open door into the backseat. The white leather seats were arranged in a u-shape around a console in the middle of the floor. Fluorescent blue tube lights circled the perimeter of the ceiling giving everything a sultry blue glow. Before Trey even settled into the seat beside her, she was already fiddling with the console in front of her shins.
    “Is this a wet bar?” she asked.
    Trey reached for a remote control and started pushing buttons. Music blared from the speakers.
    “Oh, I love this song!”
    He pressed another button and the center of the console slowly rose to eye-level. “Do you want something to drink?”
    “I’m drunk on life. And two inhaled sex on the beach cocktails, but you can have something, if you’d like.”
    “I’m hungry for lunch, actually,” he said.
    Her face flamed. She never should have shown him that tattoo. “I like you and all, Trey, but I’m not ready to