remember that.
“I hope you’re all rested up for tonight,” Owen said.
“I have plenty of energy left for the concert.” But not an ounce extra. Amanda had been amazing. She’d taken everything he was willing to give. Most of his lovers made him stop before he was truly satisfied because he wore them out.
“And the sex club afterwards. Don’t forget about that.”
Shade’s nose crinkled. There was no way in hell he would be in the mood to hook up with some stranger that night. Not after he’d had such a wonderful time with someone who mattered to him.
“I’m not going,” Shade said. “Not in the mood.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me? First Gabe and then Adam and now you’re swearing off perfectly good pussy? What is wrong with you guys?”
“I don’t know about them, but my dick needs a few days to recover.”
“Since when?”
“Drop it, Owen. I’m not going.”
“At least I still have Kellen,” Owen grumbled.
“You two will have more fun without me. You know I’m the biggest pussy magnet in the group. You might get to hook-up with someone half-way attractive if I’m not there stealing all the hotties.” Shade somehow managed not to laugh as he taunted Owen.
Owen punched him in the arm and hit a curb with the front passenger-side tire. He returned the Jeep to his lane, managing not to hit any pedestrians in the process. “Bullshit, Silverton. I’m the biggest pussy magnet in the group.”
“Yeah,” Shade said with a hearty chuckle, “if you like cougars.”
“I do like cougars.” Owen grinned deviously. "They’re not afraid to sharpen their claws on my back.”
“To each his own,” he said. Shade had an unnaturally strong attraction to smart chicks. Well, one in particular. He was glad he’d done the wrong thing, gone against every shred of his common sense, and asked Amanda to see him again. Now he had something to look forward to all week.
“That I-got-laid smile of yours looks fucking ridiculous,” Owen said, rolling his eyes skyward.
“You’re just jealous.” And he had every reason to be. Shade would have to play this thing with Amanda by ear, one day—one night—at a time, but for the first time in forever, he had hope that he might be able to make a relationship work.
Assuming the woman in question wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Jeez, will you stop smiling like that,” Owen said. “You’re starting to worry me.”
Shade should probably be worried how his decision to pursue Amanda would complicate his life, but he was too happy to care.
“Shut up and drive, Owen. We have a concert to get to.”
Everything else would sort itself out with time. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure that out.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTSI’d like to thank Wendy Christy for being the most faithful of beta readers and Beth Hill for her fabulous editing skills. Thanks ladies for helping me make this a better story.
I also want to offer a shout out to all of my fans for the encouragement and support. I hope you’re enjoying the guys of Sole Regret. Next up is Owen in Touch Me. Can he help a recent divorcee regain her sexual self-confidence? I think he might.
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