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Tell Me

One Night with Sole Regret 6


Olivia Cunning

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Copyright 2013 Olivia Cunning


Published by Vulpine Press

Cover Design by Olivia Cunning

Cover Photo by
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Edited by E.L. Hill at



ISBN-10: 1-939276-09-8






Backstage Pass

Rock Hard

Hot Ticket

Wicked Beat

Double Time


Sinners at the Altar



Try Me #1

Tempt Me #2

Take Me #3

Share Me: A Prequel #0.5

Touch Me #4

Tie Me #5

Tell Me #6


Tease Me #7

Treat Me #8



Loving on Borrowed Time

Twice Upon a Time




Defying Destiny


Chapter One

This is bullshit
, Gabe thought.

Lounging in his favorite recliner, he crossed his legs at the ankle and took another draw off his Corona as he tried not to glare at the latest intruder on Sole Regret
’s tour bus. They had yet another woman touring with the band. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the pregnant chick had decided to set up camp on the bus sofa, now Kellen was courting some red-headed ice queen who’d taken up permanent residence at his hip, and Shade’s ex-sister-in-law turned fuck-buddy kept showing up at their gigs unannounced. He was sure that if Adam’s woman didn’t have to work and Owen’s new flame wasn’t pretending she was mad at him, they’d be on the bus too. And here Gabe was telling Melanie that she couldn’t join them on the road. That the band had a rule about women on tour, and rightly so.

Well, screw
that. If the rest of the guys were allowed a little female company to occupy them during the long, boring hours between concerts, then he sure as hell wasn’t going to upset Melanie again by making her feel unwelcome. She was more than welcome as far as he was concerned. Assuming she even wanted to ride on the tour bus. Spending countless hours on the road with a bunch of guys wasn’t exactly the perpetual party everyone thought it was.

Gabe set his beer aside and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Melanie
’s number, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn’t going to consult the band on this. He didn’t care if they thought he was pussy-whipped, or worse, in
with the sweet little accountant he’d met in Tulsa. He shouldn’t have to take shit for inviting Melanie to the show that night. The guys hadn’t bothered asking if their women could join the tour, so why should he be the only one following the rules?

“Hey, you,” Melanie
answered. Her soft voice made the back of his neck tingle with pleasure. “I was just thinking about you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night. Did you make it to New Orleans?”

“We’re on the road somewhere in
southern Louisiana. We should be there in an hour or two. Are you at work?”

“Yeah, but I can take a little break,” she said. “This spreadsheet can wait.”

He was counting on that. “Can it wait until Monday?”

“Huh? Why?”

“I miss you.” He glanced up to make sure the guys hadn’t heard that because even though he was willing to go to bat for Melanie, he’d be much more comfortable if he kept his love life and his band mates as far apart as possible.

If any of the guys ha
d heard what he’d just said to Melanie, no one said anything. Not even Owen, who lived for messing with people. It was weird that the guys had stopped going ballistic any time one of them showed the slightest weakness for a woman. Hell, Kellen was holding Dawn’s hand in front of everyone and no one had said a thing about it. And Dawn was gazing into Kellen’s eyes as if entranced and speaking to him in a soft, sensual tone. Or she was when she wasn’t too busy laughing at Owen’s stream of jokes. Now wasn’t that just a homey trio?

Granted, Gabe was in a bad mood. Sexy conversations, video chats
, and text messages from Melanie had him so horny he couldn’t think straight. He hadn’t seen her in five days and five long, lonely, cock-in-a-permanent-semi-rigid-state nights. The woman had him so worked up, he was surprised he hadn’t done something truly embarrassing. Like fly to Wichita on one of Sole Regret’s rare nights off just to see her.

“I miss you too,” she said. “I stopped at a lingerie shop on the way home from work last night. I was going to keep it a secret and surprise you with my new garters and thong—

“Don’t!” he interrupted. “I can’t take another set of blue balls, Mel.”

“I could help you with those,” she said in that voice he associated with sex, though they hadn’t even had actual sex since she’d started using that sensual tone. Yeah, she had him all sorts of out of his head and into a mentality that focused solely on satiating his libido. With her. He hadn’t even considered sating his lust with another woman, even though he was hornier than a herd of longhorn cattle.

“I’ll head for the ladies room and put you on video chat
,” she said in a sultry voice. “I’ll show you what you do to me and then you can show me what I do to you.”

Hell yeah
, he could.

ust talking to you makes me wet,” she continued.

Gabe sucked a tormented breath through his teeth.
He could tell, by the low tone of her voice, that she was turned on. He was already familiar with that tone too. In fact, he heard it when he dreamed of her and then woke up so uncomfortably hard that he’d started habitually masturbating in the middle of the night. His cock was apparently trying to reclaim its misspent youth. He didn’t know how Melanie did it—put him in a constant state of arousal—but he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed her. Yesterday. Not to mention
. And tomorrow.

“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

He already had a change of state going on in his pants. Just how hard could a cock get without any visual or physical stimulation? Pretty damned hard, apparently. She just had to use that voice on him and he was ready to roll. She couldn’t possibly be as great as he remembered, could she? In his mind, he’d exalted her to goddess status. If he elevated her any higher, she’d have to orbit the moon just to return to Earth.

“I plan to make you a very happy man Saturday night,” she said.

He had no doubt she would, but he wanted to be a very happy man now. And until she was pressed against him, staring up at him with those beguiling hazel eyes while he buried himself in the slick heat between her legs, he was marginally happy at best. “How about making me a very happy man in five hours?”

“More like five minutes. I’m in the ladies room now. Are you ready for me?”

He knew what that meant. No way was he going to watch her on video chat in front of the entire bus. He hopped out of his recliner, hurried to the bathroom, and jiggled the handle. Locked.

“Let me in,
” he insisted.

“Just a minute,” a soft feminine voice said from inside. Lindsey was in the bathroom again? He knew she was six months pregnant, but did she really need to
piss every twenty minutes?

“I’ve started wearing skirts to work every day,” Melanie whispered from the phone he had pressed to his ear. “Do you know why?”

Yeah, he knew why, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me.”

“So it’s easier to touch myself when I think of you. And I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Mr. Banner. Do you want
me to take my panties off now?”

until I can watch you do it. I want to watch all of it.”

“Where are you?”

“Waiting for the bathroom.” He knocked on the door again, as if Lindsey would have forgotten he was out there in the twenty seconds between interruptions.

“Almost finished!” Lindsey called.


“You should feel how hot and swollen my pussy is for you, Gabe,” Melanie said in his ear. “Just hearing your voice does that to me.”

He knew the feeling. God, she was driving him insane.

’t start without me,” he said, rattling the bathroom door handle as if he was about to piss down his leg.

“Too late,” Melanie said. “I’ve already started. I have to hurry or I’ll be missed at my desk and someone might come looking for me. You wouldn’t want me to get caught with my hand up my skirt, would you?”

Damn it. If Lindsey didn’t hurry up, he was going to miss it. He knew Adam was napping in the bedroom at the back of the bus. He wondered how dead he’d be if he woke the guitarist and told him to get lost so he could watch Melanie touch herself and touch himself without a live audience.

“What are you doing?” he asked Melanie. “Tell me.”

“I’ve got my skirt hiked up around my waist. I’m holding my pussy is in my hand while I wait. It aches for you, Gabe.”

He knew what it was like to ache for someone.
To ache for
. “Rub your clit through your panties, Mel. Make yourself wet for me while you wait.”

“Yes, Gabe.” She released a little moan. “That feels so good. Can I take my panties
off now? They’re getting soaked.”

He stifled a groan of torment.
“No, but slip your fingers beneath them and tell me what that sweet pussy of yours feels like.”

, Gabe,” Owen called from the common area. “Are you talking to your mom again?”

Gabe tensed and then cringed.

There were several boisterous laughs from the main cabin, but he refused to look that way.
Were they listening? Could they hear all the dirty things he was saying to Melanie?

“It’s slippery and swollen
.” Melanie obeyed his request. “Hot and smooth and
! I need to come.”

When the door before him unlatched, he yanked it open. Lindsey gasped, her eyes wide, and put a hand over her distended abdomen.

“Sorry it took so long,” she said.

Not sorry enough to get the hell out of his way. He took her by the arm and turned, effectively ejecting her into the corridor and himself into the privacy of the bathroom.

“Okay,” he said to Melanie as he locked the door behind him. “I’m alone now. Take off your panties for me. Show me what I want to see.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear so he could watch as she switched to video chat. He caught a glimpse of her
lovely flushed face before she set her phone on the bathroom counter. He loved how she wore her hair to work—her long brown curls all heaped on her head in a messy knot, with tendrils falling down around her heart-shaped face. His need to free those beautiful tresses and bury his hands in them was almost pathological. When she chatted with him on her laptop at home, she let her hair down for him, shook it out, ran her hands through the long, gorgeous mass of curls, but she wouldn’t do that now. Not when she was at work. But she would do other things for him. Naughty things.

Melanie stepped back from the phone so that he could see her
. Her tight, gray skirt was bunched up around her hips, and an illegally sexy pair of black lace panties hid her sex. Did all businesswomen wear that kind of underwear under their office attire? If so, he was going to start hanging around water coolers.

When she pushed her glasses up her nose and nibbled her lower lip,
his cock jerked with excitement.

“Fuck me,”
he said under his breath.

He hadn’t known she’d worn glasses the night they’d met, and if men didn’t make passes at girls with glasses, then he had a gender identity crisis going on.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said with a naughty grin, her voice echoing slightly off the bathroom walls. Did her colleagues have any idea what kind of sexpot lurked behind her conservative facade? They’d better not. She was all his.

“Are you hard for me?” she asked. “Tell me, Gabe.”

“I’m always hard for you, baby. I belong inside you. Balls-deep inside you.”

“Show me.”

He reached for his fly and tilted the phone down, watching his screen to make sure she had a good view as he unfastened the buttons of his jeans one by one. He slid a hand down into his underwear and freed his throbbing erection from its confines, shuddering in bliss as his hand skimmed his cock’s sensitive surface.

“I swear it gets bigger every time I see it
.” Melanie’s comment drifted up from the phone.

“It gets more desperate for you every time you see it.” He drew his phone closer to his face so he could see what she was doing on her end more clearly. He needed a bigger screen, he decided. No. He needed her here. Live in the flesh.

“This is where I want it, Gabe,” she said. He didn’t catch much of what she was doing as she moved but after a moment of holding his breath in anticipation, he released it in an excited
as her pussy was displayed on screen, her fingers spreading her lips so he could see her intimately. So intimately. Her finger probed her opening, and she said, “In here. I want you here. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock. Right here.”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

He imagined himself buried inside her as he began to stroke himself. His hand was a poor substitution for her soft, silky heat, but it would have to do. He could hear her timid moans as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy. He knew she’d have been louder if she’d been at home. She really put on a show for him late at night when he was alone in his bunk and she was in her bedroom. The first time he’d talked her into having phone sex, she’d been a little hesitant, but now she completely got off on it. And it made him crazy for her. Fuck, everything the woman did made him crazy.

His ass clenching rhythmically,
Gabe pumped his hips as he thrust into his hand. He could almost feel her body against his, her pussy gripping his cock as he imagined fucking her against the bathroom wall. On the screen, her fingers moved to her clit, and she was soon trying to stifle her cries of release as she came for him. He scowled when she dropped her phone with a loud clatter and he could see nothing but blackness and hear nothing but her faint ragged gasps for breath.

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