Trey closed his eyes and rolled onto his opposite side, presenting his back to her.
The bathroom door slid open, and Eric emerged. “All finished!” he announced, as if he expected a smiley face sticker for his accomplishment.
Brian turned his head toward the bathroom and took a hesitant sniff. Apparently finding the place nontoxic, he tugged Myrna into the small room. The bathroom door slid shut, and Myrna’s robe landed on the floor an instant later.
“Alone at last.” Brian filled both hands with her breasts, massaging gently. His dark eyes were glassy with lust as he watched his thumbs brush against her stiff nipples. “You know the idea of making love to my wife is enough to push me beyond control. You don’t have to tease me all day to make me crazy.”
She grinned at him and hopped up onto the vanity. “Good, because I don’t want to wait all day. I want your wickedly fast fingers against me—inside me—right now.” She leaned back against the cold vanity mirror, bent her knees, and rested her feet on the countertop, opening herself wide to her lover. Her fiancée. Her soon-to-be husband. “Make me come, baby. Make my pussy beg you to fill it.”
“Can I taste you first?”
She didn’t respond, just grabbed two fistfuls of his shoulder-length black hair and tugged his head between her legs.
He inhaled deeply. “Oh fuck, baby. You smell like sex.”
His tongue slid inside her, and she watched him trace her opening. Around, around, around, until she had to close her eyes from overstimulation. He pressed two fingers inside her, and she strained against them, craving his big, thick cock already. His fingers pulled free to spread her juices over her throbbing clit.
“Oh!” she gasped.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and then rammed two fingers into her greedy body, thrusting them harder and harder as he suckled her clit with agonizing gentleness. She called out her pleasure, the sounds of her wet pussy and cries of excitement echoing off the walls of the tiny bathroom.
Brian pulled away and shifted his fingers to her clit, stroking her fast and hard.
“Watch yourself, baby. Watch.”
She forced her gaze down between her legs where Brian was working her trigger. He knew exactly how to make her explode. Watching his fingers move against her and thinking about the way those fingers looked when he played one of his guitar solos sent her over the edge. Her ass lifted off the vanity, and he moved his hand away so she could see her pussy pulse with release. Brian rubbed the head of his cock against her opening as her spasms of pleasure tried to grip him. Tug him in.
He slipped inside her easily, and she stared at the spot where their bodies were joined. The way his cock filled her made her breath catch. Her flesh ebbed and stretched with his deep, steady strokes. Brian gyrated his hips as they watched her folds strain to accommodate his girth.
Slowly, her pleasure built again. Oh, but he filled her so perfectly, rubbed her just right.
“Brian.” She needed the feel of his name on her lips almost as much as she needed the feel of his hard cock within her.
He lifted his head, and she met his gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies moved together over and over again. Emotions flooded her being, stealing her breath, making her eyes ache as tenderness overflowed.
“Brian?”
The physical connection, they’d always had that. But opening her heart to him made sex so much more than simple pleasure.
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you,” she said.
He cupped her face between his palms and kissed her softly. “I love you.” Buried balls deep, he stared into her eyes. “Are you really mine?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“About time you admitted it, Professor.” He grinned and pulled out. She gasped in protest, but was too late to pull him back to her.
“Let’s finish this in the shower,” he said. “I’m determined to marry you today one way or another, and we need to work on some multitasking or we’ll waste the entire day fucking in the tour bus bathroom.”
“I wouldn’t say we were wasting the day,” she said.
“I will marry you today, Myrna Evans. Got it?”
“Got it,” she said, smiling her brightest.
While he adjusted the temperature of the water, she hopped off the counter and moved up behind him to kiss his back with an open mouth and tongue and teeth. She rubbed her hands over his firm belly, his pecs, his strong shoulders. He stepped into the shower and she followed, consumed by her insatiable hunger for this man. Finally admitting that she loved him hadn’t lessened her lust for him. If anything, it made it even more pronounced. How lucky was she to be in love and in lust with the same man?
He turned to face her, and her gaze lowered to his thick cock standing at proud attention between them. She wanted his cum in her mouth. Wanted it to pulse into the back of her throat. Wanted to swallow him whole.
She lowered herself to her knees, running her hands up his thighs. The warm water of the shower coursed between her splayed fingers and flowed down her arms. Brian tilted his head back into the flowing water the same instant she sucked his cock into her mouth.
“Ah,” he gasped.
She held the base of his shaft with one hand as she bobbed her head fast, sucked him hard, and cradled his heavy balls in her palm. She wanted to reward him for being so good to her. For loving her. She knew what he liked. She moved her free hand between her legs and slid her fingers into her silky depths, seeking slick juices to ease her penetration of her lover. When she’d collected enough of her own fluids on her fingertips, she lifted her hand between his legs. Her slippery fingers pressed against the opening to his ass, and he grunted before widening his legs. She slid two fingers inside him, gently thrusting in and out until he began to whimper. He knew what was coming. Knew how good she could make him feel. Trusted her with his body. It rocked her world that he let her do this for him.
She released his shaft to free her other hand and shifted it to his balls, drawing them forward and gently massaging them against the base of his cock in slow gentle circles. Inside his ass, the fingers of her other hand curled forward, and she rubbed against his gland. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to work a trigger. Brian started spurting immediately. His entire body shuddered as he cried out in bliss. His fluids pulsing into the back of her throat, Brian grabbed her head to slow its relentless bobbing as she sucked him off, but she refused to lay off until he’d spent every last drop. He sagged against the shower wall, gulping for air and shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. Releasing his cock with a loud sucking pop, Myrna teased the opening at its tip with her tongue, still rubbing him inside to prolong his bliss.
Myrna loved how massaging his prostate made him shudder and quake. Loved how he allowed her to do any kinky thing she wanted to do to him. Loved how he made her feel sexy and appreciated. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives figuring out what other things they had in common, because it was blatantly obvious that they had the sex part figured out.
“God, baby,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but let me know what it was so I can do it repeatedly.”
“Did you like that? My fingers inside you?”
“You know I like it.”
“One of these days I’m going to strap on a dildo and fuck you in the ass.”
She pulled her fingers free of his body and climbed to her feet. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of dominating him—of fucking him—really turned her on. Maybe it was because Brian had never allowed Trey to take him.
She sighed. She wasn’t sure why she was so flipping jealous of the guy today. Maybe because Trey had loved Brian unconditionally for ages and she was just beginning to offer him the same devotion. Well, whatever the reason for that unwarranted emotion making a reappearance this morning, she needed to get over it. She knew Brian didn’t have romantic feelings for Trey, no matter how much Trey wanted him to. If Brian hadn’t started loving the
guy by now, he wasn’t about to do so anytime soon—or ever, if she had a say in the matter.
His cock twitched at whatever wild thoughts were circulating through that gloriously deviant mind of his.
“Sounds interesting. How about we try it tonight?”
She had expected him to protest her demand a little, but was delighted that he’d agreed. The man was so sexually experimental; so open to anything. It was one of the things she loved most about him and a quality she hadn’t realized was lacking in her past romantic interests until she’d found her sexual match in Brian. At first their sexual compatibility had been enough to keep her with him, but somewhere along the way she’d realized that while his body was an amazing gift, it was the man’s open and loving heart that was the real prize. And unlike her, Trey had probably realized that before Brian had branded him with lust.
Damn it. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about Trey this morning? Had she again dreamed about the way he’d looked when he’d stolen a kiss from Brian? She couldn’t deny Trey’s love-drenched look of longing still haunted her thoughts and dreams. Her lover had seemed completely unaffected by the kiss she’d witnessed Trey take from him. So if it hadn’t meant anything to Brian, why did it bother her so fucking much?
“We’ll take a detour to a sex shop after we pick out our rings,” she said, forcing thoughts of Trey from her mind. Her misguided jealousy was her issue, not Brian’s, and she wouldn’t let niggling insecurities about a long-ago tryst between a pair of drunken, testosterone-fueled teenagers to darken her wedding day.
Completely oblivious to her internal struggles, Brian wrapped her in a tight embrace. “God, I love you, woman,” he said. “My turn to make you come.”
“Yeah, it is.”
His ingenious fingers moved between her legs to stroke her clit, his touch sending thoughts of Trey’s infatuation scattering and her knees buckling.
Chapter Three
Myrna hid her hand behind her back as Brian came after it with a monster of a diamond engagement ring. The platinum setting had channel set princess diamonds surrounding a round central stone large enough to kill a charging elephant.
“It’s too big,” Myrna protested. She’d been in love with the stunning designer ring until she’d glimpsed the price tag and had gone light-headed. The thing was worth more than her beloved Thunderbird.
“Try it on before you decide,” Brian suggested.
Resolved to tell him she didn’t like the way it looked on her finger, she held out her left hand and forced herself not to dissolve into a puddle of mush at the delighted smile on Brian’s handsome face. She was going to have to give the guy his way more often; he practically radiated happiness at his small victory.
He sank to one knee at her feet, and her heart dropped.
“Brian, what are you doing?” she whispered, glancing nervously at the store clerk, who grinned broadly, and then looked back down at the man at her feet.
“Asking you properly,” Brian said, gazing up at her with love shining in his eyes.
She scarcely noticed the bruised rings around those eyes, they were so filled with hope and happiness.
“Myrna Evans, I love you with all I am, have been, or will ever be. Will you marry me?”
“I already said I would,” she said around the lump in her throat.
“You should answer me properly,” he said. “In front of this witness who is about to make a huge commission.”
Myrna laughed because she was so damned happy. Her only other option was crying. And for the same reason.
“Yes, Brian Sinclair, I will marry you,” she said.
The clerk clapped her hands excitedly as Brian slipped the ring on Myrna’s left ring finger.
“Now you have to accept it,” he said with a crooked grin, “no matter how expensive it is.”
“You jerk,” Myrna said. She smiled down at her hand and her heart skipped a beat. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears at seeing his ring on her finger for the first time. “You generous, wonderful, sweet jerk!”
She practically tackled him to the ground when she dropped into his arms and kissed him desperately. He chuckled against her lips, his arms tightening around her to draw her closer. After a moment, he turned his face toward the jewelry counter, and Myrna moved her kisses to his jaw and neck.
“We’ll also take a couple of wedding bands to go,” Brian said to the clerk. “As you can see, we’re a bit anxious to get to the honeymoon.”
After purchasing her ridunckulous engagement ring and their matching wedding bands, they headed to a nearby bridal shop on foot.
Brian jerked Myrna’s arm and she gasped in pain. She drew to a sudden halt and turned to him to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing when she discovered she’d almost walked into the doorframe of the bridal shop. She’d been so busy staring at her engagement ring, transfixed by its sparkle that she’d probably have earned a set of shiners to match his if he hadn’t yanked her out of harm’s way. The ring might be extravagant for her taste, but it was also stunning and, more importantly, it symbolized how much she meant to Brian.
She gaped at the huge rock at the realization. Holy fuck, he must love her a lot.
Inside the shop, Myrna explained her dire situation, and a bridal consultant shoved ten different dresses into her arms before showing her to a dressing room. She had to find something that fit right off the rack because there was no time for alterations.
After almost an hour of trying on dresses, the growing pile of discarded gowns was starting to depress her. The first didn’t fit. The next made her look flat-chested. Another two were downright ugly; were all those bows on her ass really necessary? One not even close to her style never made it off the hanger.
On Myrna’s seventh attempt, she was starting to think she should just get married in her business attire. Brian liked when she wore suits. She was sure he wouldn’t mind her wearing one at the ceremony. Her bridal assistant, Carla—we’ll find you something perfect, honey, I’ve never failed yet—finished zipping the latest dress and stood back to study Myrna. Her breath caught, and she covered her wide mouth with trembling fingers. Myrna lifted her eyes to the three reflections of herself in the mirror, expecting yet another disappointment. She never expected to burst into tears.
“That’s the one,” Carla said, pulling Myrna, now sobbing uncontrollably, into her arms to rub her back until she got a handle on her emotions.
“I’m sorry. I can’t believe I’m crying.” Myrna drew away and dabbed at her eyes, feeling like a complete ass for getting so emotional over a stupid dress.
“Happens all the time,” Carla assured her. She smiled broadly. “Are you wearing it out, then?”
“I don’t want him to see me in it yet.”
Brian was sitting just outside the dressing room waiting for her.
“Do you have someone to help you with the zipper?”
She supposed she could ask one of the guys to help her on the bus. “I’ll figure something out.”
She turned back to the mirror and ran her hands down the rumpled satin bodice.
The white dress was form fitting from breast to hip; the skirt was loose and long and gathered on one side by a decorative design embroidered in silver thread. The hem just brushed the floor. She turned to examine the back, which had a simple train that extended a few feet behind her. The row of pearl buttons that hid the back zipper was a lovely bonus that ended in another design embroidered in silver that bunched the train just below her rump. She’d wanted to look beautiful for Brian when he took her as his wife and, in this dress, she felt beautiful. She held her arms out and shook her hips side to side, watching the skirt sway enticingly. Perfect. The dress was perfect.
“Did you find anything yet?” Brian called from outside the dressing room door. “It’s getting late, sweetheart. Just pick something.”
“Just pick something,” Carla said and rolled her eyes. “Men just don’t get it.”
But Myrna kne
w when he saw her in this dress, he’d get it. Because the sap was far more sentimental than she was.
“I think I found something suitable,” Myrna called to her eager fiancé. “I’ll be out as soon as I take it off.”
“I want to see it.” The door handle rattled, but it was locked.
“You’ll have to wait,” Myrna said. “I want it to be a surprise.”
Chapter Four
Brian paced up and down the aisle of Sinners’ tour bus. His four band mates watched him as if they were spectators at Wimbledon. He paused before the closed door at the end of the corridor and listened for sounds of Myrna moving inside the bedroom. Silence assaulted his ears. She had to be in there. There was no escaping the bedroom. The window was too small, and he’d have noticed if she’d tried to sneak past him.
Brian couldn’t wait to see her in her dress. Couldn’t wait to see her, dress or no dress. But even though he willed it¸ the doorknob didn’t turn. The door didn’t open. His woman didn’t appear, leap into his arms, and kiss him senseless. Not yet. What