“It’s just a few more days, Brian,” she said into her cell phone as she walked to her car after work. “I have a bunch of things to take care of here first. I do have a life, you know.”“It’s just… I’m going crazy with missing you.”She smiled. “I miss you, too. Thanks for the flowers, by the way.”“Flowers?”“Don’t play coy. They were signed, See You Soon, so it had to be you. And how did you know gladiolas were my favorite flower?”“I should have sent you flowers, but I can’t take credit. Who would send you flowers?”“They weren’t from you?” She bit her lip. Who would send her flowers? Her parents maybe? Or one of her sisters?“No, they weren’t from me. Is some bozo hitting on you?” He sounded more upset than he should be.“Nah. Probably from my parents. So, where will you be on Saturday? I should be able to get out of town by then.” She unlocked her car and slid her laptop case across the front seat.“Saturday? That’s five days away!”“Friday night? I might be able to swing that, bu
She twisted away from him. “It’s nothing.”“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Sed said. They ignored the group of fans who were growing in number by the minute and went directly to the bus. Sed told the girls following him to wait outside.Brian directed Myrna to a seat at the dining table and treated her scrape with peroxide from a first aid kit. The entire band was looking at her like she’d been in a horrible accident and was expected to die at any moment.“I’m okay,” she insisted.“You’ve got to be more careful, Brian,” Sed said. “You know what some of these fans are like.”“I wasn’t thinking.” Brian tossed a wad of wet gauze on the table and kissed Myrna on the back of the head. “I was just happy to see her.”Sed grinned. “Yeah, I get it. But be happy to see her in private. Okay? We don’t want her to get any death threats.”“I don’t know how you guys deal with some of this stuff,” Myrna said.“What stuff?” Brian asked.“The fans. They honestly believe they know you. That chick who
Myrna crawled out of bed, slid into the discarded white sundress she found on the floor, and stumbled toward the bathroom. They’d been driving two days straight to play a show in Florida. The band would play an hour, and then the crew would break down the set and be back on the road by midnight to head up the Eastern seaboard. She honestly didn’t know how these guys maintained their sanity. All they did was ride on a bus all day and night, constantly moving from city to city with no time to enjoy the places they traveled.After using the bathroom, she contemplated returning to bed, but decided Brian would wake up and then she’d spend several hours with his slim hips between her thighs. Not that she ever considered that a bad thing, she just had work to do and found herself entirely too distracted to get anything done.Myrna shoved a stack of papers to the side of the square dining table, sat in the she-didn’t-want-to-know-why-it-was-sticky booth and booted up her computer. Now that sh
Brian pushed the straps of her sundress from her shoulders and bared her breasts. He bent his head to suck and lick her nipples, pushing her breasts together as he attempted to get them both in his mouth at once.“God, you’re hot,” he growled. He sank his teeth into her tender nipple and her body jerked before she shuddered with release. She tightened her vaginal muscles and rose up to excite him with fast, shallow strokes. His head fell back, his breathing erratic.“Myrna. Myrna. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”A flash of blue and red lights in the back window caught her attention. “You’d better hurry up about it. We’ve just been spotted by a cop.”“Shit!”He rearranged her top to cover her breasts and his rapidly softening cock fell free of her body.“You could have finished,” she said. “He’ll have to run the out-of-state plates before he comes to talk to us.”“I couldn’t have finished. My balls are now hiding up in my belly.”She laughed and slid off his lap. She
“I’ll tell them I’ve been kidnapped.”“They’ll probably believe it.”She took his hand. He smiled, his heart warming. She could deny it all shewanted, but he knew she cared. “What that trooper said bothered you, didn’t it?”Actually, he hadn’t thought about that trooper since his toes had been used in ways they’d never been used before. He shrugged. “Eh, I’m used to it.”She squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry to hear that. No one should have to tolerate being discriminated against based on their looks.”They paused at a street corner and waited for the traffic to thin enough for them to cross. Brian watched the patrons entering the restaurants in the vicinity. A construction crew, several office workers, and three well-dressed executives entered a small eatery in the center of the block. It didn’t look fancy, so the food must be good. Pam’s Clams. Myrna wasn’t watching the pedestrian traffic. She was watching him again. He liked it when she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He pretended he
Myrna leaned forward to gaze out the windshield. A gorgeous view of the Gulf of Mexico stretched as far as the eye could see. Tall palms punctuated the narrow strip of white sand beyond the grassy dunes. Rough waves sloshed against the shore as the storm clouds in the distance continued to march across the landscape. Brian had driven half an hour into the middle of nowhere, but their venture off the beaten path had been well worth it. Here, she could imagine they were the only two people on earth.“How did you know about this place?” Myrna asked.He smiled. Smugly. “I persuaded our waitress to disclose her secrets.”She couldn’t explain the pang of jealousy that pierced her chest. “Persuaded? Did it have anything to do with those amazing fingers of yours?”“Not telling.”She slapped his shoulder and then opened the door. He grabbed her and pulled her across his lap, wedging her between his body and the steering wheel. “I just asked her where I could find the most romantic beach in the
Brian’s shocked expression was quickly replaced by raucous laughter. He stopped walking and wrapped his arms around his belly as he continued to laugh. She thought he’d fall into the sand and start rolling back and forth at any moment.“What is so funny?”Brian wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. “Oh God. I needed that laugh.”He hugged her to his side, still chuckling sporadically.“I still don’t understand what’s so funny. Trey is gay, isn’t he? I mean he doesn’t really look or act the part, but…”Brian tugged her by the shoulders to face him and looked down at her. “Gay? No, not really. Trey is more of an equal opportunity lover. His brother is straighter than an arrow, however. And I think Jace would rather die than be with a man. Just picturing Jace Seymour and Darren Mills together struck me as hilarious.”Darren Mills? Why did that name sound familiar to her?Brian continued, “What I meant was Jace tried out for Dare’s band and they were going to hire him, but their original ba
“We’re lost,” Myrna said. “Pull over and I’ll get directions.”“We are not lost,” Brian said. “We’re in Tampa. That does not equal lost.”“But we’re not at the stadium and your show starts in an hour.”“I am aware of that.”“Then stop being so stubborn and pull into that gas station. I won’t tell them you’re lost. I’ll nonchalantly ask them how to get to the stadium.”“I’m not lost.” He released an exasperated breath and pulled into the gas station. “Just buy a map.” He handed her his wallet.She sighed. She guessed rock stars were still men. Was there a man in existence who would admit he was lost? She hurried into the store, not caring that her hair looked like she’d stuck her tongue in an electrical outlet. While she purchased the map, she asked the clerk for directions.Within minutes, she was back in the car with Brian. She handed him the map.He started to unfold it. “What street are we on?” He glanced around as if expecting to find an arrow labeled “you are here” nearby.“No id