âHeâll get it out of his pants, but heâll pass out before he does anything with it,â Jace said.âHe wonât even find her room.â Trey entered his bet and polished off his beer in three gulps. He stuck the cherry sucker heâd rescued from Brian in his mouth.Brian shook his head. The company he kept. Sheezus!He concentrated on walking a straight line to the elevator and, once inside, pushed the button to the sixth floor. He leaned against the wall as the car rose, his stomach settling in his boots. What was her room number again? Six something teen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Fourteen? He should have written it down. His eyes drifted closed as he thought about the feel of Myrnaâs breath against his ear. Her soft voice played through his head.Six fifteen. He remembered now. He knew he wasnât at his best. Why had she picked him? What could she possibly find attractive about him at the moment? Not that he was complaining. He just didnât get it. And sheâd been sitting next to Sed. The guy drew chick
Moist heat trailed up the side of Myrnaâs neck. She sighed, more asleep than awake. A gentle suction just under her ear drew a shudder from her body. She gave herself over to the feel of his mouth against her skin and the warm strength of his hard body behind her. The backs of his fingers brushed over the bare skin just beneath her navel. Her body tensed with need. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing curls of hair as he sought her clit. She was so hot and swollen. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly? His fingers stroked her with the speed, pressure, and rhythm required to bring her to orgasm in seconds.âOh God!â she cried as her body convulsed with release. Sheâd never climaxed so quickly in her life.She turned her head to seek his mouth with hers. She reached for him, her hand finding the warm skin of his arm. Heâd removed his shirt while sheâd been sleeping. A little more exploring found he still wore his jeans. Damn.He kissed her, and then sh
âOh God,â she groaned. He was good at this, too?Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pussy throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful cock pounding her fast and hard. She couldnât take any more. She had to have him.She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. âTake me, Brian,â she said. âNow.ââNot yet.âIf demands didnât work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. âPlease. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.âHis fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. âYou want me inhere?âShe shifted her hips, willing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fill that aching emptiness.He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. âYouâre dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since youâve been fucked properly?âShe wasnât sure if sheâd ever been fucked properly. She knew sheâd never been this turned on in her life. âYouâre cruel.
Walking through a hotel in nothing but a bathrobe and panties⊠Only Brian Sinclair could talk Myrna into doing something that bold. Heâd actually tried to convince her to go naked, but sheâd reminded him that her stuffed-shirt colleagues would likely be roaming the halls at this hour. She and Brian took the elevator to the top floor. While the car rose, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.âIâm sorry to make you miss your conference.ââNo, you arenât.â And she wasnât either.He grinned deviously. âYouâre right. Iâm not.ââAt least I donât have to present a session today. How would I look walking up on stage bowlegged and limping?ââYouâd look sexy,â he said. âEspecially since Iâd know why you were walking funny.â He tapped her nose with his fingertip.She tried to ignore the little thrill of happiness that fluttered through her heart. She was glad theyâd be saying their good-byes tonight. The last thing she needed in her life was a distraction as monumental as
He stared her down until she had to look away. And he thought Brian was intense? Jeez!âLeave her alone, Trey,â Jace said.âAm I wrong?â Trey said over his shoulder.âNo, but thatâs not her fault.âTrey looked at her again. He sighed. âIâm sorry. Itâs none of my business.ââHeâs lucky to have someone who cares so much about him.âTrey cocked an eyebrow at her and laughed. âYeah, I guess. One or the other of us always has our nose in his business. Just forget I said anything.âTrey finished scribing the last few lines of music. Myrna closed her robe and tied it with the sash. She sat in one of the dining chairs and listened to Jace play, her foot tapping in time. Trey spread the score sheets across the table and started playing again, pausing every few measures to add a second set of rapid notesabove Brianâs sustained notes. Treyâs signature shred complimented Brianâs wail. Itâs what made them sound so good when they played together. Moments later Brian returned, picked up his guitar
âI donât think anyone intends to break hearts.â He paused. âWell, Sed, maybe. Iâd just like a few minutes with something a little more permanent than a fucking tour bus, you know?ââI understand, butâââEven if Iâm just pretending.ââBrian, if Iâm not careful, the person who is going to get their heart broken is me.ââWe could always try to make something out of this.ââItâs just not posââ He covered her mouth with one hand.âOkay, donât say it. Just let me pretend then.â He kissed her temple and moved his hand from her mouth to her breast. âIâll get really drunk tomorrow to try to forget you.ââBrian.ââIâm kidding. If you want no strings, no strings youâll get.âShe didnât know if she believed him, but she felt a measure of relief. Her career was complicated enough. She didnât have time for a serious relationship. Especially a long distance one that had no chance of success. And afterJeremy⊠She forced thoughts of her ex-husband out of her mind.Brian lifted her from her comfortabl
Myrna watched Eric tuck his slack cock into his pants and button his fly. He sat in the water in his jeans and beckoned her closer. She didnât trust him and, now that she was no longer delirious with pleasure, she was embarrassed that heâd seen her with Brian. She covered her breasts with her hands and sank deeper into the water.âI can wash it out,â she said, avoiding his self-satisfied grin by focusing on the edge of the tub.The sound of Brianâs guitar throbbed through the wall. Wow. This solo rocked more than the last one heâd composed while in her company.âIâm not going to molest you, Myrna.â Eric chuckled. âUnless you want me to.âShe knew heâd just watched her get fucked, suck cock, and ram her fingers up his friendâs ass, but she couldnât relax.âIâll just wash your hair. I promise. Besides, Iâm not even horny anymore. Youâre perfectly safe.âShe did like to have her hair washed. A simple, soothing pleasure. One of her favorite luxuries. But Eric? She wasnât sure she wanted h
âTrey has a point,â he said.He pulled out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her cunt, her ass, her cunt again with his tongue. She couldnât keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her clit, she cried out with release. âGod, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!â Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.âWhat are you doing to her?â someone called from the other room.âHeâs eating,â Myrna yelled. âDonât bother him.âThere was a smattering of laughter from beyond the dining room. Brian stood up and smiled down at her crookedly. His lips were wet and swollen. She rose up to kiss him. The taste of her fluids on his lips made her belly quiver. She grabbed his cock and guided it inside her body, shifting forward to force him deeper.
âI believe you. Iâm sorry I left the way I did. I had a lot of time to think between Omaha and Wichita.ââAbout us?ââThat and some other stuff.ââLike what?ââIâve been thinkinâ about safety issues and helmets and all that since Ryan died. And then after what happened to Dirk, I realized I wanna do more than talk about it; I wanna act on it. Itâs a murky idea right now, but I have an opportunity to make a difference and Iâm going to take it.â He kissed her just because he could, because she was here with him, where she belonged. âEnough about that. Tell me how long you were in LA, because Hollywood, I was headed there first thing in the morning.ââA couple of hours after you left, I got a casting call for a new sitcom and flew back to LA. I should come clean and let you know that my agent called me three times over the course of our road trip, after sheâd lined up auditions. And every time I declined to go back to LA to audition. I didnât know what it meant at the time, besides I didn
Ava gave Hannah an arch look. âBesides I know how damn good the man looks in chaps?ââSmartass. But really, whatâs the point after Chaseâs meltdown last night?âHer heart seized, thinking about how Chase had lost it on live TV. Sheâd wanted to jump through the screen and drag him off to comfort him. Assure him that not every wreck would have the same outcome as Ryanâs. Assure him sheâd be there for him no matter what.âI know you can hear me, Ava, so stop ignoringâââSsh⊠Theyâre giving the injury report on Dirk.âThe camera cut to an interview with the head of the sports medicine team. When he finished detailing the bull riderâs injuries, the announcer asked his opinion on Chase McKayâs comments about mandatory safety helmets. The doctor looked directly into the camera and said, âHelmets save lives. Period.âThe camera returned to the main announcers. Their on-air banter circled to rider standings on tour and current matchups with bulls for the final round. When the list of the fifte
âAfter a few years, we started having you boys and⊠Well, my life was busy. Good. Happy. But I never forgot about that sweet baby boy I held in my arms for one short hour. Not a single day went by that I didnât wonder about him. Pray his life was good. Pray he was loved.â*****Gavinâs eyes were on the shot glass he rolled between his fingers.âSo I was shocked when your Aunt Kimi confronted me after your grandpa Jed died. She said one night Jed was loopy on pain meds and he told her that my father told him that I was pregnant. My father bragged to Jed Iâd rather give the baby up than have it raised in a godless home as a McKay. Which was a total lie, but Jed mustâve believed it. After Kimi told me that, I finally understood why Jed never liked me and why he refused to live with us.ââAunt Kimi never told Uncle Cal?â Chase asked.âNo. But she told your Aunt Carolyn.âGavin said nothing.âWhen did you tell Dad?â Ben asked gently.âRight after Quinn and Libby got back together.â She loo
Quinn? Yes.Ben? Yes.His folks? Absolutely.And probably any other McKay relation he called.They were just that way. They might fight like cats and dogs, but when it came down to it, family was everything. And he would do everything to reclaim his place in his family.âChase?ââIâm here. Just figuring the logistics. If I leave now, I can be there by noon tomorrow. Is that early enough?ââYouâre really not gonna compete in the final round and youâre coming home?â Ben said with total shock.âHard to believe, but yeah. Iâve realized there are more important things than those eight seconds I spend on the back of a bull. I ainât gonna be the one who lets Mom and Dad down.âBen was very quiet.âWhat?ââYou have changed. Iâm looking forward to seeinâ you. Drive safe.âImmediately after Chase hung up he called Elroy.âYouâd better not be calling me to bail you outta jail, McKay,â Elroy barked.âGood morning to you too, sunshine. Iâll keep this brief. I have a family emergency in Wyoming and
âMe.ââAnd who are you?âGavin took a deep breath. âI believe Iâm your son.â****The crowd roared behind him, ready to party at the PBR on a Saturday night.Chase braced himself. The PBRâs newest female reporter, a fiery redhead named Lissa, stuck the microphone in his face as soon as he cleared the contestant gate. Heâd been expecting it since heâd avoided an on camera interview last night. To ensure his cooperation, the cameraman blocked him in. Bastard.âWeâre here with Chase McKay after that amazing ninety-one point ride on Devilâs Due. Congratulations, Chase, thatâs gotta feel good to be back on top.âHe focused on the woman and not the camera. âIt does. Especially after an extended break and such a poor showing in Dallas.ââTell us about the ride.ââWell, Devilâs Due is an ornery little cuss and highly unpredictable, so I wasnât sure if heâd go into spin mode tonight or hopscotch around. Luckily I was able to stay with him no matter what he did.ââSo the past few weeks youâve b
âOkay. Thanks.ââAnd if that doesnât work? Go with plan B.âHer mother, businesswoman extraordinaire, always had a backup plan. âAnd what is that?ââTrack him down, tie him up and force him to listen to reason. It helps if youâre naked. And holding beer.ââAh, Mom. I donât think that will work.ââIt sure did with your dad. Good luck, sweetie, keep in touch.âAva packed her bag and booked a commercial flight to LA.âWhy am I so nervous?â Ava asked Hannah, two days later.âIâll tell you what I think after the audition.â Hannah straightened Avaâs miniskirt for the third time.âThatâs not helping my nerves.â She tried not to think that Chase would know exactly what to say to her to calm her down. The door to the conference room opened and a long-legged blond strolled out. âWeâre ready for you, Miss Cooper.âAva squeezed Hannahâs hand and followed Corporate Casting Barbie into the conference room. Well, at least this production company didnât have the clichĂ©d casting couch. Ava chose the c
âNo. And hereâs fair warning: that is not a topic of discussion. With you. Or anyone else.ââNever thought Iâd be happy to hear you say âno commentâ and mean it. Warms the cockles of my cold PR heart, McKay.ââYouâre a riot. What else?ââThe PBR is picking up your transportation expenses. Youâre in New York now?ââYeah.ââI canât get you to Wichita directlyâââBook me into Omaha. I left my truck there. Iâll drive to Wichita.ââDone. What day you wanna leave?ââToday. As soon as possible.âAva stared at him with shock.âThe event isnât for another couple days.ââIâm aware of that. But there are other things I need to take care of first.âElroy sighed. âFine. Contact me when you get to Kansas. And I donât gotta remind you no press unless youâre escorted by a PBR media liaison.ââI get it. Iâll keep in touch.ââGood.â Elroy hung up.Chase returned to the bedroom and picked up his bag.âYouâre leaving? Just like that?ââYep.ââNo discussion. No yelling, no hashing it out?ââWhat is there
Evidently he hadnât realized sheâd set up a goddamn camera in their room either.He hit the pause button, his head spinning, his gut churning, his thoughts focused on one awful thing.Betrayal.Yes, he knew sheâd been taping all the fucking time, but he had no idea sheâd been making a goddamned movie. The whole time they were together. To think heâd invited her to share his experiences on the road. He froze. Wait a second. He hadnât invited her. Sheâd invited herself. Offering a convincing argument about wanting to see real life outside her poor, privileged upbringing.But Chase sure as hell hadnât encouraged her to creep around, sticking that camera in everyoneâs face. Capturing their private moments. Having no shame in using them for her own gain. For a woman who claimed to hate the intrusion of paparazzi, sheâd become damn good at acting like one of them. Sheâd promised him she wouldnât show her home movies to anyone.A new thought chilled his blood. Did Ava have footage of Ryanâs
âSo Iâll think of you whenever I wear it.â Like Iâll ever stop thinking of you. Ava tried really hard not to cry, but a couple of tears slipped free. The last man whoâd given her jewelry had been her grandfather.âAva?â Chase tipped her face up. âAh, hell. Donât cry. I told you that you can take it back.âShe made a sound half-laugh, half-sob. âNo way am I taking it back, McKay. Itâs beautiful. Perfect. I love it. Thank you.âThe guardedness in his eyes vanished. âYouâre welcome.âChase paced in the hotel room, glaring at his phone. He hadnât minded that the fucker hadnât worked at all yesterday, since he and Ava had spent the whole day in their room, most of it in bed after theyâd returned early in the morning from the penthouse.Dammit. He needed to access his email. Nothing was showing up on his phone. And heâd been in such a hurry to get away from the sorrow in Nebraska heâd accidentally left his laptop in his truck at the Omaha airport.His gaze landed on Avaâs computer on the de