The bus lurched to a sudden halt, sending empty beer cans scuttling over Myrna’s sandals. Something thick and gooey spilled from one of the cans and trickled between her toes. She retched and jumped from the bench, slipping with her first step and sticking to the floor on her second. She’d had enough! She stomped over to where the guys sat perched on a pile of dirty clothes playing a video game in the living area. There was a sofa under that mountain of filth somewhere.Myrna planted her fists on her hips and glanced from one band member to the next. “All right, guys. Some things need to change around here.”Four pairs of eyes turned toward Brian. Control your chick, they seemed to say.She pointed to her foot. “Would someone like to tell me what just dripped out of a beer can onto my foot?”“A loogie?” Trey guessed.“As in phlegm?” Myra sputtered. “Oh. My. God.”Brian tossed her a dirty shirt, which smelled like ass, and she used it to wipe the slimy mess off her foot. It wouldn’t su
Brian smiled slightly, but didn’t look at Myrna when he said, “Don’t we all?”They didn’t lose their tail as they wound through the aisles, but Kevin was a little less obvious about following them. He watched them from one aisle over.The store had an excellent butcher who produced choice cuts of fresh meat. “We’ll have to clean out the freezer when we get back,” Myrna said. “I can’t pass up this meat.”“The freezer is highly toxic,” Trey said. “Can’t we just throw out the whole refrigerator and get a new one?”“Yeah, let’s do that,” Jace agreed. He was tossing T-bones into the cart as if they were having a buy-one-get-ten-free steak sale.“Sheesh, Jace, are you hungry?” Myrna asked.“There are fourteen of us.”“Good point. Get ground beef. I’ll make chili.”“Do you really want to be trapped on a tour bus with a bunch of guys who’ve consumed large quantities of chili beans?” Brian asked.Myrna laughed. “Another good point. Okay, I’ll make lasagna instead. Tomorrow.”“Now you’re talkin
Myrna shook her head at Brian. “We’ve been through this a hundred times. I’m not staying in L.A. with you.”“You can get your work done while we’re rehearsing and in the recording studio,” he said. “And we have a music video shoot in a couple of days. You can use that entire day to work.”Lounging on his back in one of the curtained bunks, Brian trailed his fingers lightly over her bare shoulder, tracing the spaghetti strap of her satin nightgown. She lay on his belly, her folded arms on his chest and her chin resting on her interlaced fingers. She stared up at his face, which was mostly concealed in shadows, contemplating her options. He’d been wearing her down for almost a week, and as much as she wanted to have fun with him, she knew she had to use this opportunity to get caught up on her work.“You know if I stay, I’ll want to watch everything you do. You’re too much of a distraction. Besides, it’s only a week. It won’t kill us to be apart for seven days.”“We’ve been together alm
Why was she so nervous? They were just parents. Yes, one of them was Malcolm O’Neil, but that shouldn’t make her tummy flutter or her palms sweat.“Are you okay?” Brian asked.“Fine,” she squeaked.“Don’t be nervous. They’ll love you.”The mood backstage was more sedate than usual, with scarcely a scantily clad woman to be found. Brian opened the dressing room door and ushered Myrna inside. The instant Brian stepped into the room, a stunning woman grabbed him in a crushing hug and kissed him square on the mouth.“Excuse me,” Myrna said crossly.“Mom,” Brian gasped. “Can’t breathe.”“I don’t see you for two months and you greet me with ‘can’t breathe’?”He gave his mom a hug that lifted her feet off the ground. She laughed.“Put your mother down,” a deep voice said behind Myrna.She turned and looked up at Malcolm O’Neil. Her heart did a somersault in her chest. She’d been afraid of this. She gaped up at him like a fish out of water —her throat trying to produce sounds, her mouth openi
“Just because you’re popular doesn’t mean you’re talented,” Malcolm said, scowling.If Myrna had a cotton swab, she would have cleaned out her ears. He didn’t really just say that, did he? Eric’s fingers gripped the back of her jacket. Was he trying to keep her from jumping Brian’s father and kicking the shit out of him? Probably a good move on Eric’s part.“They just don’t make music like they used to,” Malcolm added.“Thank God,” Myrna grumbled.“I mean Sed doesn’t even sing,” Malcolm said. “He just screams and growls.”Eric’s fingers gripped Myrna’s jacket even tighter.“And Brian solos constantly,” Malcolm continued, the furrow in his brow deepening. “He wouldn’t know a good riff if it bit him in the ass.”“Malcolm…” Claire said in warning, but she was grinning to herself in agreement.“And why in the hell do you need three bass drums, Sticks?” Malcolm asked. “You only have two feet. And fourteen cymbals? I mean really. What’s the point?”“Different sounds,” Eric said quietly.“Yo
Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the teeth.She shrugged. “Well, if you can’t…”He grunted, the arms crossed over his chest tightening until his biceps strained the sleeves of his T-shirt. “There’s a difference between can’t and won’t.”“The outcome is the same.”The band started the next song. Myrna watched with her usual enthusiasm, pretending to ignore Malcolm, who tapped his toe occasionally and shifted his hands into his pockets during Brian’s solo. This might be easier than she thought. He wanted to be up there with Brian. She knew he did. So why was he holding back? And why did he find it necessary to belittle not only Brian, but his entire band?The majority of the crowd was a mosh pit—bodies ricocheting off each other in chaos. When the song ended, the audience surged toward the barrier as individuals tried to situate themselves closer to the stage.“Wild crowd tonight,” Myrna commented. “Ever had a crowd like this one?”Malcolm snorted. “Ever heard of Woodstock?”“Oh
Myrna waited for Brian to unlock the front door of his apartment. She didn’t know what to expect when he pushed the door open, but a large, tastefully decorated foyer and expansive, clean, and comfortable living area would not have been her first guess.“What do you think?” he asked, looking at her with that approval-please expression she’d come to recognize.“It’s great, Brian.” She kissed his jaw and crossed the threshold. “I love it. Did you decorate it yourself?”He laughed. “No. Sed had a thing with an interior decorator for a while. She maxed out his credit card, but we got great digs at his expense. If you think this is nice, you should see his place. It’s amazing.”Myrna set her purse on a marble-topped, cherry table next to the front door and ventured further inside. Brian dropped their suitcases inside the door and locked it behind him. The furniture was heavy and inviting. Neat and masculine. Dark woods contrasted with sage green, taupe, and ivory upholstery. Matching pillo
Trey looked over at Brian, who was lounging on his side with his head propped up on his hand watching them.“Dude, I can’t help it,” Trey said. “It has a mind of its own.”“Hey, it’s completely understandable,” Brian said calmly. He wrapped his free hand around his own stiff cock. “I’m hard as a rock just watching her molest you.”Watching her be naughty turned Brian on? How would he react if she sucked Trey’s cock?She slid down Trey’s body until the visual evidence of his excitement was at eye level. His shaft was uncommonly long, but lean. She wasn’t sure if she could swallow him, but she was willing to try.“W-wait, Myrna,” Trey gasped.She took him into her mouth, deep into the back of her throat. She swallowed. Trey groaned. She sucked him gently, paying attention to his reactions to determine how he liked to be pleasured. Brian placed a hand on her forehead and eased her back off Trey’s cock until he fell free of her mouth. Trey sucked abreath through his teeth.She looked up