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
Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’ll put it in when I’m good and ready,” he said. Which was apparently that moment. He eased into her body. Heat flooded her core.“Oh,” she whimpered. She experienced no painful burning sensation as he slid deep into her ass. Paused. Pushed deeper. He gave her time to adjust, pressing forward a little at a time. Even when she’d accepted every inch of him and he rotated his hips to open her wider, it didn’t hurt at all. Trey’s cock wasn’t as thick as Brian’s and he obviously had a lot of practice in this technique. His angle of penetration was perfection. She rocked back against him with a groan.“Do you like that?” Brian asked.She expected him to start taking notes or something.Trey pulled back and she shuddered. He took her deep again. Dear God, yes. His thrusts became rhythmic, the heavy ribs on the condom further stimulating her throbbing flesh.“Yeah,” she gasped. “He’s good at it. Oh.”“That’s because he’s been done that way himself.” Brian c
She did exactly as Brian instructed. Trey groaned in protest. Within a minute, Trey was rocking on the balls of his feet, just like he did when the music overtook him on stage.Brian laughed. “Tell her what you want, Trey.”“Suck me,” he growled between clenched teeth. “Please.”She glanced down at Brian for instructions and he shook his head.“Put two fingers in his ass and do that thing you do to me sometimes.”“What thing?” Trey asked suspiciously.She grinned. “You’re very generous with your friends, sweetheart,” she murmured.She slid her index and middle fingers into Brian’s mouth to wet them and then reached between Trey’s legs and shoved them inside his body.Trey gasped brokenly. “Oh yeah. You know I like that.”She searched inside him until she found her target and stroked the swollen gland persistently. Trey grabbed her hair in both fists and directed his cock into her mouth. His cries of ecstasy encouraged her to suck him hard while she continued to stimulate him with her
Myrna set her stack of data on the coffee table between her laptop and cup of chamomile tea and answered her cell phone. Didn’t he realize it was 11 o’clock at night in her time zone? “Hello?” “I miss you,” Brian murmured. “Did I wake you?” She smiled. She missed him, too, but had been getting a lot of work done since she’d returned home. She was almost caught up. Her guilt trip for abandoning her work to enjoy Brian was starting to wane. Just a little. Maybe she could return to him sooner than she’d imagined. “No, I’m still working. How did the music video shoot go today?” “I’m in all of five shots. Sed’s a total camera hog. The rest of us were bored.” She heard the slur in his voice. “And so you drank all day,” she guessed. “We were bored.” “I’m going to let you go.” “Why?” “Because I’m working.” And I can’t stand the sound of your voice when you’re drunk. “Is that really why?” “Call me back tomorrow,” she said. “When you’re sober.” “Myrna?” She hung up. She sighed and
Brian was still groggy from the long flight, but he didn’t think he was hallucinating. There was something intimate between Myrna and this guy who had his hand wrapped around her arm.The tall man turned and his eyes widened. “This has to be a joke, Myrna. Your new boyfriend is a thug?”“He’s not a thug,” she whispered. “He’s perfect.”“Am I interrupting something?” Brian asked, his brows raised in question.Myrna’s hands clenched into fists. Her entire body was shaking. He could see it from halfway across the room. Something wasn’t right here. Who was this guy? And why was he touching Myrna with such familiarity? Had she actually been in such a hurry to return to Kansas City so she could rendezvous with some secret lover of hers? She’d known he was on his way. Surely she wasn’t stupid enough to get caught this easily.“You can leave, thug. My wife and I are getting back together.” The man wrapped an arm around Myrna’s shoulders and tucked her against his side. His lips brushed her te
Myrna didn’t understand what was happening. Why was she being pulled from Brian’s steady and comforting embrace? Why were two police officers wrestling Brian to the floor and handcuffing him? Why had they let Jeremy walk casually out of the apartment?“What is going on?” she screamed.“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ve got him,” one of the police officers said, and then he started to recite Miranda rights to Brian.“Why are you arresting my boyfriend?”The two cops looked at her in confusion.“I’m not the guy you’re looking for,” Brian said, still face-down on the floor. “You let him get away.”The officers looked at Myrna as if they didn’t believe what Brian was saying and needed her verification to proceed.“That’s Brian Sinclair, not Jeremy Condaroy,” Myrna said. “Jeremy is a tall, prudish, blond man.”“Shit!” said one of the officers and he took off out of the apartment and down the corridor. “Freeze,” he yelled, his footsteps carrying down the hall. “I said freeze. I’m going to taser you i
Myrna entered more numbers into the spreadsheet on her computer. Her survey gave consistent, reliable data and showed two strong behavioral trends among the groupies. She had no doubt that this research was going to save her entire career. And if it didn’t, it wasn’t the end of the world. She’d started working on a proposal for a nonfiction book guaranteed to be a bestseller.“I hope you’re smiling like that because you’re thinking about me,” Brian said.She glanced up from the computer screen. She hadn’t heard him enter the bus. He kissed her cheek and slid into the booth across from her.Her smile brightened. “I’m always thinking about you.”There was a clatter near the front of the bus as Trey entered. “Myrna,” he said, “look what I’ve got.”“Cherry suckers?” she guessed.“Fresh shrimp. One of the roadies bought them. Will you make some shrimp scampi?” He set the bag on the table and gave her his puppy dog look. The one he knew she couldn’t resist. “Pwease.”She smiled at him and n