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
“We’re being tender, Brian, remember?”“That’s not tender?”“Tenderness doesn’t involve your cock at all and especially not wrapping my hair around it.”His eyes flipped open. “You’re kidding!”She covered his lips with her fingers. “Shhh. Close your eyes.”He hesitated for a moment and then obeyed.“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” she whispered. “Kiss every inch.”He grabbed his half-hard cock and stroked it from base to tip. “All ten? Give me a minute. He’s not quite ready yet.”She laughed. “Now who’s making jokes?”He winked at her. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”Her feather light touches began with his left hand. The bruises had faded and the swelling had gone down, but she would never forget that terrifying wait for his X-ray results. She’d been convinced that he’d never play guitar again and it would have been all her fault.She trailed her fingers over the palm of his hand, the thick calluses on his fingertips, and back to his palm. His fingers curled involuntarily.Involving he
Jessica was the happiest woman on the planet. Life could not have been more perfect. She snuck up behind Sed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his ear. “Hey, baby, guess what?”“What?” he said absently.She peeked around his shoulder to find him scowling at a stack of invoices.“I got in!”His scowl deepened in confusion. “You got in? Got in what?”She pulled the acceptance letter from her back pocket and snapped it open in front of him. This would wipe the scowl from his gorgeous face.While he read, she gazed at her recently acquired engagement ring. After all her hard work in school, her dreams were finally becoming a reality. Having a hunky rising-star rock vocalist as her fiancé was the frosting on her Pop Tart.“Law school?” His deep voice rumbled through his back against her chest.“Yeah. Isn’t it great? I’m so excited. We have to go out and celebrate.” She kissed his temple and squeezed him. “I’ll go put on a skirt. We’ll go sightseeing. I want you to make love to
Jessica shoveled another spoon of ice cream into her mouth, feeling marginally better with each gulp. “That guy is sleazy. All he does is stare at my br**sts.”“Everyone stares at your br**sts, Jess.”“I’m also the only student he knows by name.”“You really don’t get it, do you?”“Get what?”“You’re gorgeous. You have guys falling all over themselves to be with you, yet you turn them all down. And how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”“You know I haven’t since—”“You dumped that stupid prick you were engaged to.”Jessica nodded. She didn’t understand why Sed still plagued her.“Are you ever going to get over him?”“I am over him.” She hated his f**king guts. Mostly because she missed him so much.“Whatever, sweetie. Just who do you think wiped your tears every night for six months?”“But I don’t cry over him anymore.”Beth gave her a pitying look. “I know. I’m sorry I brought him up.” She slurped ice cream from her spoon. “Did you find a job yet?”“No.” Which worried her. All t