Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar (2 page)

Chapter Two

Myrna slipped into a thick, red bathrobe and opened the door that lead to the main corridor of the tour bus. Naked, gorgeous, and
hard
, Brian followed her.

The bathroom was to her left.
When she tried to slide the door open, she found it locked.

“
Occupado,” Eric Sticks called from within.

“Hurry up. We have to get ready for the wedding,” Brian yelled, and pounded on the door with the heel of his hand.

“Almost finished,” Eric called back.

“He’s probably jerking it in there,” Brian said.

Myrna turned and wrapped her arms around her soon-to-be husband. She’d promised herself she’d never get married again. Not after her first marriage had ended so horribly. But now that her defenses had crumbled, she couldn’t wait to start her life with this wonderful man. After putting him off for so long and fighting his affections with an uncompromising—and in hindsight
ridiculous
—stubbornness, she felt she had a lot to make up to him. She wanted Brian to be happy. She wanted him to feel loved. Cherished. She’d never felt that way about her first husband. She had never wanted to put Jeremy’s happiness before her own. What she had with Brian was special. Perfect. Forever. She wished she had recognized it sooner.

Sliding her hands up the smooth skin of Brian’s back, she pressed a trail of kisses along his collarbone. “How many hours before I get to be Mrs. Sinclair?”

“We have to get a marriage license; that will probably take twenty minutes or so.” He burrowed his hands into her hair and tilted her head back to sample her lips with tender, sucking kisses. “After that? As soon as you’re ready.”

“I’d say immediately, but I want to look pretty for you.”

“You look damn fine in this robe, Professor.”

“And you look damn fine in nothing, Master Sinclair.”

The feel of his warm skin and firm muscles beneath her eager hands had her reconsidering her earlier decision to make him wait until that night. The Beast didn’t want to wait either; Brian’s cock rose hard and thick against her belly. She grabbed her fiancé’s ass with both hands to pull him closer. He produced a sound, half groan/half growl, that made her pussy throb with need.

“I’m going to wear a skirt and spend the entire day without any panties on,” she whispered in his ear.

“You can’t expect me to control myself knowing that.”

Her hand slid down the ridge of his hipbone. His thigh. Up the inside of his leg. She brushed the side of her hand over his balls, and he tensed.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to fuck you right here,” he said.

She repeated the motion. “Oh yeah?”

He pressed her up against the flimsy wall next to the bathroom door. His cock rubbed against the inside of her thigh, and she shuddered.
Yes, Brian, take me right here.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Sed grumbled from his bunk just past the bathroom door.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Myrna murmured.

Brian nuzzled her neck and ground his cock against her mound.

“Who can sleep with all the lovey, lovey, kissy, screw-me talk three feet from your head?” The usual smoothness of the singer’s baritone was uncommonly raspy this morning and his demeanor even grumpier than usual.

“Jace for one,” Brian said.

Myrna chuckled. Sinners’ young bassist did like his sleep.

Myrna peeked over Brian’s shoulder and found Jace unconscious in
the top bunk. His cute stubble-adorned face was squashed against the mattress. His bleached hair lay limp instead of poking out in its usual spikes.
Endearing
was the word Myrna would use to describe Jace Seymour. And kinky. Or so she gathered based on tidbits she’d heard from groupies and what she’d seen in his suitcase of carnal delights.

“I think he had a rough night,” Sed grumbled and cleared his throat with a wince. “He got in late and passed out in his bunk without even taking off his boots.”

Or removing his leather jacket, Myrna noted with a grin.

She snuggled closer to Brian with her chin resting on his shoulder as they waited for the bathroom. Around here, someone always seemed to be waiting for the bathroom.

“You guys should consider staying in a hotel when the bus is parked,” she said. “Aren’t there around a million hotel rooms in this city?”

She’d grown accustomed to the close quarters of the bus while touring with the band for her research project, but after sharing a bathroom with five guys, she deserved a trophy or a medal or something.

A pair of grass-green eyes peered at her from the bottom bunk across the way. She was glad to see Trey awake. She’d been worried about him. Some overzealous bouncer had cracked him in the back of the head with a ball bat the night before, but he looked better than Brian did this morning, so he must be all right. She smiled at him, but he didn’t return the smile. His gaze wasn’t focused on her. It was zeroed in on Brian’s bare ass. Trey’s tongue rubbed against his upper lip, and Myrna could only imagine where his thoughts had drifted. A seed of jealousy sprouted in her chest, and she ran her hands over Brian’s smooth ass cheeks. She grinned triumphantly when Brian’s ever-attentive cock jerked against her belly.

Brian was hers—every inch of him—and Trey damned well better not forget it.

Trey closed his eyes and rolled onto his opposite side, presenting his back to her.

The bathroom door slid open, and Eric emerged. “All finished!” he announced, as if he expected a smiley face sticker for his accomplishment.

Brian turned his head toward the bathroom and took a hesitant sniff. Apparently finding the place nontoxic, he tugged Myrna into the small room. The bathroom door slid shut, and Myrna’s robe landed on the floor an instant later.

“Alone at last.” Brian filled both hands with her breasts, massaging gently. His dark eyes were glassy with lust as he watched his thumbs brush against her stiff nipples. “You know the idea of making love to my
wife
is enough to push me beyond control. You don’t have to tease me all day to make me crazy.”

She grinned at him and hopped up onto the vanity. “Good, because I don’t want to wait all day. I want your wickedly fast fingers against me—
inside
me—right now.” She leaned back against the cold vanity mirror, bent her knees, and rested her feet on the countertop, opening herself wide to her lover. Her fiancée. Her soon-to-be husband. “Make me come, baby. Make my pussy beg you to fill it.”

“Can I taste you first?”

She didn’t respond, just grabbed two fistfuls of his shoulder-length black hair and tugged his head between her legs.

He inhaled deeply. “Oh fuck, baby. You smell like sex.”

His tongue slid inside her, and she watched him trace her opening. Around, around, around, until she had to close her eyes from overstimulation. He pressed two fingers inside her, and she strained against them, craving his big, thick cock already. His fingers pulled free to spread her juices over her throbbing clit.

“Oh!” she gasped.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and then rammed two fingers into her greedy body, thrusting them harder and harder as he suckled her clit with agonizing gentleness. She called out her pleasure, the sounds of her wet pussy and cries of excitement echoing off the walls of the tiny bathroom.

Brian pulled away and shifted his fingers to her clit, stroking her fast and hard.

“Watch yourself, baby. Watch.”

She forced her gaze down between her legs where Brian was working her trigger. He knew exactly how to make her explode. Watching his fingers move against her and thinking about the way those fingers looked when he played one of his guitar solos sent her over the edge. Her ass lifted off the vanity, and he moved his hand away so she could see her pussy pulse with release. Brian rubbed the head of his cock against her opening as her spasms of pleasure tried to grip him. Tug him in.

He slipped inside her easily, and she stared at the spot where their bodies were joined. The way his cock filled her made her breath catch. Her flesh ebbed and stretched with his deep, steady strokes. Brian gyrated his hips as they watched her folds strain to accommodate his girth.

Slowly, her pleasure built again. Oh, but he filled her so perfectly, rubbed her just right.

“Brian.” She needed the feel of his name on her lips almost as much as she needed the feel of his hard cock within her.

He lifted his head, and she met his gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies moved together over and over again. Emotions flooded her being, stealing her breath, making her eyes ache as tenderness overflowed.

“Brian?”

The physical connection, they’d always had that. But opening her heart to him made sex so much more than simple pleasure.

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you,” she said.

He cupped her face between his palms and kissed her softly. “I love you.” Buried balls deep, he stared into her eyes. “Are you really mine?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“About time you admitted it, Professor.” He grinned and pulled out. She gasped in protest, but was too late to pull him back to her.

“Let’s finish this in the shower,” he said. “I’m determined to marry you today one way or another, and we need to work on some multitasking or we’ll waste the entire day fucking in the tour bus bathroom.”

“I wouldn’t say we were
wasting
the day,” she said.

“I will marry you today, Myrna Evans. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said, smiling her brightest.

While he adjusted the temperature of the water, she hopped off the counter and moved up behind him to kiss his back with an open mouth and tongue and teeth. She rubbed her hands over his firm belly, his pecs,
his strong shoulders. He stepped into the shower and she followed, consumed by her insatiable hunger for this man. Finally admitting that she loved him hadn’t lessened her lust for him. If anything, it made it even more pronounced. How lucky was she to be in love and in lust with the same man?

He turned to face her, and her gaze lowered to his thick cock standing at proud attention between them. She wanted his cum in her mouth. Wanted it to pulse into the back of her throat. Wanted to swallow him whole.

She lowered herself to her knees, running her hands up his thighs. The warm water of the shower coursed between her splayed fingers and flowed down her arms. Brian tilted his head back into the flowing water the same instant she sucked his cock into her mouth.

“Ah,” he gasped.

She held the base of his shaft with one hand as she bobbed her head fast, sucked him hard, and cradled his heavy balls in her palm. She wanted to reward him for being so good to her. For loving her. She knew what he liked. She moved her free hand between her legs and slid her fingers into her silky depths, seeking slick juices to ease her penetration of her lover. When she’d collected enough of her own fluids on her fingertips, she lifted her hand between his legs. Her slippery fingers pressed against the opening to his ass, and he grunted before widening his legs. She slid two fingers inside him, gently thrusting in and out until he began to whimper. He knew what was coming. Knew how good she could make him feel. Trusted her with his body. It rocked her world that he let her do this for him.

She released his shaft to free her other hand and shifted it to his balls, drawing them forward and gently massaging them against the base of his cock in slow gentle circles. Inside his ass, the fingers of her other hand curled forward, and she rubbed against his gland. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to work a trigger. Brian started spurting immediately. His entire body shuddered as he cried out in bliss. His fluids pulsing into the back of her throat, Brian grabbed her head to slow its relentless bobbing as she sucked him off, but she refused to
lay off until he’d spent every last drop. He sagged against the shower wall, gulping for air and shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. Releasing his cock with a loud sucking pop, Myrna teased the opening at its tip with her tongue, still rubbing him inside to prolong his bliss.

Myrna loved how massaging his prostate made him shudder and quake. Loved how he allowed her to do any kinky thing she wanted to do to him. Loved how he made her feel sexy and appreciated. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives figuring out what other things they had in common, because it was blatantly obvious that they had the sex part figured out.

“God, baby,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but let me know what it was so I can do it repeatedly.”

“Did you like that? My fingers inside you?”

“You know I like it.”

“One of these days I’m going to strap on a dildo and fuck you in the ass.”

She pulled her fingers free of his body and climbed to her feet. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of dominating him—of fucking him—really turned her on. Maybe it was because Brian had never allowed Trey to take him.

She sighed. She wasn’t sure why she was so flipping jealous of the guy today. Maybe because Trey had loved Brian unconditionally for ages and she was just beginning to offer him the same devotion. Well, whatever the reason for that unwarranted emotion making
a reappearance this morning, she needed to get over it. She knew Brian didn’t have romantic feelings for Trey, no matter how much Trey wanted him to. If Brian hadn’t started loving the guy by now, he wasn’t about to do so anytime soon—or ever, if she had a say in the matter.