Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar (50 page)

Sneak Peek of Sinners in Paradise

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For Brian, there was only one thing in the world more wonderful than waking up with his cock in the mouth of a skilled lover and that
was knowing this
amazing
morning wakeup-call was being delivered by his spectacular wife, Myrna.

“Well good morning to you too,” he said, lifting his head from the pillow to watch her work her magic.

Since her mouth was otherwise occupied, she smiled a greeting with her pretty hazel eyes. She took him deep into the back of her throat and increased her suction as she pulled back.

His belly tightened in an involuntary spasm of delight and he dropped his head back on the pillow wondering what he’d done to deserve this fantastic alarm clock.

Myrna bobbed her head until he was so hard he could have used his dick as jack-hammer and then she pulled back until his cock popped out of her mouth. He watched her in silent awe as she crawled up his body to straddle his hips.

“
I just took my temperature. It’s optimal,” she explained and reached between her legs to press his cockhead into her slick opening. His flesh rippled with pleasure as her tight pussy swallowed him inch by glorious inch.

Myrna wanted a baby almost as much as he did, and though they’d been trying for months, so far they hadn’t found success. She had recently resorted to taking her temperature near the middle of her cycle hoping to find her fertile time. She’d switched from a romantic approach to a more scientific one when fucking like rabbits anytime they were in the same room together hadn’t produced the desired results.

“I should be on top,” he said, “so gravity isn’t working against us.”

She pursed her lips together and nodded, blinking against the sudden flood of tears in her eyes.
He understood her upset. It did seem like more than gravity was working against them.

Brian
sat up and wrapped both arms around her. “Don’t cry, baby. It will happen.”

“How can it happen when you’re always on the road?” she said and snuggled her face into his neck.

She clung to him as if afraid he was about to desert her. Again. He knew most of their problem was that the current tour with his band kept them apart so frequently.

“I’m not on the road now,” he said.

“Only because the tour bus was ripped in half.”

“Maybe your ovaries planned it that way,” he said and rolled her onto her back. He was hoping to bring a smile to her face, but she just scowled at him.

“Don’t joke about the crash. I thought we were all going to die.”

He kissed her deeply and began to rock his hips, willing memories of that horrible experience to leave her mind and his. When she relaxed beneath him and began to explore his back with gentle fingertips, he churned his hips to give her more pleasure. He knew he could give her pleasure. He just wasn’t sure if he’d ever give her the baby
she wanted so badly.

Myrna moaned softly, grinding against him as her pleasure built. He lifted onto his elbows, so he could watch her as he plunged into her, receded, plunged into her again. He would never tire of looking at her face or its countless expressions—her joy, her anxiety, her passion, her fear, her sorrow, her anger and tenderness and wonder and love. He cherished every nuance of her beautiful face and doubted he’d ever grow tired of watching her—not even when they were both old and wrinkled like a couple of enamored raisins.

“I love you,” he whispered when the emotion became too raw to hold inside any longer.

She smiled up at him and lifted a hand to touch his beard-
stubbled jaw. “I love you too, Brian.”

They deserved to have the ultimate expression of their love. They deserved to have a baby. So why was making one so fucking difficult for them?

He made love to her slowly, filling her deeply, waiting for her to find her peak. He followed her in orgasm, making sure he was planted firmly against the entrance of her womb as he found release inside her. He withdrew slowly, trying not to disrupt what he’d left behind and then rested his head on her chest as he slowly regained his breath. She ran her fingers through his hair while he prayed that they’d made it happen this time. Please God, let her be happy. Let her have a baby. My baby. Please.

“Let’s go away somewhere,” she said after a moment.
“Just the two of us. We never got to have a real honeymoon after our wedding and Jerry said it will be weeks before you’re able to get back on tour.”

That sounded like a great idea to him. “Where would you like to go?”

“I’ll go anywhere as long as I’m with you,” she said. “Except Canada. Canada doesn’t seem to like me much.”

The bus accident had occurred in Canada, and they both knew it had nothing to do with a place
liking
anyone, but he understood her hesitation in wanting to return there so soon after tragedy had struck the family of their little metal band.

“I’ll call a travel agent,” he said. “Are you hungry?” He bent his head and kissed her flat belly. He wondered what she’d look like with his baby growing inside her.

“A little. Are you?”

“Starving,” he said.

“I’ll get up and make you breakfast.”

He pressed her firmly into the mattress. “You stay here and incubate,” he said. “I’ll bring you something.”

“I appreciate that,” she said, her eyes growing moist again. Damn she was emotional while trying. He couldn’t even imagine how emotional she’d be once she actually got pregnant. He wouldn’t mind being there for her though. He was more than happy to make midnight runs for pickles and ice cream to keep a smile on her face.

“No problem,” he said and kissed her pouty pink lips. “It’s the least I can do after that wonderful wake-up you gifted me with this morning.”

“When my ovaries say it’s time, it’s fucking time,” she said with a laugh.

“We have at least twelve more hours to take advantage of their cooperation
,” he said.

“Better make that breakfast a large one,” she said and patted his ass. “I think we’re
going to need our stamina.”

Acknowledgements

Special thanks to my beta readers Cyndi McGowen, Wendy Christy and Jill Anderson for helping me make this the best book possible. And to my patient and talented editor, Beth Hill. One day I will learn how to use a comma properly. Or should that be: One day, I will learn how to use a comma properly. Consider my punctuation weaknesses, your job security.

Much love to my
fans and readers, who bring a smile to my face every day with their love and enthusiasm for a fake rock band. If Sinners were real, I believe they’d need more condoms and tighter security.

And extra thanks to my family and friends, because they’re the ones who have to listen to me bitch when the muse isn’t cooperating or when I’m on my fifth edit and I’m convinced that every word I’ve ever written sucks. I appreciate you all.

A
bout the Author

Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock 'n roll, Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered
around rock musicians. Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She's been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction—first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own. She’s going to have to buy a new snow shovel because soon she’s moving from the warm beaches of Galveston, Texas to her hometown in western Illinois. Sometimes family trumps geography. But no matter where her itchy feet take her, she’ll continue to write about the rock stars that exist in her head. And her heart.