[English] BACKSTAGE PASS (Vượt Qua Qua Khứ)

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The pyrotechnics display impressed Myrna with its perfect synchronicity to the song. The crew had outdone themselves for the live recording.

“Show offs,” Malcolm grumbled.

Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the shins.

As the song’s solo approached, Brian worked his way down from the platform behind the drums toward the circular outset at center stage. Sed moved back and Brian took his place. During his solo, a ring of fire surrounded his feet. As if he were playing for the devil himself, the flames licked higher and higher as the music built, until she could only see his silhouette. Myrna’s heart squeezed with anxiety. Being surrounded by al those flames must be hot, and if something went wrong…

But the fire died at the end of the solo and Brian stepped back onto the main stage unharmed.

“Wasn’t that cool, baby?” Claire shouted.

Malcolm shrugged.

Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the ass.

When the song ended, the crowd yel ed their approval.

“Good evening, Los Angeles!” Sed screamed into the mic. “Are you ready to rock?” He held the mic out toward the crowd. When they weren’t loud enough to satisfy him, he screamed, “I said, are you ready to mother f**kin’ rock?” He punctuated his final words with exaggerated nods of his head and thrust his microphone toward the audience. The crowd responded with greater enthusiasm. Claire cringed. “Does he have to cuss like that?”

“Smal vocabulary,” Malcolm commented, grinning to himself.

Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the stomach.

Sed continued on stage, “The hometown crowd looks beautiful from where I stand. What do you think, Jace?” He grabbed Jace in a headlock and pul ed him to the front of the stage.

“Craziest f**kers on the planet,” Jace said quietly into Sed’s microphone.

Myrna grinned. He was so damn cute. Some girl in the audience yel ed, “I love you, Jace!”

Myrna could see the blush spread up his face from where she stood. “I love you, too.”

“Oh hel , no,” Sed growled. “I don’t get any love?” He spread his arms wide, inviting adulation. Thousands of women professed their love for Sed at the top of their lungs. He grinned like a shark.

“That’s more like it,” he said. “As you know, we’re filming the concert tonight, so are you going to raise the roof?”

Yeah, they were. He sure knew how to get them pumped up. Myrna covered her ears to protect them from the roar of the crowd.

“Cuz our producer thought we should film this in f**kin’ Canada.”

Rounds of boos from the audience.

“That’s what I said. Now, don’t make me look bad. I stuck up for you guys. I said no one knows how to rock harder than L.A. What do you say, Master Sinclair?”

“I don’t know, Sed,” Brian said into his microphone, stage left. “Remember the last time we were up North? Those fans are pretty f**kin’ insane.” He paused for the crowd’s negative response. “But I think they were just trying to keep warm.” He rubbed his arms as if cold and hopped up and down like an overly excited fan. Eric drummed a buh-dum-bumb to accompany Brian’s attempt at comedy. Myrna laughed along with everyone else. Except Malcolm. His jaw twitched as he ground his teeth together. Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the throat.

What in the hel was Malcolm’s problem? He seemed to be making an effort to not enjoy himself. Claire had wandered off to chatter with a roadie and the lead singer of one of the opening bands, who obviously didn’t realize he was hitting on Brian Sinclair’s mother. Claire didn’t seem to care that her son easily kept ten thousand people entertained with his talent and charm. She paid him no mind.

No wonder Brian desperately needed love and Myrna’s constant approval. Stupid parents. Myrna had the strangest desire to just hug Brian. Hold him. Tel him how wonderful he was. How his father’s approval didn’t matter. He had the approval of hundreds of thousands of fans, but she knew that wouldn’t fil that hole in him she hadn’t recognized until this evening. Only one thing would fil that.

“You know what you should do,” Myrna said to Malcolm as nonchalantly as she could muster. “You should get up there and show these kids where their guitar heroes got their influence.”

He glanced at her, but quickly covered his look of interest with annoyance. “Why are you talking to me?”

Myrna suppressed the urge to kick him in the teeth.

She shrugged. “Wel , 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 occasional y 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?”

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“Oh yeah, you played there when Winged Faith was first starting out. That was what? Forty years ago?”

He scowled. “Yeah, I guess it has been that long. Best four days of my life.”

“I’m betting the days your children were born were right up there with them.”

“I was on tour in Cleveland when Brian was born. New Orleans with Kara.”

“That must’ve been hard. Being on the road and missing your children’s births.”

“Being on the road al the time is hard. I missed a lot. But not being on the road is harder.”

“You could get a little taste of that back tonight. I’m sure Brian would love to play a tribute to Winged Faith with you on stage. He said so himself.” Forgive me for lying, Brian.

Malcolm’s brow furrowed with what Myrna hoped was consideration. He glanced at his wife, who had found several more men to add to her entourage. Myrna counted two drummers, a bassist, and a guitarist, in ad***ion to the lead singer and roadie. Malcolm rol ed his eyes, removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms again.

She could tel he wanted to be on stage, but apparently he needed more pushing. “I need to apologize to you for cal ing you a—”

He lifted a hand to silence her. “Do you always talk this much?” he asked. “You must drive Brian insane.”

She laughed. “No, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her for the first time. “Why are you nervous?”

“I’m in the presence of one of the original guitar greats. I don’t think anyone could make me more nervous. Unless Jimi Hendrix rose from the grave and stood beside me.”

“A Jimi Hendrix zombie would make everyone nervous.” They laughed, continuing to talk loudly because the next song had started on stage.

“Did you meet Hendrix at Woodstock?”

Malcolm shook his head. “I watched him, though. That man could play.”

“Brian’s one of a kind, but I hear Hendrix’s influence in his sound. And yours.”

“Mine? He doesn’t play anything like me.”

“Sure he does. Listen to him. It’s your style with embel ishments.”

“Lots of embel ishments,” he said, but he listened. Myrna suspected this was the first time Malcolm had actual y heard Brian play. She watched Malcolm’s expression change from indifference, to disbelief, to interest, and final y pride. “He does sound a lot like me,”

he murmured. He glanced at Myrna. “With embel ishments.”

“The fans love his soloing style, but without the sensual undercurrents that he borrowed from you, he’d sound flat.”

“Look at him go. I could never keep up with him. He has crazy fast fingers.”

Myrna flushed and averted her gaze. “Yeah.”

When the song ended after a particularly embel ished guitar outro, Malcolm clapped and thrust a fist in the air. “That’s the way to play it, son,” he shouted.

Myrna wished she’d gotten that on tape. She almost had him. Just a little more pushing and she knew she could talk Malcolm into joining Brian on stage. She’d better hurry though, because she only had the span of two songs to convince him.

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Brian chugged half a bottle of water and returned to the stage. The rest of the band got a ten-minute break in the middle of the show. He was not so lucky. Or perhaps he was the lucky one who got the entire stage and thirty thousand fans al to himself. He approached the microphone on the ego riser at the center of the stage.

“It appears I’ve been deserted again,” he said. He glanced at the side of the stage. The audience that mattered to him had disappeared, too. No Myrna. No Dad. At least his mom was there. She waved at him from the crew of men surrounding her. Nothing new there.

Myrna’s absence unsettled him the most. Had he been too hard on her? He should have talked to her before the show. Let her know he wasn’t too upset about her cal ing his father a has-been.

“I was going to play the first riff I ever learned for you tonight, but—”

“He never could play it right,” his dad’s voice interrupted from backstage.

The unmistakable riff of Winged Faith’s hit song “Mystic” blared through the speakers as Malcolm O’Neil headed across the stage in Brian’s direction. Dad was playing on Sinners’ stage. Too stunned to find his guitar, much less play it, Brian stared at him in disbelief.

“Close your mouth, son. You’l swal ow a fly.”

Brian snapped his jaws together, a smile spreading across his face until his cheeks hurt.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our surprise special guest, Malcolm O’Neil of Winged Faith,” Sed’s voice announced from behind the scenes.

The crowd cheered and Malcolm grinned. “Wel , are we going to play them a song, or are we going to stand up here looking stupid al night?”

Brian’s answer was to play the intro to “Mystic” with a few dozen extra notes per measure.

“I told you he never played it right,” Malcolm said into the mic, but he grinned instead of scowling.

“Just spicing it up a little, old man.”

Malcolm laughed.

They played the intro together, Malcolm in the tra***ional style and Brian with his ad***ions. The crowd ate up every moment. When Eric and Jace joined them after the intro, Brian spun around, startled. Sed sang the opening verse so perfectly, Brian doubted even his father could tel the difference from the original. And then Brian spotted Trey and Myrna standing backstage by the amplifiers. Both of them looked entirely too pleased with themselves, laughing and hugging each other excitedly. So Myrna hadn’t deserted him and he suspected she had something to do with his father’s change of heart. He turned back to the crowd, playing beside his father, his heart ful to bursting. He wondered if Myrna knew how much this meant to him. Probably, but he’d tel her anyway.

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The song ended much too soon. His dad handed his borrowed guitar over to Trey. Before he left the stage, Dad grabbed Brian by both ears and touched his forehead to his. “I’m proud of you, son. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

“I’m proud to be your son, Dad.”

Dad grinned and released him. “That woman of yours is relentless.”

Brian grinned. “Pretty terrific, isn’t she?”

“Don’t let her get away.”

“Not a chance.”

Malcolm took a bow and trotted off the stage. Brian saw his mother launch herself into his dad’s arms and kiss him passionately, her entourage of attentive males entirely forgotten.

Brian decided they’d skip those dinner plans he’d made earlier. Mom and Dad looked like they needed some alone time, and God knew he wanted to express his gratitude to Myrna.

Chapter 31

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, tasteful y 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 cre*** 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 pil ows, rugs, and abstract artwork tied everything together. She could picture Brian enjoying the soothing colors, but the décor didn’t seem to fit his roommate’s style at al . And the place was spotless.

“How do you keep it so clean? Doesn’t Trey live here with you?” She was constantly on top of Trey to pick up after himself on the bus. She couldn’t imagine his behavior being much different at home.

“Maid service, baby.”

“Ah, that explains everything.”

She turned to find him standing directly behind her. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking both her hands in his and staring into her eyes with sincerity.

“You’re welcome,” she said, “but what are you thanking me for?”

“For what you did with my dad.”

She smiled and squeezed his hands. “I was just trying to make up for insulting him and for hurting you. I don’t know why I got so mad when he criticized you and the band.”

“I think I know why.” He kissed her tenderly.

“I guess I’m just a fan girl, after al .”

The front door opened. “Honey, I’m home,” Trey cal ed and tossed his keys on the table beside the door. A tal brunette with big boobs, bigger hair and an almost nonexistent skirt fol owed Trey into the apartment. She scowled when her eyes landed on Myrna.

“When you said Brian would be here, you didn’t say anything about him having a woman with him,” she said to Trey.

“Hey, Carly,” Brian murmured. Myrna’s head snapped up to look at him. He knew this…this woman? Was she an old girlfriend of his? Brian toyed with the button at the top of Myrna’s suit jacket, his face red and body tense as he stared at his fiddling fingers.

“I didn’t say he wouldn’t have a woman with him,” Trey pointed out.

“I was hoping to be involved in one of your famous threesomes tonight,” Carly said, “but everyone knows Brian doesn’t cheat.”

Famous threesomes? Myrna’s eyes widened and her breath caught.

Brian’s hands moved to cover Myrna’s ears. “Wil you get her out of here? We were having a moment,” Brian’s muffled voice carried through his hands.

Trey said something Myrna couldn’t make out. Carly grinned brazenly, grabbed Trey’s belt buckle and led him down the hal way. As soon as the bedroom door closed, Brian dropped his hands.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

“Famous threesomes?” she sputtered.

“Really sorry you heard that.” He turned and headed toward the kitchen off to the side of the main living room. “Are you hungry?”

She trailed after him, stumbling over the edge of an area rug because she wasn’t watching where she was going. “Don’t change the subject, Brian.”

“I’m starved. There should be something in here to eat. Wanda knew we’d be home tonight and she’s always good about stocking up for our return.”

He opened the refrigerator and leaned inside.

“Did Carly mean… that you and Trey and… and a…” She swal owed. “…a woman have…” She touched her cheeks with cool fingertips. Why was her face so hot? “H-have…?”

“****ed like maniacs?” He tossed a store-bought package of refrigerated tortel ini onto the counter. “Yep, that’s what she meant. Red sauce or white?”

Myrna leaned heavily against the breakfast bar. “A three some?”

“Myrna, calm down. It was just ***. Al in the past. No big deal.” He tossed a plastic tub on the counter next to the pasta. “I think red sauce sounds better.”

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She’d never been involved in anything even remotely as exciting as a threesome. “Have you done that often?” she asked, her voice at least two pitches higher than usual.

Brian shrugged. “Not recently. Trey and I used to share everything. And I do mean everything. We’ve grown up a lot in the past couple of years.”

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath.

Brian dropped a pan. It clattered across the floor, but he didn’t retrieve it. He gaped at her instead. “Did you just say ‘damn’?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. “No.” She smoothed her skirt, licked her lips, and lowered her gaze to the floor. “I said pan. You dropped your pan.”

“I dropped it after you said damn.”

Her flushed face flamed several degrees hotter. “Oh.”

His boots entered her line of sight. “Would you be open to something like that?”

Her eyes darted to his face and then back to his boots. “I don’t know.”

“I’m sure Trey would go for it.”

She could scarcely hear him over the blood rushing through her ears.

He touched her chin and when she found her courage, she looked up at him. “We’d make you feel real good,” he murmured. His hands slid over the curve of her ass and he tugged her closer. “Real good.”

He seemed as turned on by the idea as she was. And she was at ful throttle.

“Wouldn’t it make things weird between us?” she asked.

“Between us?”

“Me. You. Trey. Al of us?”

“It doesn’t have to. Trey never equates *** with emotion or conquest. He’d think of it as nothing but a good time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t let him touch you.” He brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’l let you think about it. No pressure.”

She nodded. She already knew she wanted to do it, but she was afraid that Brian would think poorly of her. My God, this would make her the biggest whore on the planet. I love to f**k you, baby, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to f**k your best friend at the same time.

“I prefer red sauce, too,” she said absently.

He burst out laughing, and then bent to pick up the pan he’d dropped. He went to the sink and fil ed it with water before setting it on the stove. “Talk about subject change. Red sauce it is.”

Myrna continued to lean against the counter. She watched Brian burn his fingers several times before she took over the cooking. Seriously, the man couldn’t even boil water without causing himself harm. He sat on a stool on the other side of the breakfast bar and watched her cook with a giddy expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him final y.

“You’re in my home. Cooking on my stove.”

“If you ask me to get barefoot and pregnant and put on a fril y apron, I’m going to clobber you.”

“You can wear shoes.”

She rol ed her eyes at him. “Why, thank you. How generous.”

“Vegas is only a four hour drive from here, you know.”

She brandished a slotted spoon at him. “Don’t go there, Brian.”

“Or you could just move in with me.”

“I have this job I’m rather attached to and I’ve heard the commute from Los Angeles to Kansas City is a kil er.”

“You could retire.”

“Retire?” She gaped at him. “I’m thirty-five years old. How do you expect me *****pport myself?”

“I’l support you.”

“I told you not to go there, Brian. You’re going there.”

“Then I’l move in with you. When I’m not on tour or in the recording studio, I’l cal Kansas City my home.”

“Okay, you total y went there.”

“Is it so wrong that I want to be with you?”

No, it was wrong that she was starting to agree with him, which she knew was a huge mistake. “This week apart wil do us both good.”

He dropped his head to the counter and rubbed his face over its surface. “Don’t say that. I already miss you and you aren’t even gone yet.”

She sighed and turned off the pan of pasta. Why did he always have to be so sweet to her? He was making it awful y f**king hard for her to keep him at arm’s length.

“Do you have a colander?” she asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“A strainer. To drain the pasta.”

“There you go, changing the subject again.”

“Would you prefer I leave? I’m feeling very crowded by you at the moment.”

He sighed heavily. “In the second drawer, next to the refrigerator.”

Silence hung between them as she finished fixing the meal. He eventual y climbed from his stool and set two plates and sets of silverware on the breakfast bar.

“Wil Trey and Carly join us?” She glanced at him. He was pouting again.

“Doubtful.”

When they sat down to eat, she took his hand. “You know my job is important to me, don’t you?”

“I just wish I was important to you.”

Her heart twanged. “I never said you weren’t important to me. That’s not why I need this week away from you. I have to do wel with this research project, Brian. If I don’t publish some compel ing results by the end of the summer, I’m not going to have a job for much longer.”

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“What? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m not proud of the position I’m in. I don’t real y like doing research in the first place, but I love to teach. I wouldn’t trade that part of my job for anything.” She sighed. “The University requires I bring in a certain amount of outside funding to keep my job and I lost my big grant a couple of months ago. I don’t have tenure yet. That means I have to make myself financial y valuable to the University or they’l let me go. This summer side project is enough to keep me there for another year, hopeful y, but I don’t know what I’m going to do after that. I don’t want to give this job up. I worked too hard to get where I am to throw in the towel now. That’s why as much as I love having fun with you and spending time with you, I’ve got to get my work done. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I think I get it. By pressuring you, I’m pushing you away.”

“Exactly.”

He squeezed her hand and smiled. “I’m glad you told me, Myrna. I feel a little better about you being gone for a whole week.”

She released his hand and picked up her fork. It felt good to confide in him. She didn’t have anyone in her life to share her worries with. It was nice in an unexpected way. “Maybe I’l get caught up with my work faster than I ever thought possible and come back early.”

He grinned hopeful y. “Yeah?”

She shrugged and took a bite of her tortel ini. “We’l see.”

“So do you want to arrange that threesome with Trey before you go or when you return?” He winked at her. She paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. She wasn’t sure how she could be calm when she said, “Surprise me.”

Chapter 32

With a sleepy grin, Myrna stretched her arms over her head and rol ed over to spoon against Brian’s back. She had to be on a plane in twelve hours, but the last thing she wanted to do this morning was climb out of bed. She rubbed her hands over his bel y, her lips caressing his shoulder. They had a couple of hours to say a proper good-bye and she was planning to fil every minute with pleasure. He shuddered as her hands trailed up his chest, her fingers bumping over the hoop in his left nipple.

Her eyes flipped open. Nipple ring?

“Don’t stop now,” Trey murmured drowsily. “Feels nice.”

Instantly wide awake, Myrna sat up. She jerked up the sheet to cover her bare br**sts. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him,” Brian said from the opposite side of the bed.

“Slumber party.” Trey’s eyes drifted closed.

Myrna scooted closer to Brian, her heart hammering. Brian had her flat on her back beneath him in seconds. “Trey’s tired. We’l start without him.”

He linked their hands together on either side of her head and kissed her until her rigid body began to relax.

“I’m not that tired.” Trey’s hand slid across Myrna’s bel y and she tensed again. “Save some of that for me,” he murmured. Soft lips brushed her shoulder.

She tore her mouth from Brian’s and looked at Trey. His emerald green eyes met hers unflinchingly.

“You okay?” Brian asked her. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can stop.”

Trey’s hand slid up her side, drawing a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple. Her eyes drifted closed with pleasure.

“I don’t think it’s her who wil have a problem with this,” Trey said to Brian. “I’m more worried about you. You are not al owed to hate me for this.”

“We’ve done this before, Trey. Did I ever have a problem then?”

“But you real y lo—” Trey took a deep breath. “You real y care about Myrna.”

“And I trust her. I know she won’t cheat on me behind my back.”

She smiled and reached up to trace his brow with her fingertips. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

“But cheating to your face is fine?” Trey asked.

“This isn’t cheating,” Myrna said. “It’s a mutual y agreed upon ***ual experience. But if you don’t want to join us, you can leave.”

“Oh, I want to join you. I’m more than wil ing to f**k your brains out. I just don’t want something as meaningless as hot, dirty *** to damage my friendship with Brian.”

Brian chuckled. “Told you he was perfect for this kind of thing.”

Funny how Trey was the one most concerned about the possible repercussions of their encounter. Myrna would just have to convince him that she wanted this, and Brian wanted this, so it was okay for him to want it, too. She wriggled out from under Brian and tackled Trey to the mattress on his back. She was surprised to find he was wearing his jeans under the covers. He real y was reluctant.

She slid her hands up his chest. The glint of metal caught her eye. She lowered her head and sucked his silver nipple ring into her mouth. A sound of tormented protest escaped the back of his throat.

“Myr, what are you doing?” Trey whispered.

She sucked harder, her tongue flicking the ring in her mouth. He drew a breath through his teeth and covered his eyes with his hands. “Please, don’t.”

The back of her hand scraped against his bel y as she reached for his belt buckle. He shuddered and squirmed sideways out of her grasp. He pointed at her for emphasis. “No, Myrna. You don’t want to do this.”

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“Oh, but I do.” After unfastening his belt buckle, she unbuttoned his fly and jerked his pants down his thighs. His c**k stood at rigid attention. “And apparently, so do you.”

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 ****. “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 ****?

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 swal ow him, but she was wil ing to try.

“W-wait, Myrna,” Trey gasped.

She took him into her mouth, deep into the back of her throat. She swal owed. 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 c**k until he fel free of her mouth. Trey sucked a breath through his teeth. She looked up at Brian, feeling uncertain of her actions. “Should I not have done that?”

“That’s not it. I want some attention, too.”

Her gaze shifted to The Beast and she smiled. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, big guy.” She shifted on the bed and took Brian’s thick c**k into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft while she sucked him with the rapid technique she knew he liked best. She soon had him gasping in excitement.

She heard the sound of Trey’s belt buckle being fastened behind her. He unwrapped a cherry sucker and slurped it into his mouth. The mattress sagged as he moved to leave. Brian grabbed his arm.

“My woman wants you to f**k her, Trey. Are you going to give her what she wants, or not?” He sank his fingers into her hair, panting in pleasure as she continued to work the head of his c**k with her lips and tongue. “I mean look at her. Maybe you can say no to her, but I can’t. I can’t deny her anything.”

“You’re seriously asking me to bang Myrna?” Trey asked.

Out of the corner of her eye, Myrna caught sight of him clutching his crotch.

“No, not bang her. We’re going to make love to her. Together.”

“Are you stoned, Brian?” Trey said. “You wil never forgive me for this. I know you won’t.”

“No, I’m not stoned.” He leaned close to Trey and whispered something into his ear. Trey leaned back and stared at Brian for a long moment. He shrugged. “Wel , if you’re sure.” He unfastened his belt buckle again and stripped himself naked.

Caught in a moment of indecision, Myrna’s heart thudded with apprehension. Could she real y go through with this? She released Brian’s c**k and he gasped brokenly. Rising to her knees, she knelt before Trey and stared into his seductive green eyes. The man was ***y, no doubt about it. He removed his sucker from his mouth and rubbed it over her nipple. He then lowered his head to remove the sticky residue with his tongue. Myrna’s hands went to his silky hair, simultaneously trying to push him away and hold him to her throbbing breast. Brian spooned up against her back, his hands sliding down her bel y and hips, his hard c**k pressed firmly into the crack of her ass.

Something harder than a tongue flicked against her nipple. Myrna gasped in surprise. She’d forgotten Trey had his tongue pierced. And God, it felt good.

She relaxed against Brian’s body, concentrating on the feel of Trey’s eager tongue flicking over her nipple. “Do you have magic fingers like Master Sinclair, Trey?” she asked in a low voice.

Trey glanced up at her with sultry green eyes, part of his right eye obscured by his long bangs. He grinned crookedly. “Would you like to find out?”

“Brian can make me come in under ten seconds. Let’s see what you can do.”

“Ten seconds, huh?” Trey said. “With just his fingers?”

“You don’t believe her?” Brian asked.

“Ten seconds? No, I don’t.” He lifted his head and glanced down at his watch. “Go for it. I’l time you.”

Brian’s hand slid down the middle of her body to the swol en flesh between her thighs. She gripped his thighs and leaned against his shoulder as his fingers sought her clit in the nest of curls.

“Wait a minute,” Trey said. “She could be faking.”

“I never fake an orgasm.”

“So she says.” Trey’s hand touched the inside of her thigh. “May I?”

She nodded slightly and Trey slid two fingers inside her. She tensed. Brian kissed her neck. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s okay.”

It was difficult to relax knowing it was Trey’s fingers curled inside her. He twisted his hand and she shuddered.

“You ready?” Brian whispered into her ear.

She bit her lip and nodded. Trey twisted his fingers the other direction. Her mouth fel open and she gasped.

“I think I can make her come by just twisting my fingers,” Trey said.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Brian said. “Ten seconds.”

Trey looked at his watch again. “Go.”

Brian’s fingers rubbed her clit with his practiced pressure and rhythm. Within a dozen strokes, Myrna shuddered and cried out, clinging to Brian’s thighs. Her pu**y convulsed rhythmical y around Trey’s fingers.

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“Jesus. That was like eight seconds,” Trey said. He twisted his fingers again and Myrna’s legs buckled. He slid his fingers from her body and added them to his mouth with his sucker. “Mmmmm. Does she always taste this good?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“No wonder you’re always in bed with her. I never realized she was this hot. Sed doesn’t know, does he?”

“No and you’d better not tel him.”

“I need to lie down,” Myrna murmured.

Brian guided her trembling body down until she was lying on her back. She covered her face with her hands. She real y was a whore. She’d loved having Trey’s fingers up her **** while Brian stroked her clit until she’d cried out with ***ual release. Jeremy had been so right about her. She felt sick to her stomach.

A pair of lips kissed the inside of her thigh. Too soft to be Brian’s lips. Trey’s? She kept her hands over her face. Could she al ow Trey to have his way with her without permanent trauma to her psyche?

The soft lips kissed their way up her thigh until they reached the top of her leg. Something probed her ever-eager hole. Not his fingers or his tongue. His sucker? Don’t, she thought. He dipped his candy inside her rhythmical y and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her fingers curled into her forehead. I can’t do this. He rubbed her clit with the stud piercing in the flat of his tongue until she began to tremble. Can’t do this. She gasped. Oh yes, that’s the spot. Lick it, Trey. I want your mouth on me. I like it. Trey removed his cherry sucker from her pu**y and replaced it with his tongue. He wriggled and twirled his tongue, and then thrust it into her deeply. She’d never been eaten out quite like this before. She shuddered. If Brian had an uncommon talent with his fingers, then Trey’s had to be with his tongue.

“God, that feels good,” she whimpered.

The mattress sagged beside her. Brian straddled her chest and leaned over her. She moved her hands from her eyes. His c**k bounced against her chin. “Suck me?”

She opened her mouth wide and he slid inside. She sealed her lips around him and he thrust into her throat, holding onto the headboard for support so he didn’t choke her. She kept the suction tight and let him carry the rhythm. Her concentration was more on what Trey was doing to every part he could reach between her quivering thighs with his devilish tongue. Trey stimulated her with his cherry sucker again, and then spread her ass cheeks with both hands and tongued her ass**le. She squirmed. God, that felt good, too. Was it possible to have an orgasm just by having your ass licked? Ripples of delight pulsated through her empty pu**y. Her clit throbbed with neglect. Maybe just the anticipation could send her over the edge. “Mmmm.” She lost concentration and gagged on Brian’s ****. Brian pul ed back.

“You okay?” Brian asked, stroking her hair.

She nodded. Brian thrust forward again, pul ed back, thrust forward deep into her throat. Trey’s tongue writhed inside her back entrance. She tensed. She relaxed only when he withdrew his tongue altogether.

“God, you have a tight little ass, Myrna. Can I f**k it?”

She made a sound around Brian’s thrusting c**k that must have sounded like agreement, though she wasn’t sure it was. Trey moved around the bed to a side table drawer that contained Brian’s favorite toys. From the corner of her eye, she watched Trey grab a tube of lube and a heavily ridged condom from the col ection. Her eyes widened in protest. Brian pul ed out of her mouth and sat on the bed beside her. He urged Myrna onto her stomach and offered his jutting c**k to her again. “Like this, sweetheart. Give Trey some room to do his thing.”

His thing? What thing?

Her heart thudded in her chest.

Just don’t think about what Trey was going to do. Concentrate on Brian.

Myrna rested on her elbows, leaned over Brian’s lap and took him deep into her throat. She had better control in this position and could indulge him with other things she knew he liked. Her fingers stroked his ass**le, teasing him with promises of penetration. Her head bobbed up and down over the head of his ****. Brian’s fingers tangled in the long strands of her hair as he groaned in encouragement.

Trey’s hands gripped Myrna’s hips and lifted her onto her knees. His thigh eased between her legs, widening her stance. He continued to arrange her body as he wanted it—her knees far apart, her back arched downward. He inserted a slippery finger into her ass, wetting her passage with some sort of warming lubricant. He added another finger, stretching her in various directions in preparation for his penetration. She got the feeling he did this often. More lube. More stretching and probing. As if she wasn’t already nervous enough.

She released Brian from her mouth. “Just put it in already.”

Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’l 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 al . Trey’s c**k 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.

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Trey pul ed 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 chuckled.

Myrna expected Trey to protest Brian’s barb, but he said, “****ed by the best.”

Trey’s rhythm was constant. Unrelenting. Myrna took Brian’s c**k back into her mouth and matched Trey’s thrusts with the movement of her head and tongue. Trey skimmed his hands up her back, down her back, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and then stroked the same path in reverse. She shuddered. His fingertips slid up the fronts of her thighs, the protrusions of her hipbones, her bel y, br**sts, and back again. The sides of her body next. Returning to her back. Every inch of her skin was alive with stimulation. The light pressure of his fingertips over her flesh never wavered. Each thrust matched his last perfectly. Trey Mil s was al about perfection. And when she became accustomed to his perfect synchrony, he slapped her ass again. The unexpected jolt to her system made her tense.

“Ow,” Brian protested.

She released him from her mouth. “Did I bite you?”

“Yeah. You’ve never bitten me before. You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?”

She looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”

He touched her face. She’d try harder to pay attention to what she was doing. She ran her tongue around the head of his c**k and drew him inside her mouth again. She pressed his legs further apart so she could massage his bal s with the palm of her hand and rub his sensitive hole with two fingertips. Brian’s head fel back against the headboard with a loud thunk. He grabbed her hair in both fists as she sucked him deep, her tongue working against the underside of his c**k al the way down and then al the way back up. She could tel he approved of her renewed concentration by the punctuated gasps coming from the back of his throat. Trey leaned over her, his sweat dripping over the surface of her back. “You should see his face, Myrna. I think he’s about to blow the back of your head off.”

Myrna reached between her legs and brushed her fingertips over Trey’s sack. He gasped and lost his perfect rhythm altogether. He stayed buried deep so she could reach him. She massaged Trey’s bal s with one hand and Brian’s with the other. The combined gasps of the two men drove her to distraction. She rubbed her wrist against her clit while she fondled Trey, seeking ***ual release. God, she ached. Her pu**y was so empty.

“So who’s gonna let go first?” Trey asked, biting into his sucker with a loud crunch. “I think I can outlast Brian.”

“You aren’t even moving anymore. Let her suck you and see how long you last. God, woman! Just put your fingers inside. Quit teasing me.”

She complied, sliding two fingers deep. He cried out hoarsely.

“She’s doing some amazing stuff with my nuts,” Trey said. “If I move, I’m pretty sure she’l stop.”

Myrna lifted her head. “What about me?” she whispered. “I want you inside me, Brian. Please. I need your thick c**k buried deep…”

Trey pul ed out, making Myrna moan. “Let’s switch then.”

“Do you want to ride me, sweetheart?” Brian asked.

“God, yes.” And if that made her a whore, so be it.

Brian slid down the bed to lie flat on his back between her thighs. She grabbed his c**k and guided it into her aching pu**y, taking him deep and fast. Rubbing that itch deep inside that only he could satisfy. Her head fel back as she pounded into him, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.

Trey drew a breath between his teeth. “God, that sound she makes…”

“…is so f**kin’ hot,” Brian finished Trey’s sentence.

Trey touched the back of Myrna’s head and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was standing on the bed in front of her. He’d removed the condom and his long c**k stood at attention, glistening before her.

“Suck him, Myrna,” Brian encouraged, looking up at them. “I can see everything from here.”

“Did you ever think you’d be lying there looking up at your best friend’s sack? How’s the view?” Trey chuckled. Myrna leaned forward and sucked Trey into her mouth. He’d coated his c**k with one of Brian’s flavored lotions and tasted like sweet coconut. She slurped him deep and he cursed under his breath.

“That’s it, baby. Teach him a lesson for being such a smart ass,” Brian said.

“Yeah, teach me a lesson, Professor.”

Brian wrapped his hands around her hips to help her raise and lower herself on his ****. She found it hard to concentrate on pleasuring Trey and herself at the same time. She placed a hand on Trey’s sweat-slick bel y and pul ed away. He grunted in protest as she abandoned him. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against Brian’s temple. Her hand ran down Trey’s thigh as she whispered into Brian’s ear, “Tel me what you want me to do to him. I’l do anything you say.”

“Anything?”

She turned her head to look at Brian. He was grinning deviously.

“You’re real y okay with this?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was my idea.”

“You don’t think I’m a whore?”

He laughed. “Why would I think that? You’re a gift from heaven as far as I’m concerned.”

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Myrna glanced up a Trey. “Yeah, I’l do anything you tel me to,” she whispered into Brian’s ear.

“What are you two plotting?” Trey asked, grabbing Myrna’s hand that was stil resting on his thigh. He shifted her hand to his c**k and used it to stroke his flesh, twisting her wrist slightly each time her hand rubbed over his swol en head. “Please don’t tel me you changed your mind and now you’re going to toss me out in the hal way with a horrible case of blue bal s.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, buddy,” Brian said and laughed maniacal y.

“On second thought…” Trey took a step sideways.

Myrna’s hand tightened on Trey’s c**k and he stopped. She looked up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just trying to keep personal injury to a minimum.”

“I won’t hurt you, Trey,” she promised, sitting up.

“Unless I tel her to.”

“Huh?” Trey gasped.

“Move him a little to the left,” Brian said.

Myrna’s hands moved to Trey’s hips and she shifted him to the left.

“Wait, I—”

“Put your hand on his chest and shove him against the wal . Don’t let him give you any lip,” Brian instructed. Myrna shoved Trey against the wal . He hit his head with a loud thud. “Hey!” he protested.

“Grab his nuts and tel him to shut up.”

She grabbed Trey’s bal s and he cried out in pain.

“Easy,” Brian said.

Her grip loosened slightly. “Shut up.” She felt like she had a little devil on her shoulder, whispering naughty instructions to her.

“Yes, ma’am,” Trey squeaked.

“Lick the head of his dick.”

Her tongue darted from between her lips, wrapping around the head of Trey’s ****. He shuddered violently.

“Don’t give him much. Lick one side along the rim, over and over again. I want you to drive him crazy. Go.”

She did exactly as Brian instructed. Trey groaned in protest. Within a minute, Trey was rocking on the bal s of his feet, just like he did when the music overtook him on stage.

Brian laughed. “Tel 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 swol en gland persistently. Trey grabbed her hair in both fists and directed his c**k into her mouth. His cries of ecstasy encouraged her *****ck him hard while she continued to stimulate him with her fingers.

Brian grabbed her wrist and eased her fingers from Trey’s body. She released his c**k as wel and glanced down at Brian for further instructions.

“Leave him for a minute,” Brian said. “Ride me until you come, and if he’s quiet, I’l tel you *****ck him off. Maybe.”

Stil trembling from the pleasure she’d given him, Trey groaned in protest. He wrapped his hand around the head of his c**k and flinched.

“If he’s quiet,” Brian repeated. “And doesn’t touch himself.”

Trey’s brow furrowed. “Fu…” He bit his lip. He shifted both hands to his hips and stood there waiting for Myrna to make her next move.

She grinned down at her devious lover, rising and fal ing over him now. Brian’s fingers worked her clit, driving her mad with desire. Her head fel back as her cries grew louder and louder with each thrust.

“****,” Trey muttered. “I’m supposed to just stand here and watch you two f**k while I get nothing?”

Myrna lifted her head to glare at Trey. “You already had yours. And you’re supposed to be quiet,” she said, and shoved him against the wal . “You broke my concentration. Now I have to start over.”

Brian gasped in pleasure. She looked down to find him writhing on the brink of orgasm. She slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare let go. Not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

He caught her wrist before she slapped him again. “You’re getting awful y bossy.” He looked up at Trey and nodded. Trey hopped off the bed.

Brian grabbed her around the waist and rol ed their entwined bodies onto their sides. She gasped as his c**k rammed into her. He lifted her left leg to rest around his waist. Trey spooned up against her back. She stiffened.

“Relax,” Trey whispered into her ear.

He probed her back entrance with the head of his c**k and then he was inside her. Both of them were inside her. Oh. So gloriously fil ed.

They began to move. Brian thrusting into her, while Trey pul ed out. Brian pul ed out, while Trey thrust inside. Her senses were so overwhelmed that she couldn’t do anything but cling to Brian’s chest and gasp for air, her head tilted back and pressing into Trey’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Brian whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Yes, oh God, yes! Yes! **** me. Fil me. Both of you. I love it. I love it!” She saw stars when she came, but they didn’t let her recover. They switched to thrusting into her and pul ing out in unison. Trey’s body convulsed behind her. “God, Brian, your c**k is driving me crazy.”

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“Yeah,” Brian agreed. “I feel you moving inside her. Feels so good.” His breath caught. “Faster, Trey. Stay with me.”

Myrna turned her head to look at them. They lay facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes over her shoulder. She’d seen this intensity between them on stage before, this connection, but was surprised to see it here. Brian closed his eyes. Stil matching Brian’s thrusts, Trey leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.

Myrna’s eyes widened.

Trey’s tongue probed Brian’s lips.

Brian opened his mouth and Trey plunged his tongue inside. Trey’s hand moved to the back of Brian’s head to hold him stil as he kissed him. He sucked Brian’s lips passionately, his thrusts into Myrna’s body growing increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost their synchronicity. Trey watched Brian the entire time he kissed him, his eyes glistening with unexpected tears. After a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, his kiss shifting from passionate to desperate. Myrna lay there, too stunned to do anything but gawk.

Oh my God. Trey loved Brian. She knew it for a certainty. Trey loved Brian. Loved him. The urge to scratch out his eyes overwhelmed her. Did Brian realize this? Myrna didn’t think Brian even realized that Trey was kissing him. He’d gone into that muse trance mode that struck him completely unaware on occasion. After a moment, Brian twisted his head to the side, breaking the kiss. Trey’s head dropped to rest against the side of Myrna’s face. He cupped Brian’s jaw with such tenderness, Myrna’s fist clinched. She knew Brian didn’t love Trey. Not that way. He couldn’t. Brian was hers. Only hers.

Trey panted with exertion, pumped into her deeply twice and then shuddered with a startled cry as he found release. “Brian,” he gasped. “Brian.”

Brian hadn’t moved for several minutes. He opened his eyes, but they were glazed over with that far off look he got when he was completely inside his own head. “Do you hear it?” he whispered.

Myrna smiled. She knocked Trey’s hand aside and stroked back the strands of hair sticking to Brian’s sweaty face. “Yeah, baby. I hear it. Let it come.”

Trey lifted his head, listening intently. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Go get something to write on,” she said to Trey. And leave us alone. He’s mine.

“What? He didn’t finish, did he? I wanted to watch him come. He always looks so hot when he lets go.”

“He’l be out of it like that for a while. Go get something to write on. Trust me, you’re going to want to write this one down.”

“Thanks for sharing Brian with me this morning, Myrna. He’s been distancing himself from me lately.” Trey kissed her temple affectionately and pul ed out.

Uh, no. She was not sharing Brian with him. As exciting and pleasurable as they had made this encounter for her, she much preferred having Brian al to herself. Brian was hers. Only hers. And she wanted to keep it that way. Trey searched the room noisily for something to write on, but Myrna scarcely noticed. She was too busy coming to terms with the idea that she wasn’t just hopelessly, madly, deeply in lust with Brian “Master” Sinclair. She might actual y love him. An idea that did not sit wel with her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Brian asked her, much more alert than he’d been a few moments before.

“Like what?”

“Like you have a bad taste in your mouth.” Brian licked his lips, his brows drawing together in confusion. “And why do my lips taste like cherry?” He lifted his head to glare at Trey. “Did you kiss me again?”

Again?

Trey chuckled uneasily. “Of course not.” He tossed a pen and pad of paper onto the bed and fled the room. The door closed behind him securely. He hadn’t even bothered to take his clothes with him.

Brian looked at Myrna. “He kissed me, didn’t he?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m going to go kick his ass now. Excuse me.” He backed away, his c**k fal ing free of her body. Myrna wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.” She nuzzled her face against his neck. She could never remember feeling this emotional y attached to anyone. Why did knowing that someone else loved Brian make her want him for herself even more?

“He knows better.”

“Are you and Trey more than friends?” she asked, her heart thudding. Please say no. Please. Brian stopped trying to pul away and went entirely stil . “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”

“Are you lovers?”

He hesitated for far too long. Myrna felt sick to her stomach. Not because it was Trey that Brian shared an intimate relationship with, but because she and Brian weren’t as exclusive as she had led herself to believe.

“I know I’m going to regret tel ing you this.” He took a deep breath and avoided her gaze when he said, “Trey and I experimented with each other in high school.”

“High school?” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah. It was only once.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Okay, twice. I f**ked him twice. But we got it out of our systems and we never did it again.” He buried his face in her neck. “I disgust you now, don’t I? I should never have told you.”

“I’m not disgusted,” she whispered. Relieved. Yes, that’s what she was feeling. And happy that he trusted her enough to tel her something that personal.