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He touched her cheek gently. “Then don’t be a rock star’s girlfriend. Be Brian Sinclair’s girlfriend.”

“They’re one and the same. Your life is so interesting and mine is so ordinary. Boring. I’m an over-educated farm girl from the Midwest.”

“And I’m a col ege dropout from the West Coast.”

“You went to col ege?”

“For one semester.”

“What did you study?”

“Girls, mostly.”

She poked him in the ribs. “Why did you drop out? You could have graduated Summa Cum Laude.”

“Sinners signed a record deal.”

“Wow, that young? Did your father help you get it? He must have mil ions of connections in the business.”

Brian laughed. “Here’s the thing about my dad. He never once encouraged my music career. We cut our first album with a smal independent label and went on tour in a piece of **** van for eight months. I’ve never been hungrier in my life. It didn’t help that Jon kept stealing our cash to feed his drug habit. When I final y swal owed my pride and asked my dad if he could offer some support, do you know what he said?”

“What?”

“If you real y want to fol ow this dream, you need *****ffer for it so it means something to you if you manage to reach the top. He wouldn’t even buy me new guitar strings. Ever try to play a solo missing your second string? Uh, yeah… Not good.”

“Did you hate him for that?”

“Nah, I thought I did, but now I realize he was right. If you don’t have to work for something, you just don’t appreciate it as much.”

Myrna nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I can understand that. That’s why I went for my PhD. My parents didn’t support me when I went to col ege. They thought I should get married and have kids. Stay home and raise them like a clone of my mother. So when I was in col ege, I worked my ass off at odd jobs while most of the tra***ional students had their tuition and bil s paid by their parents. Going it on my own real y did make me appreciate it more. I worked harder to get good grades, too. I wanted to prove I could do it.”

He hugged her. “See we do have more in common than great ***.”

“Fabulous ***.”

“Amazing ***.”

“Yeah, let’s have some of that right now.”

He squeezed her butt. “Not until after the show.”

“You know I love a chal enge, right?” She closed the gap between them, her hand cupping his half-hard c**k through his pants.

“I’m very determined to get what I want.”

“Something else we have in common.” He removed her hand from his crotch. “Wil you watch the show tonight instead of interviewing the groupies?”

“Wil you make it worth my while?”

“Do you have to ask?”

“Brian, I’m incredibly turned on right now.”

He groaned. “You don’t plan to make this easy on me, do you?”

“Do you have to ask?”

He stared at her for a moment, worrying his lips with his tongue. He looked ready to pounce on her and she was more than ready to be pounced on.

“Farmer’s daughter, huh? I know nothing about farming,” he said. “What’s that like?”

She sighed in exasperation. “You real y are going to make me wait until tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

She turned and started walking back the way they’d come. They must have walked at least a mile down the beach. “Farming is boring,” she cal ed over her shoulder. “That’s al you need to know.”

He jogged to catch up with her. “You’re not going to get out of this that easily. Tel me something about yourself.”

A rumble of thunder reverberated above. Myrna looked up at the black clouds. “I think we should make a run for it.”

“It’s too late. We’l never outrun it.”

The first fat rain drops splattered across Myrna’s upturned face. “We’re going to get soaked.”

She dashed toward the car at a ful run. When she reached the car, she tugged the door handle. Locked. Brian had the keys. She turned to find him sedately walking up the beach.

“Hurry!” The clouds opened wide and drenched her within seconds. “Brian, hurry!”

She could see him grinning to himself as the rain plastered his hair to his head and his shirt to the contours of his chest. He didn’t pick up his pace though. She stood there, shivering, waiting for him to open the car. When he final y reached her, he drew her chil ed body against his, his strong hands splaying over her back.

“Open the door.” She reached behind her to grab the door handle.

“No.” His fingers sank into the wet strands of her hair, tilting her head back. He stared into her eyes until she released the door handle and slid her hands up his bel y and chest. He lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers easing her dress’s zipper down. He brushed the straps of her sundress from her shoulders, exposing her br**sts to the elements. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin and her ni**les ached as they beaded in the chil y air. Rivulets of rain trickled over her shoulders, between her br**sts, down her bel y. Brian lowered his head and col ected water from her skin with his warm tongue. His mouth burned over her flesh. Myrna groaned and reached for his fly. If she unleashed The Beast, she knew he would end her torment and possess her body with his. Hopeful y right there on the cold, slick hood of her car. Before she could release the button of his jeans, he grabbed her wrists in a steely grip and pinned her arms to her sides.

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“No,” he said.

He gazed up at her, water dripping from his nose and chin.

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

He sucked her beaded nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue rubbed against her sensitive flesh, drawing moans of pleasure from her. She struggled to release her wrists from his grip, wanting to bury her fingers in his hair, but he refused to set her free. She jerked her body away from his devilish tongue, changed her mind, and twisted to offer him her other breast. When he didn’t immediately draw it into his mouth, she looked down at him. His devilish grin made her heart throb.

“Do you want me *****ck this one, too?” He stroked her neglected nipple with the tip of his nose.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, please.”

He drew the flat of his tongue over her offered nipple and she shuddered.

“I think my work here is done.” He stood straight and released her wrists.

“Oh no it’s not.” She threw her body against his, her fingers tangling in the wet strands of his hair, her mouth seeking his in a desperate kiss. He kissed her in return, while drawing the bodice of her dress to cover her br**sts and zipping the garment at her back.

He pul ed away al too soon. He looked up at the sky, blinking rain from his eyes. “I don’t think this rain is going to let up any time soon.” He retrieved the keys from his pocket and unlocked the car door. Before she could climb into the warm, dry interior of the car, he asked, “Have you changed your mind about going to L.A. with me yet?”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Nope. I just want you to want me real y, real y bad.”

“Mission accomplished.”

Chapter 22

“We’re lost,” Myrna said. “Pul over and I’l get directions.”

“We are not lost,” Brian said. “We’re in Tampa. That does not equal lost.”

“But we’re not at the stadium and your show starts in an hour.”

“I am aware of that.”

“Then stop being so stubborn and pul into that gas station. I won’t tel them you’re lost. I’l nonchalantly ask them how to get to the stadium.”

“I’m not lost.” He released an exasperated breath and pul ed into the gas station. “Just buy a map.” He handed her his wal et. She sighed. She guessed rock stars were stil men. Was there a man in existence who would admit he was lost? She hurried into the store, not caring that her hair looked like she’d stuck her tongue in an electrical outlet. While she purchased the map, she asked the clerk for directions.

Within minutes, she was back in the car with Brian. She handed him the map.

He started to unfold it. “What street are we on?” He glanced around as if expecting to find an arrow labeled “you are here” nearby.

“No idea. But the clerk said you should go about eight blocks that way.” She pointed down the street. Brian grinned at her. “See. We weren’t too far off.”

“Then get on the interstate heading south. Take the third exit.”

“Oh…”

“Turn left and fol ow the signs. It’s about twenty minutes from here. Assuming we don’t get lost again.”

“****.”

He backed the car and headed in the direction Myrna had indicated. By the time they found the tour buses behind the stadium, it was nine-thirty.

They hurried up the bus steps and were confronted by Sed. “Where the f**k have you two been? The show starts in half an hour.”

“Get out of the way. I need a shower. You can yel at me later.” Brian shoved Sed aside and peeled his shirt off over his head as he headed for the bathroom.

“Wel , hurry up!” Sed cal ed unnecessarily.

Myrna fol owed Brian into the bathroom. If she was going to watch the performance, she needed a shower, too. She had sand in unimaginable locations and her once white dress was now a grimy shade of puce. Brian turned on the water in the tiny shower and unfastened his pants.

“Are you going to watch?” he asked.

“I’m going to join you.”

“I don’t have time for you to join me.” Now gloriously naked, he stepped into the shower.

“I need a shower, too. I’m filthy.”

Her dress and panties landed in a pile on top of her discarded sandals. She stepped into the shower behind Brian, who was lathering his hair with shampoo. She hadn’t planned on touching him, just sharing the flow of water, but when this man was naked and within reach, she couldn’t help herself. She kissed his shoulder and his entire body jerked.

“Myrna, please don’t. I’m already horny as hel . I don’t need to go on stage with a hard on.”

“It’s your fault for turning me down on the beach.” She pressed a kiss to the center of his back, the unpleasant taste of shampoo in her mouth. “And on the hood of the car.” She kissed his other shoulder. “And inside the car.” Her hands circled his body to slide up his bel y. “And every hotel we passed for 70 miles.”

“Can I help it if my girlfriend always wants my body?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Like you don’t contribute to my uncharacteristic, insatiable appetite.”

“What do you mean, uncharacteristic?”

“Do you real y think I usual y need hours of *** every single day? When I have a steady lover, thirty minutes twice a week is sufficient.”

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“Real y?” He turned to rinse his hair, scrubbing with both arms above his head. Her hands moved around him to massage his firm bu**ocks. She kissed his col arbone.

“So do I not satisfy you, or what?” he asked.

He knew better, but that ego of his needed constant feeding. “You always satisfy me. Now that I know how good it can be, I want you al the time.”

He grinned down at her. “I feel exactly the same way.” She didn’t believe him, but now was not the time to cal him on his fib. He had to be on stage in twenty minutes.

They switched places so she could wash her hair while he lathered his body with soap and insisted on rubbing the bar over her br**sts and bel y. They switched places again so he could rinse his body while she finished washing. Squeaky clean, he kissed her and left her to her own devices.

After hurrying through the rest of her shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and rushed to the bedroom. Brian was already half dressed. She watched him tug a T-shirt on over his head. He reached for a studded belt and laced it through his belt loops.

“What should I wear?” she asked.

“You look damn good in that towel.” The slight growl in his voice made her throb between her thighs. They were both worked up to a ***ual frenzy. How would she ever get through watching his entire show without pouncing on him in front of a stadium ful of fans?

She grinned. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Wear a shirt with buttons,” he requested. “The rest, I don’t care.” He sat on the end of the bed to put on his socks.

“Stockings and garters?”

He glanced up. “Yeah. I like those.”

“Panties? Or should I not bother?”

With a growl, he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. He tugged her towel open and sucked one breast into his mouth. The other he squeezed firmly. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her thigh.

“Don’t you have to be on stage in fifteen minutes?” she asked nonchalantly, though had he taken the time to explore the neglected parts of her body, he’d have found her hot, swol en and wet.

He lifted his head to look down at her. “You’re driving me crazy, Myrna.”

“You’ve been driving me crazy al day.”

He grinned. “I think my plan worked a little too wel .” He moved from the bed, his gaze roaming her body as he stood over her.

“I’ve got to go dry my hair, shave, and put on my stage makeup. Get dressed. And try not to look too ***y. I have to get through the next hour without touching you. If you decide against panties, please don’t tel me.”

She chuckled and climbed from the bed in search of clothes. She dressed as fast as she could. She wished she hadn’t mentioned garters. They took too long to put on. By the time she found Brian in the bathroom, he was ready to go. He wore a red felt replica of his discarded lucky hat instead of going for the messy, hairspray and gel look he usual y sported on stage. He didn’t have time to do his hair. The eyeliner he couldn’t do without, however. That was signature. She wiped at a smudge under his left eye with her thumb.

“I didn’t have time to paint my nails.” He gazed at the remnants of chipped black nail polish on his index finger. She hugged him. He trembled against her with a typical case of preshow jitters. “No one wil notice,” she said. “I just need to do something with my hair and face. I’l be right out.”

“You wore a suit? You know what it does to me when you look prim and proper.”

She grinned. “That’s why I wore it.”

He kissed her on the forehead and trotted toward the bus exit. “Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Chapter 23

The crowd was restless and chanting, “Sinners. Sinners. Sinners,” at ful volume. As Murphy’s Law would have it, Brian needn’t have rushed so much. There was a problem in one of the video panels behind the drum kit. Their effects technician was working to get it back online as quickly as possible and the crowd grew louder and more restless with each passing moment. Brian pul ed Jace aside to talk to him while they waited for the signal to go on stage.

“Can I borrow your restraints tonight?” Brian asked.

If Brian’s request surprised Jace, he didn’t show it. “Do you know how to work them? You don’t want them too tight or too loose.”

“If I can’t figure them out, I’l cal you.”

“The suspension chain should be in the case with them. Make sure her knees can touch the bed or you’l hurt her shoulders.”

“I was just going to tie her down, flat on her back.”

Jace shrugged. “I guess that’s okay, but then you only have one side of her body to work with.”

Brian glanced over his shoulder to make sure Myrna hadn’t arrived backstage yet. Trey was rocking up and down on the bal s of his feet, his energy level sky high. Eric was twirling his sticks and pointing them at people as if he were a gunslinger. Sed looked bored and slightly annoyed by the chick who was hovering around him. No sign of Myrna.

“So I should restrain her arms above her head? I wondered why you put that hook in the ceiling over the bed.”

“You’l both get more out of the experience that way. Don’t forget to blindfold her.”

“Blindfold her? Why?”

“So she real y feels what you’re doing to her. You’ve never blindfolded her?”

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Brian shook his head.

Jace massaged the silver earring in his left lobe and then the one in his right. “You haven’t been working al of her senses then, have you?”

“What? You mean like sight and touch.”

“Yeah. Taste, smel , hearing, pain, hot, cold, vibration, pressure, smooth texture, rough. Al the senses.”

Brian felt a little strange asking a guy five years his junior for ***ual advice, but he wanted tonight to be something Myrna would never forget. “Tel me more.”

“I suggest you blindfold her to heighten the senses she doesn’t use much. Let her watch you jerk off and come on her, but otherwise keep her eyes covered. And since she creams over your guitar playing, I’d get her some earphones and make her listen to our music the entire time. Then she won’t hear what’s coming at her either.”

Brian decided Jace knew what he was talking about. “What else?”

“Ice and candle wax. Keep her guessing on hot and cold.”

Brian felt like he should be taking notes.

“And put the shirt you wore on stage over her nose. Chicks like the scent of their man. I know it sounds weird, but trust me, she’l get off on it. You probably want to bring stuff to put in her mouth. Different flavors. I’ve got some samples in the case with my restraints, paddles, and stuff, but you’l probably want some extras that are specific to her.”

“Do you sit around al day and think up this ****?”

Jace grinned deviously. “Why do you think I’m so quiet al the time?”

The clicking sound of approaching high-heeled shoes drew Brian’s attention to Myrna. Ice. Candle wax. Paddles. Blindfolds. He must have looked suspicious, because she looked at him quizzical y when she drew to a stop beside him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. “And why aren’t you on stage yet? I thought I was late.”

“Technical difficulties.”

“Okay, guys. We’ve got it fixed,” one of the roadies cal ed.

The stadium lights went down. The crowd roared.

“I’l see you soon,” he murmured close to Myrna’s ear. He adjusted his ear bud so he could hear himself and the band play without going deaf in front of the amplifier. He rushed up the stage stairs and trotted across the set to his normal spot: stage left. His heart thudded as it always did when his feet first touched the stage. Eric started the first song with several taps on his cymbal fol owed by a drum progression. By the time Jace entered the song with his base groove and Trey strummed the rhythm riff, Brian’s apprehension had vanished. A purple light bathed his body from above and he entered the song with a solo—his guitar a familiar friend. When his solo segued into the lead riff, Sed’s voice growled in his ear and the stage lit up al at once. He could hear the crowd roar over the music.

He looked out at the fans, but could only see the first few rows due to the stage lighting. A great crowd. Fists in the air, heads banging, mouths voicing the lyrics. When the crowd was pumped up, the band was pumped up and they always gave a better show. Too bad Brian kept getting distracted by Myrna in his peripheral vision. He probably should have let her interview the groupies tonight. As horny as he was, he would have had a hard time concentrating even if she hadn’t been standing there. Trey bumped up against him to gain his attention and nodded toward the end of the stage, opposite where Brian normal y played. Brian nodded in agreement. Over there, he couldn’t see Myrna, but she’d stil be able to see him. He headed across the stage. When it was time for Brian’s solo, Sed turned toward Trey, shook his head in confusion, and located Brian to his right side. He made a gesture as if to say “what the f**k are you doing over there,” but shrugged and moved to the back of the stage to stand next to Jace. Trey switched Brian’s amp for him with a pedal on the floor and entered the second half of the solo where they dueled. They met in the middle of the stage as they did every show, strumming each other’s guitars, which took extreme concentration. Tonight, Brian found himself facing Myrna directly. When she raised her fist in the air and cheered for them excitedly, he missed a long series of notes. Trey laughed at him and shook his head. ****! Some fan with a video cel phone was sure to post that flub on the internet. Brian just had to pretend she wasn’t there and he should be able to get through the next nine songs. His plan worked fairly wel until the rest of the band left the stage so he could play his recently composed solos. The solos he’d written while making love to Myrna. He usual y tried to get the crowd pumped up at this point, but tonight, he decided to just play. They’d either respond on their own or they wouldn’t. Selfish of him? Maybe.

He stepped up to Sed’s mic in the center of the stage. “I’ve been writing a lot of new music lately,” he said. “I’m going to play a little for you now. You’l be hearing variations of it on the new album.” He paused. “Which should be out early next year.”

The crowd roared their enthusiasm. Brian closed his eyes and let his fingers find their own way. He al owed his mind to drift back in time to the moment he original y composed this solo. The memory was so distinct, he could feel Myrna’s warmth, smel her skin, and hear her uneven breathing in his ear. It wasn’t until he reached the end, and Trey appeared at his side, that he heard the crowd.

“Are you trying to steal the show, Master Sinclair?” Trey asked.

Brian put his hand over the microphone. “Actual y, I wish it was already over.”

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Trey grinned at him and pushed his hand aside so he could talk into the mic. “I think Master Sinclair is more worked up than normal, don’t you? I mean, where the f**k did that come from? Amazing.” Trey paused, his eyes scanning the crowd. “The ladies are looking especial y ***y tonight, don’t you think so, Sinclair?”

“Lady Sinners are always ***y.”

“You know what I think he needs?” Trey said. “A couple dozen bras to work him up even more. What do you say, Lady Sinners?

Do you want to help him out?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Brian glanced over his shoulder at Myrna. She was laughing as the bras began to fly onto the stage. Within a minute, every size, style and color of bra imaginable littered the stage at his feet. Several young women, perched on the shoulders of their boyfriends, lifted their shirts to show off their bare br**sts. He hoped Myrna continued to be okay with this. He had to play along now. Brian retrieved a red lace bra from the stage and hung it on the end of his guitar.

Trey picked up a leopard print bra. “Who does this ***y thing belong to?” he asked, dangling it from one finger. A girl situated several people behind the barrier started to scream excitedly and jump up and down. They couldn’t hear her on the stage, but her wild gesticulations made it obvious that the bra was hers.

“Can I borrow this, sweetheart?” Trey asked. He draped it on the end of his guitar. “You can pick it up after the show in person. I’l help you put it back on.”

The young woman unexpectedly dipped out of sight. People in the crowd lifted her, now unconscious, and passed her to the front of the crowd over the barrier.

“Damn, Trey, you made her faint.”

“Sorry about that. They just can’t handle my *** appeal.” He smoothed one eyebrow with the side of his finger. Brian snorted with laughter. “Apparently, they’ve never seen you passed out with your head in a toilet.”

The guys in the audience hol ered their approval.

Sed appeared between them and looped an arm around each of their shoulders. “Are you f**kers going to talk al night or are you going to play some music?”

“I guess we can play our new dueling solo,” Brian said. “Do you want to hear it?” he asked the crowd. “It’s up to you. We can col ect bras al night as far as I’m concerned.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Myrna again. She was stil smiling at his antics. God, he loved her. Perfect. She was absolutely perfect.

A few more bras landed on the stage. The girls flashing their br**sts had the guys in the crowd worked into a frenzy. Brian leaned closer to Trey to speak to him without the microphone picking up their conversation. “I hope you’re ready to play the new dueling solo live.”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t want you to be the only one to f**k up in front of ten thousand people tonight.”

Brian grinned at him. “Try to keep up.”

Sed hung several bras on his mic stand. “I’m saving these for later,” he said, and then moved to the side of the stage and stood next to Myrna. Brian saw him wrap an arm around her shoulders and plant a kiss on her temple. He also saw her deliver a wel -placed elbow to Sed’s ribs. Knowing Myrna could hold her own against Sedric Lionheart’s libido, Brian forced his attention back to the task at hand.

He started the solo and paused while Trey echoed him. He repeated the string of notes an octave higher and up-tempo. Trey fol owed him with no problem. Down an octave and faster. Trey stil kept up without missing a note. In reverse and faster stil . Every time Trey made it through a segment, the crowd’s noise level intensified. Faster and faster they dueled until Trey’s echoes were blending with Brian’s lead. Trey leaned against his back and instead of dueling, they played in harmony. When the last note rang from the speakers, the crowd erupted into cheers.

“I guess we’l cal that a draw,” Brian said. First time ever.

“I think you need some practice, Master Sinclair. You usual y smoke me in three rounds.”

“Maybe we’l have to start cal ing you Master Mil s.”

Trey grinned. “I’l beat you one of these days.”

Half the crowd was chanting, “Mil s. Mil s. Mil s. Mil s.” The other half chanted, “Master Sinclair. Master Sinclair.”

Eric’s pounding bass drum reminded them to get on with the rest of the show. When Jace returned to the stage, he snitched several bras from the floor to decorate the neck of his bass.

Trey had taken Brian’s mind off Myrna, but seeing Jace reminded him what he’d be doing in less than thirty minutes. In the future, he’d make sure to make love to her before a stage performance, not after. His entire body ached. Through the next six songs, Brian was glad his fingers knew the music, because his head just wasn’t in it. He scarcely moved from a three-by-three foot area of the stage. He crossed the stage occasional y to switch out his amps with the foot pedals on the floor in front of his regular location, but his usual showmanship was nonexistent. Strangely, Jace took up his slack. No hiding out by the drum kit for him tonight. He even talked into the mic at one point. The crowd loved it. Trey and Sed teased him for stepping out of his shel and he flushed, but Brian just played what he was supposed to.

When the final note of the last song rang out, Brian tossed his pick into the crowd and headed for backstage. He handed his guitar to a random roadie, plucked the ear buds from his ears, and grabbed Myrna. She gasped in surprise when he slammed her against the side of a speaker and covered her mouth with his. He fil ed one hand with her soft, ful breast. The other slid under her skirt to find the bare skin of her thigh above her lace-topped stocking. He pressed his ****, hard as stone, against her mound.

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“Horny much, Brian?” Trey cal ed as he passed them. “Jesus Christ, dude.”

Brian removed his hand from Myrna’s thigh long enough to flip off Trey.

Trey pressed up against Brian’s back. “Don’t offer if you don’t plan to put out,” he said in his ear and gave its lobe a playful nip. Brian elbowed Trey in the gut and he backed off. Brian tore his mouth from Myrna’s and looked down at her flushed skin. Her glazed eyes. Swol en lips. She looked as turned on as he felt. They needed to get to the bus. Stat.

“Great show, Jace,” Eric said as the two of them passed.

Brian glanced over his shoulder. Jace was grinning ear-to-ear. “Thanks.”

“Someone else seemed to have their head up their ass tonight.” Eric swiveled his head to glare at Brian. “Yeah, I mean you.”

“I think his head was up something else,” Trey said. “Myrna, you need to escort Master Sinclair to the nearest bedroom before he humiliates himself and comes down his leg in front of his friends.”

Myrna grasped the hand Brian had squeezing her thigh and squirmed from between his body and the speaker. “Fol ow me.”

Jace caught his arm. “Should I stop by in about ten minutes?”

Brian nodded slightly and pul ed free of Jace’s grip to fol ow Myrna to the tour bus. She ran most of the way. He scarcely got the bedroom door closed before she was against him, kissing him feverishly.

His plans to make love to her evaporated. He could only think of one thing. He had to thrust into her body. Bury his c**k in her slick, warm flesh. He couldn’t wait. She must have been of the same mind. Her hands were already releasing the fly of his jeans. When his c**k sprang free of his pants, she gripped it in one hand and shuddered violently.

“Oh God, Brian. Do me hard. Please.”

She didn’t need to beg, but he liked it. He backed her into the bed and she tumbled backward. They both struggled to get her skirt up. He scarcely comprehended that she had opted against panties, and only found himself grateful that it made it easier for him to find her. She spread her legs wide, resting on her elbows to arch her back.

He guided his c**k into her body, fil ing her with one violent, deep thrust. Her entire body spasmed as she came. Hard.

“Oh God. Oh God!” she screamed. She continued to shudder as he began to withdraw and thrust into her as hard as he could. He would fol ow her to bliss soon. The urgency to spil his seed inside her was already building. His breath hitched unexpectedly. He was closer than he thought. He didn’t have time to delight in his build-up toward release. His body stiffened and he erupted inside her. He rocked against her with a startled cry as he came, and then col apsed on top of her. He trembled uncontrol ably for several moments as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Myrna. Was that even thirty seconds?”

She touched his cheek tenderly and kissed him. “You never last long after a show.”

“Yeah, but that had to be some kind of world record.”

She shook her head. “You lasted longer than I did. I came as soon as you put it in.”

He chuckled. “You always make me feel better. Even when I’m terrible.”

She knocked his hat off his head and buried her fingers in his hair. “I wouldn’t say you were terrible. Just too excited before you started, but you can make it up to me. We’l try it again from the beginning.”

Before she could kiss him, there was a timid knock at the door. Jace. Brian smiled.

“I plan to make it up to you al night,” he said. “I hope you’re ready.”

“For what?”

“A special surprise.”

He pul ed out of her body, tucked his c**k in his pants and fastened his jeans. He admired her exposed thighs for a moment before tugging her skirt down to cover her.

Jace knocked again and Brian went to answer the door. Jace carried a huge suitcase into the room, set it on the floor and opened it. He pul ed out a chain.

“I’l set this up for you,” Jace said. “It’s important to get the length right.”

Brian glanced at Myrna. Her eyes were wide as she stretched her neck to peer into the suitcase.

“Don’t worry, honey. I don’t think he’l use half that stuff,” Jace said to her.

Her frightened gaze moved to Brian. “What are you going to do?”

“Ask you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

Jace climbed up on the bed. “Kneel right here, Myrna.”

She looked at the chain in Jace’s hand. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

She turned her attention back to Brian. “What are you going to do, then?”

“It’s a surprise,” Brian said. “But I promise you’l like it. Jace is just helping me set it up, that’s al .”

She hesitated, and then went to kneel beside Jace in the center of the bed.

“Lift your hands above your head.”

She obeyed.

“A little higher.”

Jace fastened the chain to a hook in the ceiling and then whispered something to her that Brian couldn’t hear. She looked slightly less pale when she lowered her arms to her sides. Jace hopped off the bed and returned to Brian’s side. From his suitcase, Jace pul ed a pair of leather cuffs that were lined with fleece. “Make sure you leave enough room for blood flow, and take her arms down from the hook occasional y or she’l lose circulation to her hands.” Brian was surprised by how much experience Jace had with this stuff. Jace retrieved a gag—a leather strap with a rubber bal —from his case of wicked delights.

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“When she starts crying and begging, you’l probably want to gag her so you don’t give in to her pleas.”

Brian wasn’t going to gag her. “Crying and begging?”

“She’l break eventual y and be submissive to you forever.”

He glanced at Myrna, who was staring up at the chain and chewing a fingernail. “I like her not submissive.”

“Your loss.” Jace pul ed a candle out of the case and lit it. He set it on the dresser and pul ed a second candle from the case.

“Make sure you blow it out and let the melted wax cool a little before you pour it on her. You don’t want to burn her skin. You should probably avoid the flails. If you don’t know what you’re doing, you’l draw blood, but there are some paddles in here somewhere.” He rummaged around in the case. There were al kinds of things in there that Brian didn’t recognize.

“I’m starting to think there’s more to this than I realized.”

“Don’t be afraid to experiment, but be careful not to damage her trust. If she starts freaking out, you should stop what you’re doing and do something you know she likes for a while. Push her, but not too hard. You guys haven’t been together very long.”

Brian took a deep breath and nodded.

“Once you get her bound, blindfolded, and unable to hear anything but the music in her ears…” He pul ed an MP3 player out of his pocket and pressed it into Brian’s free hand. “…cal for me and I’l show you some techniques. She’l never know I’m there.”

“I’l cal you if I need you.”

Jace winked at him and cal ed to Myrna, “Have fun.”

Brian showed Jace to the door, closing it behind him, and then headed for the bed, hoping Myrna was as open-minded as he thought she was.

Chapter 24

Wary, Myrna watched Brian approach the bed. Her eyes moved to the camel-colored leather restraints in his hand and then to the chain suspended from the ceiling above her. She’d never been restrained before. She was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. She was, however, open to new experiences and wil ing to experiment with Brian.

“Before you start,” she said, “I want you to promise me you’l stop if I ask you to.”

“Jace said I should gag you when that happens.”

Her eyes widened and her heart began to race.

“But I’m not Jace,” Brian continued. “I’l stop if you ask me to stop. Do you trust me?”

She hesitated, her eyes dropping to the restraints again. “I think so.”

He walked around the edge of the bed and placed the restraints and an MP3 player on the nightstand. Empty handed, he crawled onto the bed with her. They knelt in the center of the mattress, facing each other. He took her hands in his and stared into her eyes. He stil had his stage makeup on, which reminded her how ***y he’d looked wailing on his guitar earlier. He seemed to realize she needed a moment to col ect herself. Her heart rate slowly returned to normal as they stared at each other silently. She leaned forward to kiss him. He took it as a signal to begin his latest assault on her senses and turned her chaste kiss into something deep and passionate. Her heart rate picked up again, but not from anxiety. He unbuttoned her suit jacket and pushed the garment from her shoulders. His fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse, unfastening the first two before he lost patience and ripped it apart at the chest. He squeezed her br**sts in his palms and then unfastened her bra’s front clasp. His mouth moved to her jaw, her throat, her ear. The fact that he was stil so worked up surprised her. He jerked her blouse and bra from her body and tossed the garments aside.

Brian removed her skirt next, fol owed by her garter belt and stockings. When he had her entirely naked, he reached for the restraints. Her apprehension returned. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. He could do anything to her and she wouldn’t be able to fight back.

“Are you okay?” After much fumbling, he got the first cuff fastened. “Is it too tight?”

She shook her head. “Brian, I’m not sure about this.”

The fastening of the second cuff didn’t take him as long. “About what?”

“Being restrained.”

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I do.”

“And I thought you liked to try new things.”

“I do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “No problem.”

“Good.” He pecked her on the lips, then stood and pul ed her arms up over her head. He hooked the chain between her wrists to the chain Jace had suspended from the ceiling. Her knees touched the bed, but she couldn’t rest her bu**ocks on her heels. Brian jumped off the bed and stared at her.

“You look real y ***y.” He reached behind her head and released the clip holding her hair in a loose knot. The long strands were stil damp from her earlier shower and felt chil y against her bare shoulders and back. Brian careful y arranged a strand over her shoulder to encircle her breast. When his fingers brushed against her nipple, her hands, suspended far above her head, clenched. Brian retrieved something from Jace’s open case and returned to her side to slide a thick, black mask over her eyes. She twisted her head to the side trying to avoid being blindfolded. “Don’t.”

“Everything wil be okay.” His face disappeared from view as he slid the blindfold in place. “God, that looks ***y, too. I’m starting to think I’m going to enjoy this as much as you wil .”

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Myrna wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy this at al . She didn’t like to feel helpless and that’s exactly how being restrained and blindfolded made her feel.

Next, he put something in her ears. The sound of Sinners music fil ed her head. He pul ed one of the ear buds out of her ear. “Is that too loud?”

“No. I like it loud.”

He kissed her lovingly. “I won’t hurt you.” He slapped her bare ass and she flinched. “Much.”

He put the ear bud back into her ear. She waited, her heart thudding with apprehension. What did he plan to do to her? She couldn’t see him or hear him or touch him. And she had glimpsed some of the instruments of torture in Jace’s case. Something warm and damp draped across her shoulders and around her neck under her chin. The scent of Brian’s body assailed her. She groaned and burrowed her nose in his sweat-damp T-shirt. His fingers brushed against her lower back and her body jerked. Deprived of sight, her other senses were heightened. His guitar playing had never sounded so exciting, his scent drove her to distraction, and the gentle brush of his fingers fired a hundred pleasure sensors in her skin. Knowing she couldn’t touch him made her want to touch him that much more. Maybe she was going to like this game after al . Something brushed across the underside of her breast. Soft. Light. A feather? She concentrated on sensation, trying to understand what she felt. The feather brushed along her rib cage, down her bel y and then up the other side. She shuddered, a soft groan erupting from between her lips. Something clamped down hard on her nipple, bordering on pain, but definitely pleasurable. Now the other nipple. Her body trembled as the gentle brush of the feather contrasted with the pinching pain centered at both ni**les. Clothespins?

The pinching device on her left nipple was removed, leaving it tender and aroused. Brian soothed the ache with his lips and tongue. She groaned and tugged on the restraints above her head. “Please, the other now.”

He moved away and clamped her left nipple again. She gasped in frustration. Something cool and smooth moved across her back between her shoulder blades. A piece of fabric? Satin maybe. The smooth material moved down her spine and over her buttock. A sharp sting assaulted her other ass cheek. She cried out in surprise. He spanked her again. Not with his hand. She decided he had a paddle. She wondered how he was able to remove objects from the case so fast. She started *****spect they weren’t alone. But who?

“Jace?” she whispered suspiciously.

Brian moved behind her, the length of his body pressing against hers. She could feel his naked chest against her back and the rough fabric of his jeans against her bu**ocks. He pul ed an ear bud out of her ear. “It’s just me. Are you stil okay?”

“Yeah. This is exciting. Don’t stop yet.”

“I won’t until you tel me to.”

He replaced her ear bud and released her ni**les from their harsh pinching. A few seconds later, something cold and wet brushed against both ni**les. Water dripped down the underside of her br**sts as the ice melted between his fingers and her skin. He rubbed a frigid trail down her body, circling her navel and then moving further down. When he brushed the hot swol en flesh between her legs, she shuddered against him. He stimulated her clit only briefly before sliding the ice cube inside her vagina with his fingers. Her thighs clamped over his hand, holding it in place.

A moment later he spanked her with the paddle and, surprised, she released his hand. He left the ice inside her and backed away. Cool water dripped down her inner thigh as the ice melted. Something hot burned a trail over her lower back.

“Ah!” she gasped, twisting away from the heat. It was very hot but didn’t burn for long. The smel of paraffin alerted her to his current antics. A second splash of hot wax dripped over her thigh.

The bus rocked forward. They were on the road again. She wondered fleetingly if anyone had found her car, but lost the thought as another piece of ice trailed over her skin, beside the hardening wax on her thigh. Brian’s thumb touched her chin. When she opened her mouth, he put something on her tongue. A sweet square of chocolate melted in her mouth. She turned her head to inhale Brian’s scent on the T-shirt stil draped over her shoulders. One of Brian’s best solos now played in her ear. She protested when he tugged the ear bud out of her ear again. She enjoyed being completely immersed in the man’s musical genius.

“Are your arms getting tired?” he asked, his low voice next to her ear. His breath stirred the fine hairs resting against her neck and she shuddered.

Actual y, she couldn’t feel her fingers, but she didn’t much care. “If I say yes, wil you stop?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head vigorously. “Not at al .”

His soft chuckle caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She was so aware of him that everything he did was a turn on.

“I was just going to take your arms down for a few minutes so you can rest them. I don’t plan on stopping until the sun comes up.”

“Okay.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her to rise off her knees. The chain suspending her hands above her head came free.

“Lie on your bel y.”

Disoriented, she felt the mattress in front of her with her hands so she didn’t do a face plant off the end of the bed. When she was lying face down, he pul ed her right arm out to the side and fastened it down by the restraint cuff.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

He secured her other arm, and then clamped something around her ankle. She tried to lift her leg, but could scarcely move it. He secured her other leg, so she lay spread eagle on her stomach without an inch of play in any of her restraints.

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“Uh, Brian,” she said, her heart drumming with a mixture of excitement and fear. “I can’t move.”

“That’s the idea.” He returned the ear bud to her ear.

He left her like that for what seemed like an eon, her nerves suspended on a knife’s edge. She turned her face into his sweaty shirt, stil tangled around her neck. She breathed in his scent and wriggled her hips, squirming to try to al eviate the throbbing between her thighs. There was a sharp sting on her bu**ocks and she went stil , panting for no good reason. The mattress sagged beside her. She could sense him near her left side even though he wasn’t touching her. Something wet trickled down the center of her back.

She tensed.

He spanked her.

She gasped. Forced herself to relax.

His hands moved across her back to spread the liquid into her skin. The heels of his palms massaged her muscles while his fingers gently caressed her. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down slowly. When he reached her lower back, he straddled her thighs. She could feel the crinkly hairs of his legs brush the backs of hers. Was he naked? Did that mean he would take her soon? God, she hoped so. His hands moved lower, over her bu**ocks. After her spanking, his hands massaging her ass felt amazing. His thumbs brushed against her anus with each circular motion. She could feel the animal-like sounds coming from her throat, but she could scarcely hear them over the music.

She fought her arm restraints, straining towards him, lifting her hips off the bed as high as she could in the hopes that he’d penetrate her. Her muscles felt like warm butter, making the unrelenting ache between her thighs unbearable. He stopped massaging her. The sting of the paddle on her soothed ass cheek was a total shock to her system. She couldn’t take any more of this.

“Please, Brian,” she sobbed. “Please take me. Please.”

He moved away. The mattress rose beneath her as he left the bed.

“No! Don’t leave me like this, you jerk!”

She fought her restraints until she exhausted herself and fel stil , breathing hard from her fruitless exertions. He returned to her then, sitting on the backs of her thighs. She could feel his rock hard c**k resting against the crack of her ass. So it turned him on to torture her, did it? See if she ever let him f**k her again after this was over. Or better yet, she’d give him the same treatment and see how he liked it.

Probably not half as much as she did.

She groaned.

His hands trailed lightly over the skin of her back. From what she could decipher, he wore two different gloves. One hand was smooth as satin as it brushed over her skin, the other rougher, more like a loofah sponge. His dichotomous gloves moved rapidly over her back and sides. A much different stimulation than his soothing massage. Invigorating. Maddening. When his hands dipped under her body to caress her hipbones and bel y, she shuddered violently.

“Ah God, you’re driving me insane,” she said.

She felt his lips against her shoulder and then he began to rub his c**k up and down the crack of her ass while he stroked her skin—smooth touch one side, rough on the other. She dug her toes into the mattress and rocked with him, wishing he’d stop teasing her and just thrust into her. She was so hot and wet, she knew she’d come the second he claimed her.

“Put it inside me,” she pleaded. “Just for a minute.”

He moved away again.

She growled in frustration. A moment later, islands of cold spotted across her back. Ice again. But this time he just set the little cubes in various locations and left them there to melt. He placed them down the backs of her thighs, knees and calves as wel , and then took a cube and ran it down the crack of her ass, rubbed it over her anus, around her vaginal opening, and final y her clit. He slid it inside her, pushing it deep with his finger. He repeated the treatment with a second ice cube, and a third. Those stil resting on her skin formed cool pools and dripped water down her sides and the center of her back. The ice inside of her was melting as wel and dripping cold liquid over her hot, swol en clit. He unexpectedly shifted between her legs and then fil ed her with one savage thrust. She cried out. “Oh God yes, thank you,” she panted. “Thank you.”

He thrust into her more shal owly, once, twice, three times and then pul ed out. A gush of cold water bathed her aching genitals. She shuddered. He thrust into her again and rested his face on her back, rubbing it against her as if trying to control himself. He pul ed out again and left the bed.

“Okay, Brian, we can finish now. Let me loose.”

She felt one arm restraint come loose from the bed and then the other. She rose up to her knees and reached for him. He surprised her by fastening her wrists together again and stretching them above her head to hook her to the ceiling.

“I said let me loose. You promised you would if I asked.”

He put something minty in her mouth and then pul ed the blindfold up to her forehead. She blinked against the bright light in the room. She’d had no idea every light in the room was on. When her eyes adjusted, she decided she might climax from just looking at him in his present con***ion. His eyes were glazed, hair sticking to the side of his face with sweat. He knelt in front of her on the bed, his engorged c**k jutting out between them. She spread her legs as much as she could, seeing as they were stil restrained to the bed at the ankle. She wrapped her hands around the chain and pul ed her knees off the bed. This would be an exciting position. She couldn’t wait for him to thrust up inside her.

He fil ed the palm of his hand with oil and rubbed it over his c**k from base to tip. Apparently, he didn’t realize she was already dripping wet.

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He continued to caress his ****, base to tip, tip to base, base to tip. Faster now. She couldn’t stop watching as he stroked himself. The throb between her thighs was painful. Agonizing. She released the chain and drew her legs closer together, squirming as she tried to stimulate her clit and give herself some much needed relief. It was no use. Her gaze shifted to his face. His head was tilted back, mouth open, expression taut with impending release. His chest rose and fel with heavy breaths.

His hand moved faster now. Faster over the head of his ****. Faster. He tensed and shuddered as he came—three glorious spurts splashed over her bel y and chest. It had to be the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life. A spasm clenched her insides with a less-than-satisfying orgasm of her own.

Brian sat there for a moment, col ecting his breath, and then leaned forward. He licked the cum from her bel y and then rose up to kiss her deeply. She licked his tongue, greedy for the taste of him. He lowered her blindfold again.

“Brian?” she whispered when he broke their kiss.

He tugged the ear bud out of her ear. “Yeah, baby?”

“If I wanted to restrain you, would you let me?”

He chuckled. “You know I would. Do you want to switch places now?”

She smiled. Jeremy would have never even considered al owing her to have total control. Brian was so different than that frigid bastard. That Brian would be wil ing *****bmit to her without any hesitation had her thinking of al sorts of things she wanted to do to him. But for now, she wanted him to continue. She was enjoying this far too much to want it to end just yet. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“I’l look forward to it,” he growled into her ear and then settled the ear bud back in place.

Chapter 25

The bus lurched to a sudden halt, sending empty beer cans scuttling over Myrna’s sandals. Something thick and gooey spil ed from one of the cans and trickled between her toes. She retched and jumped from the bench, slipping with her first step and sticking to the floor on her second. She’d had enough! She stomped over to where the guys sat perched on a pile of dirty clothes playing a video game in the living area. There was a sofa under that mountain of filth somewhere. Myrna planted her fists on her hips and glanced from one band member to the next. “Al right, guys. Some things need to change around here.”

Four pairs of eyes turned toward Brian. Control your chick, they seemed to say. She pointed to her foot. “Would someone like to tel me what just dripped out of a beer can onto my foot?”

“A loogie?” Trey guessed.

“As in phlegm?” Myra sputtered. “Oh. My. God.”

Brian tossed her a dirty shirt, which smel ed like ass, and she used it to wipe the slimy mess off her foot. It wouldn’t surprise her to see one of the guys wearing that very shirt the next day.

“This place is disgusting,” she said. “The five of you are going to clean this bus from top to bottom and it’s going to stay clean or I’m going to smother every last one of you in your sleep.” She kicked a beer can out of her path.

“Myr—” Sed began.

She lifted her hand to silence him. “We’re going to start with that disgusting refrigerator. Al that moldy takeout food has to go. And then I’m going shopping for some real food. I am sick of fast food.”

At the mention of food, the guys’ expressions shifted from abject horror to mild interest.

“Real food?” Jace whispered, as if they were speaking a foreign language he’d never heard.

“Yeah, real food. Meat, vegetables, pasta, fruit, liquid milk. I don’t mind cooking for al of you, and the roadies too, but you guys wil clean this bus and keep it clean. I can’t live like this anymore.”

“Yes, mommy,” Eric said. “Wil you spank my tushie if I’m a bad boy?”

He stood, turned around, and presented his butt to her.

“I’l only spank your tushie,if you’re a good boy, Eric Sticks,” she said, “which I think is pretty much never.”

Eric’s lower lip protruded in an exaggerated pout.

She pul ed a black garbage bag out of a drawer and tossed it at Jace. He caught it, blinking hard as he always did when something surprised him.

“Everything goes,” she said.

“Except the beer,” Sed said.

“Put your beer on the other bus. Keep your party pigsty over there. Over here, we’l have a peaceful, clean home.”

“This is bul ****,” Sed said. He looked at Brian. “Dude…”

“I think it’s a good idea,” Brian said.

“Me, too,” said Trey. “Wil you spank me if I’m good, Myrna?”

She smiled at him. “You’re always good, Trey.”

Everyone laughed at her false statement, except Jace. Jace was already braving the refrigerator. Without a hazmat suit. He tossed things in the garbage bag without even looking at them. Sed rescued the beer, setting bottles and cans al along the stained and cluttered counter.

Myrna touched Sed’s arm. “I hope you don’t mind me bossing your boys around.”

He grinned crookedly, showing a dimple. She’d forgotten he had dimples. He didn’t smile that broadly often. “They do miss their mommies sometimes. I’d love a home cooked meal, to be honest.”

“Then you get to pick the first one. Assuming I can cook it.”

“Pork chops,” he said.

“And mashed potatoes!” Trey cal ed, helping Jace empty the refrigerator. He opened the freezer, cringed and closed it again.