Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (18 page)

“This wil be fun.” She grinned at him and then closed her visor.

Brian put on a helmet and climbed on the bike. God, he looked hot straddling the big machine. The Harley roared to life, rumbling through Myrna’s entire body as he revved the engine. He held her hand while she climbed up on the bike behind him. She had to hike her skirt to the top of her thighs to sit. Her garters showed on both sides, but there was nothing she could do about it. Brian’s hand gripped the bare skin above her white, lace-trimmed stocking.

“I should have cal ed a cab!” he shouted over the roaring engine.

“No, you should not have! This is great! Let’s go!”

“If you say so.”

He turned the bike out of the parking spot and, once in the exit lane, took off like a shot. She held on tight, molding herself to his back with a satisfied sigh. Her free hand splayed over his black T-shirt and the hard muscles of his chest underneath. She couldn’t think of any place in the world she’d rather be at that moment.

They exited the parking garage and took a ramp to a city street. She assumed he avoided I-5 for her benefit. The sun settled beneath the western horizon as an orange haze. Streetlights flickered on as they traveled a main street through the city.

The blowing breeze made the outsides of Myrna’s thighs sting with cold, but Brian’s hips between her thighs kept the insides plenty warm. Passing cars slowed to gawk at them. Hanging out the windows of a compact car, a group of young men wolf-whistled at Myrna’s exposed garters. When they honked and waved, she waved back.

Passing women glared. She didn’t care.

Brian stopped at a stoplight. “It’s at least another fifteen miles,” he said. “Wil you be okay back there? We can stop somewhere and buy you some warmer clothes.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m suffering, baby. My bal s are starting to ache like you would not believe.”

Holding his hat over his lap with one hand, she moved her other hand to his crotch. His cock hardened instantly and his body stiffened. The light turned green. He took off like a shot, the bike rumbling beneath them.

“Don’t speed. We might get pul ed over!” she shouted. “Then it wil take longer to get there.”

He slowed down to the speed limit. Her hand continued to stroke him through his leather pants. He took one hand off the handlebars long enough to unfasten his fly and free his cock. Beneath the hat, Myrna’s free hand circled his hot, engorged flesh and stroked its length steadily. The smooth skin felt like satin beneath her fingers. She didn’t know how he managed to concentrate on driving.

Another red light.

He stopped and put his feet down on the pavement. She could barely hear his groans of pleasure over the roar of the motorcycle as she stroked the head of his cock faster and faster. Faster. Faster. His head fel back and his body stiffened in front of her. Hot cum spurted between her fingers and into his hat. He revved the engine as he cried out hoarsely.

The light turned green. Besides the occasional shudder, Brian didn’t move. Someone behind them honked. He took several deep breaths. “Could you put that away for me, Myr?”

“Aw, but it’s so fun to play with.” She grinned and tucked his slackening cock back into his pants.

“Thanks, baby. I feel much better now.”

“Wel , I don’t. I’m al worked up again. Are we going to sit here al day?”

He glanced up at the green light. It turned yel ow. He sped forward, laughing. “That wil teach them to honk at me when I’m coming at a red light.”

“I think you’re going to have to throw this hat away,” she said, wiping her fingers on the inner lining.

“Fuck that. I’m framing it and hanging it on the wal . Right next to my gold album.”

By the time they reached the stadium, Myrna was shivering. She was grateful that Brian had lent her his jacket. She’d have frozen to death if he hadn’t.

Brian circled around to the back of the stadium where a pair of silver and black tour buses were parked. He pul ed up to the side of one of the buses, shut off the bike, and closed the fly of his pants.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” he asked.

She couldn’t lie through chattering teeth.

His warm hand brushed against her ice-cold outer thigh. “You’re freezing!”

He helped her off the bike. She tugged her skirt down her thighs. That helped warm her quite a bit. She took off her helmet and handed it to him. He removed her purse from the compartment and stowed the helmet inside. He took his helmet off as wel and looked at her apologetical y.

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I real y should have cal ed a cab.”

She smiled and shook her head. “But I had fun. Honest.”

“Not half as much as I did.” He exchanged her purse for his hat and moved to put it on his head.

“Wait!”

He grinned at her. “Just kidding.”

She laughed and swatted him.

“I’l make Eric wear it. Shhhhh….” He held a finger to his lips, looking devious. And gorgeous. She laughed as he drew her against him, holding her close. “You’re so much fun, Myrna. Do you know that?”

She shook her head. “I’m an old lady.”

“My old lady.”

He kissed her and she forgot to deny that she was his.

The tour bus door opened. “Did you find her?” Jace cal ed from the door.

“Nope,” Brian said. “I had to settle for this old lady I found at the airport.”

Myrna slugged Brian in the gut. “Hi, Jace. I love your motorcycle.”

“You rode it in that?” he asked, eyes wide as he took in her attire.

“She looked hot!” Brian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the bus.

“But she feels cold.”

“We’l take care of that right now,” Brian murmured into her ear. He handed his hat to Jace as they passed him. “Give this to Eric.”

“Your lucky hat?”

“It’s real y lucky now.”

“I’l keep it.” He started to flip it on his head, but Myrna grabbed it.

“You don’t want to wear this hat, Jace. Trust me.”

“Why not?”

Brian patted Jace’s cheek smartly. “Listen to Myrna, Jace. You’re a nice kid. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get cum out of a lucky hat?”

His nose wrinkled. “Why is there… Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“Brian says tel ing you I’m not wearing any panties is thanks enough for the ride,” Myrna said.

Jace’s eyes widened to unnatural proportions.

“But I think I owe you a better thank you.” She kissed his cheek. He was at least five years younger than Brian and the rest of the band. She didn’t typical y go for men who were in kindergarten when she was graduating high school. She hoped her little kiss didn’t give him nightmares.

He swal owed hard. “You can borrow it any time, Myrna.”

“You’re sweet.”

Jace chuckled. “That’s what al the ladies think. At first.”

Brian tugged her toward the bus steps. “Don’t fal into his trap, Myrna. You might not survive the experience.”

Myrna climbed the steep stairs and entered the bus. The visible common area was quite roomy. And messy. A bachelor pad on wheels.

“Eric,” Brian bel owed into the cabin. “You were supposed to clean this place up, loser.”

Eric poked his head out of a door near the end of a narrow hal way. “I’m scrubbing the toilet, dude. Is she here already?”

Myrna set her purse on a counter and looked down at Brian’s leather jacket, unzipping it with more concentration than required. A warm blush spread up her face. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Eric. Would she ever be able to look at him without getting embarrassed? He never mentioned watching Brian make love to her. It probably wasn’t a big deal to him, but it was to her. She tugged Brian’s jacket off and handed it to him. He tossed it onto the couch.

“She’s here!” Eric loped down the hal and grabbed Myrna in an enthusiastic embrace, spinning her around dizzily. “You look gorgeous, Professor Sex.” He kissed her cheeks with loud smacking sounds.

She laughed. “You’re in a good mood.”

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “We’re al happy. Maybe Brian wil stop bitching now that you’re here. He’s been on the rag since you left.”

“I heard that, Sticks,” Brian said.

Jace closed the door and walked into the room. “Hey, Eric. Brian said you could have his lucky hat for cleaning up the bus.”

“Cool!”

Eric squeezed past Myrna and Brian and grabbed the hat out of Jace’s hand. He crammed it onto his head and the other three bus occupants burst out laughing.

Eric looked from one person to the next. “What?”

“You look like an ass is al ,” Brian said.

“You look cool when you wear it, but I look like an ass?”

Brian nodded with his lips pursed. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Jace fel onto the sofa, clutching his side as he laughed.

Eric jumped on him and grabbed him in a headlock. “What is so funny?”

Jace choked and struggled as he attempted to get out of Eric’s grasp.

“Do you want to die, Little Man?” Eric asked. “What are you laughing about?”

“I’m… not laugh—” Jace gasped. “Laughing at… you.”

“You better not be.”

Eric released Jace, who sat up on the couch scowling and rubbing his red neck. It must suck to be the youngest and smal est member of this testosterone-laden group. Myrna winked at Jace and he grinned. Behind Eric’s back, Jace pointed at the hat repeatedly with a huge smile on his face and his tongue hanging out.

“Where’s Sed?” Brian asked.

“He took a couple of chicks to the other bus,” Eric said.

“And you aren’t filming it?”

“I was scrubbing the toilet.”

“Right. Where’s Trey?”

“I think he took his boy toy to a tattoo parlor.”

“That leaves the bedroom free.” Brian took Myrna’s hand and tugged her to the back of the bus. “Later, dudes. Do not disturb.”

“Don’t leave me alone with Sticks!” Jace complained.

Eric grabbed him in a headlock again. “Have fun, kiddies, I’m going to kick Little Man’s ass now.”

“Eric,” Myrna cal ed, as Brian opened the door at the end of the hal . “I think that hat looks real y good on you. And you know…

payback is always a bitch.” He’d probably never figure out that she was referring to having cum in his hair as payback to that time he’d jacked-off into hers.

“What?” Eric gave her an odd look, but Brian pul ed her into the tiny room and closed the door before she could respond.

“Wil Jace be okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, he’s used to us bustin’ his ass.”

She scowled. “That’s not nice.”

“Sed usual y keeps Eric in check, but Jace is so grateful for this gig he takes Eric’s crap. I think it’s because he hasn’t been with us since the beginning.”

“That shouldn’t matter. He’s a great bassist.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand how guys think.”

“No one denies that he’s an excel ent musician, but he has to earn respect as one of the guys. No one is going to hand it to him.

Until Jace kicks the shit out of Eric, Eric wil torment him. That’s just how he is.” Brian removed the clip from Myrna’s hair, al owing the long locks to tumble free over her shoulders. “Why are we talking about this?”

Hel , she didn’t know. She felt protective of Jace for some strange reason.

“We should talk about how cold my legs are instead.”

She stared up at him while his fingers unfastened the buttons of her suit jacket. He kissed her temple, jaw, neck, as he brushed her jacket from her shoulders. Her eyes drifted close. She felt warmer already.

Brian stroked her bare arms with his knuckles, his open mouth sucking the flesh under her ear. She tugged his T-shirt out of the waistband of his pants, and he helped her pul it off over his head. She kept her eyes closed as she explored the hard muscles of his chest and arms with her hands. Her arms circled his body. He drew her against him, hands stroking her back soothingly. She rested her ear against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. He held her there for a long while, one hand stroking the white, satin camisole across her back, the other gently massaging her scalp.

His heart rate picked up beneath her ear. She smiled. “What are you thinking?”

He hugged her closer. “It’s emotional. You wouldn’t approve.”

“Don’t be that way. I want to know.”

“I’l tel you later.” His hand moved to the zipper of her skirt. The garment landed in a puddle at her feet. She kicked it aside.

He drew her camisole over her head, leaving her in her bra, garters, stockings, and high heels. Her panties were stil in his pocket. He took her hands and held her arms away from her sides, stepping back so he could get a good look at her.

He grinned deviously. “You do know how to get a man in the mood, Professor. I wondered what you had on under that conservative suit. Even better than I imagined.”

She flushed with pleasure. “I always wonder why I buy fril y underwear when no one ever gets to see it but me.”

“I’m seeing it. It’s very nice. Feminine. Sexy.”

He scooped her up into his arms and she gasped in surprise. Kneeling on the bed, he crawled up the mattress, carrying her along with him. Her shoes tumbled off the end of the bed with a clatter. He gently laid her on top of the comforter and stretched out beside her, brushing the skin of her lower bel y with the back of his hand. She shivered.

His finger traced the edge of her white, lacy bra. “So no one gets to see your underwear?” He grinned. Smugly.

“Not recently,” she said. “Present company being the exception.”

He kissed her passionately, his hand cupping her breast over her bra. When his mouth drew away, he whispered, “Let’s keep it that way.”

When she didn’t deny the logic of the idea, he smiled.

“Of course, the rest of your band has seen me naked,” she reminded him.

“But it didn’t mean anything.”

Her legs started to tingle as warmth sank into her flesh. She reached for the edge of the comforter and folded it over herself.

“You’re stil cold, aren’t you?”

She nodded, shivering slightly. He climbed from the bed, removed his boots and pants, and then climbed between the sheets in his boxers and socks. He held the covers up and she crawled beneath them with him. Brian spooned against her back and draped a leg over hers, cocooning her in his warmth. When she shuddered with cold, he tucked the heavy comforter under her chin.