Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (42 page)

“You do this to me, Brian. Only you.” She kissed a trail along the hard angle of his cheekbone and found his mouth. She shifted her body so that his hand was between her thighs. He didn’t move his fingers to touch her though he must feel her heat, her moisture, her need.

“Touch me,” she panted into his mouth.

When he didn’t comply, she tugged her mouth away from his and reached between her legs, guiding his fingers into her body.

She rocked her hips against his hand, burying his fingers deeper.

“You’re just not very good at this tenderness stuff, are you?”

She looked down at him and cringed. She’d lost her intent in her own excitement. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to pretend I don’t like that I turn you on so much you shove my fingers inside your body. It’s hot.” He twisted his hand slightly and she shuddered. He pul ed his hand away. “Finish what you were doing. I’l fuck you good and hard when you’re finished.

That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, hard. And fast. Gentle. Slow. I want it al as long as it involves your neglected cock.”

But she couldn’t neglect it any longer. She turned and slid down the length of his body, bel y-to-bel y but upside down. She took his shaft in her hand and licked its head.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured.

He grabbed her hips and lifted his head to rub his chin against her clit. She gasped and sucked him into her mouth. His tongue traced the emptiness at her core, drawing her attention to the vacant feeling inside until she couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

She had to have him. Needed what he gave her. What she could never get enough of. Him.

She released his cock from her mouth and slid down his body, straddling his hips. She didn’t turn to face him, but guided his cock into her body backwards and sank down, driving him deep.

Whore,
Jeremy’s voice whispered through her thoughts.

She hesitated. Brian gasped and tilted his hips to drive himself deeper stil . His fingers ran down the center of her back and she arched backward, her long hair trailing over his chest.

You like that, don’t you, whore?

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Feels good.”

Brian shifted beneath her and she glanced over her shoulder to find him propped up on his elbows, gazing down where their bodies were joined. She smiled and reached down to massage his bal s gently. She rode him slowly, trying to remember he wanted tenderness from her.

He slid a finger up her ass and she gasped, pausing as he plunged it in and out of her several times. “Oh,” she gasped.

“Do you like that?”

“Yeah.”

Filthy whore.

She rubbed her ear against her shoulder, hoping to silence Jeremy’s ever-present criticism. Brian pul ed his finger out and she heard the side table drawer open, fol owed by the hum of a vibrator. He placed a hand on her back to ease her upward and then careful y slid a slender vibrator up her ass. She shuddered.

“Ah,” he gasped, his head dropping back to the bed. “I can feel it inside you, vibrating against my cock.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. He was biting his lip, his head tilted back in sensual abandon. “Does it feel good?”

“Oh yeah,” he gasped. His bel y clenched as his back arched in ecstasy. “Ride me, sweetheart. Oh God, don’t sit stil .”

“I want to watch your face.”

His cock fel free of her body as she turned to face him. He grabbed her hips eagerly as she took him inside again. The vibrator drove her crazy. She rode him fast, rubbing his cock up and down the vibration with each penetration. It felt amazing, but watching his response was far more stimulating. He gripped the bedclothes beneath him, writhing in time to her movement.

He grabbed her hips to stil her. “God, baby. We have to take that out or I’m going to explode. Like, immediately.”

She took his wrists and pinned them to either side of his head. She began to rise and fal over him again, moving fast to drive him over the brink. She cried out as an orgasm shook her unexpectedly.

“Oh wow,” she gasped.

She released Brian’s wrist and pressed her fingers against her clit to try to calm herself so she could finish him. She rode him even faster, until he was cal ing her name each time their bodies came together. A muscle in his cheek began to twitch. It always twitched when he was close.
Almost, baby. Just let go.
There was nothing sexier than watching this man come, and though she’d seen it dozens of times, she never tired of it.

He’s a whore, too,
Jeremy’s voice said.

Yeah, he was. And she wouldn’t want him any other way.

Brian’s head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. He gasped. His face contorted with ecstasy and then his entire body went rigid. He shuddered, crying out hoarsely, as his fingers gripped the covers beneath him.

Perfect. The man was perfect. Perfect for her. And she loved him.

She
loved
him.

She did.

How could she not?

She needed to tel him.

Needed to say it.
I love you, Brian.
Her heart stuttered and then raced. Perhaps she’d find the courage to tel him tomorrow.

Or next year.

Brian’s body relaxed, but he began to twitch uncontrol ably. He lifted her away by her hips. “That’s a bit much,” he whispered. “I can’t stand it.”

She giggled and removed the vibrator from her body. “I think you liked it.”

“I liked it too much.” He reached for a score sheet and jotted down a single line of chords. “Jace wil be pleased with our naughtiness.” He tossed the music aside and drew her against his body.

“Not as pleased as I am.”

“God, that was fucking fantastic, wasn’t it?”

She nodded in agreement.

He kissed her tenderly, stroking her bare arm. “Now I’m sleepy,” he murmured.

“Take a nap. I’l be here when you wake up. We’l try that tenderness thing again.” She smiled. “I’l get it right eventual y, though it might take me a few hundred attempts.”

He chuckled sleepily and tucked her body against his. “Practice makes perfect, baby.”

She lay there listening to him breathe as she blinked languidly.

“I love you, Myrna,” he whispered, just before he drifted off to sleep. “I real y do… love… you…”

Her breath caught. He
loved
her? Somehow, she knew he did, but until he’d said the words, it hadn’t felt real.

Her heart lodged in her throat, Myrna watched Brian sleep for several minutes. She touched his face tenderly and kissed his cheek. Maybe she could say it while he was asleep. Just to try out the words for the first time. “I love you, too,” she whispered.

His eyes flipped open.

He was awake? Shit.
Shit!
Now there was no taking it back.

His smile spread ear-to-ear. He looked as giddy as one of his fan girls. “Did you just say that you love me?”

She opened her mouth to deny it, but nodded instead. “I think I’ve been waiting for you to tel me,” she whispered, “and I was too afraid to say it first.”

“You’ve been waiting for
me
to say it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I just realized…”

He laughed and kissed her gently with tears in his eyes. “I was afraid I’d chase you away by tel ing you.”

“Ten minutes ago, you probably would have. But that was then. This is now.”

He hugged her against him. “Ah Myrna, I think I’ve loved you since I took my first breath.” He rubbed his lips against her forehead.

She tried swal owing her emotion, but it did no good. Her throat closed off. “I’m sorry it took me so long to recognize it,” she said breathlessly. “To say it.”

“If you were real y sorry, you’d say it again.” He cupped her cheek and leaned back to look her in the eyes. His thumb brushed across her lower lip.

She took a deep breath. “I love you, Brian. Master Sinclair. Brian… I love you.” She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again, her heart thudding in her chest. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”

He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. “Don’t be afraid, Myr. I love you more than I could ever put into words, but I won’t fail you. I promise. This love, our love, is forever.”

Forever with Brian? Yeah, she might be able to handle that.

She smiled, her fears dissipating. She trusted this man with her heart. Completely.

“You know,” he said, “we’l be in Nevada for a show next week. Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”

Staring into her future’s eyes, she grinned at him. Butterfly wings fluttered around her buoyant heart. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Acknowledgments

I honestly can’t imagine a world without music, and if such a world exists, I wouldn’t want to live there. So I offer heartfelt thanks to the hundreds of musicians who fil my world with magnificent, creative sound. I don’t think I could get through a day if I didn’t have music to touch my heart and soul in some way.

I’d like to thank my family for being understanding and patient when I’m in “the writing zone” and for never giving up on me or my dream. Their unending support and faith in my ability means more than they’l ever know. Sean, you’l always be my favorite guitar hero.

I’d like to thank my second readers, Sherilyn Winrose, Judi Fennel , and Kat Sheridan, for offering their excel ent, professional opinions and advice on this work. How many times did you read this manuscript, Sherilyn? I think you know it better than I do. And Judi, what can I say? You know the craft inside, outside, upside down and are always generous with that knowledge.

Kudos to my online writing group, The Writin’ Wombats. It’s been fun and sometimes heartbreaking to share our hardships and triumphs as both authors and friends over the years. I wouldn’t be where I am today without their knowledge, help, support, and occasional kicks in the pants. I raise a toast to our continued success and offer a virtual hug to any who are struggling.

Major thanks to my agent Jennifer Schober, who gets me through the business side of this and keeps me grounded. Trust me, I need that.

Final y, I’d like to thank my sensational editor Deb Werksman, her ever-helpful associate, Susie Benton, and al the folks at Sourcebooks who believed in a debut writer enough to give her a chance to live her dream.

About the Author

Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, Olivia Cunning attended her first Styx concert at age six and fel instantly in love with live music. She’s been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. She discovered her second love, romantic fiction, as a teen—first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own. She currently lives in Nebraska.