Текст книги "Rock Hard"
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Rock Hard
Sinners on Tour – 2
by
Olivia Cunning
Dedicated to the memory of Kurt Cobain whose talent and ingenuity inspired a generation of musicians, stirred the hearts and souls of innumerable fans, and convinced me that “a mosquito, my libido” are magnificent lyrics.
Chapter 1
Jessica was the happiest woman on the planet. Life could not have been more perfect. She snuck up behind Sed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his ear. “Hey, baby, guess what?”
“What?” he said absently.
She peeked around his shoulder to find him scowling at a stack of invoices.
“I got in!”
His scowl deepened in confusion. “You got in? Got in what?”
She pulled the acceptance letter from her back pocket and snapped it open in front of him. This would wipe the scowl from his gorgeous face.
While he read, she gazed at her recently acquired engagement ring. After all her hard work in school, her dreams were finally becoming a reality. Having a hunky rising-star rock vocalist as her fiancé was the frosting on her Pop Tart.
“Law school?” His deep voice rumbled through his back against her chest.
“Yeah. Isn’t it great? I’m so excited. We have to go out and celebrate.” She kissed his temple and squeezed him. “I’ll go put on a skirt. We’ll go sightseeing. I want you to make love to me on a crowded street. Maybe Rodeo Drive. Or Hollywood Boulevard. What do you think?”
“I can’t afford to put you through law school, Jess. I can’t even afford to fix the transmission in the fuckin’ tour bus.” He tossed her acceptance letter on his stack of invoices.
“Don’t worry.” She pulled out a second letter. Her financial aid award letter. “Scholarships, grants, waivers. I only have to come up with $3,000 a semester.”
Sed shoved his chair away from the table and went to open the banged-up refrigerator. Finding it empty, he closed it again. “I don’t have $3,000, Jessica.”
He didn’t get it. This was her dream. He was encouraged to pursue his. Why wasn’t she? Even though Sed’s band, Sinners, would probably never make it as big as their front man envisioned, she believed in him. Was it so much to ask that he believed in her, too?
“I don’t expect you to pay for it, Sed. I’ll find a way. I just want you to be happy for me. Congratulate me. Something. This is the most important thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. For a second, she was struck by how attractive he was. Those broad shoulders, bulging muscles, narrow hips. Black hair, blue eyes. A face that belonged in movies. And then he opened his mouth. “I’m the most important thing that’s ever happened to you. And you aren’t going.”
“What do you mean I’m not going?”
“You’re not going to law school. You’ll be far too busy keeping me entertained in the bedroom. When that gets boring, you’ll pop out five or six kids and take care of them while I tour with the band and make us all rich and famous.”
That was his big scheme for her life? Was he fucking kidding her? “I’ve dreamt of being a lawyer since I was a little girl, Sedric. I am going to law school. And you’re not telling me how to live my life.”
“If you want to be my wife, you’re not going. I forbid it.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “You did not just say that.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Then I don’t want to be your wife.”
He scoffed, looking amused. “You don’t mean that.”
That cocksure attitude of his—the one that had attracted her to him in the first place—made her grit her teeth. She yanked the ring off her finger and flung it at him. It hit him in the chest and he caught it against his body with his hand.
“There! Go hock that cheap piece of shit, fix your precious tour bus, and make yourself famous with your stupid band, you asshole.”
He stared at her in disbelief.
“We’re through, Sed.”
His blue eyes widened. “You’re breaking up with me?” For the first time in their four months together, Jessica saw a dent in his armor of self-assurance. “No one has ever broken up with me. Ever.”
Fuckin’ A, he totally missed the point. “What did you expect? That I’d be happy as your little toy?”
His cocky grin returned. “Well, aren’t you? You never complain in the bedroom.”
She had no complaints in the bedroom. Their bodies were made for each other. Their sexual appetites perfectly in sync. It was everything else that didn’t work between them. “I’m leaving, Sed.”
She hesitated. This was his last chance to make things right between them. All he had to do was admit he was wrong to try to control her life. Wrong to think of her as an object instead of a person. A person he supposedly loved enough to be his wife.
She waited. Wanting him. God, she always wanted him. As overbearing and arrogant as he was, she wanted him. She did not, however, need him.
“I don’t think you will.” He chuckled. “You’re not strong enough to leave me.”
Jessica snatched her acceptance letter off the table and proved him wrong.
Chapter 2
Jessica’s confident smile faded as the grade on her final paper burned its ugly red image onto her retina.
F.
An F?
She gulped air.
An F! Failure. Failurino. Failurocity. Failtacular. Failpendous. Epic… fail.
The note scrawled beneath Jessica’s inconceivable grade read, Perhaps next time you will consider completing your paper as assigned, Ms. Chase.
“Check it out,” the guy seated next to her said. He leaned way into her personal space and tapped his paper with the back of his fingertips. “The Ice Queen gave me an A minus. What did you get, Wonder Brain? The Pulitzer prize for best final paper evah?”
Jessica hurriedly stuffed her failing (failing?) paper into her leather folio. “They don’t give Pulitzers for that.”
“Duh. That was a joke. So, are you tired of rejecting me yet?”
She climbed from her chair, her knees shaky. An F? How? How? There had to be some mistake.
She headed toward the podium at the front of the room where Dr. Ellington stood. Ellington always looked perfectly put together. Her sleek blonde hair, cut in an ear-length bob, swayed slightly as she placed papers into her briefcase. Her trim navy blue skirt suit was worth more than Jessica’s car. Ellington might have been considered pretty if she didn’t look so shrewd. And intimidating.
Jessica gripped her portfolio tighter.
Someone grabbed Jessica’s arm. She turned to find the guy with the A minus looking down at her hopefully. Handsome and neat in his blue Polo shirt and Dockers, he raked a hand through his sandy brown hair. “Join me for coffee?”
“No, thank you.”
“A movie? Dinner?”
“No, uhh…” Her eyebrows drew together. “What’s your name again?”
His pretty-boy face fell. “Doug. I’ve sat next to you for four months and you don’t remember my name?”
Well, lots of guys sat next to her. She couldn’t be expected to remember their names when she had zero interest in them.
“Sorry. Doug. I can’t talk right now. I need to speak to Dr. Ellington about something important.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“Not interested.”
“Of course not. You’re never interested in anyone. You only date assholes, am I right?”
Her ex-fiancé’s image flittered through her mind’s eye. Sedric Lionheart definitely qualified as an asshole. But they’d split two years ago, so she no longer dated assholes. Or anyone, for that matter. “What kind of question is that?”
“Nice, smart, and beautiful.” He ticked his words off on three fingers. “The recipe for a woman who only dates assholes.”
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Then why do I keep turning you down?”
Doug winced and covered his heart with one hand. “Ouch. The beauty has claws.” He chuckled. “I’ll meet you outside.”
“Seriously, Doug, don’t bother.”
“I’ll wait.”
She shook his hand off her arm and continued to the podium. When Jessica stopped in front of Dr. Ellington, the woman smiled like a snake in bronze lipstick.
“Do you have a moment, professor? I’d like to talk to you about my grade.”
“Nothing to talk about, Chase.”
“I don’t understand how you could have…” Jessica swallowed and forced the next word out. “…failed me. My paper is good.” She straightened her spine, grasping for self-confidence she didn’t feel. “Excellent.”
Ellington shrugged. “Maybe, but as I clearly indicated, you didn’t follow directions.”
That wasn’t true. Exactly. “I dissected the assigned case. Reviewed all the court documents. The associated literature. Tackled the defense’s position and the plaintiff’s. Evaluated the verdict and the effects the case had on future cases.”
“You also determined that the defense took the wrong position and proceeded to rebuild the case in some egotistical attempt to prove you could win.”
Egotistical? Jessica opened her mouth. Closed it again. Took a gasping breath. “But the defense lost because they approached the case from the wrong standpoint. If they’d have followed my strategy—”
“Ms. Chase, you are a second year law student. Do you really think you can win a case that professional lawyers couldn’t?”
“Yes, actually, I do. If you’d take another look—”
Dr. Ellington lifted a hand to silence her. “The grade stands, Chase. You need a serious attitude adjustment.” She smiled coldly. “Have a nice summer.”
Jessica caught her arm. “Wait. I’ll rewrite it. Take out every reference to my alternate strategy.”
“You should have done it right the first time.” Ellington brushed her hand aside. “Your pack of male admirers is waiting for you.” She nodded toward the door. “Maybe they can help you with your little problem.”
Jessica glanced over her shoulder at the six or seven guys watching her from the doorway. What did they have to do with anything? She covered her forehead with one hand, fighting tears.
“Oh, don’t cry, pretty little Jessica.” Ellington gave her a pitying pout. “You wouldn’t want to make my day now, would you?” She scraped her briefcase off the podium and turned. She stopped abruptly so she didn’t careen into the Dean of Students, Dr. Taylor, who had just entered the door behind her.
Taylor kind of looked like Perry Mason, except, well, old. “Can I see you in my office for a few minutes?”
Ellington stiffened, lowered her head, and nodded.
Taylor then turned his attention to Jessica. “You look upset, Jessica. Everything okay?”
No, everything was decidedly not okay. She glanced at Dr. Ellington, somehow feeling it was wrong to complain about the woman’s grading practices to her boss. Maybe Jessica had deserved to fail. She hadn’t followed the assignment’s directions. Instead, she’d tried to impress her professor with her brilliant strategy. She’d obviously failed at that.
“Everything’s fine,” Jessica croaked.
“If you’d like to discuss something with me in private, my door is always open.”
Kind of him to offer, she thought. She glanced up at him to find him staring at her chest. He licked his lips as his eyes drifted up her throat and then back to her breasts. “Yes, my door is always open for you, Jessica Chase.”
Ellington grabbed his arm. “Let’s go have that meeting now.”
Dr. Taylor grinned. “Oh yes, our meeting.” He touched Jessica’s cheek. “Have a nice summer.”
Before Jessica could flinch away from his touch, he turned and strode toward the door with Ellington on his heels.
Jessica shuffled out of the building, the chattering of her following classmates background noise. She’d probably have to retake Ellington’s class next year. As a third-year student. The ultimate humiliation for the head of the class. Or she had been at the top of the class. Now? She was probably at the bottom.
As she stepped out of the building, she gazed up at Southern California’s hazy blue sky. The sun shone in complete contrast to the storm clouding her perspective.
“Jess!” Her roommate, Beth, also a law student, grabbed her in an enthusiastic hug. “Last day of classes. Ready to go celebrate?”
Jessica’s one female friend. The only person she had ever allowed herself to depend on. If it hadn’t been for Beth’s support, she’d probably still be crying herself to sleep over Sed every night. Jessica clung to Beth, fighting tears. Beth tugged her away and looked down at her, cupping her cheek gently.
“Oh no, something’s wrong. We need chocolate ice cream. Stat!”
Later, with a carton of chocolate ice cream between them on Jessica’s bed, Beth responded to the situation with appropriate best friend angst. “I read that paper. That was an A paper. An A plus paper. Ellington has it out for you or something. You should go to Dr. Taylor. Tell him what happened. Maybe he can help.”
Jessica shoveled another spoon of ice cream into her mouth, feeling marginally better with each gulp. “That guy is sleazy. All he does is stare at my breasts.”
“Everyone stares at your breasts, Jess.”
“I’m also the only student he knows by name.”
“You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“You’re gorgeous. You have guys falling all over themselves to be with you, yet you turn them all down. And how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
“You know I haven’t since—”
“You dumped that stupid prick you were engaged to.”
Jessica nodded. She didn’t understand why Sed still plagued her.
“Are you ever going to get over him?”
“I am over him.” She hated his fucking guts. Mostly because she missed him so much.
“Whatever, sweetie. Just who do you think wiped your tears every night for six months?”
“But I don’t cry over him anymore.”
Beth gave her a pitying look. “I know. I’m sorry I brought him up.” She slurped ice cream from her spoon. “Did you find a job yet?”
“No.” Which worried her. All the paying positions she’d tried to line up for the summer had fallen through. She could have her choice of unpaid internships, but she needed money and the job market sucked. “I’ve got to make at least $8,000 extra this summer. One of my scholarships was only renewable for two years. I have to replace that money somehow.”
“Just take out some loans.”
“I refuse to be in debt. You’ve seen my mother’s situation. I’ll never follow her path to financial ruin. Required to have a man to take care of me. No self-respect.” Jessica shoveled several spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth at the thought of her mother.
“I don’t think it’s quite the same, Jess. You’re paying for an education. What was she paying for?”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Breast implants. Nose job. Tanning. Body wraps. Lingerie. Things to land herself a rich husband.”
Beth chuckled. “Yet she married four losers.”
“Five, if you count the current loser.”
“See, no comparison. Just take out a loan and spend the summer on the beach.”
Jessica smiled. “You’re a bad influence, Beth.”
“The only way you’ll make that kind of cash in three months is illegally.” Beth got a reflective look on her face. “Or…”
“Why don’t I like the sound of that ‘or’?”
“My cousin, Aggie, works at a strip club called Paradise Found in Las Vegas.”
“A strip club? What does that have to do with me?”
“She makes a fortune, Jessica. With your looks and that body, you’ll have men throwing money at you by the handful.”
“No way in hell, Beth.”
“Why not? You were a natural when we took that pole dancing fitness class. The instructor said you should go pro. And I know you had fun. You liked it.”
Pole dancing was fun and she had liked it. Loved it, actually.
“Don’t you think exotic dancing will hurt my chances for respectable employment as a defense attorney?”
“Nope. Not really. Just use a stage name. No one will know.”
“Uh, duh, Beth, employment history is searchable under your social security number.”
“No one is going to care if you worked in a club while you were in college. Stop making excuses. Admit it. It’s a good idea.”
“It’s not gonna happen. Just drop it.”
“So I guess that means you’re staying with your mother and stepfather this summer.” Beth snorted with amusement. “That should be fun. How’s Ed?”
As a rule, Jessica tried not to think of her stepfather, Ed. The way he always stared at her with his protruding eyes. Accidentally touched her and rubbed up against her. Picked the bathroom door lock to catch her in the shower. Watched her sleep. Used her toothbrush “by mistake.” One time she’d caught him jacking off in her closet with her panties wrapped around his pathetic cock. Jessica shuddered. Ed was a good enough reason to avoid going home, but her mother’s inevitable “blame Jessica for my darling hubby’s weakness” position was too much to bear.
Jessica covered her churning stomach with one hand.
There was nothing wrong with exotic dancing, really. Perfectly legal. Great money. Potentially empowering. Maybe it was time for her physical gifts to give her something besides anxiety.
“Paradise Found, huh? Do you have Aggie’s number?”
Chapter 3
In the dimly lit bedroom of Sinners’ tour bus, Sed gazed down at the bombshell blonde. She pressed her unnaturally firm breast into his arm, a coy smile on her hot pink lips.
“But Sed, the show’s sold out.” She pouted and placed a presumptuous hand on his belly. “Don’t you have some extra tickets?” When he didn’t respond, her hand drifted toward the low waistband of his jeans.
These chicks were all the same.
“I might.” Sed rubbed his jaw. He needed to shave before they headed to the club for his lead guitarist’s bachelor party. He had a few minutes, though.
“Can I have them?”
“Depends. What will you give me in return?”
Her hand gripped his waistband and she jerked him toward her. “I’ll suck you off.”
They never offered to do his laundry.
Sed fished several condoms out of his pocket and examined them. “I’ve got cherry or piña colada flavored.”
“A condom?” She wrinkled her too-perfect-to-be-God-given nose at him. As hot as she was, with her bleached hair, bronze tan, and long pink fingernails, she radiated fake.
“I don’t know where your mouth’s been.”
She shrugged and grabbed a condom out of his hand. “Whatever.”
She opened the fly of his pants and freed his half-hard dick from its confines. By the time she unrolled the condom over his cock, he was rock hard.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so big,” she said in awe.
“Afraid you can’t take it?” he said, grinning crookedly.
“No, I think I want you to fuck me.”
“You think?”
She grabbed the base of his shaft and encircled its head with her bright pink lips. Overly plump lips. What did they call that shit they injected into them? Collagen?
At times like these, he missed Jessica. Jessica had been real.
The blonde on her knees drew Sed into the warm recess of her mouth, sucking gently. He closed his eyes, picturing Jessica’s face while Fake-n-bake sucked him. He placed a hand on the top of her head, finding her hair sticky with hair spray. He didn’t even know this chick’s name. She’d accosted him outside the tour bus only ten minutes ago, when he’d been backing Myrna’s ’57 Thunderbird off the trailer. Myrna was a sweetheart for letting them borrow her car to take her man to a strip club. Any other bride-to-be would have told them to walk.
The blonde pulled back, allowing Sed’s cock to spring free of her mouth. The fact that he could think indicated she couldn’t keep his interest. Few women did. He opened his eyes to find her staring up at him.
“Okay, now I know I want you to fuck me,” she said.
Sed checked the time on the clock radio beside the queen-sized bed. “I don’t have time. The guys are gonna want to leave in half an hour.”
“I don’t care if you hurry.”
She climbed to her feet and peeled her tank top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Didn’t need to. Her tits were firmer than the cantaloupes they resembled. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed. They looked good, but should be softer and yield to the palms of his hands. He pushed them together and released them, watching them settle back into place with minimal movement.
“Like I said, I only have half an hour,” he said.
“I don’t need foreplay.”
He honestly didn’t think he could get off with this chick. It could take hours.
“Hold on.” He opened the bedroom door. “Eric!” he called to the band’s drummer.
Eric stuck his head out of the bathroom. His hair was already fashioned into spikes along the center, short on one side, long on the other. The lock of hair that trailed down the side of his neck was currently dyed crimson red. Half of Eric’s lean face was covered with shaving cream; the other half, clean-shaven. He was practically ready to go, which meant Sed needed to hurry. The guys would be waiting for him and he wanted Brian’s last night as a bachelor to be memorable.
“What?” Eric asked.
“Are there any more groupies around? This chick wants me to fuck her.”
“Dude, we’re leaving soon. Just tell her no.”
“You don’t want to watch us?”
“No time.” Eric tapped his watch with the handle of his razor. “Come on. We have to hurry.”
The blonde leaned against Sed’s back, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her hand encircled his dick.
He should just tell her no, like Eric said, but he had this hard-on to contend with now. No sense in jacking off when he had warm and willing flesh at his disposal. “Thanks, Eric. For nothing.”
Eric shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom. Sed stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. A compromise. He turned to look at the blonde and found she’d become naked.
“I’ll fuck you for like fifteen minutes,” he said, “but then you’ll have to suck me off with some enthusiasm.”
“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?”
“With one chick? No.” Unless it was Jessica. He’d never had a problem finding satisfaction before he’d met her, but since she left him…
“All right. If you don’t come in fifteen minutes, I’ll suck you off. With enthusiasm,” she said, finger quoting “enthusiasm.”
He kicked off his pants and wrapped his hands around her narrow waist. “Are you wet?”
She grinned at him. “Fuck yeah, I’m wet.”
He lifted her off the floor by her waist. “Then slide it in.”
She wrapped her long legs around his waist and reached between them to guide his cock into her body. His hands moved to her ass. He tilted her hips and drove himself deeper. She gasped, her head falling back. “Ah, Sed.”
He stepped closer to the bed. “Lean back.”
She clung to his shoulders and leaned away from him.
“Farther,” he instructed.
“I’ll fall.”
“That’s the idea.”
She slowly leaned back, obviously not trusting him. As she lost her balance, she tumbled back on the bed, landing on her shoulders, her back bent. He followed her as she fell and drove his cock deep.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Sed! Yes, ram me hard.”
At least she was a screamer.
He sandwiched her pelvis between his hands, holding her steady as he thrust down into her and ground his hips. He pulled back and growled as he thrust into her again. Typically, chicks loved it when he growled. He did it when he sang onstage, so it reminded them who was fucking them. This one was no exception.
“Yes, Sed! Yes! Oh God, your voice is so sexy.” She played with her nipples, stroking and plucking at them as she gasped in delight.
Sed used his hands to encourage her to rotate her hips, while he continued to thrust hard and grind deep. She screamed when an orgasm gripped her. Her body quaked and strained against his as her spasmodically clenching pussy sucked greedily at his dick. He grabbed her around the waist and slid her farther up the bed, so that her crotch rested even with the end of the mattress. She relaxed, apparently thinking he was finished with her. Her fifteen minutes were far from over.
He turned her onto her side and straddled one of her legs at the edge of the bed. Taking her from the side, he thrust into her, rotating his hips to stimulate her clit.
“Ah, Sed, you’re an absolute god.”
He found her to be boring, actually. He glanced at the clock, wondering if she’d notice if he cut her time short. Maybe if he closed his eyes and thought of someone else…
No good. Jessica actually moved, participated, knew how to please him. She was the one who’d gotten him addicted to sex in the first place. This girl (whatever her name was) didn’t even try to satisfy him.
When she screamed with a second orgasm, he turned her flat on her back and slid her further up the mattress. Why should he work so hard to please her when she was just lying there taking it?
He settled between her thighs, his thrusts easy and even. Missionary position brought them face-to-face, but it was easier on his body. She looked up into his eyes. Hers were brown and glazed with pleasure. Jessica’s were jade green, surrounded with thick lashes.
Fake-n-bake lifted her head to kiss him, but Sed pressed his forehead into her shoulder to prevent their lips from meeting. He hadn’t kissed a woman in almost two years. He certainly didn’t want to get personal with this chick.
She ran her hands up his back and he shuddered, gasping softly. She’d discovered his most sensitive erogenous zone, but either she didn’t notice his reaction or didn’t care. She clung to his shoulders, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.
After a few minutes, he said, “I think it’s time for you to suck me. I’ve got to leave soon.”
She sighed. “All right. Can you take off the condom though?”
“No.” He pulled out and rolled next to her.
“I’m afraid I’ll suck it down my throat.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” He sighed when she sucked him deep. She wasn’t too bad at this. A bit timid. “Suck it hard,” he said. “Harder. Yeah, that’s it.”
He usually fought orgasm for as long as he could, but in this case, he concentrated on coming as quickly as possible. When he let go, it was far from satisfying, but at least it was over.
She grinned up at him. “How was that?”
“Tolerable.” He climbed from the bed and removed the condom, tying a knot in the open end and tossing it in the wastebasket.
“You’re an asshole.”
He found his pants and put them on. “Yeah. So. Is that a problem?”
She laughed. “Not for me. Can I have my tickets?”
“I’ll see if Jake has one.” Jake, one of their long-time roadies, usually distributed tickets and backstage passes to women he thought might interest the band. He had an eye for good pussy.
“One?” she said, pouting annoyingly.
“Yeah, one.”
“What about my boyfriend?”
Sed lifted an eyebrow at her. “Do you really think he’s gonna want to come to my show if he knows how you got his ticket?”
“Of course. He’s a huge fan of yours. He’ll be excited to put his junk where yours has been.” She scrunched her hair with both hands, eyeing herself in the mirror over the dresser. “Two?”
Sed tugged a black T-shirt over his head and rubbed a hand over the soft stubble of his short hair. “Uhhhhh… No. You’re lucky to get one.”
When he left the room, she was getting dressed and scowling.
Eric accosted Sed in the corridor. “Everyone is waiting for you.”
“Just let me shave. And tell Jake to give that girl a ticket for tomorrow night’s show so she’ll get lost.”
“I don’t think he has any left. We’re opening for Exodus End. Not the headliner.”
“Then ask Dare for one. He’ll share.” Dare was Exodus End’s lead guitarist. He was also the older brother of Sed’s rhythm guitarist, Trey. Sed and Dare went way back. Sorta. “Come on, man. I’d do it myself, but I need to shave. You’re ready.”
Eric sighed loudly and turned to exit the tour bus, muttering something under his breath about a fucking errand boy.
Sed hurried through his shave. He’d nearly finished when Myrna, soon-to-be Mrs. Brian Sinclair, came to stand in the doorway. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him carefully draw the razor up under his chin. She wore a trim tweed skirt, purple camisole, and two-inch heels. Strands of auburn hair had come loose from the knot at the base of her neck to curl against her lovely heart-shaped face. Now here was a classy and beautiful woman. Someone Sed could respect. He totally understood why Brian had to tumble her into bed every couple of hours. She had an untouchable quality that heightened a man’s sense of challenge. Too bad she only had eyes for his lead guitarist. Sed’s every attempt to seduce her had met with failure.
“Promise me you’ll bring him home safe, Sed,” Myrna said.
He grinned at her. “I promise. He might be too drunk to walk, but he’ll be safe.”
Brian appeared in the doorway next to Myrna. He wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “I think I’d rather skip the bachelor party,” he murmured. “Celebrate the end of bachelorhood in the bedroom with you.”
Sed rolled his eyes. “You can’t have a bachelor party with your fiancée, you dumbass.”
The couple in the doorway stared into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people on Earth. Sed didn’t know whether to be jealous or repulsed.
“I love you,” Brian murmured.
Myrna touched Brian’s jaw. “I love you.”
“You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
Brian smiled like a lunatic and kissed her. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers stealing into his shoulder-length black hair. Only inches separated their mouths as they continued to lose themselves to their closeness, completely in tune with one another.
“Knock it off, you two,” Sed demanded. “You’re giving me diabetes.”
“Tomorrow I get to call you Mrs. Sinclair,” Brian said to Myrna, ignoring Sed.
“What do I get to call you?”
“My Personal Sex God.”
She chuckled. “That’s a given.”
Trey, Brian’s best friend and the band’s rhythm guitarist, wriggled between the couple’s bodies. “Isn’t there some sort of rule against the bride and groom seeing each other before the wedding?” He covered Myrna’s eyes with one hand and Brian’s with the other. “No peeking.”
Brian punched him in the ribs.
Trey clutched his midsection with both arms. “Did you see that, Myrna?”
Myrna brushed Trey’s hair from his face and kissed him on the forehead. “Poor baby.”
Trey hugged Myrna’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder. “Hold me.” He gazed up at her with one emerald green eye. His over-long black bangs concealed the other. Everyone knew his innocent looks were entirely fabricated, but Myrna didn’t seem to care. She wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back.
“Get off her,” Brian insisted, shoving Trey into the corridor.
“We going?” Jace, bassist and token platinum blond of the group, asked. He maintained a growth of dark beard stubble to toughen up his look, but it was his cold, chocolate-brown eyes that prevented most people from fixating on how fucking adorable he was.
“Just waiting on Sed,” Trey said. “Where’d Eric go?”
