Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (14 page)

“Do you real y want me to stop, Myrna? I thought we could get in a quickie back here, since Sed has seized the bedroom.”

“Don’t sneak up on me like that. You scared the hel out of me.”

He pressed his fingertips to the center of her chest. “Your heart is real y pounding, sweetheart. You knew it was me, didn’t you?”

“No,” she whispered. “I thought… I thought he…” She fought tears, feeling stupid. “It doesn’t matter what I thought. Just don’t ever do it again.”

He hugged her gently. “I’m real y sorry, Myr. Forgive me?”

How could she stay mad at him? She knew she’d overreacted. Jeremy was out of her life for good. Sure, he was out of prison now, but he didn’t know where she was. Hel , he didn’t even know her name anymore. And this… this was Brian, not Jeremy. She liked Brian. Perhaps a bit too much, considering their short acquaintance.

Once she tackled her fear, she sought Brian’s mouth in the darkness and kissed him gently, a soft smile on her lips. “You’re wasting time. The buses wil be leaving soon.”

“You’re game for this?” he asked incredulously.

“You promise not to sneak up on me, again, right?”

“Yeah, I promise.” He drew her closer and whispered in her ear, “Take your panties off.”

Her hand moved to his crotch to find his cock hard as granite. He drew a pained breath through his teeth. She pushed her panties down her thighs and al owed them to fal to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot. Cold air bathed the hot flesh between her thighs as Brian forced his knee between her legs to part them.

“That’s good,” he murmured. “Don’t move now. I’ve got to warn you, I never last long after a show.” He pinned her against the bus with his body.

She heard his pants unzip. He leaned his hips away from hers as he applied a condom. His hard cock brushed against the inside of her thigh as he relaxed against her, sighing in anticipation. He grabbed her thigh in his hand and lifted her leg to his hip. As he fil ed her body with his, he gasped brokenly as if he were already near orgasm.

Her head fel back in ecstasy. “That feels so good, Brian.”

“Yeah,” he said, resting his head against the side of her face. “Uh, God.” He thrust into her gently, rotating his hips to intensify their pleasure. “Feels fantastic.”

Several people walked past the side of the bus, talking amongst themselves about packing the truck. Roadies, she assumed.

They kept right on walking though, and Brian didn’t even pause in his slow, easy thrusts. She sought his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply. His strokes increased in tempo. He groaned into her mouth. She answered him with a moan. His thrusts grew faster now.

He’d completely lost control. She grabbed his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as her excitement began to build. He tore his mouth away from hers.

“Are you close?” he asked. “God, please tel me you’re close.”

“You’re done?” She couldn’t believe it. He typical y lasted, like, forever.

“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Almost. Yeah, yeah. I can’t hold it.” His hands tugged at her suit jacket desperately. “Ah, God.” He thrust into her harder. Harder. Harder and he shuddered against her with a hoarse cry. His hands moved to splay against the back of the bus on either side of her head, as his body trembled with satisfaction. He went limp, crushing her into hard steel.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. You did warn me.”

“That’s not a good excuse.”

Sliding out of her body, he dropped to his knees, looping her leg over his shoulder. He probed between her legs until he found what he sought in the darkness. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she shuddered. Two fingers slid inside her, curling forward to stimulate her in that perfect spot he’d discovered that morning. His fingers plunged deep and slowly withdrew, before plunging deep again. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and leaned heavily against the back of the tour bus, mewing in pleasure with each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue.

A bright light hit Myrna in the face. She squinted, blinded by the beam of a flashlight. She lifted her arm to shield her eyes.

“Whoops, sorry,” a masculine voice said. The light switched off.

Myrna’s body tensed. She lost concentration and her excitement waned. Brian didn’t let off her though. He started to build her up again with his mouth and fingers. Before long, she forgot where she was.

From inside the bus came Sed’s animal-like groans and the answering cries of three girls. Three? How could one guy do three girls? Maybe Eric was participating now. Their excitement lent to her own, and soon her body shuddered with release. She cried out as pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs went limp. Brian caught her with his free arm as she slid down the back of the bus. As her shudders subsided, he removed his fingers from her body, cradled her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly.

“We’ve got to stop getting so carried away,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that?”

She snuggled up against him. “They’re going to leave for Des Moines without us.”

“They’l wait. Sed hasn’t even kicked those girls out of his bed yet.” That was obvious. The girls continued to scream Sed’s name as if involved in some World’s Loudest Vocalizer contest. She could hear Sed swearing loudly, and the bus rocked slightly with each curse he shouted.

Myrna frowned, remembering a light shining in her face moments ago. “Someone saw us.”

“One of the roadies, I think. They’re used to seeing things like that, sweetheart. Don’t worry. No one wil say anything.”

She pouted. “They’ve seen you eating out a woman pinned to the back of the bus?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean, yeah?” Why was she jealous? He probably did this sort of thing al the time. New experiences for her, but same shit different day for him.

He laughed. “Yeah, just now.”

She slapped his chest half-heartedly. He always made her feel better about herself. Made her feel special, even though she knew she wasn’t. Not real y. “Let’s go get my car now.”

He helped her to her feet. She located her panties around one ankle and put them on before rearranging her clothes. Her legs were stil trembling. Wow! This guy. This guy was so good for her, and oh so very bad.

Brian rearranged his clothes as wel , tossing his expended condom on the ground, and then took her hand in his. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”

“You’re not afraid some rabid fan wil pick that up and try to impregnate herself with it?” Myrna asked, nodding toward his litter.

“Myrna, that’s disgusting.”

“And tossing it on the ground isn’t?”

“Nope.”

“Pick it up.”

He sighed loudly. “Fine.” He retrieved the condom and held it out to her. “Here, put it in your pocket.”

“Ewww. No.”

“You’l put it in your body, but not your pocket?”

“That’s different.”

“If you say so.”

She fished her keys out of her jacket. “Just throw it away.”

They walked behind the second bus and into the mostly empty parking lot, complete with a handy garbage can for easy disposal.

It was dark enough that no one recognized Brian as they headed for the distinctive pink car in the distance.

“What a beautiful car,” Brian said, peering into the driver’s side window. “Can I drive it?”

She hesitated. She real y was overprotective of this car. The thought of a roadie driving it over three hundred miles made her quite nervous. Spending extra time with Brian was a powerful motivator though. She handed him the keys.

He unlocked the door and opened it. “Wow,” he whispered. “It
has
been ful y restored. Get in.”

She moved around him and entered on the driver’s side before sliding over the white leather bench seat to the passenger side.

He climbed in, closed the door and started the engine. It roared to life with a low-pitched purr. He revved the engine. “She has some kick.”

“You bet your sweet ass she does,” Myrna said.

“V-8 engine?”

“Yeah. A 312 with dual Hol ey carburetors.”

“Fuckin’ sweet.” Brian put the car in gear and peeled out of the parking space. He cranked the wheel to one side and drifted sideways before settling into a straight path toward the buses. He decided to drive around the parking lot several times. Myrna cringed every time the tires barked, but Brian was enjoying himself so much, she couldn’t dampen his spirits.

Myrna caught sight of Jake, the roadie with the blond mohawk, waving at them wildly. “I think they’re ready to leave.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Brian drove up behind the bus and stopped abruptly. “That was fun.”

He drew her across the bench seat and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Again?”

“I could use some sleep.”

“Oh, we’re going to sleep.” She smiled, ducking her head.

“For a few minutes, at least. You’ve worn me out today, woman. And I’m not used to getting up early. It’s usual y party al night, sleep al day around here.”

The car door opened. “Ha,” said Jake. He tipped his head into the car. “I get to drive the Thunderbird.”

“Not if you drive like Brian, you don’t,” Myrna said.

“I’l be sweet to her.”

Brian climbed out of the car. “I’m not a bad driver. You can’t put a big engine in a little car and expect me not to see what she’s capable of.”

Brian helped Myrna out of the car.

“Sweet!” Jake said. He climbed into the driver’s seat. “See you in Des Moines.” The door slammed. The tires squealed as the car shot backward.

“Great!” Myrna said. “A maniac is driving my car.”

“He won’t hurt it. If he does, I’l buy you a brand new Porsche.”

“I don’t want a Porsche. I love that car! It belonged to my grandparents.”

“It wil be fine. I promise.”

She watched the round tail ights of the Thunderbird brighten at a stop sign. The tires squealed again as the car shot forward. It fishtailed before gripping the road and speeding into the night.

She stomped her foot in frustration. She grabbed the front of Brian’s T-shirt and pul ed him toward the bus. “Let’s get moving. The faster we get to Des Moines, the faster I can kick that guy’s ass.”

“Ooooo. Can I watch?”

“Oh yes. You can definitely watch. You are going to hold him down for me.”

Myrna started up the bus stairs, but a body hurled from the bus’s interior halted her progress. She caught the young woman and if Brian hadn’t steadied her, she’d have toppled to the asphalt.

“What part of ‘get the
fuck
out of here’ don’t you understand?” Sed bel owed at the young woman from the top of the stairs.

Myrna recognized the girl as the one who Sed had lifted over the barrier about an hour before.

“Sed,” the young woman sobbed, clutching her hands together in front of her chest. “Please let me stay with you. Please!”

“I’m finished with you. Get lost.”

Sed, looking highly annoyed, turned and moved further into the bus. The young woman started up the steps, but Brian grabbed her arm. Enraged, she yanked on her arm and slapped at Brian’s chest repeatedly. Her eyes widened when she recognized who she was beating the hel out of.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, M-Master Sinclair.” She covered her mouth with a trembling hand. Tears poured from her eyes. “Talk to him for me. Please! T-tel him I love him.” Mascara ran down her face in black-tinged rivulets. “Tel him I’l kil myself if he doesn’t love me back.”

Brian took her shoulders in his hands and shook her slightly. “Hey. Hey. What’s your name, sweetie?”

She looked up at Brian and Myrna was struck by how vulnerable she appeared. She couldn’t have been much over twenty.

“My name?”

“Yeah.”

“K-K-K-Karen.” She threw herself against Brian, clinging to him desperately.

He spread his arms wide and gave Myrna an “I’m not touching her” look over Karen’s shoulder.

Brian spoke in a soothing tone to the girl. “Karen, you have to understand something about Sed. He’s not looking for a relationship with anyone. He just wants to get laid. You know? There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re a beautiful girl. He wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t.”

Myrna smiled. So sweet of him to try to console her.

“I just thought…” She took a deep, gasping breath. “I thought…” She rubbed her face against his shoulder, smearing tears and makeup over his shirt.

“What did you think?” He patted her shoulder lamely.

“I thought if I showed him how much I loved him, that he’d…” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “…love me back.”

Brian pul ed her away and looked into her watery eyes. Myrna had never seen him look so serious. “Sed can’t love anyone, Karen. Not since Jessica.”

Jessica?

Karen’s eyes narrowed. “I’d kil that bitch if I could.”

“Not if I got to her first,” Brian murmured. He gave Karen a gentle hug and released her. “Now, walk away with your head high, sweetheart. You survived sex with Sedric Lionheart. I’d wager you even enjoyed it.”

The girl grinned and kissed Brian on the cheek. “Thank you for making me feel better, Master Sinclair.” She glanced at Myrna as she passed, but quickly averted her gaze.

Myrna would love to talk to her to learn more about her psychology. Did she real y think she was in love with Sed? The
real
Sed?

Or the rock star version who paraded up on stage? And who was the real Sed? Myrna honestly couldn’t say she’d met him.

Brian ran up the stairs of the bus. There was a loud crack, fol owed by a thud. Myrna dashed after him. She paused in the stairwel , eyes wide. Sed lay sprawled across the bus’s floor with Brian standing over him, his fist bal ed. Sed rol ed over to lean on his elbow and wiped at the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

“Can you be any more of an ass?” Brian yel ed. “I’m so fucking sick of being your damage control.”

“Why do you care so much about my whores, Brian?”

They’re just like you, darling,
Jeremy’s voice intruded. Myrna’s eyes widened.

“Because they’re not whores,” Brian said. “Whores don’t cry when you tel them to get out of your bed.”