Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour 1)

“Wel , I realize that. I did cal your work number.”

She laughed. She hadn’t laughed this much in… a month. “It’s Thursday. I have to work tomorrow.”

“Cal in sick.”

“Cal in sick?” She never cal ed in sick. Not even when she was sick.

“I’m not worth a sick day?”

“I don’t know. Are you?”

He chuckled. “You sure don’t make this easy on a guy. Our concert isn’t until Saturday night, so I thought we could spend al day tomorrow getting reacquainted.”

Reacquainted? Yeah, they’d need at least a day. Her gaze drifted to the huge stack of her students’ final papers. She’d been grading them when Brian had cal ed. One sick day wouldn’t hurt. She could finish her grading by Tuesday, when final grades were due. “Where am I flying?”

“Portland.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“What’s the flight number?”

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong now?”

“I thought I had that hard-on under control. Turns out I was wrong.”

She laughed.

“God, I want you,” he whispered. “Laugh again.”

“I can’t laugh when I try.” She did laugh though, because she was incredibly happy.

“Do you have something to write on?”

She reached for a pen. “Yeah.” She wrote down the e-ticket information he read to her. After she hung up, she shut down her computer and locked her office. She walked out of the office suite and stopped at the department secretary’s desk.

“Gladys, I’m going home early. I don’t feel wel .”

Gladys’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’re sick?”

“Yeah. I probably won’t be in tomorrow either.”

“That’s too bad. I hope you feel better.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, here’s your mail.” Gladys handed her a stack of mail.

Myrna tucked it into her purse and headed to the airport. She didn’t bother packing any luggage. She didn’t have time. Besides, it wasn’t like she would need clothes.

Chapter 13

Inside the cramped bathroom of the tour bus, Brian hurried through his shower. He couldn’t wait to see Myrna. Couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come visit him. Couldn’t think of anything but drawing her into his arms. Holding her. Touching her. Looking at her. God, I’m a f**king moron. He knew she would break his heart, but he didn’t care. After his shower, he hurried to the bedroom in search of clothes.

“You could knock,” Trey said.

Brian paused in the bedroom’s doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy’s back. Trey’s hand slid up under the hem of his new friend’s T-shirt.

The guy’s eyes widened and he caught Trey’s hands in his. “H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I cal you Brian?” Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. “This isn’t what it looks like. I don’t like guys or anything.” He shook his head vigorously.

“You wil ,” Trey murmured, inching the guy’s shirt further up his bel y.

“Trey, are you molesting virgins again?” Brian grinned at his best friend’s delight with his latest conquest.

“This one is named Mark. And you know how much I like cherries.”

Brian chuckled. He supposed that didn’t only apply to lol ipops.

Trey slowly ran his tongue up Mark’s neck. Mark shuddered and turned his head to look at Trey over his shoulder.

“You know this bedroom is mine as soon as I col ect Myrna from the airport.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Trey murmured. “This won’t take more than a couple of hours.”

Mark tensed.

Brian rol ed his eyes. “I need to get dressed. I’l be gone before you know it, and then you two can continue doing whatever it was you were about to do.”

“Um, wait. I…” Mark untangled himself from Trey’s embrace and pul ed a piece of paper from his back pocket. He spread it across the dresser. It was a drawing of Brian’s and Trey’s guitars crossed at the necks with Sinners’ band logo above the V-shape.

“I’m going to have this tattooed across my back and I wanted to include your signatures under the guitars. A tribute to my favorite guitarists.” He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. “You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I want to be you.”

“I want to do you,” Trey said, toying with the hair at the nape of Mark’s neck. Brian scratched his head behind his ear, deliberately staring down at the drawing to avoid watching Trey’s actions. “Nice design,”

Brian said. “Sure, I’l sign it. Do you want my real name or my stage name?”

Mark smiled brightly and handed him a black, fine-point pen. “Just Sinclair would be awesome.” Mark glanced at Trey, who leaned up against his back to stare over his shoulder at the drawing. “And Mil s.” Mark swal owed. “Please.”

Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. “After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There’s a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink.”

“I’m the webmaster,” Trey murmured. “So make sure it’s a naked picture.”

Mark laughed nervously.

Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy’s bel y with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark’s jeans. “I’l sign it later.”

While Brian got dressed, he tried to ignore Trey and his entertainment for the afternoon. It turned out to be as easy as ignoring an air horn.

“You’re so sexy,” Trey murmured as he suckled and licked Mark’s neck and ear.

“No…”

“Shhh. You are.”

A black T-shirt landed at Brian’s feet. Brian dressed faster. His zipper went up; someone else’s zipper went down.

“Don’t like guys, huh?” Trey murmured. “Is this a rabbit in your pocket?”

“Wait,” Mark gasped. “Ohhhh.”

“Yes,” Brian yel ed. “Wait until I’m gone. Please!”

Trey chuckled. Mark’s breath caught in his throat and he groaned in pleasure.