Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour 1)

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 c**k 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 c**k 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.