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Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour 1)

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“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Shot down again.” He fashioned his hand into a gun and mimicked shooting himself in the chest.

“Are you pouting because I have to work?”

“I don’t pout.”

Sure looked like pouting to her. “Are you whining because I have to work?”

“No, I’m whining because you’d rather work than spend a week in L.A. with me.” Under his breath, he muttered, “Why do I always sound like the chick in this relationship?”

“Won’t you be working on the new album anyway?”

“So?”

“So, it wil do us both good to have a few days to col ect our thoughts and get some work done. I have the damnedest time concentrating when you’re near. Al this slacking bothers me.”

He took her hand and put it on his crotch. “Does that feel slack to you?”

“No one said you were slacking. You’ve been composing and putting on one awesome show after another.” She loved to watch him when his attention was elsewhere. She could ogle him without making her infatuation blatantly obvious. The length of his black lashes fascinated her. When he blinked, her attention shifted to the harsh line of his wel -sculpted cheekbone covered with a light shadow of beard.

“You’re not slacking,” he said. “You’ve been doing your survey things with the groupies.”

“I have,” she agreed, “but col ecting the data is the tip of the iceberg. I have to analyze the data. Do statistics. Hopeful y, find some interesting trends in the results and write journal articles for publication. This project is real y important to my future and I have a lot of work to do.”

“And I interrupted your work again this morning.”

“I wish I could say it annoyed me that you’re so distracting.” She grinned and squeezed his c**k gently with the hand stil in his lap. His body tensed. “I’d be lying though.”

Myrna placed an open-mouthed kiss under his ear and gently sucked his flesh into her mouth. His growl of approval made her ni**les taut.

She unfastened his pants and found him lacking underwear. His c**k sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around the base.

“Can you drive?” she asked.

“I am driving.”

“With your c**k down my throat?”

He grinned at her. “There’s only one way to find out.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth and lowered her head. She licked the length of him, drawing her tongue over the smooth skin rhythmical y and blowing cool breaths across his flesh to draw delighted shivers from his body. He placed a hand on the back of her head, trying to urge her to suck him into her mouth. She resisted, wanting to tease him. She squeezed and relaxed her hand at the base of his c**k while she trailed her tongue over his flesh. He grew harder. And harder. Myrna’s own excitement began to get the better of her. A shame to waste something this hard in her mouth.

There was a loud honk as one of the tour buses pul ed up beside them on the four-lane highway. Myrna sucked Brian into her mouth.

“Ah God,” he cried. He hit the brakes.

Myrna jerked her head away so she didn’t bite him as he swerved off the road. They drew to a shuddering halt on the shoulder, with two wheels on the pavement and two in the grass. He slammed the gearshift up into park and reached for her. “Turns out that no, I can’t drive with my c**k down your throat.”

He slid across the bench seat and pul ed her to straddle his lap. His hand moved under her sundress and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. He grabbed her hips, shifted her forward, and then fil ed her body with his. His fingers dug into her hips as he encouraged her to ride him. The elastic of her panties cut into her flesh each time she rose and fel , fueling her excitement. Cars flew past them at high speed. She wondered if they could see what she and Brian were doing in the middle of the front seat. It might make someone’s morning commute a little more interesting.

Brian pushed the straps of her sundress from her shoulders and bared her br**sts. He bent his head to suck and lick her ni**les, pushing her br**sts together as he attempted to get them both in his mouth at once.

“God, you’re hot,” he growled. He sank his teeth into her tender nipple and her body jerked before she shuddered with release. She tightened her vaginal muscles and rose up to excite him with fast, shal ow strokes. His head fel back, his breathing erratic.

“Myrna. Myrna. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

A flash of blue and red lights in the back window caught her attention. “You’d better hurry up about it. We’ve just been spotted by a cop.”

“Shit!”

He rearranged her top to cover her br**sts and his rapidly softening c**k fel free of her body.

“You could have finished,” she said. “He’l have to run the out-of-state plates before he comes to talk to us.”

“I couldn’t have finished. My bal s are now hiding up in my bel y.”

She laughed and slid off his lap. She rearranged her panties and sat beside him. He slid behind the wheel and fastened his pants.

“It’s not funny,” he said.

“You’re afraid of cops?”

“No, I’m afraid of jail.”

“Ah, poor baby,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I’d bail you out. Hopeful y before Big Bart made you his bitch.”

“How kind,” he said. “And who would bail you out?”

“I’m sure Sed would bail me out for a favor.”

Brian pinned her with an angry glare. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“A little cranky, now, are you? I told you that you can trust me. I have no interest in Sed.”

“You know, that’s exactly what Angie said. And Kristie. And Jenna. And Bethany. And Samantha. And—”

Myrna’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t have to flaunt their names. I realize you’ve f**ked a lot of girls.”

“What? Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous? This thing between us isn’t serious. We’re just having a good time.”

“Of course.” He slammed his fist into the dashboard.

There was a knock on the window.

“What?” Brian yel ed at the glass. He took a deep breath and rol ed down the window. “Can I help you, officer?”

The car was stil idling, but the trooper said, “Car troubles? Do you need a tow?”



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