blew him off on the plane and now you go barging into his room accusing him of recording us with his phone and then you reject his invitation to his wedding and to dinner without so much as an apology.”
“You want to go to their wedding and to dinner with them?”
“Hell no, but you could show a little common courtesy. He obviously idolizes you.”
“A lot of people idolize me,” he pointed out.
“I know. It’s just when you start to take that for granted—”
Oh. “I become a self-involved prick.”
She smiled and relaxed her stance. “And that’s not who you are.”
That’s who his father had been. Brian had promised himself long ago that if he ever came close to equaling his father’s phenomenal success as a guitarist, he’d never take his fans for granted and he’d never make his family feel as if they weren’t the most important part of his life. So if he was already breaking his first promise, what was to say he’d be able to keep the second one?
“Should I go apologize to them?” Brian asked.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said. “They are pretty weird.”
He laughed.
“But if we run into them again, try to be a little nicer.”
“I’ll try. But if I catch him spying on us again, I will stomp on his face.”
“If you’re sure it’s him, I won’t stop you.”
He drew her into his arms and kissed her slowly, deeply, hoping she could feel how much he loved her through the touch of his lips and the rapidly engorging ridge in his shorts.
“Where were we?” he murmured.
“Before I get all wrapped up in you again, you need to call Trey,” she said.
“You’re kidding, right?”
She shook her head. “He’ll be worried. I’m surprised he hasn’t called you ten times already.”
“I still have my phone in airplane mode,” Brian admitted.
“Well, that explains it.” She laughed and drew away. “Don’t talk too long,” she said as she walked through an open door and disappeared into the bathroom.
Brian fished his phone out of his pocket and after adjusting his settings, dialed Trey. He didn’t bother reading the multitude of text messages or listen to his voicemail.
“What the hell, dude?” Trey answered. “Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone? I even tried calling Myrna’s. I was starting to think you were dead.”
“This is the morgue…” Brian said, doing his best to disguise his voice by speaking at a lower pitch than normal. “We found this phone on a dead body. Can you come down and identify the remains?”
“That’s not even funny, Brian.”
Brian chuckled. “How did you know it was me?”
“Because,” Trey said. “You suck!”
“In general or at disguising my voice?”
“Both. Where the hell are you?” Trey sounded uncharacteristically pissed off.
“I’m in paradise with Myrna.”
“What? You’re in Aruba already? I thought you were leaving tomorrow. Or are you talking about Myrna’s pussy again?”
Brian did like to praise her pussy. “Both. We had a change of plans.” He heard the water in the shower turn on, and a moment later Myrna was singing “Come and Get Your Love.” Badly. He grinned and wandered into the bathroom to watch her performance. And to get his love.
“I packed a bag, and I’ve been sitting around all day waiting—”
“That’s what you get for inviting yourself to my honeymoon. I gotta go.”
“Brian...”
“Bye.”
“When will you be back?”
“In time for the tour. Tell Sed for me.” He hung up and dropped the phone on the sink counter before shedding his clothes and climbing into the shower behind the sexy woman who owned his heart. It didn’t matter to him that she couldn’t carry a tune. He loved her anyway. He joined in to make her song a duet while he filled his hands with her curves. “You’re fine and all mine and always divine.” Not the exact words, but he couldn’t remember them with the blood from his head draining into his dick.
“Come and get my love,” she said and turned in his arms. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and tugged his mouth against hers.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Chapter Five
Myrna snuggled into her pillow and reached across the bed for Brian. She’d expected him to be sound asleep with exhaustion after their romp in the shower that had culminated in the comfortable king-sized bed, but the space beside her was empty. She lifted her head from the pillow and through the patio door spotted him standing against the balcony railing. He faced the ocean, his naked masculine form silhouetted by the orange globe of the sinking sun. Her girlish heart skipped a beat at the sight. She hadn’t known she still possessed a girlish heart before this man had become the most important facet of her life.
Wrapping a sheet around her nude body, Myrna rose from the bed and approached her husband. Her heart thudded with the anticipation of his touch, his kiss. She wondered if he would always make her pulse race. She was sure that even if they were both in their nineties and living in a nursing home, the sight of him—hell, the thought of him—would make her heart flutter. There was only one thing missing from her happily ever after, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen and prayed for the miracle she wanted to share with Brian. Maybe she’d already conceived. But wouldn’t she know if she had? She didn’t feel any different. Surely creating a new life that was a mix of herself and the man she loved would make her feel something.
“I thought you were asleep¸” Brian said.
She lifted her gaze to his and smiled. “I was. Is there a reason you didn’t want to share the sunset with me?”
His arm circled her back, and he tugged her against his side. He placed a kiss near her temple and said, “I didn’t want to disturb your rest. I figured you were tired.”
“I did enjoy that nap. Why aren’t you resting?”
He shrugged. “I’m not really tired. I guess I’m used to traveling.”
And it kept them apart far more than she liked. It also made getting pregnant exceedingly difficult. Maybe someday she’d be able to join him on tour, but her current job situation wouldn’t allow it. She was already pushing boundaries by taking off on her honeymoon in the middle of the semester. She had probably overplayed the “recovering from the accident” card, but when she’d glimpsed mortality, she had realized that the only thing in her life she couldn’t live without was Brian.
“Hold on,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
Myrna turned to watch him go into the suite. Yes, the sunset was spectacular, but it was no match for the allure of Brian Sinclair wearing nothing but her undivided attention. He switched on the kitchen light, and she could see him rummaging around, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. A few moments later he returned with a bottle of champagne and a pair of flutes.
“I figured a toast was in order,” he said.
She remembered when he’d toasted her on their wedding night. He’d drenched her in champagne and licked it off her body. She wouldn’t mind a repeat performance, but tonight he played gentleman. After popping the cork, he poured them both a glass of champagne and set the bottle at their feet.
“To Myrna,” he said, tilting his glass toward her. “More beautiful than a sunset, more precious than diamonds, and finer than silk. I love you more with each breath I take.”
Her husband was an incurable romantic.
Myrna lifted her glass. “To Brian, who’s forgotten that champagne tastes better like this.”
She lifted her flute and tilted it toward her chest, a large drop splashing onto her chest before Brian caught her hand.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said, his intense dark eyes locked with hers.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she wet her lips in preparation for his kiss.