Author: Olivia Cunning

“You two fight this out,” Brian said. “We need to go get the car before it’s time to leave. Is the truck loaded?”

“I suppose we should get to work,” Dave said.

“Whoever gets their equipment loaded first gets to drive the T-bird,” Jake said. He pushed open the bus door and headed down the stairs.

“Hey, that’s no fair,” Dave cal ed after him. “I’m in charge of the drums! There are, like, a mil ion of them!”

Jake’s voice grew more distant as he walked away from the bus, cal ing over his shoulder, “Yeah, but I’ve got amps in addition to Trey’s guitars. Quit complaining.”

“Let’s go,” Brian said.

“Wait,” she said. “I need my suit jacket. My keys are in it.”

He waited for her to put on her jacket, then took her hand in his and helped her climb down the steep steps to the pavement. The crowd outside the barriers was thinner than earlier, but when Brian stepped off the bus, they emitted a loud cheer.

“Shit,” Brian said. “Um… Hold on a minute, okay?”

He kissed her on the temple. Several camera flashes went off. She wished people would stop snapping pictures of her with Sinners’ band members without her consent.

Brian headed for the crowd, starting at one end of the barrier fence and working his way down. He signed autographs, shook hands, offered the occasional hug, al owed his picture to be taken dozens of times and put up with a heck of a lot of groping from female fans. Myrna waited patiently, trying to curtail her jealousy. She knew this was important. His fans made his entire career possible. Stil , she didn’t like al the touchy-feely young women rubbing up against him while he was distracted with signing an autograph or answering a question.

After about fifteen minutes, he offered a salute to the crowd and returned to Myrna’s side.

“I’l have to go around the front of the bus and then sneak along the back side. Otherwise, they’l see me again and we’l never catch a break. You go between the buses and meet me on the other side. Pretend like we’re saying good-bye now.”

“Okay.”

He hugged her with the same kind detachment he hugged enthusiastic fans, and waved at her slightly before turning in the opposite direction. She walked along the side of the bus facing the venue, watching the roadies pushing equipment out a door toward the large moving van parked next to the second tour bus. She glanced over her shoulder and then slipped between the two buses. Shouts of passion and pleasure came from the bedroom at the back of the bus as she walked behind it. She paused, glancing up at the window above her. Sed must be real y working one of those girls over. She screamed Sed’s name at the top of her lungs. Myrna flushed, wondering how much of her earlier vocalizations had been overheard. A hard body pressed her against the back of the bus. A hand groped her breast in the darkness. Her heart hammered in her chest. She struggled against the man, trying to twist away.

Jeremy. Oh God, he’s found me. How?

The man grabbed her wrist before she could connect a blow, and slammed the back of her hand against the bus next to her head. She opened her mouth to scream, but found a tongue shoved in her mouth. She knew this taste. Brian?

He’d scared her. Real y scared her.

She shoved him away.

“What are you doing?” she said. “I thought I was being attacked.”

“You are,” he growled and crushed her body between his and the back of the bus.

When he tried to kiss her, she punched him in the stomach. “Stop it.”

“Ow. No one can see us.” Shadows completely obscured them.

He held her up against the bus with his body and released her wrist so he could push her skirt up around her waist. Though she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, her heart drummed faster and harder in her chest. She hit him as hard as she could in the arm. He paused. She couldn’t see his expression in the darkness, so didn’t know if he was getting the message.

“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.”