THE SINNERS AND LADIES - A STEAMY LOVE STORY

BACKSTAGE PASS XVII

The first hour of her plane ride, Myrna could think of nothing but Brian and all the things she wanted to do to him when she saw him. The plane could not get to Portland fast enough. Eventually, she grew tired of checking her wristwatch every thirty seconds and sorted through her mail. Among the textbook advertisements and interdepartmental memos, she found a letter from a funding agency. Her last ditch grant! She’d almost missed the submission deadline and knew it wasn’t her best work, but without research funding, the university wouldn’t let her keep her job for long. She didn’t have tenure yet.

Myrna hesitated, afraid to open the letter. She’d applied on a whim the day after she’d left Brian in Des Moines. She had the groupies to thank for the inspiration. And now that she knew for sure her government-sponsored grant would not be renewed for the following year, she didn’t just want to work on this project as a fun summer side project. She needed this project to keep a roof over her head. But would it make good research? Did anyone care why women became promiscuous in the company of rock stars?

Heart hammering, she tore open the letter and scanned its contents. Score! Full funding. Enough to get her through the summer, in any case, and hopefully secure her faculty position for one more year.

“Yes!” she said, startling the man in the seat next to her. He snorted and fell back to sleep.

She could use the summer months to do her field work. That would give her the time she needed to collect data without her added teaching responsibilities. She just needed a famous rock band to follow around for three months. Would Sinners be willing to let her tour with them? It wouldn’t hurt to ask. It probably would hurt if the band refused her request. She cared about them. As friends. But if she spent every moment of the next three months with Brian, how would she keep him at arm’s length? Did she even want to? The joy his call had incited indicated she was more attached to the man than she’d like to think. Here she was on an airplane to Oregon to visit him, after all.

She took a deep breath. The only reason she wanted to see Brian so badly was because he was so good in bed. So open to suggestion. So accommodating. He never tried to make her feel like a w***e. She could be herself with him. Yeah, that was the reason her heart rate hadn’t returned to normal since he’d called. Holding him at arm’s length would be no problem. No problem at all.

But what if he didn’t want her to tour with his band? How would she feel if he said no?

Maybe she should ask another band. She couldn’t put her heart on the line again. She’d barely survived her marriage and divorce. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. It had literally almost killed her. She slid her hand under her hair and absently fingered the thick scar on the back of her head. No, she never wanted to open herself to that kind of devastation again. Not even with a great guy like Brian. Jeremy had been great in the beginning. She couldn’t let herself forget that.

Myrna tucked the grant letter into her purse. This news was too good to dwell on negative possibilities. She would decide if she wanted to ask Sinners to participate in her study at the end of the weekend. For now, she’d just enjoy her moments with Brian and not think about real life. Or her ex-husband.

Near the end of the plane ride, she went to the bathroom and removed her panties. She tucked them into her suit jacket pocket. A little present to get Brian in the mood and set this rendezvous on the right track from the start. Not that Brian ever needed help to get in the mood, but she was competing with young girls begging him to autograph their perky t**s. If she wanted to keep him interested in her body, she’d have to surprise him occasionally. With all that young, available p***y around him, he was sure to get bored with her in no time.

When the plane circled Mount Adams and landed in Portland, Myrna felt a surge of nervousness. What if his opinion of her had changed since she’d last seen him? What if that insatiable spark between them had fizzled out? What if he wasn’t attracted to her any longer? What if—

“Nervous?” the man seated next to her asked.

She shook her head, though yes, she was nervous. She needed to get a grip.

“First time in Portland?”

“I was here a few years ago for a meeting.”

“It’s a beautiful city. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

She flushed. With Brian between her thighs, that was guaranteed. “I hope so, too.”

When she exited the ramp onto the concourse, she glanced around for a familiar face. Clad in leather from head to foot, including his floppy fedora, Brian stood at the end of the ramp. She recognized him instantly despite the dark shades he wore to disguise himself. Every concern clouding her mind vanished the instant he smiled at her. He pushed his way through the exiting passengers and captured her in his arms, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her knees went weak. My God, this man could kiss. He pulled back and raked his eyes over her.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing her again.

“You look… mysterious.” She tapped the brim of his hat with her fingertips.

“It seems we have a lot of rabid fans in Portland.” He chuckled. “I’ve been dodging them all day. Poor Sed had the shirt ripped off his back this morning.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“So my plan to rip your shirt off isn’t very original.”

He laughed and kissed her tenderly. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’ve had you on my mind non-stop all month. I really missed you.”

Her heart thudded. “I missed you, too. I didn’t realize how much until I heard your voice.”

He stroked a stray hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Are you opening up possibilities between us?”

She grinned. “s****l possibilities.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “I’ll take what I can get. Should we get your luggage?”

“What luggage?”

“You didn’t bring anything?”

“I didn’t have time to pack.”

He grinned. Smugly. “I see.”

“I did bring you a present.” She fished the white, satin panties out of her pocket and handed them to him. “They got so wet from thinking about you, I took them off on the plane.”

He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Are you trying to kill me?” he murmured. “God, Myrna.”

She chuckled.

He whispered in her ear, “Does this mean you aren’t wearing any panties under that skirt?”

She grinned at him. “That’s what it means.”

“Christ, Myrna. You are trying to kill me!”

He took her hand, urging her forward at a run. She had a hard time keeping up with him in her high-heels. He found a deserted concourse and tugged her through the door of a men’s room.

“Brian? What are you doing?”

“You don’t really think I can wait until we get back to the bus, do you?”

He shoved open a stall and pulled her inside, pressing her up against the stall door. His mouth descended on hers. His hands moved down her hips to lift her skirt up around her waist. She shuddered when his fingers found the moist heat between her thighs.

“You really are wet,” he said, as if awed by the discovery.

“Did you think I was making up stories for your amusement?”

Her hands moved to the fly of his leather pants, releasing his c**k. When she touched him, he drew a shaky breath through his teeth. “Abstinence is so not my thing.”

His words didn’t have time to register before he lifted her thigh to his hip and plunged into her body. She clung to his shoulders, groaning at the enthusiasm of his strokes.

“Garters under a conservative gray suit, Professor?” he murmured, his fingers running under the straps holding up her stockings. “Do you know how hot that is?”

“I like to keep my smuttiness carefully concealed.”

“You’re not fooling me,” he whispered.

“I’m not trying to, but you’re the only one who knows.”

“That makes it even hotter.”

He held her against the door as he thrust up into her, grinding deeply as he knew she liked it. “Brian. Brian! Oh God, Brian!”

“Shh, someone might come in,” he said. “The last thing I need is to be arrested for public indecency.”

She tensed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to be indecent.”

“There is nothing indecent about you, baby.” He cupped her jaw and kissed her gently. “You scream my name all you want.”

She opened her eyes to look at him and found him still wearing his sunglasses. She took them off and tucked them into his jacket pocket. She wanted to see his eyes. Brown. Intense. Glazed with desire. For her.

He grinned. “Can we change positions? This is pretty hard on my back.”

“Are you getting old?”

“Yeah, I must be.”

He pulled out and guided her hands to the wall at the back of the stall. He bent her over the toilet, not the most romantic view, and pushed her skirt up around her waist. He buried his face in her ass and lapped at the liquid heat between her thighs.

“Mmm,” he murmured, spreading her labia with his fingers to gain better access. “I missed this, too.” As he licked and sucked on her flesh, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, fascinated by the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings. Her breathing became erratic and shaky as she neared orgasm.

He stood and leaned over her, possessing her body with his thick c**k again. She cried out as her body shook with release.

She thought she heard a door open, but didn’t care as she shifted backward to meet his every stroke.

“God, baby, I’ve missed you. I hear it again.”

“The music?”

“Yeah, the music.”

The sound of a zipper being released came from the stall next to them. Brian surprised her by increasing his tempo, seeking quick release. “We need to get out of here,” he whispered into her ear. “I want to make love to you slowly. With lots of blank paper and pens nearby.”

She wriggled her hips and he gasped.

“Do that again.”

She complied. Brian groaned.

The guy in the next stall echoed Brian’s groan and let a loud fart rip in the toilet.

Myrna covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold in her laughter.

Another groan, followed by splashes and then… the most horrendous smell.

Myrna gagged.

“Okay, even I can’t come under these conditions.” Brian pulled out and forced his rigid c**k into his pants. She stood and adjusted her skirt.

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” he said.

She smiled and nodded, hoping he didn’t end up with a huge case of blue balls. Poor guy.

They exited the stall and Brian knocked on the door of the next stall. “Someone’s in here,” a startled man’s voice said.

“Yeah, dude. I heard. You picked a horrible time to take a s**t, you know. Have a nice day.”

Myrna burst out laughing and ran to the exit, jerking open the door and surprising a young man trying to enter.

“Excuse me,” she said.

He looked at the Men’s sign on the door and then back at Myrna with a confused expression. Brian came to a halt behind her. The man looked even more confused when he spotted Brian, and then a look of realization dawned on his face.

“No, excuse me,” the man said and stepped aside so Myrna could exit the men’s room. The guy offered Brian a high five as they passed each other in the doorway.

“I don’t know what he’s high-fiving me about. That didn’t go as expected.”

“Hey, I came really hard, so I’m not complaining.”

He hugged her against his side as they walked toward the parking garage. “If you’re not complaining, then I won’t either. But you owe me one.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He kissed her temple and put his sunglasses back on. “I have no doubt that you will.”

Brian led her to the first floor of the parking garage. Beside the stairwell, a large, red Harley Davidson leaned on its kickstand. He inserted a key into the bike’s ignition and handed Myrna a spare helmet.

“A Harley Fat Boy! Sweet. I didn’t know you had a bike,” she said. “It looks brand new.” She slid the helmet over her head and fastened the chinstrap.

“It’s not mine. Jace let me borrow it. He bought it a couple of weeks ago.”

“I’ll have to thank him. Motorcycles make me hot.”

“Is there anything that doesn’t make you hot?” He flipped up her visor and kissed her.

She thought for a moment. “Taxes and politics?”

He laughed. “Just tell Jace you rode it without any panties on and that will be all the thanks he’ll ever need.”

She looked down at her gray, pinstriped suit skirt and three-inch heels. “I’m not exactly dressed for this, am I?”

He took off his leather jacket and handed it to her. “Put this on.”

She slid into the jacket and inhaled deeply through her nose. The jacket smelled of leather and Brian—the two biggest turn-ons on Earth. She hoped it wasn’t far to the tour bus.

His jacket was several sizes too big and draped over her hands. She could almost wear it as a mini-dress. She zipped it up to her chin.

He smiled at her. “You look adorable.” He tapped her nose with his index finger.

Brian crammed her purse in the small compartment under the seat. He took off his floppy, leather hat and tried smashing it inside as well. It wouldn’t fit.

“Would you mind holding my hat while I drive?” he asked.

“Not at all.”

He handed it to her.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t pack a suitcase,” she said.

He laughed and scratched his head as he stared down at the motorcycle’s lack of cargo space. “True. I was in such a hurry to get here, I didn’t think things through clearly. Jace’s bike seemed more manageable than the tour bus.”

“This will be fun.” She grinned at him and then closed her visor.

Brian put on a helmet and climbed on the bike. God, he looked hot straddling the big machine. The Harley roared to life, rumbling through Myrna’s entire body as he revved the engine. He held her hand while she climbed up on the bike behind him. She had to hike her skirt to the top of her thighs to sit. Her garters showed on both sides, but there was nothing she could do about it. Brian’s hand gripped the bare skin above her white, lace-trimmed stocking.

“I should have called a cab!” he shouted over the roaring engine.

“No, you should not have! This is great! Let’s go!”

“If you say so.”

He turned the bike out of the parking spot and, once in the exit lane, took off like a shot. She held on tight, molding herself to his back with a satisfied sigh. Her free hand splayed over his black T-shirt and the hard muscles of his chest underneath. She couldn’t think of any place in the world she’d rather be at that moment.

They exited the parking garage and took a ramp to a city street. She assumed he avoided I-5 for her benefit. The sun settled beneath the western horizon as an orange haze. Streetlights flickered on as they traveled a main street through the city.

The blowing breeze made the outsides of Myrna’s thighs sting with cold, but Brian’s hips between her thighs kept the insides plenty warm. Passing cars slowed to gawk at them. Hanging out the windows of a compact car, a group of young men wolf-whistled at Myrna’s exposed garters. When they honked and waved, she waved back.

Passing women glared. She didn’t care.

Brian stopped at a stoplight. “It’s at least another fifteen miles,” he said. “Will you be okay back there? We can stop somewhere and buy you some warmer clothes.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m suffering, baby. My balls are starting to ache like you would not believe.”

Holding his hat over his lap with one hand, she moved her other hand to his crotch. His c**k hardened instantly and his body stiffened. The light turned green. He took off like a shot, the bike rumbling beneath them.

“Don’t speed. We might get pulled over!” she shouted. “Then it will take longer to get there.”

He slowed down to the speed limit. Her hand continued to stroke him through his leather pants. He took one hand off the handlebars long enough to unfasten his fly and free his c**k. Beneath the hat, Myrna’s free hand circled his hot, engorged flesh and stroked its length steadily. The smooth skin felt like satin beneath her fingers. She didn’t know how he managed to concentrate on driving.

Another red light.

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 fell back and his body stiffened in front of her. Hot c*m 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.”

“Well, I don’t. I’m all worked up again. Are we going to sit here all day?”

He glanced up at the green light. It turned yellow. He sped forward, laughing. “That will 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.

“f**k that. I’m framing it and hanging it on the wall. 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 pulled 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 well and looked at her apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I’m an i***t. I really should have called 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’ll 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 called 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’ll 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 really lucky now.”

“I’ll 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 c*m out of a lucky hat?”

His nose wrinkled. “Why is there… Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“Brian says telling 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 typically go for men who were in kindergarten when she was graduating high school. She hoped her little kiss didn’t give him nightmares.

He swallowed hard. “You can borrow it any time, Myrna.”

“You’re sweet.”

Jace chuckled. “That’s what all the ladies think. At first.”

Brian tugged her toward the bus steps. “Don’t fall 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 bellowed 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 hallway. “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 hall 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 all happy. Maybe Brian will 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 all,” 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 fell onto the sofa, clutching his side as he laughed.

Eric jumped on him and grabbed him in a headlock. “What is so funny?”

Jace choked and struggled as he attempted to get out of Eric’s grasp.

“Do you want to die, Little Man?” Eric asked. “What are you laughing about?”

“I’m… not laugh—” Jace gasped. “Laughing at… you.”

“You better not be.”

Eric released Jace, who sat up on the couch scowling and rubbing his red neck. It must suck to be the youngest and smallest member of this testosterone-laden group. Myrna winked at Jace and he grinned. Behind Eric’s back, Jace pointed at the hat repeatedly with a huge smile on his face and his tongue hanging out.

“Where’s Sed?” Brian asked.

“He took a couple of chicks to the other bus,” Eric said.

“And you aren’t filming it?”

“I was scrubbing the toilet.”

“Right. Where’s Trey?”

“I think he took his boy toy to a tattoo parlor.”

“That leaves the bedroom free.” Brian took Myrna’s hand and tugged her to the back of the bus. “Later, dudes. Do not disturb.”

“Don’t leave me alone with Sticks!” Jace complained.

Eric grabbed him in a headlock again. “Have fun, kiddies, I’m going to kick Little Man’s ass now.”

“Eric,” Myrna called, as Brian opened the door at the end of the hall. “I think that hat looks really good on you. And you know… payback is always a bitch.” He’d probably never figure out that she was referring to having c*m in his hair as payback to that time he’d jacked-off into hers.

“What?” Eric gave her an odd look, but Brian pulled her into the tiny room and closed the door before she could respond.

“Will Jace be okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, he’s used to us bustin’ his ass.”

She scowled. “That’s not nice.”

“Sed usually keeps Eric in check, but Jace is so grateful for this gig he takes Eric’s crap. I think it’s because he hasn’t been with us since the beginning.”

“That shouldn’t matter. He’s a great bassist.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand how guys think.”

“No one denies that he’s an excellent musician, but he has to earn respect as one of the guys. No one is going to hand it to him. Until Jace kicks the s**t out of Eric, Eric will torment him. That’s just how he is.” Brian removed the clip from Myrna’s hair, allowing the long locks to tumble free over her shoulders. “Why are we talking about this?”

Hell, she didn’t know. She felt protective of Jace for some strange reason.

“We should talk about how cold my legs are instead.”

She stared up at him while his fingers unfastened the buttons of her suit jacket. He kissed her temple, jaw, neck, as he brushed her jacket from her shoulders. Her eyes drifted close. She felt warmer already.

Brian stroked her bare arms with his knuckles, his open mouth sucking the flesh under her ear. She tugged his T-shirt out of the waistband of his pants, and he helped her pull it off over his head. She kept her eyes closed as she explored the hard muscles of his chest and arms with her hands. Her arms circled his body. He drew her against him, hands stroking her back soothingly. She rested her ear against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. He held her there for a long while, one hand stroking the white, satin camisole across her back, the other gently massaging her scalp.

His heart rate picked up beneath her ear. She smiled. “What are you thinking?”

He hugged her closer. “It’s emotional. You wouldn’t approve.”

“Don’t be that way. I want to know.”