BACKSTAGE PASS XXXVIII
867 Words
After a moment, Brian twisted his head to the side, breaking the kiss. Trey’s head dropped to rest against the side of Myrna’s face. He cupped Brian’s jaw with such tenderness, Myrna’s fist clinched. She knew Brian didn’t love Trey. Not that way. He couldn’t. Brian was hers. Only hers.
Trey panted with exertion, pumped into her deeply twice and then shuddered with a startled cry as he found release. “Brian,” he gasped. “Brian.”
Brian hadn’t moved for several minutes. He opened his eyes, but they were glazed over with that far off look he got when he was completely inside his own head. “Do you hear it?” he whispered.
Myrna smiled. She knocked Trey’s hand aside and stroked back the strands of hair sticking to Brian’s sweaty face. “Yeah, baby. I hear it. Let it come.”
Trey lifted his head, listening intently. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Go get something to write on,” she said to Trey. And leave us alone. He’s mine.
“What? He didn’t finish, did he? I wanted to watch him come. He always looks so hot when he lets go.”
“He’ll be out of it like that for a while. Go get something to write on. Trust me, you’re going to want to write this one down.”
“Thanks for sharing Brian with me this morning, Myrna. He’s been distancing himself from me lately.” Trey kissed her temple affectionately and pulled out.
Uh, no. She was not sharing Brian with him. As exciting and pleasurable as they had made this encounter for her, she much preferred having Brian all to herself. Brian was hers. Only hers. And she wanted to keep it that way.
Trey searched the room noisily for something to write on, but Myrna scarcely noticed. She was too busy coming to terms with the idea that she wasn’t just hopelessly, madly, deeply in lust with Brian “Master” Sinclair. She might actually love him. An idea that did not sit well with her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Brian asked her, much more alert than he’d been a few moments before.
“Like what?”
“Like you have a bad taste in your mouth.” Brian licked his lips, his brows drawing together in confusion. “And why do my lips taste like cherry?” He lifted his head to glare at Trey. “Did you kiss me again?”
Again?
Trey chuckled uneasily. “Of course not.” He tossed a pen and pad of paper onto the bed and fled the room. The door closed behind him securely. He hadn’t even bothered to take his clothes with him.
Brian looked at Myrna. “He kissed me, didn’t he?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m going to go kick his ass now. Excuse me.” He backed away, his c**k falling free of her body.
Myrna wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.” She nuzzled her face against his neck. She could never remember feeling this emotionally attached to anyone. Why did knowing that someone else loved Brian make her want him for herself even more?
“He knows better.”
“Are you and Trey more than friends?” she asked, her heart thudding. Please say no. Please.
Brian stopped trying to pull away and went entirely still. “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”
“Are you lovers?”
He hesitated for far too long. Myrna felt sick to her stomach. Not because it was Trey that Brian shared an intimate relationship with, but because she and Brian weren’t as exclusive as she had led herself to believe.
“I know I’m going to regret telling you this.” He took a deep breath and avoided her gaze when he said, “Trey and I experimented with each other in high school.”
“High school?” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah. It was only once.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Okay, twice. I f****d him twice. But we got it out of our systems and we never did it again.” He buried his face in her neck. “I disgust you now, don’t I? I should never have told you.”
“I’m not disgusted,” she whispered. Relieved. Yes, that’s what she was feeling. And happy that he trusted her enough to tell her something that personal.
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “You’re not?”
“No. It’s fine. It’s all in the past. Right?”
“Yeah, of course. I don’t even like to think about it.” He stared into her eyes for a long moment and then pressed his lips to hers. “I can’t believe you’re cool with this. You’re too good to be true.”
He showed his appreciation with deep, all-encompassing kisses and questing hands. She encouraged his attention, knowing that even though Brian was well over his brief attraction to Trey, Trey was in no way ready to give up on Brian.
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