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Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour #2) Page 5
Author: Olivia Cunning

She ran her hands up his back and he shuddered, gasping softly. She’d discovered his most sensitive erogenous zone, but either she didn’t notice his reaction or didn’t care. She clung to his shoulders, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.

After a few minutes, he said, “I think it’s time for you to suck me. I’ve got to leave soon.”

She sighed. “All right. Can you take off the condom though?”

“No.” He pulled out and rolled next to her.

“I’m afraid I’ll suck it down my throat.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” He sighed when she sucked him deep. She wasn’t too bad at this. A bit timid. “Suck it hard,” he said. “Harder. Yeah, that’s it.”

He usually fought orgasm for as long as he could, but in this case, he concentrated on coming as quickly as possible. When he let go, it was far from satisfying, but at least it was over.

She grinned up at him. “How was that?”

“Tolerable.” He climbed from the bed and removed the condom, tying a knot in the open end and tossing it in the wastebasket.

“You’re an ass**le.”

He found his pants and put them on. “Yeah. So. Is that a problem?”

She laughed. “Not for me. Can I have my tickets?”

“I’ll see if Jake has one.” Jake, one of their long-time roadies, usually distributed tickets and backstage passes to women he thought might interest the band. He had an eye for good pu**y.

“One?” she said, pouting annoyingly.

“Yeah, one.”

“What about my boyfriend?”

Sed lifted an eyebrow at her. “Do you really think he’s gonna want to come to my show if he knows how you got his ticket?”

“Of course. He’s a huge fan of yours. He’ll be excited to put his junk where yours has been.” She scrunched her hair with both hands, eyeing herself in the mirror over the dresser. “Two?”

Sed tugged a black T-shirt over his head and rubbed a hand over the soft stubble of his short hair. “Uhhhhh… No. You’re lucky to get one.”

When he left the room, she was getting dressed and scowling.

Eric accosted Sed in the corridor. “Everyone is waiting for you.”

“Just let me shave. And tell Jake to give that girl a ticket for tomorrow night’s show so she’ll get lost.”

“I don’t think he has any left. We’re opening for Exodus End. Not the headliner.”

“Then ask Dare for one. He’ll share.” Dare was Exodus End’s lead guitarist. He was also the older brother of Sed’s rhythm guitarist, Trey. Sed and Dare went way back. Sorta. “Come on, man. I’d do it myself, but I need to shave. You’re ready.”

Eric sighed loudly and turned to exit the tour bus, muttering something under his breath about a f**king errand boy.

Sed hurried through his shave. He’d nearly finished when Myrna, soon-to-be Mrs. Brian Sinclair, came to stand in the doorway. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him carefully draw the razor up under his chin. She wore a trim tweed skirt, purple camisole, and two-inch heels. Strands of auburn hair had come loose from the knot at the base of her neck to curl against her lovely heart-shaped face. Now here was a classy and beautiful woman. Someone Sed could respect. He totally understood why Brian had to tumble her into bed every couple of hours. She had an untouchable quality that heightened a man’s sense of challenge. Too bad she only had eyes for his lead guitarist. Sed’s every attempt to seduce her had met with failure.

“Promise me you’ll bring him home safe, Sed,” Myrna said.

He grinned at her. “I promise. He might be too drunk to walk, but he’ll be safe.”

Brian appeared in the doorway next to Myrna. He wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “I think I’d rather skip the bachelor party,” he murmured. “Celebrate the end of bachelorhood in the bedroom with you.”

Sed rolled his eyes. “You can’t have a bachelor party with your fiancée, you dumbass.”

The couple in the doorway stared into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people on Earth. Sed didn’t know whether to be jealous or repulsed.

“I love you,” Brian murmured.

Myrna touched Brian’s jaw. “I love you.”

“You sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Brian smiled like a lunatic and kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers stealing into his shoulder-length black hair. Only inches separated their mouths as they continued to lose themselves to their closeness, completely in tune with one another.

“Knock it off, you two,” Sed demanded. “You’re giving me diabetes.”

“Tomorrow I get to call you Mrs. Sinclair,” Brian said to Myrna, ignoring Sed.

“What do I get to call you?”

“My Personal Sex God.”

She chuckled. “That’s a given.”

Trey, Brian’s best friend and the band’s rhythm guitarist, wriggled between the couple’s bodies. “Isn’t there some sort of rule against the bride and groom seeing each other before the wedding?” He covered Myrna’s eyes with one hand and Brian’s with the other. “No peeking.”

Brian punched him in the ribs.

Trey clutched his midsection with both arms. “Did you see that, Myrna?”

Myrna brushed Trey’s hair from his face and kissed him on the forehead. “Poor baby.”

Trey hugged Myrna’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder. “Hold me.” He gazed up at her with one emerald green eye. His over-long black bangs concealed the other. Everyone knew his innocent looks were entirely fabricated, but Myrna didn’t seem to care. She wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back.

“Get off her,” Brian insisted, shoving Trey into the corridor.

“We going?” Jace, bassist and token platinum blond of the group, asked. He maintained a growth of dark beard stubble to toughen up his look, but it was his cold, chocolate-brown eyes that prevented most people from fixating on how f**king adorable he was.

“Just waiting on Sed,” Trey said. “Where’d Eric go?”

“He’s hunting Jake,” Sed told him.

Brian had Myrna pinned to his body now, kissing her like he was trying to permanently meld his mouth to hers. Slowly inching her conservative skirt up her thighs, he rubbed her ass and ground his pelvis against hers. They were already enjoying themselves more than Sed had not ten minutes ago. Didn’t seem fair.

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