Chapter 14

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 whore. 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 tits. If she wanted to keep him interested in her body, she'd have to surprise him occasionally. With all that young, available pussy 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. "Sexual 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 cock. 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 cock 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 cock 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 shit, 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 cock 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 cock. 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 cock faster and faster. Faster. Faster. His head fell back and his body stiffened in front of her. Hot cum 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 cock 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.

"Fuck 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 idiot. 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 cum 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 cum 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 shit 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."

"I'll tell you later." His hand moved to the zipper of her skirt. The garment landed in a puddle at her feet. She kicked it aside.

He drew her camisole over her head, leaving her in her bra, garters, stockings, and high heels. Her panties were still in his pocket. He took her hands and held her arms away from her sides, stepping back so he could get a good look at her.

He grinned deviously. "You do know how to get a man in the mood, Professor. I wondered what you had on under that conservative suit. Even better than I imagined."

She flushed with pleasure. "I always wonder why I buy frilly underwear when no one ever gets to see it but me."

"I'm seeing it. It's very nice. Feminine. Sexy."

He scooped her up into his arms and she gasped in surprise. Kneeling on the bed, he crawled up the mattress, carrying her along with him. Her shoes tumbled off the end of the bed with a clatter. He gently laid her on top of the comforter and stretched out beside her, brushing the skin of her lower belly with the back of his hand. She shivered.

His finger traced the edge of her white, lacy bra. "So no one gets to see your underwear?" He grinned. Smugly.

"Not recently," she said. "Present company being the exception."

He kissed her passionately, his hand cupping her breast over her bra. When his mouth drew away, he whispered, "Let's keep it that way."

When she didn't deny the logic of the idea, he smiled.

"Of course, the rest of your band has seen me naked," she reminded him.

"But it didn't mean anything."

Her legs started to tingle as warmth sank into her flesh. She reached for the edge of the comforter and folded it over herself.

"You're still cold, aren't you?"

She nodded, shivering slightly. He climbed from the bed, removed his boots and pants, and then climbed between the sheets in his boxers and socks. He held the covers up and she crawled beneath them with him. Brian spooned against her back and draped a leg over hers, cocooning her in his warmth. When she shuddered with cold, he tucked the heavy comforter under her chin.

"You're freezing," he whispered, his nose pressed under her ear.

"I noticed. And you're so warm." She snuggled closer.

His arms tightened around her. "You like me, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"When I called you this afternoon, I thought you'd just hang up on me. Those stupid girls yelling at me to sign their tits the moment I got you on the phone. Great timing, I thought. It took me two weeks to find the balls to call you."

"If I had any sense, I would have hung up on you."

"And now you're here. Willing to drop everything and hop on a plane to see me."

"For entirely selfish reasons. Trust me."

"Willing to freeze half to death and ride on a motorcycle in a skirt to be here."

"Hey, it's a really nice bike."

"You like me. Admit it."

"A little," she said, grinning to herself.

He squeezed her closer. "Wanna go to Vegas and get married?"

She frowned. "No. Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because I want to marry you, why else?"

"Marriage is not my idea of a good time."

"How would you know?"

"I tried it. Didn't like it."

"You were married?" He leaned away from her. She glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Yeah. I've been divorced for almost five years now. I'd like to keep it that way."

"Well, that explains a few things. He hurt you badly, didn't he?" He stroked her hair from her face and kissed her temple.

"Yeah, actually, he did."

"I'd never hurt you, Myrna."

She snorted derisively. "How many times have I heard that same old song?"

He kissed her cheek tenderly. Her jaw. "Never. No one's heard the songs we make together. We write them as we go. I haven't written more than three notes since the last time we made love."

"Then I think it's time to write another."

"I agree. But I've got a few questions first."

She rolled over to face him. "This sounds serious."

"Now that I know you aren't sleeping with any other men—"

"Well, there is BOB."

His face fell. "Bob?"

"Yeah, but he never actually sleeps with me. Just gives me fantastic orgasms, then I put him back in the drawer. I have to change his double A's occasionally, but he's fairly low maintenance."

His brow furrowed. "A vibrator?"

She grinned. "Multi-functional with attachments. BOB. My Battery Operated Boyfriend."

"God, don't tease me like that. You ripped my heart out of my chest for a minute there."

"Aw, I'm sorry." She stroked his longish, black hair from his face. "I'm not really sleeping with anyone."

"So you aren't on birth control?"

"I have an IUD. Wait a minute. Is this the it's-time-to-stop-using-condoms conversation?"

"I keep dreaming about coming inside of you."

"You dream about it?"

"All the time. I'm usually awake, but…"

She laughed and kissed him. He looked so hopeful as he gazed into her eyes. "Pregnancy isn't the only thing we have to worry about, Brian. There are STDs—"

He leaned over her body, opened a drawer in a side table and pulled out a piece of paper. "I've already been checked. See. All clear." He held up a printout from a clinic.

"But what if I'm not?"

His face fell. "Is that a possibility? I've been inside you more than once without any protection."

"I tested disease free at my last appointment."

"And?"

"And I haven't slept with anyone but you since."

"Awesome." He tossed the printout aside and climbed on top of her. He worked his boxers down his thighs and lowered his head to kiss her throat.

"Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you plan all this? Why did you have your test results in a drawer next to the bed?"

He lifted his head to gaze down at her. "Myrna, you're under my skin. I've been planning for your return since the moment you left me behind in Des Moines. I have several surprises for you, actually."

Intrigued, she lifted an eyebrow at him. "What kind of surprises?"

"If I told you, they wouldn't be surprises."

"That's true."

"So can I come inside you?"

"There's no reason why you can't."

"Yes." Fist clenched in victory, he leaned out of the bed again, retrieving something from the drawer. "Now for one of your surprises."

He opened a small square package with his teeth. It looked suspiciously like a condom. He dumped something into the palm of his hand. She stared at it, perplexed. It wasn't a condom. It was a pink rubber ring about the size of a condom though. On one edge, it had a pill-shaped attachment.

"Is that…"

"A cock ring, with a special part for your enjoyment."

She shook her head. "You don't need it."

He grinned wickedly and crushed the ring in his hand. It started vibrating. "I think you'll like this."

He tossed the covers aside and slid the ring over his cock, all the way to the base. He shuddered. "I like it, too."

"Fine, we'll try it. I just think we're too hot for each other to need toys."

"Are you complaining?" He rolled on top of her, a persistent hum coming from his crotch area.

"No. I just think…"

He slid into her, backing out several times to wet himself with her juices. She forgot about everything but the feel of him inside her. When he buried himself completely, the vibrating attachment on the cock ring brushed against her clit. She jerked. "Whoa." He had the attention of every nerve ending in her body.

"Yeah, that's what I said," he murmured.

He quickly found a rhythm that excited them both.

She was certain his cock was engorged even larger than usual. The Beast stretched her to her limits and the amazing gadget buzzed against her sensitive clit with each penetrating stroke.

"Oh my," she gasped, shuddering hard against him.

He stayed buried deep while she came, continuing to stimulate her clit until she cried out.

"You like it?" He kissed her jaw as she continued to shudder.

Her body arched off the bed, grinding him deeper still. He pulled back and thrust into her again. She couldn't stop shuddering. The pleasure between her thighs needed to be offset by something. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and shoved the fabric aside impatiently. Covering her breasts with her hands, she gritted her teeth and pinched her stiff nipples as hard as she could. A little pain balanced the pleasure nicely. She shuddered harder. He pushed one of her hands aside and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

"Ah," she cried.

His fingers stroked her hair gently while he tugged on her breast with his mouth. His hard sucking felt even better than the pain she'd inflicted. She swore his cock was still thickening. Or maybe she was more swollen than normal. Whatever its cause, the head of his dick rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust. She knew of female ejaculation, but had never experienced it while making love before. Exploration with a vibrator, yes, she'd achieved it a few times, but a man never brought her even close to the experience. Until now.

"Brian," she whispered urgently.

He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her lips. He groaned, his teeth clenched, lip curled. "God, this feels fantastic," he murmured. "Skin on skin. Warm, soft velvet all around me. I want to be inside of you forever."

That was the difference. No condom.

"Yes," she agreed. "Oh," she gasped. "Brian. Brian? I think. I think I'm gonna…"

"Just let go, baby. I'll make you come again. You don't have to hold back."

"You don't un- understand. This…"

She bore down on his cock as if trying to pee, and wasn't disappointed. A hard, pulsating orgasm gripped her insides. She cried out. So much different than a clitoral orgasm. Primal in intensity. Every organ in her lower body clenched in hard spasm, relaxed, clenched again. Fucking fantastic.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched off the bed. He held her back with one hand until the orgasm subsided.

"What happened there?" he whispered.

When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at his concerned face.

"That felt different, Myrna. You okay?"

"I'm better than okay." She grinned. "Ever hear of female ejaculation?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "I thought that was a myth."

She laughed brokenly, almost maniacally. "Did that feel like a myth to you?'

He grinned. "No, actually…"

"Without a condom, the head of your cock rubs my g-spot every time you pull out and thrust inside me. It's as if we were—"

"Made for each other."

"Yeah." She laughed. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?"

He scowled. "I don't think it's ridiculous."

She touched his face. Such a romantic. "Why are you taking a break, Brian? I thought you wanted to come inside me."

"I already did."

"You did?"

He laughed. "No, sweetheart. That was all you. Do you want to be on top for a while? I'm getting light-headed."

On top? When she was on top, she always came twice as often. She didn't know if she could handle his vibrating cock ring in that position. She was willing to endure it for his sake, however.

"Yeah, okay."

He pulled out slowly, wincing when he fell free of her body, and rolled onto his back. She hadn't just been imagining that his cock was thicker than usual. Pulsating. The skin strained over thick veins, its head an angry purple.

"That Beast really is going to tear me in half today. No wonder you're light-headed."

She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and cradled his nuts in her hand, massaging gently. He groaned. He shifted toward the side table drawer and searched blindly for something. After a moment, he pressed something into her hand. "Put that inside me."

She examined the small object. Black. About the size of her thumb. She released the head of his cock from her mouth and squeezed his balls until he gasped in pain. When she released them, he groaned.

"A butt plug? You are a little kinky, aren't you, Master Sinclair?"

He hesitated and then lifted his head to look at her. "Does it bother you? I can put it away." His hand extended toward her to take it back.

She rolled her eyes at him and stretched out on her belly, her face between his legs. His body jerked when she thrust her tongue into his ass. She licked him eagerly, wetting the area with her saliva until he dripped with the moisture from her mouth.

"Oh God, Myr," he gasped. "My cock is in desperate need of attention."

She squeezed his nuts again, but ignored his engorged member, as she thrust her tongue in and out of his ass. If she touched his cock, he'd explode, and she'd promised him that he could come inside her—not on his own belly. When his thighs began to tremble, she decided he'd had enough and slid the plug into his ass. He tensed. Groaned. Shuddered. God, she wanted to ride him.

She crawled up his body and straddled his hips, guiding his rock hard cock inside. She gritted her teeth and sank down, taking him all at once. He arched his back and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Ah, fuck, Myrna. Fuck."

She slid up his pole.

His back arched more. His entire body trembled. She took him deep again, the vibrating cock ring stimulating her clit. She shuddered, rising and falling faster. She raked her nails down his belly. He convulsed. Chanted her name. Writhed in ecstasy. She'd never seen a guy get off so hard. It excited her beyond anything in her experience. He began to drive himself up into her, lifting his hips up off the mattress, as if he was unable to keep them still. He thrust. Thrust. Thrust up into her like an animal.

Gasps and groans punctuated each thrust as they strained against each other, both close to letting go. When her body shuddered with release, he grabbed her hips and held her down as he came, spurting inside her, his body tense, face contorted with pleasure.

He forgot to breathe.

She couldn't take her eyes off him.

After a long moment, he inhaled deeply and relaxed into the bed, still shuddering. She fell forward, collapsing on top of him. His arm wrapped around her back.

She turned her head so she could look at him.

He panted unevenly to catch his breath, a delirious smile on his face. "That…" he murmured, "that…"

"Was fantastic."

"There are no words."

"Did it live up to your expectations? Coming inside me, I mean."

He opened his eyes. "You have to ask? I think we created our own supernova with that explosion."

She grinned at him. "But you didn't hear any music that time?"

"I heard an entire symphonic orchestra." He laughed. "I'm not sure if I can use it. We'll have to take it down a notch if I'm going to get any writing done for the band."

She lifted her head and pouted down at him. "You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Yeah, I do. I don't think I can stand to come that hard more than once or twice a day."

She sighed. "I guess I'll have to learn to live with it." She ducked her head to hide a grin and kissed his shoulder tenderly.

He rolled her onto her back and removed his hardware, tossing the items back into the drawer. He settled down amongst the pillows and held his arms open. "Come here, baby," he whispered, almost asleep. "I want to hold you."

If she wanted to keep this thing between them solely about sex, she knew she shouldn't indulge him, but she relented and moved into his arms. He arranged the covers around them. Her legs were definitely warm now, but cuddling up against him warmed more than her body. She sighed and relaxed against his side, her head resting on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head and hummed a guitar riff under his breath just as he drifted off to sleep.

She supposed she could tolerate being around this guy and his band mates for three months. Assuming they wanted her along for the ride.