Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) (2 page)

“No.” Myrna laughed. “Even though we started out that way.”

And what a weekend that had been. “Then, no, he’s never been in a serious relationship. I’m not sure he’s the type.”

“He’s the type,” Myrna said. “He has so much love to give. I think he’s just hung up on someone.”

“Who could he possibly be hung up on?” Brian couldn’t think of a single conquest of Trey’s that his friend would give a second thought to.

Myrna touched his cheek with gentle fingertips. “You are so clueless sometimes.”

“Apparently I am,” Brian said. “Trey never gets emotionally entangled with the people he puts his dick in.”

“Maybe he never put his dick in this particular emotional entanglement.”

Brian continued puzzling over Trey’s lovers. “There is that Mark guy we met in Portland. But I’d say
he’s
hung up on Trey, not the other way around.”

“Hopefully you’ll figure it out one day,” Myrna said. “So . . . What are we going to do in Aruba?”

He was glad she changed the subject, because her weird little hints about something he couldn’t decipher were confusing him. “Besides have lots of sex?”

She laughed. “We might have a couple of free hours on Thursday.”

“Lounging on the beach sounds like a good plan to me.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“I left it in my other pants.”

She produced a beguiling pout. “Darn.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I’ll think of something. Do you promise to agree to my crazy whims no matter where they steer us?”

His stomach tightened with a case of nerves as he envisioned cliff diving into shallow water and shark wrestling, but he highly doubted she’d put them in danger. “Your crazy whims haven’t steered me wrong yet.”

“So I’ll pick an adventure and you’ll pick one, something you’ve always wanted to do but never had the opportunity or the guts to try.”

Brian nonchalantly peered around the seat in front of him and eyed the bathroom door speculatively. There was this one thing he’d always wanted to do, and they needn’t leave the airplane to do it. “Deal,” he said.

She leaned close to his ear. “I already know what I want to do,” she said, her voice low and husky with desire.

His cock pulsed with interest. “What’s that?”

“Join the mile-high club.”

He laughed and squeezed her knee until she jumped. “Well, you’re going to have to think of something a little more creative than that,” he said, “because that’s what I was going to suggest.”

“Great minds think alike,” she said before sliding a warm hand between his legs. She wasn’t touching his rapidly engorging cock, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t picturing her releasing him from his pants so she could lean over his seat and take him into her talented mouth.

By the time the plane took to the sky, Brian was fixating on the bathroom door like an overzealous drunk at the back of a mile-long line for the toilet.

Chapter Three

Myrna sighed and squirmed in her claustrophobic seat. The inflight movie had started, and Brian still hadn’t found their opening for a little rendezvous in the bathroom. It wasn’t because he wasn’t watching for that opening, but perhaps he could use a little encouragement.

Myrna signaled a passing flight attendant. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m a little chilly. Do you have any blankets?”

“Um, sure,” she said. “Just a minute. I’ll get you one.” She turned toward the front of the plane.

“Two, please,” Myrna called after her.

“You should have worn a sweater,” Brian said, stroking her bare arm.

She’d dressed for their arrival in Aruba, not the cool autumn day she’d left behind in Kansas City.

“I’m not really chilly,” she said, “but I’m pretty sure your lap is.” She lifted appreciative brows at the bulge in his pants and then winked at him.

She loved that she could still make her husband’s jaw drop by being naughty.

“Do you want to trade seats with me?” she asked, nodding toward the more private window seat.

Brian unfastened his seat belt and scrambled to hover above of her lap as if his seat cushion had sprouted poisonous thorns.

She chuckled, released her seat belt, and lifted the armrest between them so she could slide to the aisle seat. Brian plopped down beside her. She noted that the bulge in his pants had already increased in size. She glanced around the cabin to determine the best way to angle her body to block the view of onlookers.

The flight attendant returned with the blankets and charged them eight bucks apiece for their blanket and inflatable pillow packs.

“So much for customer service,” Myrna grumbled as she forked over the cash. She supposed buying a blanket was a better idea anyway, in case Brian got a bit too worked up and made a mess. She spread one blanket over Brian’s lap and the other around her shoulders. She turned in her seat and laid her head on his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his belly beneath her blanket.

“Can you see anything?” she whispered.

He glanced down. “No,” he whispered back.

“Pretend to watch the movie,” she said.

“I will definitely be pretending,” he said.

His abs contracted beneath her hand as she slowly slid it downward. His belly was quivering uncontrollably by the time she reached the waistband of his pants.

“I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” he whispered.

She tilted her head back to look at him, and he kissed her passionately. She was so glad to have found a man as sexually adventurous as she was. Her first husband had been a dud in the sack—or any other place she tried to initiate sex. Brian was Jeremy’s complete opposite, thank God.

Brian’s breath came out in a startled huff against her lips when her hand found his rock-hard cock and gave it a firm squeeze through his jeans. As much as she’d love to make out with him while she touched him,
that
would get them caught for sure. They had to pretend nonchalance.

“Watch the movie,” she said, rubbing her thumb over his bulge in a circular motion.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded slightly. His eyes were closed, but at least his face was turned toward the screen.

Myrna caressed him through his pants—massaging his length, stroking his head, delighting in the breathless hitch in the small sounds he made in the back of his throat. The flesh between her thighs began to throb unbearably. She squirmed in her seat, trying to alleviate the distracting need pulsing through her wet pussy.

“Touch me,” he whispered. “Please.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing.”

She applied more pressure, gripping his thick shaft and rubbing her thumb over the small bump she recognized as the rim of his head.

He reached under the blanket and jerked open his fly, releasing a sexy gasp when his hot, thick cock filled her hand.

“Brian,” she teased in a low voice, “you can’t just whip it out in public.”

But she loved that he had. If not for indecent-exposure laws, she’d already have him buried in her throat.

Myrna pressed his length against his belly as she stroked him. If she released her hold on him, he’d have made one hell of a tent in the thin blanket.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” he growled.

She had a pretty good idea actually. She massaged a bead of pre-cum into the sensitive skin of his cockhead. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“You should probably put this thing away,” she said. “I’d love to keep playing with it, but I have the sudden, uncontrollable urge to go to the bathroom. Maybe you’d like to join me.”

His cock jerked in her hand.

“I’m going to let go now,” she said. “You’d better hold onto it so The Beast doesn’t make a spectacle of himself.”

His hand covered hers, pressing her palm firmly into his erection.

“Just give me one minute,” he said breathlessly.

He guided her hand up and down his length, his face turned slightly toward the window as his eyes rolled upward, his mouth dropped open, and his lashes fluttered.

She knew that face. “Don’t you dare come until you’re inside me,” she whispered. “We have a baby to make.”

She tugged her hand free, and he doubled over, breathing hard as he tried to regain control.

“Is everything okay?” the flight attendant asked from the aisle. “You don’t look so good.”

Myrna jerked at the unexpected intrusion. Her face went hot, but she managed not to reveal what had her husband sweating and flushed.

“Just a little upset stomach, I think,” Myrna said, rubbing Brian’s back as if concerned with his discomfort. She was rather enjoying it, truth be told. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

He waved a hand, the other still buried beneath the blanket. “I’ll be fine in a minute,” he groaned miserably.

“Are you going to be sick?” the flight attendant asked.

“Probably,” he said.

“I’ll help you to the bathroom,” Myrna said. “Okay?”

He nodded resolutely and fumbled under the blanket, undoubtedly closing his fly.

“I can get you an airsickness bag,” the flight attendant offered.

“I don’t think that’s going to help. He’s not feeling well elsewhere.” Her gaze shifted pointedly downward.

The woman didn’t need to know it was his dick and not his intestines causing him problems. Myrna would let her come to her own conclusions about his ailment and why he needed to spend an uncommonly long time in the lavatory.

When Brian was done making himself presentable, Myrna climbed from her seat. “Come on, sweetheart, I’ll help you to the bathroom and wait outside in case you need anything.”

She held out a hand to him, and he scooted from the seat, holding the blanket scrunched up against his waist and doing a pretty good job of acting as if he were sick as he shuffled toward the bathroom. He closed himself into the small bathroom while Myrna waited outside, looking concerned. No one wanted to wait in line with a “sick” passenger in the restroom, so in less than a minute, Myrna found the galley area by the lavatory blissfully empty of spectators.

She opened the bathroom door and found her husband with his cock out, stroking it vigorously with both hands. His head was tilted back in abandon as he panted toward the ceiling of the tiny compartment.

“I told you not to come unless you’re inside me,” she whispered, and squeezed into the small space with him.

“You are trying to kill me, woman,” he accused breathlessly.

He pressed her back against the inside of the flimsy door and fumbled under her skirt. Her panties were around her ankles in an instant. She kicked one foot free of them and lifted it to the toilet seat. She bit her lip so she didn’t call out his name when his huge cock found home and he thrust upward, penetrating her.

He grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the door on either side of her head, fucking her as hard as the cramped confines of the bathroom would allow.

“Do you liked to be fucked like this?” he growled into her ear.

“God, yes,” she whispered. “I like to be fucked any way you give it to me.”

“You drive me insane,” he said, rotating his hips to make her groan with bliss.

“I’m sorry.” Her insatiable lust had been one of the failings that had driven her first husband away.

He chuckled. “You’re
sorry
?”

“I can’t control my urges. I try… I just can’t.”

He released her wrists so he could bury his hands in her hair and tug her head back. Her gaze settled on his intense brown eyes.

“Don’t ever change, Myrna. You hear me?” He jerked her hair to make sure he had her attention. “Not ever. I happen to get off on every last one of your urges.”

Heart soaring, she smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He held her against the door for leverage and slowed his strokes to take her deeper.
God, yes, Brian, deeper. Deeper.

He ground his pelvis against her each time his balls bounced against her ass, rubbing her clit until she had no choice but to explode in bliss. She kissed him desperately as she came; she needed the diversion to occupy her mouth so she didn’t scream her pleasure out to an airplane of unsuspecting passengers. He shuddered against her as he pumped his hips one last time and clung to her ass with bruising fingers as he filled her with his seed.

And hopefully a baby.

She smiled at the thought and snuggled her face against his neck, loving him more with every breath.

A knock on the door echoed in the small space. Myrna started, having lost sight of where they were locked in a lovers’ embrace.

“Everything okay in there?” the flight attendant called in a worried voice.

“I’m feeling much better now,” Brian answered. “Thanks! I’ll be out in a minute.”

Myrna stifled a giggle against his shoulder and hugged him fiercely with both arms and legs.

“How jealous would Sed be if I knocked you up on a commercial flight to Aruba?” Brian said.

Myrna got tickled at the thought of Brian and Sed competing for the best place to knock up their women. She was sure Sed would try to one-up Brian, and there was no telling where he’d fuck Jessica to win accolades.

“Please don’t bet him,” she said between giggles. “Should you lose, I’m not sure I could stand having to look at another nauseatingly adorable tattoo on your ass.”

“I thought you were fond of Fluffy and Precious,” Brian teased, using the pet names Myrna had given to the calico kitten and unicorn he sported on his ass thanks to the bet he’d lost to one obnoxious drummer—aka Mr. Eric Sticks.

Myrna stretched her arm out to squeeze his ass. “I don’t mind them one bit as long as I don’t have to look at them.”

“So you don’t want to install a mirror over our bed to watch my ass as I pump into you?”

She shuddered in mock revulsion. “Only if you want me to laugh at you the entire time.”

“I think that would be a little hard on my ego.”

“And my ability to come.”

“I could get it removed or covered with something less horrible.” He pulled out of her slowly and waited for her to lower her feet to the floor before releasing her.

“A bet’s a bet,” she said with a sigh, checking out the tattoo in question and shaking her head at the adorable kitten riding a unicorn, a brilliantly colorful rainbow in the background. “You really need to get revenge on Eric for designing that monstrosity.”

“What about Jace?” Brian said, washing his hands and cock in the tiny sink.

“You know he wouldn’t have chosen something that abhorrent on his own.”

“I’m not so sure.” Brian pulled up his pants, covering the topic of their conversation under denim. “Jace may be quiet, but he’s not as sweet and innocent as he pretends to be.”

Myrna cleaned up as best she could with toilet paper and a wet paper towel, thinking men had it so much easier in such situations. She wriggled into her panties, bumping into Brian several times in the small confines of the bathroom. When she was semi-decent again, Brian wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and used it to tug her toward him for a tender kiss.

“I love you, Mrs. Sinclair.”

“I love you too.”

“Do you think everyone on the plane knows why we’re in here together?”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Blessed.”

“We’ll see if you still feel that way after our walk of shame.”

“Except I’m not ashamed. Not at all.” Jeremy had made her feel shame for her sex drive, but she wouldn’t allow herself to feel that way ever again. She smiled at her second husband, who was definitely the better one—no contest. “Welcome to the mile-high club, baby.”

“I’m glad I waited to join it with you.” He grinned at her, pecked her on the tip of her nose, and then opened the door.

The guy standing at the front of the line lifted an eyebrow at them, but didn’t say anything. Myrna walked back to their seats, her arm behind her so she could hold Brian’s hand as he followed. Most people averted their eyes, but the overzealous fan who had been behind them in line in the terminal lifted a hand to give Brian a high five.