Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) (3 page)

“Get some,” Kev said, and his soon-to-be-wife tittered with a round of giggles.

Myrna was glad when Brian didn’t high-five him or comment but kept right on walking. He released Myrna’s hand when they reached their seats, and she slid in to sit by the window.

When Brian sat beside her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side for his customary round of after-sex cuddling. He was far more affectionate than she was, but she no longer tried to fight his attention. In fact, she liked his tenderness more each day. Nights without him while he was on the road were so lonely that she sometimes cuddled with her pillow and pretended it was him. Unfortunately, pillows didn’t hug back. She settled in next to him as close as possible and breathed in his intoxicating scent.

“I hope you’re thinking about what you want to do for
your
adventure,” Brian said, rubbing his cheek against her hair. “Because it’s going to be hard to top that one.”

She laughed and gave him a squeeze. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something you’ll never forget.”

But she was all talk. She had no idea how she was supposed to figure out something more mind-blowing than what they’d just experienced.

Chapter Four

Inside their penthouse suite, Brian dropped his keycard on the kitchen counter and rushed to the glass door that led to the balcony. The cerulean ocean stretched before him until the water met the horizon and blended into an all-encompassing swath of blue. Below him¸ tall palm trees swayed in the strong onshore breeze and a few beachgoers dotted the white sand and walked in the rolling waves of the surf.

“What an amazing view,” he said, awed. He’d always loved the ocean and had been partial to his native Southern Californian beaches. Until now.

“I’ll say,” Myrna said.

When he glanced over his shoulder at her, she wasn’t looking at the beach at all.

“Are you staring at my ass?”

“At the moment, yes, but the entire package looks amazing to me.”

“I’ll give you the entire package,” he said, taking her by the wrist and tugging her into his arms so he could kiss her deeply.

“Please do,” she murmured against his lips.

“You sure you can handle it all?”

She turned him around and slowly walked him backward until his calves bumped into something solid. Next thing he knew, his shorts were around his ankles and he was seated on a comfortable patio sofa. Myrna sank to her knees in front of him and used both hands on his thighs to spread his legs. Eyes focused on his, she grasped his shaft in one hand.

“Let me know when you think I’ve
hand
led it all,” she said, her soft pink lips twisted in a wry grin.

She used one hand to gently massage his balls. The other stroked his length with a tantalizing touch that merely skimmed the surface of his skin—and instantly had him squirming with excitement. The entire time she handled him, she held his gaze locked with hers. He couldn’t look away, even though the gorgeous ocean served as a spectacular backdrop to his beautiful wife.

“Use your mouth.” He’d meant it as a demand, but the words came out as a plea.

“You implied I couldn’t
hand
le it all,” she said. “You said nothing about my mouth. Besides, I know I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth without dislocating my jaw and taking years of sword-swallowing lessons.”

He grabbed his shaft in one hand. “Swords wished they were this thick,” he teased.

“Oh, I beg your pardon,” she said, most seriously. “Sequoia-swallowing lessons, then.”

He chuckled and released his grip on his dick to stroke a silky lock of hair from her cheek. He traced her upper lip with his thumb. “You don’t have to take it all. Just the most sensitive part.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

“I always have your best interests at heart.”

“Then why am
I
the one on my knees?” she challenged.

He’d happily reciprocate with his mouth on her most sensitive part, but she’d started this. “Because you love me.”

“Are you a lucky guy or what?”

“The luckiest,” he said and then groaned when she lowered her head to tease his nuts with her clever tongue.

He squirmed when her breath blew gently against the wetness she’d left behind.

“I hope you’re ready to make a beautiful baby, little guys,” she said to his balls.

“Little guys?”

“I was talking to your sperm.”

Brian snorted and tugged her from her knees, encouraging her to straddle his lap. “They’re ready,” he assured her.

Buried inside her, lost in the bliss her body always gave to his, Brian wasn’t sure what prompted him to open his eyes. But what he saw just above the balcony railing near the wall made his blood boil. Myrna grunted in protest as he lifted her from his lap and tossed her none too gently on the sofa before jumping to his feet and making a mad dash for the railing. In his haste he stumbled over the shorts around his ankles. An instant before he grabbed the smartphone attached to one of those selfie poles, it disappeared around the wall between their balcony and the one next to theirs. Brian jerked his shorts up and climbed the rail, intent on claiming the piece of equipment that had completely violated his and Myrna’s privacy.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Myrna yelled, grabbing the back of his shorts to pull him back onto their balcony before he could climb to the neighboring one.

“Someone was watching us—or more likely recording us—with their goddamned cellphone.” He shoved her hands aside and climbed the stone railing again.

“Then go around and knock on their door. You’re going to kill yourself!”

He glanced down the near-fifty feet between his head and the ground and slipped back off the railing and onto the balcony. He was so pissed, he wasn’t thinking clearly. Lucky for him his wife was more rational than he tended to be.

“Someone is about to get their ass kicked,” he said and rushed through the suite to the exit. Once in the hall, he banged on the neighboring door and waited for a response. What if no one answered? Then what?

Then he would take it up with the hotel manager.

“Open the fucking door!” he bellowed. “I know you’re in there.” He pounded again, going so far as to jiggle the handle.

He was surprised when it turned in his hand and the door eased open.

“Will you look who it is, Gail? I told you it was him out on the balcony getting him some more, didn’t I?”

The fan from the airport? No fucking way.

“Give me your cellphone,” Brian demanded, extending a hand in the guy’s direction. “Now!”

“Hey, if you want me to have your number that badly…”

Brian jerked the device from the man’s hand and checked his photo stream for videos or pictures of himself and Myrna. He discovered a lot of video footage of various rock concerts, but no sex videos.

“I’ll need to see your girlfriend’s phone too,” Brian said, checking through the videos one last time in case he’d somehow missed one of Myrna pleasuring him with her hands and mouth, or riding his cock on the patio sofa. But nope, nothing.

“Normally I wouldn’t let a guy hit on my girl,” Kev said, “but I’d let
you
bang her on our wedding night.”

And why would Brian want to do that when he was already married to his perfect woman? His perfect woman touched his arm and stood on tiptoes to peer around his shoulder.

“Well?” Myrna asked.

“Nothing on his phone. Just need to check his woman’s.”

“Why do you need to check our phones anyway?” Kev asked.

“Because I saw you recording us with your phone while we were on the balcony,” Brian said, taking Gail’s phone and checking her photo stream.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Kev said. “Is your room next to ours?”

“Obviously.” The dude had just said he knew they were on the balcony getting some—was he completely stupid? Brian’s frustration escalated as photo after photo of a very fluffy, very orange Pomeranian graced every image in Gail’s phone. There wasn’t anything remotely related to him and Myrna saved to her files.

“That’s Peaches!” Gail said. “Oh, I miss her so much already. I wish we could have brought her with us.”

“Sometimes I think she loves that dog more than she loves me,” Kev said and shook his head.

“There isn’t anything on here either,” Brian said to Myrna as finished flipping through dog pictures.

“Maybe you were seeing things,” she said. “And are you sure you saw it from this side of the balcony?”

He was sure. At least he had been until both phones came up evidence-free.

“Maybe I was mistaken.”

“If you two are free for dinner, we’d love to take you out. My buddies will never believe that A, I met Brian Sinclair. B, he’s staying in the room next to mine. And C, he had dinner with me.”

“No,” Brian said, without consulting Myrna. He was pretty sure they’d be on the same page here. “We already have plans.”

“No offense, but it’s our honeymoon,” Myrna said, sounding slightly apologetic. Brian had no idea why. “We just want to spend time alone together.”

“In private,” Brian added, still convinced that one of these two—probably Kev—had been spying on them.

“I understand,” Kev said dejectedly as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if you change your mind…”

“We won’t,” Brian said and spun Myrna toward their open hotel room door.

He ushered her inside and closed the door. He wanted to be alone with her, sure, but mostly he wanted to get away from Kev and Gail. They made him uncomfortable, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.

“What has gotten into you?” Myrna stood just inside the room with both hands on her hips and eyeing him with disapproval.

“What are you talking about?” He honestly had no idea.

“I’ve never seen you act so rude toward a fan. Ever. First you blew him off on the plane and now you go barging into his room accusing him of recording us with his phone and then you reject his invitation to his wedding and to dinner without so much as an apology.”

“You want to go to their wedding and to dinner with them?”

“Hell no, but you could show a little common courtesy. He obviously idolizes you.”

“A lot of people idolize me,” he pointed out.

“I know. It’s just when you start to take that for granted—”

Oh. “I become a self-involved prick.”

She smiled and relaxed her stance. “And that’s not who you are.”

That’s who his father had been. Brian had promised himself long ago that if he ever came close to equaling his father’s phenomenal success as a guitarist, he’d never take his fans for granted and he’d never make his family feel as if they weren’t the most important part of his life. So if he was already breaking his first promise, what was to say he’d be able to keep the second one?

“Should I go apologize to them?” Brian asked.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said. “They are pretty weird.”

He laughed.

“But if we run into them again, try to be a little nicer.”

“I’ll try. But if I catch him spying on us again, I will stomp on his face.”

“If you’re sure it’s him, I won’t stop you.”

He drew her into his arms and kissed her slowly, deeply, hoping she could feel how much he loved her through the touch of his lips and the rapidly engorging ridge in his shorts.

“Where were we?” he murmured.

“Before I get all wrapped up in you again, you need to call Trey,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

She shook her head. “He’ll be worried. I’m surprised he hasn’t called you ten times already.”

“I still have my phone in airplane mode,” Brian admitted.

“Well, that explains it.” She laughed and drew away. “Don’t talk too long,” she said as she walked through an open door and disappeared into the bathroom.

Brian fished his phone out of his pocket and after adjusting his settings, dialed Trey. He didn’t bother reading the multitude of text messages or listen to his voicemail.

“What the hell, dude?” Trey answered. “Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone? I even tried calling Myrna’s. I was starting to think you were dead.”

“This is the morgue…” Brian said, doing his best to disguise his voice by speaking at a lower pitch than normal. “We found this phone on a dead body. Can you come down and identify the remains?”

“That’s not even funny, Brian.”

Brian chuckled. “How did you know it was me?”

“Because,” Trey said. “You suck!”

“In general or at disguising my voice?”

“Both. Where the hell are you?” Trey sounded uncharacteristically pissed off.

“I’m in paradise with Myrna.”

“What? You’re in Aruba already? I thought you were leaving tomorrow. Or are you talking about Myrna’s pussy again?”

Brian did like to praise her pussy. “Both. We had a change of plans.” He heard the water in the shower turn on, and a moment later Myrna was singing “Come and Get Your Love.” Badly. He grinned and wandered into the bathroom to watch her performance. And to get his love.

“I packed a bag, and I’ve been sitting around all day waiting—”

“That’s what you get for inviting yourself to my honeymoon. I gotta go.”

“Brian...”

“Bye.”

“When will you be back?”

“In time for the tour. Tell Sed for me.” He hung up and dropped the phone on the sink counter before shedding his clothes and climbing into the shower behind the sexy woman who owned his heart. It didn’t matter to him that she couldn’t carry a tune. He loved her anyway. He joined in to make her song a duet while he filled his hands with her curves. “
You’re fine and all mine and always divine
.” Not the exact words, but he couldn’t remember them with the blood from his head draining into his dick.

“Come and get my love,” she said and turned in his arms. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and tugged his mouth against hers.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”