She grinned devilishly. “I’m not telling. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
He took her right ankle in one hand and slid the hem of her dress up one inch at a time. The guys hooted and hollered their appreciation. Brian kissed the depression under her kneecap and continued to lift her dress.
“Not too high, Brian,” she said to him, her hands pressing her skirt against her lap. “Don’t forget I’m not wearing panties.”
At this declaration, his band mates sounded like a bunch of Neanderthals at a strip club. Myrna just giggled at them. Brian found the lacy white and blue garter at the top of her thigh-high stocking. He slid his fingers beneath it, tracing the bare skin above her stocking until she emitted that sexy little gasp he adored so much. He slowly drew the garter down her leg to her ankle. Her high-heeled shoe tumbled off as he freed the scrap of material from her body. He kissed the instep of her foot and raised the garter over his head in victory. The guys cheered until they realized one of them would have to catch it. Brian slipped his finger into the garter and stretched it, hurling it toward four very uninterested bachelors. It hit the ceiling, bounced off Sed’s head, and landed on Eric’s shoulder. The other three men scrambled away from Eric as if he’d contracted an incurable, highly contagious disease.
“Looks like Eric’s the next to get married,” Jace said quietly.
“Who would marry him?” Trey teased.
“Someone who likes a sucker with a lot of money,” Sed said.
“I’m glad Eric caught it,” Myrna said. She slipped off the counter and retrieved the garter from Eric’s palm. She slipped it over his hand and arm, drawing it upward until it circled his biceps. “It looks sexy on you,” she told him.
And judging by the smug look on his face, he believed her. What a dipshit!
“You’re going to make some girl very happy one day,” she said.
Eric smiled broadly, looking as excited as a man granted his three wishes by a genie.
“But you’ll be fucking miserable, Eric,” Trey said.
Myrna gave Eric’s cheek a reassuring pat. “Don’t listen to them.”
Eric fingered the garter on his arm, lost in thought.
“It’s getting pretty late,” Myrna said. “You guys should start getting ready for your show.”
“Yeah, you all head to the venue and leave us alone,” Brian said. He had a powerful need to spend more quality time under her skirt.
“I need to get changed into my suit,” she said. “I can get some data on Exodus End’s groupies tonight.” Myrna’s eyes flashed with excitement. “There’s no way I’m passing up that opportunity.”
Brian caught her as she started to move past him. “You’re going to work tonight?”
“Just while you’re working.”
This was not going as he’d envisioned at all. He figured they could make love all evening, he’d take an hour “break” to do his concert while she spent an hour in bed recovering, and then they’d make love all night. He’d heard that the heat between a couple usually diminished after marriage, but he’d never expected it to happen so quickly.
“Brian, you’re pouting,” Myrna said.
“I don’t pout.”
“Yeah, you do,” Trey said. “I’m going to take a little nap. Someone wake me in an hour.” He climbed into his bunk and pulled the curtain closed.
Myrna tapped Brian’s cheek, and he turned his head. “Help me take off my dress?”
Now she was talking.
Brian trailed after his wife, blood surging into his eager cock. He’d known she’d eventually cave to his unquenchable desire for her. He was just glad it had happened sooner rather than later.
Once they were alone in the bedroom together, Myrna folded herself into his arms. “We need to finish that dance.”
He rested his cheek against her hair and drew her closer, swaying gently to the music that always accompanied her proximity. When his hands moved to the closure at her back, she didn’t protest. He slowly tugged the zipper down until the only thing holding up her dress was the press of their bodies. He caressed her back with slow, firm strokes until she was so relaxed, he thought she might melt into a puddle at his feet. Preferring her excited and responsive, he slid his hands over the sweet swell of her ass. That did the trick. She rubbed her face against his neck and sucked his flesh with soft kisses. Her hands wandered over his back and then she lowered her head to take his top button between her teeth. She tugged. It stayed firmly adhered to his shirt. She gnawed. It didn’t budge. She chomped and pulled her head to the side, and it finally came free. She blew the button out of her mouth, and it pinged against his chest.
“I think I chipped a tooth,” she said, running her tongue over the ridge of her teeth.
“Let me check.”
He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She groaned and clung to his shirt with both hands. His buttons might thwart her attempts to bite them off, but they were no match for her deft fingers. She attacked the fastenings eagerly, and his shirt was on the floor in seconds. Her dress followed.
She pressed the warm, soft globes of her breasts against his bare chest and tore her mouth from his.
“Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t let myself be alone with you,” she said.
He drew his eyebrows together. “Why?”
“Because I start lusting all over you like a bitch in heat.” She unfastened his belt, released the buttons of his fly, and plunged both hands into his boxers.