Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass Read Free Page A

unfair. Sed gets al the pussy.”
    Al of them did fine with that. Couldn’t complain. Actual y, it would do Brian good to lay off the pussy for a while. “We al get plenty.”
    “But Sed gets al the good pussy. This is Certified Grade A pussy we’re talking about, Be-Rye. He’s probably already got her on her back with her ankles around his neck.” He tilted his head back and did his best chick-getting-laid-by-Sed impression. “Oh Sed.
    Yes. Yes. Sed. Ohhhh!”
    Brian rol ed his eyes and shook his head. “You’re an ass, Eric. You know that?”
    “I’d like a piece of ass. I do know that. Hurry the fuck up or I’m going back without you.”
    Brian dried his face on a paper towel and headed for the bathroom exit. “Al right then, let’s go get you some Certified Grade A pussy.” He clapped Eric on the back, walking without any assistance now. Eric had no chance with Myrna if Sed had his sights on her. But hey, a guy could dream.
    When they reached the table, Brian found Myrna sitting demurely next to Sed. Al her clothes were stil in place. Sed’s hand wasn’t up her skirt. They weren’t even making out. In fact, they were talking and laughing. Even Jace, who said fewer than five words in the average day, chatted quietly with the Certified Grade A Sex Professor. When Brian’s shadow crossed her face, Myrna glanced up at him and smiled brightly. She had a great smile, flashing perfect, white teeth between soft, kissable lips.
    “Are you feeling better?” She looked him over with genuine concern.
    Don’t do that, he thought. I’m still trying to get over what’s-her-face. Angie. Yeah. I’m trying to get over Angie.
    Brian glanced at Sed, who avoided his accusatory glare by finding Jace uncommonly interesting.
    Angie… Brian’s heart panged unpleasantly and he clenched his fist.
    That fucking slut.
    “Yeah, I feel a little better,” he said to Myrna.
    “He blew chunks,” Eric found necessary to inform everyone.
    Myrna patted the seat next to her, which apparently signaled Eric to shove Brian out of the way so he could sit next to her. She laughed and hugged Eric’s arm. “Thanks for taking care of Brian.”
    Eric beamed. “Hey, no problem. That’s what friends are for.”
    Fuckhead.
    Brian took a seat next to Trey, who lounged on the bench across from Myrna with a lol ipop stick protruding from his mouth. Trey had to be the only guy on earth who could make sucking on a lol ipop look cool. He’d given up smoking a few months ago, but stil needed something in his mouth at al times. His dentist made a kil ing.
    “So are you real y a fan of ours?” Eric asked Myrna.
    “Yeah, for years. Even before you made it real y big. I use snippets of your guitar music in my classes to discuss male sensu…”
    She glanced at Brian, her eyes widening as if she’d been caught doing something wrong.
    She never finished the thought, because Jace decided now was a good time to break his regular silence. “She even knows al of our names.”
    Looking relieved about the subject change, she pointed to each of them in turn. “Eric Sticks−drums. Three bass drums, fourteen cymbals. He does it with perfect rhythm.”
    “Every time,” he said, tapping the table with his palms.
    “Sedric Lionheart. Lead vocals. The sound of his voice makes the ladies cream their panties.”
    Sed leaned closer to her and said in his signature, baritone growl, “Yours included? I could sing a few bars, if you like.”
    “That’s entirely unnecessary.”
    “Ah, you’re kil ing me, Myr.”
    She grinned deviously. Brian wondered what he’d missed while he’d been worshiping the porcelain god. Just like Sed to move in for the kil immediately.
    She continued, “Jace Seymour. Bassist.” She paused, contemplating the newest member of their band.
    “Hey, don’t I get a byline?” Jace complained.
    Myrna leaned across Sed and beckoned Jace closer. She whispered something in his ear and he flushed to the roots of his bleached hair.