Sinners at the Altar (Page 25)

She grabbed the dildo strapped over her mound and moved up his body. She pressed the head of the small phallus against his ass, staring into his eyes as she slowly possessed him. His body broke out into a sweat as she slid deeper.

“Okay?” she asked, brushing a hand over his flushed cheek.

His breath came in hard, harsh gasps. “I can’t decide if I like it. Go a little deeper.” When she complied, his eyelids fluttered. “Oh, yes, I like it.”

She claimed him slowly at first, rocking her hips. His hard cock brushed against her belly; pre-cum dripped from the tip. With one hand clutched in the sheet beneath him, he grabbed his shaft in his other hand and stroked his length in time with her thrusts. He was definitely liking this. Far more than she’d anticipated. Maybe he’d always wanted to be taken this way—long before he’d met her.

“Who are you thinking about?” she asked as she pulled back and pushed forward again. She filled him completely, grinding her hips until he moaned. “Brian.”

“Huh?”

“Who are you thinking about?”

“Don’t stop. I’m close.”

She could see that. She pulled back and thrust forward, taking him hard and deep and fast.

“Are you thinking about Trey while I fuck your ass?” she asked.

His eyes flipped open, and he pinned her with an incredulous stare. “Why the fuck would I be thinking about Trey?”

She wished she’d swallowed the question instead of throwing it out there between them, especially now, when he was so vulnerable. But since she’d already introduced the subject, it was time to tell him how Trey really felt about him and to find out if deep inside himself, Brian felt any of the same emotions.

“I need to tell you something,” she said.

“Tell me what?”

She took a deep breath. “Trey—”

A loud pounding banged at the suite’s door. Brian tensed and turned his head, staring with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?”

“Shh, shh. It’s nothing. They’ll go away.”

The knocking intensified. Brian stared anxiously toward the door, as if expecting it to fly off its hinges.

“Brian! Open the door!” Sed called from the other side.

Brian’s cock immediately went soft and his body tense.

“Dammit,” Myrna cursed.

“Let me up,” he said, looking like he was about to throw up.

She pulled out of him.

He stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel to wrap around his narrow hips. Myrna took a hotel robe from the closet and wrapped it around her body to hide what was going on below her waist. She wondered what Sed would think of her makeshift boner. Not that she would ever tell anyone about her experimentation with Brian. Not even Trey. Especially not Trey. And because her husband liked being taken in the ass, it made the guy even more of threat. Didn’t it? Or maybe it made him less of a threat because Brian had given her what he’d never given to Trey. Hell, she didn’t know what to think, so she concentrated on something slightly less exasperating—Sed’s interruption.

“The guys are probably just playing a joke on us,” she said.

“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” Brian said. On his way to the door, Brian bumped into the untouched room service cart and careened into the wall, cursing under his breath and rubbing his knee.

Regaining his footing and his hold on his towel, he yanked the door open. “This better be important.”

“Is that Sed?” Myrna asked. She peeked around Brian to find Sed standing at the threshold, his ex-fiancée, Jessica, at his side.

Myrna grinned. Her plan to get them back together was already working.

“You two should get your own room. We’re using every inch of ours.” Myrna poked the five-inch strap-on against the back of Brian’s leg to remind him which inches they’d been using most recently.

Sed didn’t smile. If fact, he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Myrna didn’t know the man was capable of looking that miserable.

Sed took a deep shuddering breath and blurted, “It’s Trey.”

Myrna’s buoyant heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Brian sagged against her. She hadn’t expected Brian to need her to be his rock so soon, but she could be that for him. His rock.

Chapter Nine

The trip to the hospital was bad enough for Brian without him having to endure Jessica Chase’s presence in their taxi. Not only had the fight that put Trey in the hospital started because of her, the woman turned Sed into a complete asshole. Well, her leaving him had. And Brian was in no mood to be in the same country as her, much less the same vehicle. Perhaps he was focusing on his intense dislike for the woman—more precisely his hatred of the woman’s effect on his friend’s intellect—more than on Trey’s injuries because thinking about losing his best friend made him want to vomit. Or scream. Or cry. Or break something. Sitting calmly in the back seat of a cab wasn’t going so well for him.

A cold sweat trickled down the center of his back, and every muscle in his body ached from the tension about to destroy him. If Myrna hadn’t been gripping his hand, he very likely would have lost his mind.

When the cab stopped in front of the hospital entrance, Sed and Jessica hopped out immediately, but Myrna refused to budge.

He looked at her in question, needing to hurry.

“He’ll be all right,” Myrna said calmly, stroking the hair from his face. “I know this is tearing you up inside, but you can’t let Trey see you like this. He’s going to think the Grim Reaper is standing over his bed. You can fall apart later, I promise. But be strong for him now.”