“Really?”
“Yeah, and do you know whose riffs evoke the strongest sensual response?”
He lifted his head to look at her.
“Yours. The way you play is like sex on strings.”
He chuckled. “Especially since you came into my life.”
“You’ll have to play for my class sometime.”
“Sure. I’d love to see where you work.”
“I’m probably being selfish, but do you think it’s possible for you to live with me in Kansas City when you’re not on tour?”
“I have this album to—”
She lifted a finger to hush him. “And then I’ll consider quitting my full-time job to start a family. I really want to keep working one more year. I’m excited about the groupie project I’ve been working on this summer, but it’s time for a change. As soon as I finish this project, I want to do some other things.” She snuggled closer to his chest. “Mostly I want to have a baby with you.”
Stunned speechless, Brian’s vision blurred. Had he heard her correctly? She wanted to start a family?
“Unless you don’t want children,” she said, obviously mistaking his dumbstruck silence for hesitation toward the idea. “I know you’ll make a great father, Brian. Even though it’ll be tough to raise a family when you’re on the road so much, you’ll be there as often as possible. I realize I’ll have to do a lot by myself while you’re gone, but the thought of making a baby with you and carrying him or her inside me just makes me happy.” She covered her lower belly with both hands and tilted her head to look at him. “Brian?”
Make a baby with Myrna? Yes, please. He was ready to start immediately. In one swift motion, he rolled her beneath him, covering her body with his and cupping her lovely face between his hands.
“You make me so happy, Myrna. I can’t wait to start a family with you. Can we start right away?”
A brilliant smile lit her features, but she didn’t immediately start flushing her birth control pills down the toilet. “We should wait a few months to get pregnant. It would be best if I deliver the baby at the end of next May, when the school year is over. That would make the most sense.”
He chuckled. “My logical little sex professor.” He kissed her. Honestly, he was surprised she’d made this decision so easily. It was as if her admission of love changed her entire outlook. He was glad he’d been patient with her and hadn’t pushed her too fast or too hard and driven her away. It was nice to get something right and be rewarded for it. “That makes perfect sense, baby. I think it’s a good idea. I also think I need to practice baby-making right now. I love you so much my dick is hard.”
She laughed. “Sweetheart, you don’t need any more practice. You’re already at the top of your game.”
“Then it’s time for the next inning.”
There was no way he was letting her put him off until after Sinners’ concert. He needed to deepen the connection between them. To lose himself in her. To lessen the ache in his groin. The woman was trying to kill him.
“Hey, Myrna,” Eric called from just outside the door. “We got it—come see.”
She smiled at Brian. “I’m hungry,” she said. “How about you?”
“I hope you mean you’re hungry for sex.”
“I’m always hungry for sex. Who do you think you married today?”
He grinned. “You. I married you.”
When his hands began to wander over the smooth skin of her bare shoulders, she twisted from beneath him and climbed from the bed, tugging on the skirt trapped beneath his body.
“Come on,” she said. “The guys have a surprise for you.”
“Is that why you’re still in your dress? You’ve been waiting for the guys to do something stupid.” He forced himself from the bed, his hard-on-from-hell uncomfortable in his pants.
“They went to a lot of trouble to get this surprise for you. They want to celebrate with us.”
“I’m going to fucking kill them all. I don’t want to celebrate with them; I want to celebrate with you.”
“Well, I’m going to celebrate with them. You can stay in here by yourself if you want.”
Damn woman, knowing how to get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do. She opened the door, and Brian caught sight of Eric in the corridor, holding a decorated white cake.
“What do you think?” Eric asked Myrna.
Brian joined her in the doorway. The square cake had a pink ’57 Ford Thunderbird printed in the icing. On the trunk of the car was a little sign made out of frosting: Just Married to the Band.
“Uh, no,” Brian said. “She’s just married to me.”
“When you marry a band member, you always marry into the band,” Sed said, his deep voice a bit gruff.
“I love it, guys! It’s perfect,” Myrna said. “Let’s all have some.”
Eric, preening like a peacock, placed the cake in the center of the dining table. “I told you she’d love it,” he told Jace, who was sitting in the booth looking like he was going to hop out of his skin at any minute. Dude needed to get laid in a bad way.
“Where’s Trey?” Myrna asked.
“Sleeping.”
“Sleeping?” Myrna drew back the curtain of his bunk. Trey was curled into fetal position around his pillow. Myrna leaned down to brush his bangs out of his face. He didn’t stir. “I’m worried about him. How long was he unconscious last night?”