Read Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour #1)(13) online free by Olivia Cunning

Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour #1)(13)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Oh, come on, Trey. How many pairs of tits do you see in an average week?” Brian asked.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve never seen hers.” Trey nodded toward Myrna.

Myrna’s face flamed as she closed the robe over her exposed chest.

“Hey, I didn’t get to see them yet,” Eric complained.

“Go bang on a drum in the other room.” Brian pul ed the robe sash free from its loops and handed it to her. “Here. Hold this over your tits so Trey doesn’t knock his guitar out of tune with his hard on.”

She laughed and glanced sidelong at Trey, her face burning even hotter.

Trey nodded, pul ing his sucker out of his mouth with a slurp. “Seriously.”

“Al right,” she said.

Brian pul ed her robe off her shoulders and she held the sash across her br**sts. It covered her ni**les but little else.

“That’s almost worse,” Trey murmured. “Uhn. She’s so goddamned sexy. I just want to lick her al over.” He drew his tongue over his bottom lip, his gaze drifting over her skin.

Myrna’s eyes widened.

“Get your game face on, Trey.” Brian thumped him on the head.

Trey stuck his sucker back in his mouth and nodded. He struck the first chord and Brian joined him. The riff got better as their eyes moved over her chest, under her br**sts, along her bel y. A few times through the sequence and they could play it without reading the notes. Myrna was so drawn up in...

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