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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?”
    “A few minutes, maybe.” Attempting to get a better look at Trey, Sed leaned closer to Myrna.
    Brian tensed. He doubted that he’d ever get over his aversion to having Sed near his woman. He trusted Myrna, but women had a way of losing their panties if Sed so much as glanced at them. And Brian knew for a fact that, currently, Myrna wasn’t wearing panties. One less line of defense against Sed the Fuckinator.
    “Should we just take him to the hospital?” Sed said, flexing his huge biceps.
    Brian was satisfied when Myrna didn’t swoon at the sight of his impressive guns.
    “I think I can hold him down until we get there.”
    Trey’s eyes drifted open, and he pinned Sed with a look of disgust. “I heard that. I already told you I’m not going to any hospital. I’m just a little tired. What’s the big deal?” He sat up in his bunk and went white as a sheet.
    “Trey...” Brian said.
    “Don’t you start on me too.”
    When Trey stood, he swayed slightly. Brian wrapped an arm around him and ran his free hand over the back of Trey’s head where that overzealous asshole bouncer had