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anatomy swel in response.
    Sed continued, “Maybe if I bone Myrna, the lyrics wil come to me. What did you just cal it, Brian? Magical y.”
    “Shut up,” Brian said, working on a bridge to the solo with Trey now.
    “Magical y delicious,” Myrna murmured, watching Brian play and wanting his fingers on her body instead of his guitar.
    Sed burst out laughing. He fel back on the table, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands as tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks. “I wonder if we can use that in a song without getting sued by a leprechaun.”
    “Fucking Myrna,” he sang in his signature growl, “is magical y delicious. Wooooaahhhh. Ohh. Ohhh. Yeaaahh eahh eahhh.”
    Myrna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. She slapped Sed on his bare bel y. “Don’t sing that.”
    He leaned off the edge of the table and grabbed her around the waist, digging his fingers into her ribs. She laughed and wriggled from side to side, trying to throw him off. Brian’s guitar protested loudly as he leaned across the table and grabbed Sed by one leg.
    “Knock it off, Sed. I’m not playing,” Brian said.
    Sed released Myrna, who tumbled to the floor. “I’m just teasing her. I’m not after your chick, dude.”
    “Bul shit,” Brian said. “You’re after every guy’s chick. Especial y mine.”

    Sed sat up and shoved Brian. “Get off me.”
    Brian let go of Sed’s leg and lifted his fist to pound him. Myrna jumped to her feet and stepped between them, cringing as she waited for the blow of Brian’s fist to connect. It never did.
    “Please, don’t fight,” she said. She laid the palms of her hands on Brian’s chest. He lowered his fist and she smiled up at him in relief. “Thank you.” She leaned close, his guitar digging into her bel y. “I only want you, Brian.” She kissed the spot just beneath his ear, her fingers curling into his hard chest. “Only you. Trust me, okay?”
    His hands stole around her back to draw her closer. She caught Trey’s grin of approval out of the corner of her eye.
    “Breakfast!” Eric cal ed.
    A hotel worker, looking frazzled and overwhelmed, pushed a cart into the room. Eric moved around him and sat at the table with a drumstick in each hand. He pounded his fists on the table. “Let’s eat. Let’s eat.”
    Sed rol ed off the table and sat in a chair. A muscle in his jaw flexed, but he didn’t say anything. The hotel worker began to unload the cart, spreading a veritable feast across the table.
    Eric lifted lids off plates of food and tossed the covers back on the cart. About half of them hit his target, the rest clattered across the floor. “Mine!” he declared when he found a fluffy omelet smothered in jalapeno peppers.
    Sed reached for his plate of eggs over medium and ham. The three guitarists removed their instruments before joining the rest of the band at the table. Myrna wasn’t sure what to do. They hadn’t asked her what she wanted, so she didn’t want to steal someone else’s food. Not that there was a shortage. They’d ordered more than enough for fifteen people.
    “I didn’t know what you’d want,” Brian explained, “so I ordered a bunch of stuff.”
    She smiled. Sweet sex god. Yep, that was Brian. He handed the now doubly frazzled hotel worker a tip and then sat at the head of the table, pul ing Myrna onto his lap.
    “Oh puke,” Trey said, grinning. “Don’t get al lovey-dovey in front of us.”
    Brian flipped him off and then tugged a bowl of fruit, a plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes, biscuits and bacon towards them.
    “What’s your pleasure?” he asked.
    Being this close to him had stolen her appetite for food. A different sort of appetite had awakened. She leaned close to his ear.
    “Your cock.”
    His hand slid under her robe and up her thigh. She tensed.
    “That’s the second course,” he whispered.
    “I guess I can wait a few minutes. So long as you promise me dessert, too.”
    His fingers slid under the elastic band of her