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dainty hand. Light caught the diamond engagement ring on her finger. The ring Brian had put there a couple of hours ago. The ring that proved she’d agreed to be his. The ring that he’d convinced her to accept even though she’d protested its expense. He was proud of his small victory. The diamond was ginormous. No guy would ever consider hitting on her with that rock on her finger.
    Myrna’s auburn hair was pulled back in an elegant twist with loose tendrils framing her beautiful face. She’d applied her make-up to make the green in her hazel eyes pop, and the coral color that had been applied to her soft, pouty lips made them look even more kissable than usual.
    Stunning. His woman was stunning. And his.
    Even though Myrna’s physical beauty stole Brian’s breath, there was something that rocked his world even more than her face and her body. It was the blended look of love, anticipation, and trust in her wide eyes as she stared at him from the end of the corridor that had him completely out of his head.
    “I think I’m ready,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
    Brian couldn’t keep his hands off her for another moment. He dashed down the hallway and swept her into his arms, drawing the full length of her body against him.
    “You shouldn’t kiss me yet,” she said breathlessly.
    “Why?”
    “I just put on lipstick.”
    “Then you’re going to have to put it on again.”
    She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can live with that.”
    He lowered his head, pausing with his lips a hair’s breadth from hers. His heart thrummed with anticipation, and his cock stirred to attention against his upper thigh. After a moment, her eyes flipped open. He watched her pupils constrict as she focused on his eyes.
    “You’re right,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t kiss you.”
    “Why not?”
    “I want to marry you first.”
    “Then let’s get going, because I really need to be kissed. Among other things.” Her hands slid over the white dress shirt she’d talked him into wearing. “You look so handsome in this shirt. I want to bite off your buttons.”
    At her words, he no longer felt like a douche for wearing it for her.
    Brian took her hand and walked backward down the bus aisle toward the exit, tugging her with him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her even to watch where he was going. “Trey, I hope you found those rings,” he said as he passed the dining table.
    “I’ve got them. Where are we going?”
    “The first drive-thru wedding chapel we encounter.”
    “We can’t all fit in the Thunderbird,” Eric said.
    “We’ll just shove you and Jace in the trunk,” Trey said.
    “We’ll follow on my motorcycle,” Jace said.
    “Where’s your sense of adventure?” Trey asked, wrapping an arm around Jace’s shoulders.
    “I don’t call a trip in the trunk of a car with Eric an adventure. More of a nightmare.”
    “Hey,” Eric said, “I took a shower this morning.” He sniffed his armpit. “ And remembered deodorant, you lucky motherfucker.”
    Trey laughed.
    Brian hoped the ceremony didn’t take too long. He had a powerful need to strip that dress off Myrna’s gorgeous body and get her worked up enough to bite off his buttons.

Chapter Five
    Myrna seriously needed to get a bigger car. Her pink ’57 Thunderbird convertible coupe did not seat four comfortably. Hell, it didn’t seat three comfortably. Brian, Trey, and Sed sat hip to hip across the white leather bench seat, leaving Myrna to sit on their combined laps and smoother them all with the huge skirt of her gown. Layers of satin did not mix well with the brutal Vegas heat. Still she had no doubt that she hadn’t chosen this dress—it had chosen her—so she’d had no choice but to claim it as her wedding gown. To hell with comfort and practicality. She was getting married to fucking Brian “Master” Sinclair—in her opinion the greatest guitarist who ever lived. She was determined to look beautiful for him