Sinners On Tour 03 Hot Ticket (33 page)

“Aggie? What’s goin…”

He lost his train of thought as she slipped his cock into her warm, slick core and arched her back to drive him deep. He sucked a breath between his teeth. She bucked her hips against him, urging him into a deep, hard rhythm. The bunk had little room to maneuver, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He planted his feet against one wall, and she lifted her arms above her head to hold herself stable against the other as he plowed into her with increasingly hard thrusts. He growled as instinct took over. All he could think about was claiming her, making her feel him. Taking her and all that she gave him, which was so much more than this. But God, this was what he wanted—to be inside her—part of her body. It couldn’t get better than this. She lifted both legs and planted her feet on the bunk overhead, tilting her pelvis to increase the friction on the head of his cock. Wow. God, he’d been so wrong. It could get better. He thrust into her harder. Faster. His nuts were heavy, full to bursting, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to fuck her like this forever.

She rotated her hips, rubbing her swollen clit against him, her hands somehow finding their way around his body to his ass and encouraging him to pump into her harder. She came with a startled cry, her entire body going rigid as her pussy clenched around him in hard spasms.
Yeah, baby, come for me. Come.
He almost followed her, but that would mean this would end, and he wasn’t ready to stop.

“Jace,” she called to him desperately. “Jace. Oh God, I love you. I love you.”

And he didn’t care that everyone on the bus could hear. He wanted them to. Wanted them to know that he’d somehow won this sensational woman’s affection even though he knew he’d never done anything to deserve it.

Her hands moved from his ass to cup his face, and she kissed him passionately, still grinding her hips against him as he thrust into her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I got carried away. The guys probably heard that.”

“I don’t mind,” he assured her.

She paused. “You don’t?”

He shook his head and nibbled on her chin while he continued to thrust into her body. “You know what I do mind though?”

“What’s that?”

“That you stopped doing that thing with your hips. Feels real good.”

She gyrated, squeezing his cock, releasing, squeezing, as her pussy muscles clenched with her motion. “Like this?”

His breath caught. “Ah God, Aggie.”

“What about this?” She tilted her pelvis up and down, which changed the friction on the head of his cock from one pleasure point to another.

“Yeah, feels good too.”

She worked her hips against him, the pleasure so intense, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he was ready now. He wanted to let go and fill her with his seed. Find the release only she could offer. Not just the physical release, but the emotional one he’d never found with anyone but her. With Aggie. His Aggie. Sweet, tough Aggie.

“I’m coming again,” she gasped. “Oh Jace. Jace. Jace!”

When her body went rigid this time, he thrust deep and let go. Muscles at the base of his cock contracted with rhythmic pulses of pleasure, bathing her insides with his fluids. His good arm gave out, and he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped both arms and legs around him and held him tightly as he trembled in the aftermath.

“I love you, Aggie,” he whispered.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I love you.”

“Again. Louder.”

“I love you!”

“Did you hear that guys? He loves me,” she called.

“Oh, we heard that, and a whole lot more,” Trey said from somewhere near the dining table.

“My balls hurt so bad,” Eric moaned. “You realize there isn’t any available pussy around for miles.”

“I do realize that,” Jace murmured. He brushed Aggie’s hair from her cheeks and slid his slackening cock in and out of her a couple times. “Because this is mine.”

“Fuck, yeah, it is,” she murmured and kissed him.

“Will everyone shut up?” Brian called miserably from his bunk. “I can’t do this with all that yammering.”

Jace shifted the barbell off its pegs and struggled to keep the bar even. His weak arm trembled immediately. Sed stood over his head as his spotter.

“I wonder when Brian will get back to the bus with Myrna,” Sed said. “I hope nothing happened. They should have been here by now. We’re going to be late for our show if we don’t get on the road soon.”

“They’re probably screwing somewhere. You know how those two are. Even married, they can’t keep their hands off each other.” Jace lowered the bar to his chest and pushed up. Keeping the bar even was damned near impossible, but whenever it tilted, Sed pressed on the high end as a gentle reminder to work harder on the low end.

Jace tried to ease the dumbbell back on its stand, but Sed nudged it forward. “Three more.”

Jace had already broken out in a sweat. The enclosed space in the back of the equipment truck made the air hot and heavy. Even with the back doors wide open, the circulation was minimal. Within minutes, Jace’s entire body was drenched. His arm was so tired, he doubted he could lift a paper clip, but he lowered the bar, confident that Sed wouldn’t let him crush his chest if he got into trouble. Jace gritted his teeth and pushed the bar up.

“Two more.”

Again.

“One more.”

His weak arm shook uncontrollably. He felt the weight slipping. Sed’s hand hovered near the bar, but he didn’t grab it.

“Focus, Jace. You can do this.”

Jace couldn’t explain the feeling Sed gave him. Always gave him. It was as if he wanted Sed to be proud—such a strange ambition. It did give Jace the fortitude to lift the bar one last time as he drew on strength he didn’t know he possessed. Sed grabbed the bar at once and shifted it onto the stand. “That’s it.”

Jace forced himself to sit up.

“How did that feel?”

“Exhausting, but great. I’m getting stronger already. Thanks for your help.”

“No problem.” Sed added weights to the bar. “Spot me?”

Jace tried not to grin too widely at being asked, but he couldn’t help it. No one else worked out with Sed. Just him. “Yeah, of course.”

“Jessica can’t keep her hands off me. I think it’s the extra muscle. Must make sure I maintain it.”

Jace figured it was her undying love, not Sed’s impressive bulk, that kept her hands on him, but Jace didn’t want to sound like a wuss, so he kept those words locked inside.

Eric hauled himself into the back of the truck. “Whatcha guys doing out here?”

“What does it look like?” Sed asked.

Eric’s vivid blue eyes moved from Jace to Sed and back to Jace. “Having a ‘who can sweat the most’ contest? I think Jace is winning.”

“He’s working on getting the strength back in his shoulder and arm,” Sed explained.

Jace braced himself for the dis that was sure to erupt from Eric’s mouth.

“Good. Then we can send Jon home.”

Jace was smiling like a dipshit now. When had things changed? When had these guys, who he’d always admired, even idolized, started to include him as one of them? Maybe they were just jerking him. He couldn’t let his guard down too much. Jace remembered he was supposed to ask about Jon playing bass live in those songs Jace would play piano.

“We might need to keep Jon around,” Jace said.

Eric and Sed stared in disbelief.

“For the songs on the new album where I play piano. Maybe he could play bass when we do those songs live.”

“No,” Sed said without hesitation.

“Why not?” Eric said.

“I caught him sharing a crack pipe with one of our temporary roadies yesterday,” Sed said. “I fired the roadie on the spot. Jon’s had his one and only warning. We can’t get rid of him fast enough.”

“Maybe if he has something to look forward to, he can quit the drugs,” Jace said.

Eric nodded. “I agree.”

Sed lay back on the weight bench and wrapped his large hands around the bar, flexing his fingers to find a good grip. “Doubtful.”

“Think about it,” Eric urged.

“I know he’s your best friend, Eric, but the guy is bad news,” Sed growled, lifting the weighted bar up and down as if he was at war with it.

Eric’s brow furrowed. “He’s not my best friend. He uses me. I know that. Jace is my best friend.”

Jace’s heart thudded until he realized Eric was teasing him again. The stupid follow-up joke never came.

Sed made a sound of exertion, and Jace helped him lift the weight bar onto its stand. Sed sat up and wiped his sweaty face on a towel.

“I don’t know. We’ll see what Brian and Trey think. As far as I’m concerned, Jon doesn’t deserve another chance.”

“I need to talk to him,” Eric said. He hopped out the back of the truck.

Sed stood and picked up a twenty-five-pound dumbbell. He handed it to Jace. “Get to work. We need you back. Soon.”

***

Loud arguing on the opposite side of the tour bus drew Aggie from her thoughts. She climbed from the log where she’d been sitting and watching a squirrel bury nuts beneath the leaf litter. She brushed her hands off on her jeans and went to investigate. Eric had Jon cornered against the bus.

“How could you do something so stupid again?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jon said.

“Sed told me about the crack pipe, Jon. You promised me. You begged and begged me to give you a second chance with the band. Said no more drugs. Reminded me how much I owed you, until I finally relented and promised the first time an opening presented itself, I’d get you in. How the hell was I supposed to know Jace would get himself shot, and I’d have to keep that promise?”

“Why are you jumping my ass? Chill. Sed won’t catch me using again. I’ll be more careful.”

Eric growled in frustration. “You just don’t get it. I promised Sed you were clean. I vouched for you, knowing Sed would hold me accountable for every stupid thing you do. I even alienated Jace to get you here, and you do this?” Eric shoved Jon against the bus with both hands.

Jon shoved him back. “Don’t act all holier than thou, Eric. Do you really think this temporary stint makes us square? You still owe me.”

“You think I don’t realize that?”

“Then get the fuck off my case.”

“How did you get Jace to ask us to keep you on? Did you threaten him?”

Jon laughed. “Do you really think I could threaten Jace? He doesn’t take shit from anyone but the four of you. I had Aggie ask. I knew he couldn’t say no to her. She has him wrapped around her finger.”

Aggie took a hesitant step forward. Gravel crunched beneath her shoes. Both men turned to look at her. “That nice guy routine last night was all an act, wasn’t it?” she said.

“Just shut up,” Jon said.

Eric cuffed him on the side of the head. “You know what? Just get the fuck away from me. I can’t stand to look at you.”

A taxi turned into the roadside. It drew to a stop beside them. Brian opened the door and tugged a beautiful thirty-something woman from the backseat as he climbed from the car. She wore a classy, plum-colored skirt suit and matching stilettos. What had probably been a neat, twist hairstyle was all mussed up as if
someone
had been raking his fingers through it. The woman couldn’t keep her eyes, mouth, or hands off the lead guitarist, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Myrna,” Brian said breathlessly, “this is Jace’s girlfriend, Aggie, and that guy is Jon. You’ve heard a bit about him.”

Her pretty hazel gaze touched briefly on Aggie and Jon before returning to the reason she’d flown to Canada. “Nice to meet you both,” she said. “I hate to be rude, but if I don’t ride The Beast in the next five minutes, I’m going to die.”

Brian laughed and tugged her toward the bus steps. “Now we wouldn’t want that, sweetheart. Eric, would you mind paying the driver and getting Myrna’s luggage from the trunk?” He said this without taking his eyes off his wife.

“I suppose,” Eric said with a knowing grin.

The couple disappeared into the bus.

“Hi, Myrna!” Jessica said inside the bus. “How have you been?”

“We’ll catch up later, Jess.”

A moment later Jessica stumbled down the stairs, a blush staining her cheeks. “They made it as far as the sofa,” she murmured.

“Oh hell yes,” Eric said and entered the bus with Myrna’s suitcase in hand. He didn’t return. No doubt, he found a new couple to watch.

“So what do we do now?” Aggie asked.

“Looks like we’ve been banished to the pigsty bus.” Jessica shuddered and rubbed her hands over her bare arms. Southern California girls did not have wardrobes suitable for Canadian autumns.

Sed and Jace came around the equipment truck, their bodies slick with sweat. Both looked entirely fuckable. Aggie wasn’t the only one to notice. Jessica produced a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr.

“Why are you two standing out here by yourselves?” Sed asked, drawing Jessica against his body and doing something to her ear that made her shiver with something other than cold.

Aggie glanced around. They were by themselves. Jon had apparently slinked off somewhere again. Someone slammed the back door of the equipment truck. “We’ll see you in Montreal,” the roadie, Travis, called before climbing in the cab and pulling out of the roadside stop. A moment later, the pigsty bus followed, leaving them to stand there in the chill.

“Brian and Myrna have commandeered the living area of the bus,” Jessica said. She traced a bead of sweat down the side of Sed’s neck with one finger until it disappeared into the low neckline of his white tank top.

“Does that mean the bedroom is available?” Sed said in a low growl.

Eric poked his head out of the open bus door. “Aggie, Brian wants to see you.”

Aggie’s brow knitted with confusion. She touched a hand to the center of her chest. “Me?”

“I think you’ve been volunteered for one of Myrna’s sexual exploration experiments.”

Aggie climbed the bus steps and found Brian and Myrna breathless on the sofa, still fully clothed, looking simultaneously hungry and satisfied. Myrna was straddling Brian’s lap, her skirt hiked up around her waist, his cock buried inside her. He was whispering, “I love you,” into her ear repeatedly.

“Eric said you wanted to see me,” Aggie said.

“Do you do couples?” Myrna asked.

Aggie’s hackles rose. “Do I
do
couples?”

“She doesn’t mean it like that,” Brian said, dropping a tender kiss on his wife’s temple. “She means do you instruct couples on the proper way to, you know… do what you do?”

Oh!

Oh, yeah…

Every nerve in Aggie’s body shifted into high alert as Mistress V clamored to be set free. She loved working with couples. Teaching them. Helping them explore their dark sensuality together. It was her favorite thing to do in the dungeon. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible here. “There really isn’t the space to do this properly, especially when the bus is in motion,” she said. “When we get back home, I’ll invite you over for some couple’s
therapy
.”

“And us too?” Sed asked from the front of the bus. Jessica’s head snapped up to stare at him in surprise. He wrapped an arm around her as the bus started forward and eased onto the highway.

“Sure,” Aggie said. “I love to see big, tough guys beg for mercy.”

“And I get to watch, right?” Eric said.

“And they’ll all practice their techniques on me, right?” Jace murmured.

Aggie chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jace nodded eagerly.

“We should go into business together, sweetheart. We’d have quite the partnership. I’d get to boss a bunch of dommes around, which is so much more fun than watching men crawl around at my boots. You’d get all the pain you could ever want. We’d be in seventh heaven.”

He stroked her hair from her cheek tenderly. “I’m already there.”

“Hey guys!” Dave shouted from the driver’s seat. “It’s snowing.”

Aggie had never seen snow fall.

She rushed to the front of the bus to stare at the gray sky. Large, fluffy snowflakes flew toward the wide windshield, accumulating on the wipers and slowly painting the desolate landscape white.

“It’s beautiful!” she said, watching the flakes zoom toward them. “It looks like we’re traveling in space at warp speed.”

“Are we going to make it to Montreal on time, Dave?” Sed asked as his brow furrowed with concern.

Coming to stand behind her, Jace wrapped both arms around Aggie’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder to watch the snow through the windshield. She covered his hands with hers and relaxed against him. A few weeks ago, he never would have embraced her in front of
the
guys
. He’d grown so much since she’d forced her way into his life, but not half as much as she had.

Dave’s attention drifted to his speedometer. “We should. Do you want me to push the pedal to the metal?”

“Are the roads slick?”

“Not yet,” Dave said.

“Better safe than sorry,” Eric called from the dining area. He leaned against the counter and pulled his lucky rabbit’s foot out of his pocket to rub it with his thumbs. He kissed it seven times for good measure.

“What the fuck is that?” Myrna yelled.

Aggie could hear her even through the closed bedroom door, where she and her husband had disappeared to continue catching up. Brian said something in response to his wife that Aggie couldn’t make out, but he sounded apologetic.

The bedroom door burst open. “Eric Sticks, I’m going to fucking
kick
your
ass
,” Myrna bellowed. She had lost her jacket and blouse but didn’t seem to care that everyone on the bus could see her bra.

Eric grabbed Jessica, who had been kneeling in a captain’s chair snow-gazing along the side of the bus. Eric used her as his human shield. “What did I do, Myrna?”

“How
could
you? On his ass, Eric. Brian has a fucking kitten riding on a unicorn permanently etched on his
ass
!”

Huh?
Aggie glanced from one band member to the next, having no idea what they were laughing about.

“Hey, the rainbow background was Jace’s idea,” Eric said.

Myrna went after Eric with a paddle. She struck him twice before he managed to escape.

“I have one too,” Trey said.

He shucked his jeans and presented his bare ass to the bus occupants. A vibrantly bright and colorful tattoo of a fluffy calico kitten riding a galloping, majestic unicorn adorned a third of Trey’s left ass cheek. A rainbow and wispy, white clouds surrounded the mythical creature. Little girls would be ashamed to have that feminine monstrosity on their lunch boxes. Why would a guy have that tattooed on his ass? Correction—two guys.

Aggie joined the laughter. Clutching his abdomen with both arms, tears pouring from his eyes, Sed was lying on the floor, rolling back and forth in the aisle as he laughed. Myrna paused and ran a hand over Trey’s flank as she inspected the “artwork” that matched her husband’s.

“Son of a bitch! You inflicted Trey with that grotesque thing too? I’m going to kick your ass twice, Eric Sticks.”

“It’s not my fault. They lost the bet,” Eric shouted. Trapped in the corner between the bathroom and bedroom, he tried to catch the end of Myrna’s paddle as she struck his thigh.

“You can hit me if you want, Myrna,” Jace said, grinning. “I did suggest the rainbow background.”

“I’m not going to hit you, Jace Seymour,” Myrna growled. “You’d
like
it.”

“If I wasn’t so scared of you right now, I’d tell you how hot you look in your bra, Myrna,” Eric said. “You’re giving me such a boner.”

She hit him harder.

The interior of the bus dimmed as it entered a tunnel. Aggie squinted out the windshield. Ahead, she could see daylight and something flashing red. Hazard lights?

“Dave? I think someone is stopped up there,” she told the driver.

“I see him,” he said and eased off the accelerator. When they emerged from the tunnel, they came upon a truck parked halfway in the road. Its owner was putting chains on the tires. With no time to stop, Dave veered left to avoid the truck. The bus skidded toward a guardrail on the opposite side of the road. Slamming on the brakes, Dave veered right and narrowly missed the truck.

A patch of ice sent the bus spinning sideways around a hairpin corner. The vehicle tipped onto two wheels. Aggie reached for the back of his seat for balance. A loud horn—like that of a semitruck—sounded a warning.

“Oh fuck!” Dave yelled as headlights approached at high-speed.

Someone grabbed Aggie around the waist just as the semi clipped the right side of the bus and sent it spinning in an uncorrectable circle. The back of the bus hit the guardrail, sending everyone tumbling to the floor. The sounds of shattering glass, rending metal, and her own scream ricocheted through Aggie’s mind. The bus flipped on its side. Jace held onto Aggie as they tumbled through the interior, banging against hard surfaces and sharp edges as the bus rolled side over side. It slid sideways across the pavement—metal grinding—and finally, lurched to a sudden stop as it crashed into something solid.

***

Jace took a shuddering breath, holding Aggie’s head against his pounding heart. Completely limp, she lay sprawled over his body.
She’s dead,
he thought.
Aggie’s dead.
Just like every other person he’d ever loved. Aggie was dead. Crippling anguish washed over him. Sharp talons pulled his heart and soul apart in every direction. He drew her nearer, wanting to follow her in death, rather than face life without her.

After a moment, she stirred. Moaned.

“Aggie?” His voice cracked.

“Jace,” she whispered.

His arms tightened around her. He opened his eyes, but everything was blurred by the tears. “Are you okay?” he said hoarsely. “Aggie?”

“I think so.” She tried to move away, but he was incapable of releasing her from his hold. “Let go, Jace.”

“I can’t.” He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t let you go. Not ever.”

“We need to get out of here now. You can hold me forever
later
.”

She was right. They did need to get out of the bus and make sure everyone else was all right. He forced himself to release her and recognized they were lying on the sofa’s back—except it wasn’t in the appropriate orientation. The side window Jessica had been looking out of not five minutes ago was broken out and facing skyward. The bus was resting on its driver side. Someone helped Aggie climb from Jace’s body.

Sed. He had a gash on his temple and blood running down the side of his face, but had never looked more solid. Aggie took a step toward the back of the bus, glass crunching beneath her feet. “You can’t get out that way,” Sed said. “There’s a cliff.”

“Where are the others?”

Looking physically ill, he shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Sed boosted Aggie out of the broken window above. She scrambled from the bus.

An acidic smell filled Jace’s nose and burned his eyes. The bus filled with smoke. Sed helped him to his feet. “We have to get out of here,” Sed said.

“Is everyone okay?”

Sed didn’t answer, but looked anxiously over his shoulder. Jace followed his gaze. The back half of the bus was missing, and beyond the torn edge lay open space—an endless chasm beyond a cliff.