Hot Ticket: Sinners on Tour (The Sinners on Tour)

by Olivia Cunning

  “Jace, Jace, pull out,” she said frantically.

  Pull out? What?

  He couldn’t. It felt so good to be buried in her silky depths. Why did it feel so good?

  No condom.

  Fuck.

  His body stiffened as he forced himself to withdraw completely. He slid his cock up her slit, rubbing his length against her clit. He shuddered violently as his seed spurted over her lower belly, the muscles at the base of his cock contracting involuntarily.

  “Aggie,” he groaned, wishing he was spurting inside her, wanting her to accept his offering into her body, needing her tight warmth around him as he let go of everything.

  Spent, Jace collapsed on top of her, feeling drained—sexually, emotionally, physically. He wanted to give her more, but didn’t have anything left to offer.

  Aggie kissed his forehead, drawing his body closer in an embrace. “Maybe it’s time for me to get on the pill so you can come inside me,” she murmured. “Would you like that?”

  “Yeah.” Something warm dripped down his arm from beneath his bandage. He didn’t have time to decipher what it was before he passed out.

  ***

  Jace didn’t move, much less wake, as Aggie replaced his blood-soaked bandage. She couldn’t encourage him to get worked up like that again. Not until his wounds healed. The bleeding had stopped for now, but the hole in his flesh looked jagged and uneven. She supposed gunshot wounds always looked like that. He’d have a horrible scar because of her. Could have died if the paramedics hadn’t been so close.

  Aggie kissed Jace’s back and covered him with a blanket.

  Someone knocked on the door. Jace stirred but didn’t wake. “Just a minute,” Aggie called. She was still naked. She used her discarded towel to wipe traces of Jace’s cum from her belly and reached for her sack of new clothes. As soon as she was covered, she opened the door to find the lead guitarist waiting calmly in the corridor. Brian. The gorgeous one (or was he the sensitive one?) was also the married one, she reminded herself, but my lord, he had a face that belonged on a rocker version of GQ and a raw sensuality that could not be ignored.

  “We’re heading out in a couple minutes. Did you get all your stuff on the bus?”

  Since her suitcase hadn’t been recovered, she didn’t really have stuff. Just the things she bought at the discount store earlier. “Yeah.”

  “How’s Jace?”

  “He’s sleeping.”

  Brian grinned, his intense brown eyes softening. “You wore him out already?”

  She flushed under his attention. Why was she flushing? Brian was married. And she liked Jace a lot—loved him even. She just wasn’t used to being around men who weren’t customers. That had to be it. “He’s wounded. Doesn’t take much to wear him out.”

  “Well, make yourself at home, Aggie. If you need anything, let me know.”

  “Thanks.” What a totally nice guy. No wonder he was married.

  The sexy one (or was he the ornery one?), Trey, nudged Brian aside with his huge duffel bag. He tossed it into the back bedroom with a loud thud. “Shhh,” Brian said. “Jace is sleeping.”

  Trey rolled his eyes. “You are such a drag since you traded your balls for a wedding band. Thank God, Myrna’s not here. You might act like something other than a pussy for a change.”

  Brian grabbed Trey in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over his scalp vigorously. Trey pretended to protest, but Aggie saw the pleased look on his face that he hid from Brian. Trey placed his palm flat on Brian’s belly and halfheartedly tried to escape his torment. Aggie decided that these two had a thing. Well, Trey definitely had a thing. She wasn’t sure about Brian.

  When Brian released Trey, Trey said, “It’s such a relief to not have any stuffy chicks on tour with us this time.”

  Aggie cleared her throat.

  Trey looked at her. “Fuck, you’re a stuffy chick? I took you as the kick-ass party girl type. You know. Fun.”

  “Myrna’s fun,” Brian protested.

  Trey’s eyebrows lifted. “Yeah. Whatever you say, dude.”

  The hunky one (or was he the cocky one?), Sed, entered the bus and carried several brown paper bags to the kitchenette. He set the bags on the counter and started stocking the refrigerator with beer.

  “See, Brian, we get our beer back when your stuffy wife isn’t around,” Trey said.

  “Myrna is not stuffy,” he insisted.

  “Uh, yeah, she is,” Sed said. “But we love her anyway.”

  “I miss her,” Brian said miserably.

  “Which means you need beer,” Trey said, grabbing a bottle out of Sed’s grip, twisting the top off, and pressing it into Brian’s hand. “Get nice and drunk so I can molest you in your sleep.”

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny,” Brian said, tossing back his beer and swallowing half in several gulps.

  Aggie got the feeling that Trey wasn’t joking. Watching those two go at each other would be sexy as hell.

  Eric entered the bus with the pervert-jerk, Jon, on his heels. “Everybody ready?” Eric asked.

  “Let’s get this show on the road!” Jon said.

  “Who’s driving?” Sed asked, crumpling a brown paper sack and tossing it on the floor.

  The most ordinary guy on the planet leaned around Jon. While every male on the tour wore leather pants or jeans and a black T-shirt, this guy was dressed in khakis and a green polo shirt. His light brown hair was neatly trimmed and swept off his forehead with a light application of gel. One word described him perfectly: normal. “That would be me.” His blue-eyed gaze fell on Aggie. “I’m Dave,” he said with a wave. “Live audio engineer and designated driver.”

  She placed a hand on her chest. “Aggie.”

  “Jace’s girl,” Eric clarified.

  “Nice to meet you,” Dave said. “All right, we’re heading out. Did everyone go potty?”

  “Brian didn’t go,” Trey said in a singsong whine.

  “You’re such a tattletale.” Brian belched and tossed his empty brown bottle in the sink. He grabbed Trey in another headlock, but this time he backed Trey through the open bathroom door. Trey stumbled over the rim of the stall and into the shower. “Say you’re sorry, or you get soaked.”

  “If you’d go potty when Dave tells you to—”

  Brian turned on the water.

  “Ah, cold!”

  Trey grabbed Brian’s shirt and hauled him into the shower. They wrestled and hit each other beneath the flow of water as Brian tried to escape, and Trey tried to get his hands on as much of Brian’s wet skin as possible. If they started making out, Aggie swore she’d rip off her clothes and join them. Jace would just have to get over it.

  Sed nudged Aggie in the ribs with his elbow. “Those two should just fuck each other and get it out of their system, don’t you think?”

  “Oh yeah. Can I watch?” Aggie murmured.

  Sed laughed. “Just what they need. A witness.”

  Brian tumbled out of the shower, landing on his face between the toilet and the sink. A puddle of water spread beneath him, flooding the white linoleum floor. He scrambled toward the door, laughing so hard, he was gasping. Trey grabbed his ankle with both hands, pulling him back into the bathroom.

  “If you two want to shower together, you should get undressed first,” Sed said. “Myrna will kick your ass for making a mess.” Sed glanced at Aggie. “Or maybe Aggie will.”

  Aggie shook her head, grinning. She was enjoying the show immensely. The two sexy-as-hell guitarists could flood the bathroom all they wanted.

  The bus eased forward, and Trey slipped on the wet floor, hitting the back of his head on the wall. “Ow, fuck!”

  “It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt,” Aggie said.

  “And then it’s hilarious,” Eric said. He peeked into the bathroom and shook his head at his two drenched bandmates. “We don’t need more injuries in this band.” He pulled a bright green rabbit’s foot out of a pocket and rubbed it between his thumbs. “No more
injuries.”

  Brian’s demeanor changed the instant he saw Trey holding the back of his head and wincing. Brian reached up and shut off the water. Kneeling before him, he took Trey’s arms in both hands. “Did you hit your head? Are you okay?”

  “I think I might have another concussion. Are my pupils the same size?”

  Brian leaned closer, looking into Trey’s eyes. “I can’t tell.”

  “Closer.”

  Brian moved in. Trey grabbed him around the neck and kissed him on the mouth.

  Brian punched him in the ribs. Hard. “You ass! What in the hell did you do that for?”

  “Totally worth it,” Trey murmured, lying in the bottom of the shower rubbing his ribs with a blissful grin on his face. Brian climbed to his feet and shoved everyone out of his way on his way to the bedroom.

  “Trey’s getting desperate,” Eric said.

  “He’s wound up tighter than your snare, Eric,” Jon said. “That boy needs some pussy. Why don’t you help him out, Aggie?”

  Aggie did not like this guy. It had nothing to do with how Jace felt about him either. Jon Mallory was slimy. She knew an eel when she saw one. “Why don’t you? I think he likes guys anyway.”

  Eric shook his head. “Trey likes both.”

  Both? Now that had possibilities.

  Chapter 27

  Loud voices woke Jace from a deep sleep. Someone was certainly having a good time. From the feminine pitch of one of the voices, it seemed one of those someones was Aggie. He rubbed his face with both hands, scrubbing the sleep from his eyes, and searched the darkened room for some clothes. He stumbled as the bus rounded a corner and grabbed the edge of the dresser to prevent himself from falling.

  A pair of shorts in place, he opened the bedroom door and headed for the bathroom. He could hear Aggie’s animated voice through the thin wall as he relieved himself.

  “I mean this guy was huge, even bigger than Sed. I just snapped my whip at him, didn’t even touch him, and he came down his leg. Then he started crying that his father sold his teddy bear at a garage sale when he was eleven.”

  The guys laughed uproariously.

  “Is that what Jace does when you whip him?” Eric asked.

  “Jace is on the opposite end of the spectrum. I beat the crap out of him, and he doesn’t even flinch.”

  Now why did she have to go and tell them that? He exited the bathroom and moved to stand by her shoulder at the dining table. Across the table, Trey offered an uncomfortable wave. Aggie glanced at him, her eyes glassy and face slack. He supposed that explained why she was running off at the mouth.

  “Jace!” she said, excitedly. “Did you have a good sleep?”

  “Who can sleep with all this racket?”

  “Oh, poor baby.” She climbed from the booth and hugged him enthusiastically, putting most of her weight on him as she stumbled. Her lips smacked loudly against his jaw.

  Jace stiffened. Not in front of the guys, baby.

  “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she said.

  “Maybe later.”

  “Oh poo, you’re no fun.”

  “You’re drunk.”

  “Jus’ a little.” She pinched her fingers together and laughed, clinging to his neck with one arm for balance.

  “She already drank Brian under the table,” Sed said. “I think I’m next.”

  At the sound of his name, Brian lifted his head from the back of the booth. “Myrna?”

  Trey chuckled. “No, stud, she’s still in Kansas City. Go back to your wet dream.”

  Brian’s body went slack again, this time his head resting against Trey’s shoulder. Trey grinned like the Cheshire cat on Prozac.

  “Sit,” Aggie insisted.

  She shoved Jace into the booth.

  And then…

  She sat on his lap.

  Jace chanced a glance at Trey, but he was too interested in Brian to tease him about Aggie’s attention. Trey didn’t comment when Aggie toyed with Jace’s hair affectionately.

  Jace brushed her hand aside. “Don’t.”

  She shrugged, dropped her hand, and snuggled closer, her breath tickling his neck. “You smell good.”

  “Do we need to leave you two alone?” Sed asked.

  Jace’s face warmed instantly. “No.”

  He nudged Aggie off his lap and went to the refrigerator. “I’m starving. What’s there to eat?” He looked back at the table, hoping he’d missed the feast sitting there waiting for consumption. Nope. Just empties and half empties and mostly fulls. So they were back to living on a diet of beer. Wonderful.

  “Whatever you cook,” Trey said. “Unless Aggie—”

  “I’m female, so I get cooking duty? Fuck that.”

  “Not because you’re female,” Trey amended. “I’ve tasted the cooking of these guys, and let’s just say it isn’t good.”

  “You’re the worst cook of us all,” Brian murmured. He lifted his head from Trey’s shoulder, a concerned look on his face. “Trey?”

  “Yeah, buddy?”

  “Is that your hand or mine?”

  “I think it’s yours.”

  “M’kay.” Brian’s head hit the table with a loud thunk. He grunted in pain. Trey helped him upright, settling Brian’s head against his shoulder again. Brian had a spreading red spot in the center of his forehead now.

  “I think Brian needs another beer,” Trey said, holding his hand toward Jace.

  Jace pulled a brown bottle from the refrigerator.

  “Brian’s done.” Sed shook his head at Trey. “We all know what you’re trying to do, Trey.”

  Brian poked Trey in the back of the hand repeatedly. “What are you try… hic… What are you trying to do, Trey?”

  “I’m just making sure you’re having a good time.”

  “I’m having a verygoodfuckingtime, my friend, thankyouverymuch.” His head hit the table again.

  Jace returned the beer to the fridge. He searched for something edible that took minimum preparatory effort. He settled for a stale toaster pastry, leaning against the stove while he munched it. Aggie watched him, looking confused. And a little hurt. He avoided her gaze. He really was just hungry. And craving meat. Steak preferably. Bloody rare. He moved to the front of the bus to talk to Dave.

  “Any chance we can stop somewhere for food? I’m fuckin’ starving to death.”

  “I’ll keep an eye out for a place to stop.”

  Jace’s stomach rumbled.

  Dave took his eyes off the road to glance at him. “Soon. Go sit down. You look like shit.”

  “I feel like shit.”

  Jace sat in one of the captain’s chairs across from the sofa where Jon and Eric were involved in a competitive card game. Jon selected one of Eric’s cards, and Eric sniggered.

  “Shit. I don’t want your old maid, Sticks. Take it back.”

  Jon tried to return the card to Eric’s fan, but Eric held his cards securely to his chest.

  “Eh, no. That old bitch is yours now.”

  Old Maid? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. And why was Eric wearing a motorcycle helmet on the bus?

  Eric glanced at Jace and did a double take. “You okay, little man? You—”

  “Look like shit. Yeah, I know. I’ll live.”

  “Or not,” Jon said. “Whatev.”

  Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Dickhead much, Mallory?”

  Eric was sticking up for him?

  Aggie pressed a sports drink in Jace’s hand. “Drink this, sweetie. The doctor said you need fluids.”

  “Yeah, sweetie,” Eric said. “Drink your fluids like a good little man.”

  Well, that was to be expected. Jace climbed to his feet. “Come get me when we stop for food.”

  He took his drink to the bedroom and closed the door. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring into the darkness. He wasn’t sure what to do about the band. He’d been with them for almost three years, and they felt like strangers. The door opened. He knew it was Aggie without l
ooking up. He wasn’t sure what to do about her either. He liked her, but he didn’t want a solid commitment. He couldn’t give her what she needed, and he knew that wasn’t fair. She deserved better.

  She switched on the light and sat next to him on the bed, her soft hand resting on his lower back. She kissed his shoulder. He didn’t mind her affection now that they were alone—liked it pretty well actually.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

  “I don’t think you are. Not really.”

  “I’ll live.”

  “I didn’t ask if you’d live. Talk to me, Jace. You’re so quiet around the guys. Why is that?”

  “I—” He shook his head. He wasn’t about to spill his guts. He needed to keep them inside. Festering. Where they belonged. “You seem to get along with them just fine.”

  “I get guys. Well, most guys. I don’t get you. I want to though.”

  He wasn’t afraid of much, but she scared the hell out of him. Not the whip-wielding dominatrix. That part of her was enough for him. This open, caring, wonderful woman was too much. He didn’t deserve her. And he knew it.

  “Why do you crave pain?”

  “Why?” She wanted a reason? His throat closed off. “You shouldn’t ask me things like that.”

  “You can tell me anything, Jace. It won’t change how I feel about you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She shifted closer, her arm brushing his. “I’m sure. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

  “Why don’t you tell me why you like to hit men?” he countered.

  She shrugged. “That’s easy. My mom pawned me off on neighbors while she went out of town chasing some stupid dream or some stupider man. One of the neighbor men, who I now know is a pervert, liked to spank me. He’d sneak around and try to catch me doing something wrong so he could drag me into his garage, pull my pants down, and spank me. I hated that bastard. One day, I got tired of taking it. I waited until he dragged me into the garage, and then I took a belt to him. I expected him to beat me for it, even thought it would be worth it, but instead he let me hit him. He cried at my feet and begged me to forgive him for all the times he’d spanked me. I’ll never forget the rush I felt when I wailed on that pervert’s ass for the first time. There were many times after that. He started buying me gifts—made it worth my while.” She laughed. “That’s when I realized how easy it is to have complete power over men. I was eleven at the time.”