Hot Ticket

Her hands moved down his back to tug at his shirt impatiently. When she found her progress impeded by his sling, her hands slipped between their bodies and unfastened his pants. Both hands thrust into his open fly and pulled his c**k free. She stroked him up and down vigorously between her palms, her fingertips dancing against his flesh. Jesus, he liked it rough like that. His breath caught in the back of his throat.

“God, baby, don’t make me wait. Take me,” she pleaded, squirming beneath him.

Why was she so eager? He didn’t get it. He understood when she got this way after he spent hours teasing her body, but he’d barely had time to touch her. Hell, he was fully clothed. Was her excitement due to the guys being outside the curtain and able to hear her? Or because Brian was talking dirty to Myrna, jerking it, and groaning quietly in the bunk across the way? Or because Sed and Jessica had begun round two of their “who can vocalize the loudest” contest?

“Aggie? What’s goin…”

He lost his train of thought as she slipped his c**k 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 f**k 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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 pu**y around for miles.”

“I do realize that,” Jace murmured. He brushed Aggie’s hair from her cheeks and slid his slackening c**k 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.”

Chapter 36

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.