“I didn’t really want to talk to him, Jace,” she whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, but I was trapped in here naked. He wants to ask you something, but he’s too afraid, so he wants me to ask you.”
“He’s afraid? Of what?”
“Probably that you’ll punch him in the face again.”
“Smart dude. So what is it?”
“Eric told him you were playing piano on the new album.”
“A couple songs. So?”
“So if you’re playing piano, who’s going to play bass?”
“I’ll record the two tracks separately, and then they’ll mix them.”
“But who will play it live?”
Jace’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know. The album isn’t even done yet. Why is he asking about this now?”
“He doesn’t want to lose the band. Not entirely.”
“So I’m supposed to extend a hand of welcome?”
“That’s up to you. He said he didn’t want to go to the rest of the guys. He wants you to make the decision.”
“That’s weird,” Jace said. “Why should this be my decision?”
“You’re the bassist. He said after he heard you play live that he knew he was grasping at straws. He was hoping you might give him one last straw to cling to.”
“I’ll bring it up with the guys,” Jace promised.
Aggie snuggled against him. “I love you.”
Jace wasn’t sure why throwing Jon a bone had her all sentimental, but he’d take it. He touched her soft breast with his fingertips.
She yelped. “Your hands are freezing!”
“Then warm them up.”
“I’ll warm you up,” she said in a threatening tone.
He chuckled. “That’s the idea.”
Apparently, his idea of the best way to create warmth and her idea weren’t quite the same. She tickled him until he laughed and squirmed himself off the bed. He hit the floor with a thud. Still laughing, he rolled over to climb to his feet. Unexpectedly, he found himself airborne as someone lifted him off the floor and tossed him back into the bunk.
“You lost something, Aggie,” Eric said with a grin.
“Thanks, Eric. I wouldn’t want him to get away.”
“Keep him on a shorter leash.”
Aggie’s devious smile instantly had Jace warm and his pants tight. “Now there’s an idea,” she murmured.
He was glad she was already naked. It made it easier to fill his hands and mouth with warm, inviting flesh.
“I guess there’s no room in there for me,” Eric said and drew the curtain closed.
“Is Eric going to be okay?” Aggie whispered.
Jace released her nipple and slid up her body to look her in the eye. The light in the closed bunk was limited, and he couldn’t gauge her expression. “He’ll have to be. Call me selfish, but I’m not sharing you anymore. I’ll have to be enough to feed your insatiable sexual appetite.”
Aggie grinned, buried her fingers in his hair, and kissed him hungrily. When he tried to pull back to ask her about her lustful enthusiasm, she held him fast, her lips sucking on his, fingers digging into his scalp, mound gyrating feverishly against his rock hard cock. All rational thought escaped him. He immersed himself in the delight of Aggie’s curves. Well, as best he could with the fucking sling pinning his arm against his body.
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 cock 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 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.