“Jace!” she screamed.

As her pu**y clenched around his c**k in orgasm, he let go. His body tensed, pumping his seed into her with spurt after glorious spurt, while her body shuddered uncontrollably. He held her gaze the entire time, knowing how emotionally vulnerable that made him, but with her, it seemed right.

Spent, he collapsed against her trembling body. She wrapped her arms around him and rocked her hips back and forth, continuing to find pleasure in his cock.

“Oh God, Jace,” she murmured. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

He’d never get enough of her either, which was a problem as far as he was concerned. He tangled his hands in her long silky hair, knowing she deserved far more pleasure than he’d given her. With her flailing him like that, he’d gotten too excited to treat her with proper care and attention. What he had in mind for her next would make up for that, he hoped.

“Do you wanna go somewhere with me?” he asked, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder.

“Yeah, okay,” she said. “Where are we going?”

He rose up on his arms above her and stared down into her flushed face. She pouted when she saw the mess she’d made of his chest. Her gentle touch was intoxicating as she traced the crisscrossing welts on his skin, drawing memories of the pain to the forefront of his mind again. He caught her wrists, and she looked up at him.

“The tour bus. I want to show you true bliss.”

“True bliss? Wasn’t that what I just experienced?”

He chuckled. “Baby, that was just a warm-up.”

Chapter 8

Aggie snuggled closer to Jace’s back, her hands pressed flat against his abdomen. She loved motorcycles. Especially low-pitched, rumbling Harleys. Foreplay on wheels.

They drove down the Vegas strip. The summer evening air was stifling, yet the crowds were still thick on the sidewalks and the traffic heavy. The tourists would really come out to play after dark. Aggie had lived in Las Vegas her entire life, and the city’s ceaseless excitement still stirred her. Jace turned into the area behind Mandalay Bay at the southern end of Las Vegas Boulevard and stopped next to a set of three tour buses. Jace parked beside a silver and black bus and held her hand while she climbed from the bike.

She removed her helmet, her long, thick hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She flipped it out of her face impatiently. “We need to drive into the desert and have an orgy on this bike.”

He removed his helmet, smiling to himself. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Now?” she asked breathlessly.

“I have other plans for you now. Next time.”

Next time? She wasn’t big on planning the future, especially if it required relying upon a man, but she’d make concessions for Jace.

He swung the bus door open and climbed the steep steps. Glancing down the corridor, he ushered her inside with a wave. The inside was nicer than she’d expected. A plush, leather sofa faced two captain’s chairs, a flat-screen TV, and a stereo system. Farther down the main corridor, a kitchenette stood opposite a small, square table and booths. Beyond the dining area, there were two stacked curtained compartments on each side. As Jace continued down the hallway, he swept each curtain aside to reveal four empty bunks.

“I don’t think anyone’s here,” he said.

The bathroom door stood partially open. No one in there either. He knocked on the door at the end of the hall. When there was no response, he opened the door to reveal a small bedroom. He switched on the light, and Aggie entered the room, glancing around. A comfortable-looking queen-sized bed filled over half the room. A closet, overflowing with clothes, bedding, and towels filled one wall. A long dresser stood next to the door, and a small window was situated on the wall opposite the closet. A hook in the ceiling caught her eye.

“That’s for you,” Jace whispered into her ear.

“For me?”

“You’ll see. What do you want to drink?”

His dichotomous personality always surprised her. He had a gentle, considerate side that so completely contrasted with the animal just beneath the surface. An angel and a devil. Strange thing was, she liked both—the side that warmed her heart with affection and the side that burned her body with lust. “Do you have any wine?”

He grinned. “A woman after my own heart. I hope you like it sweet.”

“Is there any other kind?”

“I have some port on the other bus. I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” He kissed her cheek and left her to herself.

Aggie removed her leather jacket, folding it carefully and setting it on the dresser. She contemplated removing her clothes and waiting for Jace naked, but decided she liked him to undress her. Slowly. Seductively. With great care and tenderness. In the silence, a faint hum came from the side table drawer. Her brow knitted with confusion, she went to investigate. Pulling the drawer open, she found it full of sex toys. Dildos of all sizes and thicknesses. Vibrators. Condoms. Flavored oils. Cock rings. Butt plugs. Was this why he’d brought her here? She found the humming vibrator and turned it off before dropping it back into the drawer.

“You like that kind of thing?” Jace asked from behind her.

She spun around. “Sorry to pry. One of the vibrators was humming. I followed the sound.” She nodded toward the drawer. “Is all that stuff yours?”

Jace shook his head. “It’s Brian’s. He likes toys. He doesn’t mind sharing though, if you want to borrow something.”

“Who’s Brian?” She accepted the glass of wine he held out to her.

“Our lead guitarist. I take it you’re not a Sinners fan. Everyone knows Brian ‘Master’ Sinclair. He’s a rock god. Sed, our lead singer, is a notorious womanizer. Trey plays rhythm guitar and any person—male or female—who catches his attention. And then there’s Eric, who… is our drummer. I’m obscure by comparison.”

“You sure about that? You’re awfully cute.”

He flushed. “Sed’s the one all the girls scream for. He’s a beast.”

“Like you?” Aggie grinned, taking a sip of wine—perfectly chilled, full-bodied, and sweet. She’d never tasted anything more delicious. “Mmmm.” She looked down into her glass. Thick, the wine clung to the inner surface of her glass. It reminded her of blood. She took another sip, holding the cool liquid in her mouth. Its flavor soured as it warmed on the surface of her tongue. She swallowed.




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