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

by Olivia Cunning

  “Yeah, I saw her.”

  “Where’ve you been anyway? You were gone when I woke up.” When she’d opened her eyes, Eric had been cuddled up against her naked body. She hadn’t been comfortable being left alone with him and had been a little put off that Jace had abandoned her and not made Eric leave.

  “I was working out with Sed.”

  “Is your body up to that?”

  “It’s up to fucking you a couple times a day. I think I can handle lifting fifteen pounds.”

  What had him out of sorts? “What’s the matter, baby?” She reached behind her to run a hand through his soft hair. It was getting long, and his brown roots were showing again. She was glad he hadn’t spiked it with gel today. It felt like silk against her fingertips.

  “How do you feel about marriage?” he asked.

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Marriage?” she sputtered breathlessly.

  He stood there silently for a long moment. When she didn’t say anything, he released her and backed away. “That’s what I thought.” He disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door before she could get a handle on what had just happened.

  Did Jace want to marry her? Her? A trashy dominatrix from Vegas. As a doting wife? Surely he was just asking what she thought about marriage in general.

  The stove hissed as her pot of spaghetti boiled over. She grabbed the handles and sloshed the excess water in the sink before returning the pot to the burner.

  Marriage?

  Where had that come from?

  In all their time together, marriage had never crossed her mind. She felt kind of guilty about that. How long had he been thinking about this? She walked down the hall and stood outside the bathroom door with her knuckles raised to knock. The sound of the shower being turned on made her pause. She didn’t want to leave him to fester. She knew how he internalized the things that hurt him, but she needed time to think about this. She didn’t think she’d ever get married. It hadn’t been on her life’s to-do list. But she loved Jace. Adored him. She didn’t want to lose him. But marry him? She wasn’t sure if that was best for either of them.

  Eric leaned against the wall next to her. “What did he do now?”

  Aggie glanced up at Eric’s twinkling, blue eyes. “Who?”

  “Jace.”

  “Nothing.” She spun away from the door and returned to the stove to stir the spaghetti sauce. She checked the meatballs in the oven. Glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom door. Stirred the sauce. Checked the meatballs. Glanced at the bathroom door.

  Eric hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter between the stove and the sink. “He did something,” Eric insisted. “I’ve never seen you this upset.”

  “I’m not upset.”

  “Are too.”

  “Not.”

  “You can tell me,” Eric said. “I’ll help you straighten him out.”

  “He doesn’t need straightening out.”

  Eric clung to the edge of the counter and swung his long legs, his heels bumping against the lower cabinet repetitively.

  “Stop fidgeting,” Aggie demanded. “You’re driving me insane.”

  “Someone is cranky.” Eric hopped off the counter and stood behind her to massage her shoulders. “Chillax. Everything will be okay.”

  As his strong hands worked her muscles, Aggie tensed further. She twisted away and brandished her spaghetti spoon at him. “Just go over there and sit down.”

  “Jace and I can work all that aggression out of you, sexy. Let’s start without him.”

  When his mouth descended on the side of her neck, she tensed. Exactly what kind of claim did Eric think he had on her? He cupped her breasts and pulled her back against his hard body. She jerked away, spun around, and shoved him with both hands.

  “I didn’t say you could touch me, Eric.”

  His brow knitted. “I need permission?”

  “Not only mine. Jace’s too.”

  Eric grinned. “I’m sure Jace won’t mind.”

  Aggie lowered her gaze. Eric was probably right. And why was that exactly? Shouldn’t Jace be at least a little jealous of Eric touching her? Kissing her? Coming on to her? She knew if it ever came down to Jace choosing between her and his band, the band would win, hands down. Not that she would make him choose—but if he had to. He said he loved her. Most of the time, he acted like he did. But sometimes, she wasn’t sure. She was so confused she felt like crying. Her lower lip trembled.

  She squared her shoulders, turned her back on Eric, and returned to the stove. Forcing her turbulent thoughts from her mind, she drained the spaghetti and added it to the sauce. The meatballs went in next. She turned off the burner, grabbed the nearest jacket, and headed for the bus exit. “Dinner’s ready,” she mumbled to Trey and Brian as she passed the sofa. They watched her pass, and then exchanged troubled glances.

  “Eric, what the fuck did you say?” Trey asked as Aggie stepped off the bottom step.

  “Nothing, I swear! Let’s eat.”

  Aggie slipped into the jean jacket she’d borrowed and headed toward the woods past the bus. She needed a moment away from the guys to collect her thoughts. She wasn’t running away. She wasn’t.

  She entered the woods, autumn leaves crunching beneath her feet. She circled behind the nearest thick tree and leaned against it, staring up at the darkening sky. What was she going to do? She never liked to think about the future. It never did what she expected—what she planned. She had to live in the now. She didn’t know if she had a future with Jace. She was afraid to dwell on it too much in case things didn’t work out with him. Why did he have to bring up that possibility now? Leaves crunched beside her. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.

  He stopped next to her.

  “That’s my jacket.”

  Not Jace. Jon.

  She leaned away from the tree and started to remove the jacket, but Jon caught her arm. “It’s okay. I don’t mind if you borrow it.”

  She felt like she was wearing the opposing team’s game jersey, but if she took it off, she knew she’d have to go back to the bus immediately. The temperature was dropping rapidly as the sun sank behind the horizon.

  “What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked.

  “Getting some fresh air.”

  He leaned back against the tree beside her. “Stifling in there sometimes, isn’t it?”

  She nodded slightly.

  “I know you don’t like me.”

  It was that obvious, was it?

  “I’m not always an obnoxious jackass. That’s just what the guys expect. Can’t let them down.”

  “I think they’ve grown up since you were with them originally.”

  Jon pulled a hand through his collar-length, wavy black hair. “I guess. I don’t have much to offer. I know that.”

  He huffed a breath and stared at the few leaves still clinging to the barren branches above.

  “Your guy,” he said. “He has a lot of talent.”

  Aggie glanced at him, wondering what he was getting at.

  “The band isn’t ever going to take me back, are they? Not for real.”

  Aggie felt no need to protect this guy’s feelings. “Probably not.”

  “Not unless something happened to Jace.”

  Aggie’s heart thudded. “Is that some kind of threat?”

  He rolled his smoky gray eyes and shook his head. “If it was a threat, would I have told you?”

  His words didn’t make her feel better. She needed to tell Jace what Jon had just said. Warn him that he needed to watch his back.

  “I’m going inside,” she said. “It’s chilly out here.” She headed around the tree and almost ran into Jace.

  “What are you doing out here with Jon?” Jace asked from the near darkness.

  She didn’t know why she felt like she’d been caught cheating. Probably because she knew how much Jace disliked Jon.

  “Nothing important.”

  “Why are you sneaking around in the dark? Tell
me that.”

  Wait. Was Jace jealous? Of Jon? Aggie chuckled.

  “Why are you laughing?”

  “Don’t you trust me, Jace?”

  He hesitated. “Yeah, I trust you. But why were you out here alone with Jon? And isn’t this his jacket?”

  “I didn’t know it was his when I grabbed it. Let’s go talk inside. I’m cold.”

  “The guys are inside.”

  Aggie grinned at her sweet, predictable, tough angel. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

  “Well, won’t you?”

  “Yeah, probably.” She looped her arm through his. They had a lot to talk about, whether she was ready to face the future or not. That was what had her so freaked out. Mentioning marriage suggested Jace was thinking of the future in a big way. “I suppose Sed and Jessica are occupying the bedroom.”

  “Obviously.”

  “Where should we go so we can talk and I don’t embarrass you in front of the guys?”

  “We don’t have to talk.”

  “Yeah, we do. You brought up marriage.”

  “It was a question, Aggie. I just wondered what you thought about marriage. I didn’t mean—”

  She found his lips in the moonlight and covered them with her fingertips. “We still need to talk. It makes me nervous too.”

  “It does?” he murmured against her fingertips.

  “You’re trapped by your past. I’m afraid of my future.”

  “Afraid?”

  “Terrified.”

  She suddenly found herself in his arms, his lips against her forehead. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve got you.”

  But would he always? She snuggled closer. She actually found herself hoping—for a future. With this guy. Her heart thudded faster as her mind raced through possibilities, the good and the bad.

  “Maybe both of us should concentrate on now,” she suggested. “Forget the past. Don’t worry about the future. Just be.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “I’m not sure it’s what I want, but I think it’s all I can handle.”

  “Okay.”

  “But we still need to talk.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow,” she agreed. “Let’s go eat, and then you can take me to your bunk and have your way with me.”

  “The guys will hear us.”

  Aggie chuckled. “Like they don’t hear us when we’re in the bedroom.”

  “Just don’t call me anything embarrassing like Sweet’ums McSugar Bear.”

  “I’d never called you that. What if I call you Huge Cock Master Pussy Delighter? Would that be okay?”

  He laughed, and her heart warmed at the sound. “I guess I could live with that.”

  They entered the bus. Aggie took off Jon’s jacket and tossed it on the sofa on her way toward the kitchen. The rest of the band was squashed together in the small booths surrounding the square table eating spaghetti. Jessica was sitting on Sed’s knee. His hand rested against her lower back. He might as well have been growling mine, mine, mine under his breath. Aggie smiled, happy to see Jessica, but more happy to see her glowing. She’d always been a beauty, but with Sed beside her, she was radiant. Sed fed Jessica from his plate while she talked animatedly to Trey.

  “I can’t really talk about it, but Dean Taylor is still denying all fourteen counts of sexual harassment. If he was smart, he’d plea bargain. We have an incredible case against him.” She accepted half a meatball into her mouth, chewing slowly.

  “Do you think you’re going to get through that class you had to retake then?” Trey asked.

  Jessica swallowed and nodded. “Ellington and I had a long talk. She’s transferred her hatred to the appropriate party. We get along okay now.” She turned and rubbed her nose against Sed’s. He grinned, showing a pair of dimples Aggie had never realized existed. He poked the other half of the meatball in her mouth.

  “Eat faster,” he whispered and glanced eagerly at the bedroom door.

  She chewed and swallowed.

  “I’m glad everything is working out,” Brian said, looking ill as he watched Jessica steal Sed’s lips for a tender kiss. “I can’t wait until tomorrow,” he grumbled under his breath.

  Jace handed Aggie a plate full of spaghetti and meatballs. She smiled with gratitude. “Thanks.”

  Jessica glanced up at the sound of Aggie’s voice. “There you are,” she said, with a bright smile. “I wondered where you’d disappeared to. Trey said Eric pissed you off.”

  “Not really.” Aggie shrugged. But she needed to talk to him too. About their nonexistent relationship.

  She looked at Eric, who sat in the booth lodged between Sed’s big body and the wall. He concentrated on his meal and didn’t acknowledge his name had been spoken. His dark brows were drawn together, his thin lips set in a harsh line as he chewed. Aggie had never seen Eric upset. He shrugged everything off as if life was some big joke. She hoped she hadn’t hurt his feelings, because if she had that meant he had feelings for her, and she didn’t want to deal with that. And she sure didn’t want to become a rift between Eric and Jace.

  As there was no room at the table, Aggie leaned against the counter, balanced her plate on her chest with one hand, and used her other to eat. With one arm trapped in a sling, Jace stood beside her and stared at his plate as if hoping his food would jump into his mouth.

  “I’m full,” Jessica declared.

  “Finally.” Sed rose from the table, tossed a giggling Jessica over one shoulder and rushed to the bedroom.

  Brian shifted to the opposite side of the table so Aggie and Jace could sit next to each other and Jace could actually eat. They were halfway through their meal before Aggie noticed that Eric wasn’t really eating. He was repeatedly stabbing one of his meatballs with his fork.

  “What’s wrong, Eric?” Aggie asked.

  “He got his period,” Trey said.

  “Fuck you,” Eric grumbled.

  “Are you still moping, Eric?” Brian asked. “Trey didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, bro.”

  “I was just fucking with you, dude,” Trey said. “Some lucky girl will eventually fall for you. Marry you. Give birth to your ugly kids. You’ll live happily ever after and all that shit.”

  “You’ll probably find someone serious before I do,” Eric grumbled.

  “Party boy?” Brian jabbed a thumb in Trey’s direction and laughed. “I don’t think so. Who’d be crazy enough to get serious with him? He’s about as monogamous as a salmon.”

  “A salmon?” Trey burst out laughing. Aggie chuckled with him and shook her head.

  “I mean, even Jace is getting married,” Eric complained.

  Jace stiffened. Aggie’s laughter died. They exchanged nervous glances.

  “I am?” Jace said, his voice uncharacteristically squeaky.

  “Since when?” Aggie demanded.

  “I heard him ask you, Aggie,” Eric said, looking annoyed by her obvious stupidity.

  “He wasn’t asking me to marry him.” At least that’s what he’d tried to tell her outside. Aggie’s eyes widened with realization. Maybe he had been. Jace wasn’t good at expressing himself verbally. She was well aware of that fact. Aggie’s head swiveled so she could look at Jace. His face was the color of cranberries as he examined his plate with uncommon interest. “You weren’t, were you?”

  “What?” He glanced at the wall. “No. I already told you. I just wanted to know…” He squirmed against her, trying to push Aggie out of the booth. “Let me out. I need to go to the bathroom.”

  Trey laughed. “He was. Oh my God, Jace, how did you manage to fuck that up so spectacularly? She didn’t even know you were asking her.”

  “Shut up, Trey. I wasn’t.” He surprised Aggie by lifting her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles gently. “If I was asking her, she’d know it.”

  She smiled, her heart melting. She leaned closer to kiss him, but hesitated when she realized it would embarrass him in front of the guys. He closed
the distance, his lips stroking hers with incomparable tenderness. Her toes curled in bliss.

  “Ha!” Brian said. “You owe me twenty bucks, Mills.”

  “Damn it.” Trey pulled out his wallet and handed over a twenty.

  Brian kissed it and slid it into his pocket.

  Aggie leaned away from Jace and turned to scowl at the two guitarists. “What exactly did you two bet?”

  Brian winked. “That Jace would never get mushy with you in front of us.”

  Wincing, Trey ducked to avoid Jace’s gaze. “Sorry, Jace.”

  Jace laughed. “Why would you bet that?”

  “He thought it was a sure win,” Brian said. “But Trey’s never been in love, so he doesn’t know how it changes a man.”

  “I have too been in love.”

  Brian lifted his brows. “With who?”

  Trey flushed and lowered his eyes. “No one you know.”

  “That’s what I thought,” Brian said.

  Was Brian really that dumb? It was obvious who Trey was in love with. The only one who didn’t recognize it was Brian. Aggie watched Trey hide his feelings behind a mischievous smile.

  “Do you think Myrna will be in the mood for another one of our famous threesomes?” Trey winked at Brian.

  Aggie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. From offhand remarks, she’d always assumed Myrna was straightlaced and prudish. Apparently not.

  “Don’t get your hopes up, Mills. I don’t plan on sharing her with anyone this weekend,” Brian said. “Besides, she’s off birth control now. I don’t want you guys naked within a hundred yards of her.”

  “Uh, how are we supposed to shower?” Trey asked.

  Brian rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You can shower, dumbass. Just make sure you wear a condom.”

  Jace’s lips brushed the back of Aggie’s ear. Her amused grin faded, and she shuddered, goose bumps rising along her neck and shoulder.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered.

  Oh, hell yeah.

  Aggie took Jace’s hand and tugged him out of the booth behind her.

  “You kids keep it down in there,” Trey said. “I don’t think Brian can handle the sounds of two couples getting laid when he gets none.”

  “Abstinence is so not my thing,” Brian grumbled.

  “I told you I’d help you with that.”