Hot Ticket
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“Come join me after your shower. Don’t bother putting on clothes.”
She grinned. “If you insist.”
“Towels are under the sink.” He climbed into bed and admitted that he did need rest. He was almost unconscious the moment his head touched the pillow. He heard her close the bathroom door. A moment later, the water started flowing. He considered joining her as he drifted toward oblivion. Next time.
Aggie’s scream woke him. “Get out of here, you f**king pervert!”
The bathroom door closed. “I told you she’d go Brazilian, Eric. You owe me twenty bucks.”
Jon.
“How do I know you’re not just saying that?” Eric said.
“Have a look.” The bathroom door opened again. There was a loud thud. “Hey, baby, don’t throw stuff. We’re just settling a bet.”
Jace leaped from the bed and stalked down the hall. He grabbed Jon by the arm and spun him around. Jace’s left-handed uppercut to Jon’s chin sent him flying. Jon landed on his back at Eric’s feet. Eric stared at Jace in astonishment.
“Do you want a piece?” Jace asked Eric.
“We were just having a little fun. Chillax, little man.”
“If you disrespect my woman like that again, I’ll kick your f**kin’ ass. You won’t get back up.”
Jon rose up on one elbow, rubbing his jaw. “Jesus Christ, that hurt, dude.”
Aggie opened the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around her curvy body. “Jace, you should have let me punch him. You’ll tear out your stitches.”
He shrugged. It would have been worth it.
She turned to Eric. “Your perverted friend owes you twenty bucks, Eric. I’ll have you know, I do not go Brazilian. I shave it in the shape of a butterfly.”
Jace chuckled, glad she had a sense of humor about the situation. She wouldn’t last long on a bus with six guys if she didn’t. “A butterfly?” Jace said. “I don’t recall that. You’d better show me.”
Jace coaxed her toward the bedroom. The faster he got away from Jon, the better.
“Why do you call him little man, Eric? The guy is hung like a whale,” Jon said as he picked himself up off the floor.
“It’s an optical illusion. It just looks big. Even at three inches, it’s half his height.”
“I guess that explains what she sees in him. Shape of a butterfly, my ass.”
Jace closed the bedroom door, shaking his head in disgust. Aggie’s towel snapped against his ass. His entire body tensed in response, and his c**k stirred with excitement. He turned to look at her. She traced a butterfly shape on her clean-shaven mound.
“You don’t see the butterfly?” she asked.
“No, I don’t.”
She climbed onto the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. She traced the shape again. “See it now?”
Oh, he saw it all right. Not a butterfly. Everything she had to offer between her thighs. He grew light-headed as his c**k thickened.
“Maybe if I come closer,” he murmured.
“I think you should.”
He settled on his stomach, resting on his elbows between her legs. His injured shoulder protested the weight he put on it, so he shifted to his left side. “I still don’t see it. Are you sure it’s there?”
“Maybe if you touch it, you’ll feel it.”
He stroked the smooth skin of her outer lips and mound until she shuddered. Her scent intensified as she grew excited. Wet. Her inner folds swelled. Reddened. Invited him in. He resisted though, touching only her clean-shaven areas.
“Do you feel it yet?” she asked breathlessly.
“I feel plenty,” he said, “but no butterfly.”
“Maybe your mouth can find it.”
He grinned. “I think I’m being manipulated here.”
He licked her smooth flesh. Suckled it. Inhaled her intoxicating scent but purposely avoided tasting her fluids. He could feel her heat against his face—see how swollen and wet she was. His c**k protested its neglect.
“Maybe I was wrong,” she said. “Maybe Jon won that bet after all.”
“Don’t say his name in our bed.”
He slid up her body and thrust into her delightfully warm pu**y. Ah God, why did she feel so good? Her silky flesh gripped him, stimulating every pleasure sensor in his c**k with each forward thrust and withdraw. It had never felt this good before. He couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t think of anything but the feel of her around him. He possessed her faster, unable to believe the pleasure could intensify, but it did. It built so quickly, he couldn’t contain it. He was scarcely aware of her body convulsing with release beneath him. Her pu**y tightened as she came, pulling at him, encouraging him to join her in ecstasy.
“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 c**k 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 c**k 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.