Epilogue to Hot Ticket
A Sinners on Tour Encore
by Olivia Cunning
Chapter One
Jace yawned as he inserted his key and unlocked the front door of his house. It was good to be home, no matter how temporarily. Sinners would only be off tour for two weeks as their stage equipment made its way by cargo ship across the Atlantic to Europe and Sed got married. And then he would be back on the road again for several months. At least Aggie would accompany him overseas. She’d become such an important part of his li
fe, he couldn’t imagine three months without his badass girlfriend by his side.
The instant he opened the door, he was yanked inside and smothered in the kisses of said badass girlfriend. She crushed him to the inner surface of the door, her hands sliding up his T-shirt to caress the bare skin of his belly. Her mouth sucked at his lips, and she straddled his thigh to move closer. Through the fabric of his jeans, he could feel the heat coming off her pussy. Jace groaned. The duffle bag in his hand dropped to the floor as his arms went around her to draw her closer. The woman always excited easily, but she’d obviously been worked up before he’d even entered the house. He wondered what she’d been up to. One of her hands slid down to rub his cock through his pants and as lust stole his more coherent thoughts, he decided whatever had gotten her all hot and bothered was a good thing.
“God, I missed you,” she said between kisses.
It had been only five days since they’d last seen each other. While the band finished up several shows in New England, Aggie and the other Lady Sinners had gone home to take care of business before they all headed to Europe together. He and his four band members had flown home on a red-eye flight after last night’s show in New York. Jace had slept a bit on the plane, but had been craving his mattress for some sleep. Now he was craving his mattress for a whole different reason.
“I missed you too,” Jace said against Aggie’s seeking lips.
One of his arms tightened around her as he pulled her closer and kissed her with the same enthusiasm she’d shown him. Cupping her full breast through her tight T-shirt, he found her nipple already hard and straining against his thumb for more vigorous stimulation.
“I could just fuck you right here,” she said in that low, sexy growl of a voice his cock recognized as no-holds-barred sex coming its way.
“What’s stopping you?” he murmured. “Are you working with a client in the dungeon? Is that why you’re so turned on?”
When they’d spoken on the phone that morning, she hadn’t mentioned doing any sessions as a professional dominatrix that day, but occasionally one of her clients talked her into an impromptu session. It wasn’t a big deal. He just wondered what she’d been doing to the lucky son of a bitch that had her so on fire.
She chuckled. “No, no client today. There isn’t a client on the planet who could make me want you this bad. But I do have a friend here.”
A spike of jealousy speared Jace’s heart. He knew Aggie would never fool around with a client, but she’d never gotten sexually excited just because a friend had visited. He couldn’t help but wonder exactly what kind of fun she’d been having with her friend. And who the friend was. A past boyfriend maybe? She’d assured him none of the guys in her past had meant anything to her. So what had her attacking him at the door?
“Who?” he asked.
“Are you going to introduce us?” a soft feminine voice said from behind Aggie.
Jace stood away from the door so quickly that Aggie had to grab on to him to keep from tumbling to the floor. Behind Aggie stood one of the most stunning redheads Jace had ever laid eyes on. Tall and lithe, she exuded self-confidence and sexuality. Her brilliant red hair cascaded over her shoulders and had just enough waviness to make it full. The woman looked from Aggie to Jace and back to Aggie with grass-green eyes surrounded by thick lashes. The plunging neckline of her green silk dress drew his attention to a pair of large, round breasts. And he couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her huge tits seemed to defy gravity. Damn. If Jace had friends who looked like her, he might get sexually excited by their visits too.
“This is Jace,” Aggie said, still breathless with arousal.
“I kind of figured that out, Ice,” the woman said, a beguiling smile curving her soft pink lips. “What with you melting all over him and everything.”
Ice?
“Jace, this is a friend of mine from Vegas,” Aggie said. “We go way back. She’s in town for the weekend, shooting a film.”
So the redhead was an actress. Lots of actresses could be found in and around Hollywood, so that didn’t surprise him. What surprised him was that she wasn’t on the A-list and starring in lead roles that he’d recognize. He had no idea who she was. But she looked Aggie’s age. For a budding actress, twenty-nine was fairly ancient.
“What kind of film?” he asked. He wasn’t much of a conversationalist—especially not with people he just met—but he was genuinely interested. And not because she was hot. Because she was a friend of Aggie’s.
“You weren’t lying when you said you never told him about me,” the woman said, crossing her arms and leveling Aggie with a harsh stare. “I thought we were friends.”
“I wasn’t trying to hide you from him or anything. You just never came up,” Aggie said, releasing Jace and turning to stand beside him. She squeezed his hand.
“It’s a pornographic film,” Aggie’s friend said to Jace, watching for his reaction. When he didn’t gasp or give her a strange look, she added. “Typical gang-bang stuff—six guys, two at a time.”
She definitely had the body for porn.
“This is Starr Lancaster,” Aggie said. “Surely you’ve heard of her. She’s one of the best-known porn actresses in the world.”
Jace nodded slightly in Starr’s direction. He had heard the name Starr Lancaster in certain circles—all-male circles. He was pretty sure half of the Sinners’ porn collection featured her in the starring role, but he’d never been interested in watching porn, so even if it was on the big screen on the tour bus, he didn’t really pay attention to the faces. Sometimes he took mental notes so he could employ new techniques, but it wasn’t really his thing. Now that he knew who she was, however, his mind flipped through several mental images of her getting off. He remembered she was known for squirting when she came. He could feel the heat of embarrassment start to climb his cheeks.
“Did I actually make him blush?” Starr asked Aggie.
“It isn’t hard to do,” Aggie said, touching his cheek with her cool fingertips.
“My friend Eric would probably like your autograph,” Jace said.
Starr laughed. “If he’s as cute as you are, I’ll sign his dick with my tongue.”
Aggie winced. “God, Starr, do you have to be so crass?”
“Crass?” Starr lifted an eyebrow at Aggie. “When the fuck did you turn into Pollyanna, Ice?”
Ice? Why did she keep calling Aggie Ice?
“I didn’t,” Aggie said. “It’s just Eric is married to a really sweet woman, and I know what a home wrecker you are.”
“You can’t wreck a home that isn’t already wrecked,” Starr said, lifting a hand and flicking her wrist. “So are we going to do this, or what?”
“Yeah, go get ready. I’ll be right down.”
“Be prepared to beg for mercy, babydoll,” Starr said to Jace and turned on her heel to leave them alone in the foyer.
“What’s she talking about?” Jace asked Aggie, trying not to stare at the green silk clinging to Starr’s ass as she stalked away in her stilettoes.
“A little surprise for you. We used to work as a domme duo when we were first starting out and learning the trade. We were both trained under Mistress Z. When we worked a client together, Starr was called Fire and I was Ice.”
“I wondered why she kept calling you that.”
“We were highly sought after in Vegas back in the day, until…” Aggie’s face took on a distant look before she shrugged and met his eyes. “It’s been a while, but she stopped by out of the blue and got me talking about you and your… tastes. Then we started coming up with some ideas to get you worked up and—” She crushed him up against the door again, mashing her mouth against his and rubbing her mound against his cock.
So that’s what had her so worked up—talking about him with another domme. He could live with that. He might be interested in playing their games, but there would have to be some boundaries defined and enforced. He didn’t take orders from just anyone.
Jace pulled his mouth from Aggie and stared into her glassy eyes. She looked completely out of her head. “You haven’t taken any ecstasy, have you?” he asked.
“You know I don’t do drugs anymore.”
“I’ve just never seen you like this, so I wanted to make sure you were thinking clearly.”
She shook her head slightly. “I’m not thinking clearly at all, but it isn’t drugs. It’s you.”
Jace grinned crookedly. “You know I’m happy to be involved in your little experiments, but I have to set some boundaries with Starr.”
“Of course.”
“No sexual contact with her,” he said. “At all.”
Aggie nodded obediently. “She’ll be my assistant,” Aggie said. “Nothing more. I won’t let her touch you in a sexual capacity. But I get to touch you in a sexual capacity, right?”
“If the mood strikes you,” he teased.
“The mood already struck me,” she said and laughed. “What are your other boundaries?”
“That’s the only one.”
Aggie shuddered with delight. “God, I fucking love you,” she said. She grabbed him by the belt and tugged him toward the basement, where her private dungeon had been built. By the time they reached the door that led to the lower level, Jace’s dick was rock hard with excitement and his thoughts cloudy with lust. He had no idea what kind of damage two sadists could do to him, but he was more than eager to find out.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Aggie said at the bottom of the steps and kissed him gently. “I hope you enjoy your gift.”
The dungeon was empty, but Aggie’s dressing room door was open and he could hear Starr—or maybe he should think of her as Fire during this particular interaction—moving around inside.
“I’m sure I’ll enjoy every moment of your thoughtful gift,” Jace said. “But my birthday isn’t for six weeks.”
“Yeah, but we’ll be in Europe then, and I won’t have access to my dungeon to treat you properly.” She grinned. “Or improperly, depending on your perspective.”
“They do have dungeons in Europe,” Jace said. “Real ones.”