Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour 2)

“Sounds like a plan,” Sed said gruffly. He took the young woman’s hand from his crotch and tugged her toward one of the doors at the back of the bus. The bedroom, Jessica presumed. “Follow me, ladies,” he said to the other two girls. The door opened and closed behind the four of them.

Jessica suppressed the urge to punch something. She hadn’t slept with anyone since they’d broken up. She wondered how many hours he’d waited before f**king one of his groupies. Or three of them.

God, she wanted to break something. Preferably his face.

Eric stomped up the bus stairs. “Where’s Sed? Did he start without me?”

Jessica glanced up from the blurry computer screen. “How the f**k should I know?” she growled, her face aching from the tension in her expression.

Eric gaped at her. “Jessica?”

“Yeah, guilty.”

Her mood had gone from foul to horrendous. The copious giggling coming from the bedroom did not improve her disposition.

Eric slid into the booth across from her and whispered, “Does Sed know you’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. He had to pass here to take his little sluts back there.” She pointed at the offensive bedroom door.

“My God, Sed, you’re absolutely perfect,” a muffled voice came through the door.

“Can you always hear everything that goes on in that bedroom?” Jessica asked.

“Pretty much,” Eric said. “You think Sed and his groupies are loud, wait until Brian and Myrna get back from their honeymoon. She makes this sound in the back her throat. It’s like… gah, instant boner.”

“I’m moving to the pigsty bus,” Jessica said, rising from the bench. She closed the laptop and scooped the stack of papers on top.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Eric said. “The place is toxic to sensible females.”

“Is Jace over there, by any chance? A friend of mine wanted me to give him a message.”

Eric scowled, an uncharacteristic look of guilt on his ruggedly handsome face. “Not sure where Jace went off to.”

Sed’s deep groan carried through the door. “Suck it harder,” he demanded. “Yeah, harder. Harder. That’s better.”

Jessica rushed down the hall and threw open the bedroom door. It banged against the wall. Sed stood just inside the doorway entirely naked, save the cherry-red condom on his cock. His three girls were in various states of undress. One was on her knees in front of him, sucking his shaft down her throat. A second knelt behind him flicking her tongue over God-only-knew-what. The third girl ran her hands up and down the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen as if she was inspecting The Statue of David for flaws.

Sed gazed at Jessica through half-closed eyes, a sardonic smile on his handsome face. “Can I help you?”

With an angry growl, Jessica grabbed the girl sucking Sed’s c**k by the hair and yanked her down to the floor. Sed’s yelp of pain seemed well deserved. And the girl? Jessica wanted to kill her. “Get away from him, you f**king slut,” Jessica spat.

Jessica narrowly avoided a kick to the head and tossed the screaming young woman into the hall by her hair.

“Cat fight,” Eric announced excitedly, nudging the ejected female further down the hall.

Jessica spun around, prepared to fight off the next Sed-fondler, but he had taken each spare girl by an arm and escorted them from the room. The young women looked confused as he pushed them out into the hall. Eric caught them against his body.

“Awww, Sed,” Eric said. “I wanted to watch them pull each other’s hair.”

Sed closed the door in Eric’s face, shutting himself and Jessica in the bedroom.

Alone.

Together.

Jessica swallowed hard and glanced up at him, startled by his nearness. How had she ended up here? She’d been on her way to leave the bus and then…

He continued to watch her, waiting for her to say something.

“I hate you,” was the best she could come up with.

“I hate you more.”

“It is not possible to hate anyone as much as I hate you.” She tried to open the door, but he lifted a hand against the frame and held it closed.

“If you hate me, why are you fighting off my entertainment for the evening?”

Good question.

“Because.” She couldn’t drag her gaze from his bright blue eyes. Why was he looking at her like that? Like he actually gave a shit what she had to say. It had never mattered to him in the past.

“Because?”

“Because I… hate you,” she whispered.

His sardonic grin returned. “I can see that.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. His feather-light kiss lasted less than a second but her heart thundered in her chest. Her knees went weak. The entire core of her body tensed with need. His tongue brushed her upper lip as he drew away.

He stared down at her for her reaction.

Oh my…

She snapped back to her senses. How dare he kiss her? She shoved him, her hands pressing against the warm flesh of his naked chest.

Big mistake. His skin burned hers with awareness.

She had to get out here, before… Before she…

When she reached for the doorknob, he grabbed her wrist.

“I wish I’d never met you,” he said.

“Well, I wish you’d never been born!”

He drew her body against his and covered her mouth with a searing kiss.

Oh my, my, my…

She groaned. Her bones turned to jelly. His large hands splayed over her back to keep her from sinking to the floor as he laid her senses to waste. This man. She really did hate him. That’s why it was so maddening to want him so completely. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get him out from under her skin.

His fingers unhooked her bra through her thin T-shirt. Hands sliding up her sides, he broke his kiss long enough to strip both garments from her body in one smooth motion. She made a sound of protest in the back of her throat, but it was lost in his mouth as he lowered his head and kissed her senseless again.

He tugged her closer so that her naked br**sts pressed against his chest. His erection brushed against her lower belly, just above the waistband of her low-cut jeans. She tensed and then melted against him. Her arms moved around his hard body to draw him closer, her hands sliding up his smooth back.

He gasped into her mouth. She knew his back was one of his erogenous zones. When her fingers reached his shoulders, she drew her fingernails downward, raking them over his skin. He shuddered violently and tore his mouth from hers. He stared down at her, seeking her willingness. If she didn’t want this to happen, she knew this would be her last chance to say no. This man was a beast in bed. Once he got going, she’d have no opportunity to—