Aggie tumbled off the couch, still laughing. She lay on the floor on her back, holding her midsection with both hands as she tried to catch her breath. “Stop. Stop, I’m gonna throw up.” “Now look what you did to Aggie, Eric,” Brian said with a grin. “She’s damaged goods.” “She looks healthy to me,” Trey murmured, looking down at her from his perch on the arm of the sofa. “Mmmmm, incredibly healthy. Of course, I could be mistaken. We could go play doctor for a couple hours. I’ll examine you thoroughly to make sure.” “Help me up.” She extended her hand in the air, and Jace knocked Trey’s hand out of the way to help her to her feet. She forced herself not to hug him when she noticed the twinges of jealousy sparking in his deep brown eyes just before he lowered his gaze to the floor. She knew he didn’t like public displays of affection, but it was so hard to keep her hands to herself. The guys always seemed to be around. “Do you need your bandages changed?” she asked hopefully. If she g
Aggie clutched the gold-painted plastic heart between her br**sts and blinked back tears. “I had no idea you felt that way, Mom,” she said, her voice hitching. “You’re always saying how much you want to get me out of the club. I thought…” I thought you hated me. “So will you train me to hit men?” Aggie laughed. “Not a chance.” “Why not?” “I’ve specialized. If you really want to do this, you need to be trained by someone who’s good at everything.” “Sounds hard.” “It is hard.” “Speaking of hard. You should have seen how hard Gary got when—” “Don’t say it!” Aggie felt her face flush. She didn’t know she was still capable of blushing. A gray-haired woman entered the room and fixed herself a cup of coffee. She smiled sweetly at Aggie, who returned her smile and turned to face the other direction. “I can’t talk about this right now, Mom. I’m at the hospital with Jace.” “I thought he was out of the hospital.” “He’s back in. I can’t get him to rest.” “Is that why you fell for him?
“You need that release, Jace. It’s the fifteen seconds out of the day that you actually let go of everything. I want that for you.”“I need the pain more.”“I don’t believe you. Besides, watching you jack off is really turning me on.”He glanced at her over his shoulder again, his brows lifted. “It is?”“Oh yeah.” She peeled her red T-shirt off and then tossed her bra aside. “I want you to come on my tits, baby. Do you see how hard my ni**les are?”He saw them, all right—wanted those taut tips against his tongue. She tapped his ass with the belt again.“Keep going. Stroke it until you come.”He kept going. Mostly because she wanted him to, but a part of him liked the pleasure blended with the pain, liked that it made her hot—couldn’t get enough. He wondered why it had never occurred to him to jack off while someone hit him. Stroking himself as vigorously as he was, it didn’t take him long to find his peak. When he shuddered and gasped, Aggie turned him around, dropped to her knees in
“You don’t mind him watching?” Jace asked.“You knew he was there?”“I’m not that groggy in the morning.” His grin widened, and his hand slipped down her belly.“I think it will be sexy. I want him to watch.”“Me too,” he murmured.She rolled over in his arms and brushed her fingers through his hair. He hadn’t been putting gel in it recently, and she loved its silky texture beneath her palms and between her thighs.She kissed him and directed his hand between her legs. “I never got to come last night,” she whispered. “I want your mouth right here.” She squeezed his hand against her mound.“I think I can handle that.”He slipped her panties from her body. He surprised her by rolling onto his back. When she crinkled her brow at him in confusion, he grinned and said, “Come up here, baby. Sit on my face.”She climbed from the covers and moved up his body to straddle his face. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted his head to suckle her clit.“Wow,” she gasped.He suckled every
“Okay, ready when you are,” Eric said.Aggie laughed. She felt the head of Jace’s c**k touch the rim of her pu**y, and her laugh became a groan of torment.“Slow,” Eric coaxed. “Slide it in real slow.”Jace slid it in real slow. Aggie watched Eric’s c**k jerk excitedly in response.“God, look at it stretch and swallow you. And she smells so good.”Eric lifted his hands to rub his fingers up and down her belly. Aggie shuddered.“Deep, Jace. Take her deep.”Jace was already fully inserted, but he ground against her to drive himself deeper.“Give her pleasure, Eric, or you’re leaving,” Jace said.Eric’s fingers found her ni**les and stroked them persistently.“Does that feel good, Aggie?” Jace asked.“Y-yes,” she gasped, grinding her hips to stimulate herself on Jace’s cock. She pulled forward and then rocked back to bury him deep again.“I think she wants you to f**k her, Jace.”“Yes.” She groaned. “I want it.”Eric’s c**k lengthened and thickened as Jace began to move. Jace’s finger sl
He laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I was just a dumb kid. I must have misunderstood.” He peeled her off his body and stood. He’d lock himself in the men’s room for a while until he got himself under control. Surely she wouldn’t follow him there.Aggie shoved him back down on the bench. His back hit the fall board covering the piano keys, and pain snaked through the healing wound in his shoulder. She straddled his lap, facing him, and grabbed his chin in one hand. She had that cold, dominatrix look in her eyes. It effectively got his attention.“You’re not going to get out of this that easily. You can pretend to be mad at me, but it won’t get me off your case.”“Who’s pretending?”“You are. Tell me what your mother said that hurt you so deeply.”“I’m not hurt.”“You are hurt, you dummy, and that pain won’t ever go away unless you let it go. I want to help you, but I don’t know what I’m up against, Jace. Talk to me. Tell me.”“Maybe I don’t want it to go away. Maybe I like it. You’re the one w
“Why not?”“She was my mother.”“Yes, she was, but she was also a person. A person who hurt you. I don’t like it when people hurt those I love.”“Need to inflict all the pain yourself? Is that it?”She slapped his ass with the paddle, and he groaned, his head tilting back.“I don’t hurt you the way she did,” Aggie said.“But you’re trying to.”“No, I—”“Do you think I’m stupid, Aggie? That I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You think I’m broken. You think you can fix me. All that ‘I love you’ bullshit doesn’t mean a damned thing, does it? You don’t love me. Not the real me. You love who you think you can make me.”“That’s not true.”“Yeah, it is. Unfasten the cuffs. I’m done.”So that was his game. She wasn’t going to release him—no matter how unaffected he pretended to be.“I’m not. Not even close to done.” She tossed the paddle aside and caressed his skin with her hands and her lips. Touched him. Kissed him with the same tenderness he frequently showed her.After several minutes
Jace glanced at Aggie, who was wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, and then headed across the stage. The crowd cheered as he approached center stage. Sed wrapped an arm around Jace’s shoulders and spoke into his microphone. “He looks pretty good for a dead man, don’t you think?” He paused while the crowd responded with excited screams and yells. “Say hello to the fans.” Sed held the microphone to Jace’s mouth.His heart thudded, and heat flooded his face. “Hello to the fans.”Sed chuckled. “Do you think you can muster the strength to play something later in the show?”“I think that can be arranged.”Jace was stunned by the crowd’s enthusiasm.“Did you really get shot, Jace?” an excessively loud fan yelled from behind the barrier fence in front of the stage.Sed promptly spun Jace around and pulled his shirt up to reveal the large bandage on his right shoulder. “He got shot f**kin’ twice, dude. Brutal, huh? He doesn’t look it, but he’s a tough little shit. If it were me, I’d be flat o