Sinners On Tour 02 Rock Hard (35 page)

When he entered the studio about thirty minutes later—he and Jessica had gotten a
bit
carried away in their good-bye kisses—Eric greeted him.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to show up.” He nodded at the dry erase board in Sed’s hand. “What’s that for?”

Talking
, he wrote.

“You don’t need to talk to play violin.”

Eric picked up a case from the floor and opened it. A jet black electric violin sat nestled in its confines.

“I’m not—” Sed’s throat protested and he winced. He switched to writing again.
I’m not playing violin, Eric. Forget it.

“You know it’s all the screaming you do that destroyed your throat.”

“So?” he croaked. Some lackey thrust a bottle of water into his hand. He opened it and took a soothing/painful swallow. He was really wishing he’d stayed in bed with a supply of Popsicles and his personal nurse beside him.

“We need something to replace it.”

Sed blinked twice—no.

“Temporarily, at least. Even if you can sing, you know you’re not going to be able to scream for a while. And I know you don’t want to be the reason we have to cancel a bunch more shows.”

Did everyone know how to manipulate him? First Jess. Now Eric.

Eric’s slim black brows arched over his piercing blue eyes. “Try it?”

Fine.

Sed lifted a hand to block the sparkling white gleam produced by Eric’s wide smile, the gloater.

“Here,” Eric said, thrusting a stack of music at Sed. “I was up all night finding the exact pitch for every scream in our set.”

Every
scream? That must have taken him hours. Sed nodded in appreciation, looking over the pages of music and the new additions to their songs in red ink. Well, at least he had something to do while the rest of them recorded. He’d need a lot of practice to pull this off onstage in a week. He’d kind of forgotten to mention that his violin playing sounded like distorted saw blades wrenching through scrap metal.

Brian poked his head out of the recording booth and beckoned Sed over with a wave. When Eric tried to follow Sed into the booth, Brian shoved him out and closed the door.

“Trey and I got to talking last night and we think you should propose to Jessica this Saturday onstage in San Francisco. During the break, you can sing that song you wrote for her. Trey and I have some great acoustic guitar music worked out for it.”

Sed scratched his head in confusion. Why was Brian so insistent on him proposing to Jessica?

I do want to sing her the song, but why do I need to do it onstage?

Brian read the message and smiled. “She’ll love it. Remember how happy she was the first time you proposed publicly? And you didn’t even sing to her that time.”

“Come on, Sed,” Trey said, leaning against the door to keep Eric, who was banging into it repeatedly outside the booth.

I’ll think about it.
The “slip the ring on her finger while she wasn’t looking” idea was still his favorite option.

“Well, don’t take too long to decide. We’ve only got a week to prepare.”

Yeah, okay, whatever.

“
Yeah
?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” Sed rasped, his annoyance level increasing enough to prompt speech. Why had he refused pain meds again? It’s not like he’d fall into Trey’s pattern of addiction. And he could really use a reprieve from this agony.

“Don’t mention it to Eric,” Brian whispered. “You know he can’t keep a secret.”

Sed nodded. That was true.

“Will you just let me in?” Eric yelled.

Trey moved away from the door and Eric burst into the booth.

“Oh,” Trey said, “were you trying to get in?”

“What are you guys doing in here?” Eric asked suspiciously.

“Nothing that you need to worry about,” Brian said with a wicked smile.

Even though Sed’s doctor had given him the okay to talk normally and to sing at Sinners’ concert the next night, Jessica insisted he keep writing on his dry erase board to save his voice for the concert. His throat was perfectly fine. Mostly.

They were in the car on their way to her surprise destination and she was still threatening him with canceling their trip. He continued to obey her, but once they were there, all bets were off. He was tired of writing on this stupid fucking board.

Where are we going?
Sed wrote on the board.

“It’s a surprise.”

Fifteen minutes later they pulled into the unfamiliar driveway of a vast estate. At the gate, she gave both their names. The gate swung open and she drove up the lane.

What are we doing here?

She was too busy finding her way to the airstrip behind the modern-styled mansion to read his message.

“Jess?” he grabbed her arm.

“Relax, sweetheart. Flying will get us there faster.”

“Flying?”

“Shh. Dare said we could borrow his jet. And his pilot. Good thing. I don’t know how to fly. Do you?”

“His jet?”

“Well, it actually belongs to Exodus End, but they park it on Dare’s airstrip. Since they’re touring by bus this month, it’s not getting much airtime. He said we could use it.”

“Since when does Dare have an airstrip?”

“I dunno. Jace suggested it.”

“Jace?” Had Jessica ever even spoken to Jace?

“Yes, Jace. Apparently, Jace and Dare are pretty close friends. And your band mates have some kind of bet going. I’m not sure where Dare fits into their scheme.”

Sed’s brow furrowed.
Bet?
“What bet?”

She grinned. “Like I’d tell you that. I wouldn’t want Brian and Trey to win.” She winked at him and parked the car near the hangar. A black jet with Exodus End’s band logo painted on the side awaited their arrival. What in the hell was his woman up to?

***

Jessica sat in the beige leather airplane seat and stowed her purse under her feet. She knew she was gawking, but couldn’t help it. The six luxurious seats in the cabin were arranged so that each pair faced its partner. There was a sofa. A wide screen TV. Was that a wet bar? Her gaze darted from one extravagance to the next.

Sed took the seat across from her and fastened his seat belt. The pilot, dressed in ripped black jeans and an Exodus End T-shirt, looked less like a pilot and more like a roadie. Or a fan. He wandered through the cabin to speak to them. “It’s a short flight. We should be there in less than an hour and a half. The rest-room is aft.” He grinned at their clueless expressions. “Meaning to the back.”

Jessica spotted a door in a gleaming wood panel at the back of the plane.

“The galley is only partially stocked,” the pilot continued, “but there’s beer in the fridge. Maybe some pretzels and nuts in the cabinet. I dunno.”

“Ice?” Sed asked hoarsely.

Jessica scowled. She still didn’t think his voice was up to doing an entire live show. He should be in bed. Resting. Not gallivanting around San Francisco so she could surprise him with some over-the-top marriage proposal.

“Yeah, there’s crushed ice in the freezer. Dude, I heard about what happened to you onstage last week. Is your voice okay?”

Sed nodded resolutely.

“I’ll get you some ice.” Jessica stood and moved to the galley area near the front of the jet. It had marble countertops, for crying out loud. Apparently, Exodus End was doing very well. Jessica dispensed some ice chips into a clear plastic cup, which had their band logo on the side (for crying out loud), and returned to Sed’s side.

He smiled in gratitude when she handed him the cup, and then he shook some ice into his mouth. His eyes drifted closed in bliss.

Poor baby.

“…so they decided if they’re going to tour the world next year, they might as well buy a jet. Plus Dare is dating some chick in Hawaii. Like there aren’t enough gorgeous women in California for him to bone. So we’re in the air whenever he stops by home and Max keeps getting pissed off ’cause Dare’s using the jet for his personal entertainment,” the roadie/pilot jabbered. “I never thought I’d be flying a jet for Exodus End. And now for
the
Sed Lionheart. Fuckin’ sweet!”

“Is Max going to be pissed that Dare let us borrow the band’s jet?” Jessica asked. It felt kind of strange talking about the lead singer of Exodus End like she knew him. She didn’t. Like most people on the planet she knew
of
Maximilian Richardson, but that wasn’t the same thing.

“Dare won’t give a shit. It’s Dare.” The pilot spread his arms wide as if that explained everything. He burst into laughter, which eventually ended in a snort. “Besides, vocalists and lead guitarists always butt heads. It’s some unspoken rule. I think it has something to do with their enormous egos.” The guy’s eyes widened and he glanced down at Sed. “I didn’t mean you and Sinclair.”

Sed shrugged and shook more ice into his mouth. “We butt heads on occasion.”

The dude checked his watch. “Time to hit the road, or the sky, I suppose,” he said. “Where the fuck is Jordan? You can’t fly a plane without a pilot.”

“I thought you were our pilot,” Jessica said.

“Copilot. I don’t have enough flight hours. No worries. Jordan is awesome. She used to fly a Harrier in the Royal Navy.”

She
used to fly a Harrier?

An attractive blonde dressed like a pilot (thank God) in a trim blue skirt suit and doofusey pill-shaped hat entered the plane and poked the copilot in the shoulder. “Did you do the safety check, Lee?” She spoke with a strong British accent.

“Yep, this bird is ready to fly.”

“Good.” Her eyes met Sed’s and then Jessica’s. Her brusqueness vanished as she smiled warmly. “Sit back and relax, friends. We’ll have you to your destination shortly.”

Jordan turned and strode to the cockpit at the front of the plane. Jessica returned to her seat and fastened her seat belt.

“I’ll close off the cockpit and give you two a little privacy.” Lee winked at Sed and offered his palm for five. “Mile high club, baby.”

Sed indulged the guy by slapping his hand and then shook more ice into his mouth.

“You’ll need to keep your seat belts fastened during takeoff,” Lee informed them and then headed for the cockpit. He slid a wooden panel shut, sealing the cabin from the front of the plane.

“Is the ice helping?” Jessica asked Sed.

He blinked.

“Are you up for this?”

He checked his crotch, adjusting his jeans to allow room for expansion. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be all the way up.”

She shook her head at him. “I meant this day trip. You should probably be resting up for your concert tomorrow. I feel guilty.”

“You feel guilty for fulfilling all my fantasies?”

“Yes. Please rest your voice.”

He picked up his dry erase board.
U R 2 far away.

She stretched out one leg and could just reach his toes. “I agree.”

The engines roared to life at the back of the plane.

Sofa?
he wrote and cocked his head toward the sofa.

She didn’t know if it was the safest place to be during a takeoff, but it had seat belts, so it must be okay. She unfastened her seat belt and darted across the aisle just as the plane began to taxi. She secured herself to the sofa and Sed settled beside her, his cup of ice in one hand, dry erase board in the other. She fastened his seat belt for him and snuggled up against his side, finding his solid warmth comforting, yet unsettling. He set his board aside and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Yes, this was much better. She wondered if Jace and Eric were on their way to the Golden Gate Bridge yet. A flutter of nerves danced through her belly. She mustn’t let herself think about what was in the works for sunset. She and Sed still had an entire day to enjoy together and she refused to be distracted by something that wouldn’t take place for another ten hours.

Oh, who was she kidding? She was a wreck. What if Sed wasn’t ready to get engaged again?

“Please make sure your cell phone is turned off through the entire duration of the flight,” Jordan announced over the intercom.

Sed dug his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, then pointed to the screen, showing Jessica that he had a message.

“It will wait until we get to San Francisco.”

So that’s where we’re going,
Sed wrote.

Sed turned off his phone, shoved it back into his pocket, and drew her closer. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth cold from the ice. She clung to his collarbone, her entire body hot from the man.

Before the plane even left the ground, he had her dress half off and her senses fully ignited. She checked to make sure the door concealing the cockpit was still closed and then unfastened his pants. As promised, he was all the way up.

“I’ve never done it on a plane,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes glassy with excitement, his face flushed.

“Until now.”

Her fingers trailed lightly down the length of his cock. He sucked a breath between his teeth.

“Tell us to take off our seat belts,” he chanted. “Tell us to take off our seat belts.”

Jessica continued to tease him while his hand kneaded one bare breast gently. His fingertips plucked at her nipple. More kneading. More plucking. Not nearly enough fucking. She groaned.

“Ah God, Sed, hurry. I need you.” She grabbed his cock to show him how much.

“Jess. Jess.”

As the plane gained altitude, her ears popped. The plane dipped as they hit a pocket of turbulence.

“Hold tight, folks,” the pilot said over the intercom, “and please remain seated through this rough patch here.”

Sed’s hand moved to Jessica’s other breast. He tossed more ice chips in his mouth and sucked a cool trail along the side of her neck.

His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and it had nothing to do with the miracle of flight.

“Ah God, Sed, I can’t stand it.”

“We are now at cruising altitude,” Jordan said over the intercom, “feel free to move about the cabin…” The rest of her words didn’t register.

Sed released both their seat belts, flattened Jessica on her back upon the sofa, and plunged into her body with a groan of torment. Jessica cried out as her body strained against his, taking its pleasure instantly in a deep, pulsating orgasm. His hard, quick strokes carried him to join her seconds later. He held her hips while he erupted inside her, his cock buried as deeply as possible, his face contorted in ecstasy. He took a gasping breath and collapsed on top of her, cradling her body in his arms.

He chuckled, his body quaking above her. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you had me that worked up.”

She cupped his face to get him to look at her. “I liked it. It was exciting.” As she stared into his sky blue eyes, she knew he never got that worked up over any other woman. Just her.

“You want to try again?”

“Many, many times,” she said, “but later. While we’re sightseeing.”

His cock twitched inside her. “If I didn’t already love you, Jessica Chase, I’d fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day.”

She kissed him, emotions stealing her breath. She gazed up at him, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can be so sweet sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes. “That secret dies with you. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

He grinned, both dimples making an appearance. “So what are we going to do today in San Francisco?”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What aren’t we going to do?”