Chapter 29

After a sleepless night, Ronin and I, along with our siblings, headed with our detail to the tour bus pickup.

We had two buses for this trip—one for me and the guys and our security, then the other for Rae, Ciara, Regan and the rest of our team. Ronin and I had suggested to Ciara and Rae that it might be safer to stay at home. They refused, insisting that what we needed right now was family around us. I couldn’t argue with that.

Holls and Brodie were already on board, and Van along with them. Dawson wasn’t traveling with us on the southern leg of the tour because he needed to stay at home with his son, Jaxon. Come July though, Dawson was going to fly out to the west coast to join us.

Regan and Jesse had no further updates to share from last night. Which was both a relief and a concern. On the positive side, no further concerts were cancelled. On the negative, they still had no idea who’d called in that threat. No knowledge of who, or why, or if it might happen again.

Everyone was now strung tighter than my drums. All we could do was trust in our team and keep moving forward.

I stalked to the back end of the bus, shoved one bag in the overhead bin, then placed the backpack with my toiletries and electronics on my upper bunk.

Ronin did the same, but instead of piling his stuff on his bunk, he threw his old backpack on mine, then his favorite bass guitar.

What the hell?

“Keep putting your shit on there and I’ll have no place to sleep,” I muttered, grumpy from tossing and turning all night.

Okay, maybe not tossing. Ronin had wrapped me up in his arms and hadn’t let go. His naked hugs were my new addiction. But still, I was on edge from lack of sleep and worry.

“That’s the whole point,” he snorted. “You’re sleeping in mine from here on out.”

“It’s pretty cramped for the two of us in there.”

“Baby, tight spaces are my favorite,” he teased and leaned down to kiss me.

When his mouth touched mine, I forgot all about sleepless nights and cancelled shows.

“Oh God, am I gonna have to listen to this every day and night for the next month?” Holls grumbled as he walked past us, throwing his bag on the bunk across the aisle from Ronin’s.

“You’ve got headphones, Iain,” Ronin countered. “And considering that me and Faise had to listen to you and Dawson get freaky in the shower last time, I think turnabout is fair play.”

“Freaky? That was nothing. And you call yourself a rockstar?” Holls quipped and gave us a choice finger.

Ronin rolled his eyes, pushed the bunk curtain aside and then pushed me down on the mattress.

I, of course, went willingly.

“At least that funky smell is gone,” I chuckled.

“Not for long. You’re gonna come all over me and these sheets in short order. Then I’ll do the same. I want them so fucking dirty with our cum that I can smell us for days.”

“Jesus, stop talking!” Holls shouted.

I couldn’t contain my laughter. Fuck, that felt good. Laughter was something we desperately needed now.

And Ronin didn’t let Holloway’s complaint stop him. My boyfriend slid down over me, pulling the curtain closed.

“The audio’s about to start, so this is your only warning,” Ronin called out.

“Holls just headed down to the kitchen, but I’m happy to stick around and listen.”

Brodie’s sudden comment had me stifling another laugh. Then I heard Van’s voice, a gruff, “leave them be.”

There were footsteps, and silence after that. Well, not total quiet. I could hear the chatter from the front of the bus. Not that it stopped us.

Once Ronin and I started kissing, the world could have literally crumbled down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Or cared.

Ronin tugged on my jeans, and I sat up. Or I tried to.

I yanked off my t-shirt, but my elbow smacked the wall. “Ow, shit!”

Then Ronin leaned up to do the same and hit his head on the upper bunk.

“We need bigger bunks,” I chuckled as he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. “Or our own bus.”

He paused when he noticed that I’d gone commando. My cock was already hard and aching. He reached for his own jeans, shoving them down his hips, his dick slapping against his stomach.

“Mmm,” Ronin growled. “Seeing you naked in my bunk is my rockstar fantasy come true.”

My man said the most ridiculous things sometimes, but he still charmed me. I shook my head as I reached for him, for the lips that wrecked my control. Every fucking time.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me, baby. I’m a sure thing.”

“I’m serious,” Ronin bit out.

And then, he bit me.

Or rather, my neck, sucking on the skin and marking me. An uncontrollable shiver wracked my body. Why was each time with him better than the last?

“Oh, God.”

“No, just me,” he quipped.

Then his wicked tongue wasted no time, licking a sinful path down my pecs and over to my nipples. I’d never been more grateful to have piercings in my life. He teased one nipple, then the other, until I was a writhing, horny mess.

“Where’s the lube?” I moaned out.

“Under the mattress. But we don’t need it just yet. Lie back and let me suck you off.”

I was down with this plan as he continued to torture my nipples, tugging on my piercings. The fierce pleasure made me cry out so loudly that there was no doubt in my mind that everyone on board heard me. I felt the bus moving, gently rocking us back and forth. It pushed us together and then pulled us apart. Inevitably, like magnets, we held tight to each other.

Ronin slid down the bunk and pushed my knees to my chest. When he swiped at my hole with his hot tongue, I let out another dirty moan.

“Oh fuck, baby. More, please.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Ronin whispered as he shoved his face in my ass. I loved the beard he was rocking and the way the scruff scraped against my sensitive rim. My mouth opened but no words came out. The pleasure was that intense.

“Fuck my face,” Ronin urged. “Don’t hold back.”

I shoved my ass up, wanting more. Wanting it all.

He licked my taint, then sucked on one of my balls, swirling his tongue around the sensitive sac until my eyes rolled back in my head. He gave the other one the same attention, as he gripped the base of my dick in his big hand.

When his tongue licked the head of my cock, my hips reared off the bed, my body wound tighter than his bass strings. And then he sucked me all the way down, deep throating my cock in his warm, talented mouth. So tight, so wet, so fucking good.

My hands were shaking, and I couldn’t hold onto my knees anymore. I let them go and rested my legs over his shoulders, as he continued to tease and torment my cock with long drags of his tongue and a suction that had my climax racing to the finish line.

I gripped his hair, guiding his movements as I pumped my hips, desperate for more. Ronin choked on my dick, gagging, saliva running down around his mouth. But he didn’t stop, he kept licking and sucking, his groans around my dick getting louder. The vibration on my cockhead was amazing. He took me deep into his throat again, devouring me, and my hips pistoned frantically.

“You ready for my cum?” I panted. “It’s all for you. Only for you.”

Ronin moaned and sucked hard. Then he tugged on my balls, and I was gone. Flying.

Everything locked up tight, the pleasure sparking through my body like a shockwave as I came long and hard, a raw moan ripping out of my chest. I shuddered as I released in his mouth, watching my cum slip out around his reddened lips. I was sweating and gasping for air, my heart pounding so fast and wild that it was almost frightening.

I’d had plenty of orgasms and enjoyed lots of head.

But watching Ronin pleasure me was something else. He wasn’t the only who just had his rockstar fantasy come true.

My spent cock slipped from his lips, cum dripping down his chin. He wiped his face and then reached down to his cock with the same hand, tugging hard, jerking off. And watching him using my cum to pleasure himself was so fucking sexy.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “I want your cum all over me.”

He pumped his hand, once, twice, and then his body jolted.

“Faise!”

His loud groan unleashed, along with his cum. All over my cock, my abs, and my chest.

We were both panting for air in this tiny bunk that was now hot as hell. Ronin wiped my skin with his t-shirt, tossed it who knows where, and dropped down beside me, pulling me in tight.

I swore I heard what sounded like someone clapping, but I was too tired to open the curtain and find out.

I woke up a few hours later, stuck to Ronin, sweaty and hot. No complaints.

And yeah, the bunk smelled like our sex.

When I reached over and pushed aside the curtain, the bus was dark. Everyone was probably asleep. Finally. No one had slept last night.

I glanced at my watch. We’d slept for six hours. Hell, we were more than halfway to Florida by now.

“Come here,” Ronin whispered, pulling me back down over him.

Despite the darkness, I found his lips and gave him a languid kiss. Kisses that were life to me. I don’t know if I’d ever get used to the way his mouth felt on mine.

One of his hands slid up to cup my neck, the other, my ass, bringing me closer. No space between us. There was no escaping and that was fine by me.

Until Ronin’s stomach rumbled, interrupting our sexy moment.

“Time for dinner, big guy,” I teased.

He pinched my ass, and hauled me in tighter, mauling my lips, refusing to let go.

Another loud growl echoed in the bunk, and I couldn’t help the rumble of laughter that bubbled up out of me. Ronin slapped my ass in retaliation.

“Okay, it’s your responsibility as my boyfriend to feed me.”

“But I already did,” I quipped, running one finger around his swollen lips, remembering every sight and sound as I came in his mouth.

He playfully licked my finger, then bit down gently.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah, me feeding Ronin. The memory was so hot, my dick hardened painfully.

“You sure as fuck did,” Ronin whispered. “But now your man needs real food. Cook for me.”

“Are you going to be this demanding every day of our tour?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah,” he squeezed my ass. “Fucking, food, show, shower, sleep. Repeat.”

“I thought you wanted me to walk around smelling like your cum?”

“Don’t worry, after we eat, I’ll get you good and dirty again.”

“I heard that!” Holloway yelled out from across the hallway.

Ronin and I tumbled out of our bunk.

But only a good while later.