“Uh, how are we supposed to shower?” Trey asked.

Brian rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You can shower, dumbass. Just make sure you wear a condom.”

Jace’s lips brushed the back of Aggie’s ear. Her amused grin faded, and she shuddered, goose bumps rising along her neck and shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered.

Oh, hell yeah.

Aggie took Jace’s hand and tugged him out of the booth behind her.

“You kids keep it down in there,” Trey said. “I don’t think Brian can handle the sounds of two couples getting laid when he gets none.”

“Abstinence is so not my thing,” Brian grumbled.

“I told you I’d help you with that.”

Brian shook his head. “I can help myself just fine, thankyouverymuch.”

Aggie kicked off her shoes in the aisle near the sleeping area. “Which bunk is yours?” she asked Jace.

“Depends on who is in the bedroom. Since it’s Sed, that would be the bottom bunk next to the bathroom.”

She hesitated. “You don’t have your own bunk?”

He shook his head. “There are only four, and we take turns in the bedroom, so I sleep wherever there’s an open bunk.”

She didn’t know why that made her sad, but it did. That familiar need to hug him gripped her.

Before she could embarrass him by locking him in an affectionate stranglehold, he grinned. “Since you’ve been here, I’ve been getting way more than my fair share of the comfortable bed.”

“I’ll say,” Trey said. “You dudes with the steady girlfriends always hog the bedroom.”

At the mention of the bedroom, Aggie’s attention focused on the sounds filtering through the door. Sed and Jessica were not shy about anyone hearing them, that was obvious. Jessica was particularly loud and enthusiastic, but it was Sed’s low growls of appreciation that had heat flooding Aggie’s loins.

Eric pushed Brian out of the booth. He threw his plate into the sink before storming out of the bus.

“What’s eating him?” Brian asked.

“He likes Aggie. And what’s not to like.” Trey winked at her.

“Yeah, and he liked Myrna too,” Brian said, “but he never got so bent out of shape about it.”

“I’ll go talk to him,” Jace said.

Jace was going to talk to him? But what about…? She glanced longingly at the bottom bunk.

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” he murmured into her ear. “Will you wait?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’m pretty turned on right now. I might start without you.”

She’d been teasing, but his little growl of torment set her systems to go. “I’ll hurry.”

He kissed her and headed out of the bus after Eric.

Aggie climbed into the bunk and tugged the curtain shut. She struggled out of her pants and tossed them onto the floor. Her shirt next.

She heard Brian curse under his breath. Poor guy. She couldn’t resist making it worse for him. She slid out of her panties, and after twirling them around outside the curtain, dropped them on her growing pile of discarded clothes.

“Ah God, I can’t take this anymore,” Brian groaned.

When she dropped her bra on the floor, someone ran into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Brian, you should save that for Myrna,” Trey called down the aisle. “Or me,” he added too quietly for Brian to hear, but Aggie heard it.

***

Jace stood outside the bus, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. This roadside park really was in the middle of nowhere. If it were a little warmer, he’d have asked Aggie to lie out under the stars. The brilliant flecks of white stood in stark contrast against the dark sky. A sliver of moon gave shadowy forms to the surrounding trees.

The gravel beside him crunched.

“Eric?”

“Not quite,” Jon muttered and pushed past him to get on the bus.

Jace noticed a strange scent around Jon, but couldn’t identify it. Not marijuana—something more chemical. Maybe he’d been cleaning a toilet.

Jace caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Eric stood leaning against the side of the bus sipping from his flask. The slim, silver container glinted in the limited moonlight.

Jace leaned beside him against the bus. The chill of metal at his back seeped through his T-shirt. He shivered. He missed his leather jacket. “You okay, man?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Eric took a long swallow from his flask and gasped when he drew it away.

“I didn’t think you’d get attached to Aggie. I just thought…” What had he thought? “She’d get more pleasure if you participated. I wanted her to enjoy really great sex. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.”

“I’m not in love with her, if that’s what you think.”

Then what was his problem? Jace tugged on the earring in his right earlobe.

“It’s…” Eric took another long drink. “I want what you have. What Sed has. What Brian has. No one has ever loved me. Not really.”

Jace loved him—in a platonic way. He just wasn’t drunk enough to say it.

“My mother abandoned me when I was four. She gave birth to me, and even she didn’t love me.” Eric scoffed. “You’d think at least her love would be guaranteed.”

Jace considered telling Eric about his mother—how she hadn’t loved her son much either—but he couldn’t find the words. “The guys care about you.” They were family. The only family Jace had. Didn’t Eric see them that way too?

“It’s not the same. I don’t really matter—to anyone.” Eric took a deep breath. “I appreciate that you came out here to cheer me up and shit, but I’ll get over it. Tequila fixes everything.” He attempted a sip, tipping his head way back, and then upended the flask over the ground. “Figures I’d run out of numbing juice this far from civilization.”

“Wanna beer?”

“Nah. I need a few minutes to get my head on straight. Go back to Aggie.” He attempted another sip from his empty flask, sighed, and then tucked it into the inner pocket of his leather vest. “Go on. You’re bothering me.”

Jace hesitated, wanting to make Eric feel better. He knew it was stupid to feel that way, but he didn’t like Eric to be upset. “There’s something you should know about me.”

“I already know that you’re short.” Eric chuckled halfheartedly.