Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (10 page)

She could think of only one person who would have the know-how, much less the motivation, to do something like that. Marcus. She was so pissed her vision blurred with tears. Had it been possible to shoot forty-foot plumes of fire from her nostrils, she’d have done a very good impression of a fire-breathing dragon. Someone stepped up behind her, and she whipped around to confront the person stupid enough to enter her personal space. She opened her mouth to yell, but snapped her jaws shut when she recognized Eric. No sense in taking it out on him. She blocked Eric’s stunned expression by turning back to her soundboard.

“I brought you a beer,” he said.

“I think I’m going to need something stronger than beer,” she bellowed.

He handed her a silver flask. She took a swig of tequila that singed her nose hairs. Maybe she was breathing fire after all. She shoved the flask in his direction, and he took it from her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Someone deleted the program for ‘Sever.’ The one I
just
perfected after hours of work. My work. The band’s work. Argh!”

“Someone deleted it? Why would someone delete it? Maybe you’ve just misplaced it.”

The look she gave him over her shoulder made him take a step back.

“Okay, scratch that. Is there a way to recover it?”

“Maybe.” She did have some experience in computer hacking. She wasn’t sure if it was enough. Eric stood watching the tiny monitor as she keyed in DOS codes. She found the file. Deleted. About an hour before. When she’d been backstage.

“You see,” she spat. “Someone purposely deleted it about an hour ago.”

“That’s when we were eating dinner.”

“Well, most of us were. Who was missing?”

Eric shook his head. “No one that I remember.”

She couldn’t remember if anyone had been missing from the crew either. She hadn’t been paying close attention. “I know it was Marcus. I know it was.”

“But he was backstage with us the entire time. I saw him.”

In her gut, she knew it had been him, but she was sure Eric wouldn’t lie about seeing Marcus backstage. Eric didn’t lie about anything.

“Can you recover the file?” he asked.

“Yeah. It will be damaged and I’ll have to do some repair, but I think I remember the program and can fill in the missing code.”

She had worked up a sweat by the time she was satisfied that the file was not corrupted and would work as it was supposed to when the time came for Sinners to play the song.

“Got it?” Eric asked. He’d stood there patiently the entire time, tolerating her swearing tirade without protest.

“Yeah. I’m not moving from this spot until the concert is over,” she said.

Eric turned her to face him and brushed her hair from her face. “I was already impressed with your work this morning when you set up the sound equipment. Now I’m utterly amazed.”

He sought her lips and kissed her deeply.

“You’re incredible,” he said into her mouth. He drew her closer. Kissed her more deeply, stroking her tongue with his and sucking her lips with tender abandon. His hand cupped her breast and squeezed. This was totally the wrong place, but she wanted him fiercely. And she wanted to be straight with him. To tell him about herself. If he was going to keep coming back for more, she felt she owed it to him.

“Eric,” she gasped and pulled away. He bent to nibble on her earlobe. She shuddered violently, her fingers digging into his hard chest. “Eric, not here.”

“This is what I want to do to your clit right now,” he whispered. He sucked on her earlobe and stroked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh God,” she panted, her clit swelling in response.

“And your pussy.” His tongue dipped into her ear.

Her pussy pulsed in response. “I need…”
Oh, wow.
“I need to tell you.”

“Tell me?” The husky timbre of his voice had swollen, pulsing parts throbbing incessantly.

She nodded, still clinging to him and not really wanting him to stop his glorious assault on her ear, though he really should. They were standing in the middle of a stadium making out on a soundboard.

“About my s-sexual problem,” she said.

“I don’t see any problem. I sure as hell don’t feel a problem.”

“L-listen. O-okay?” On the verge of tears, she took a deep shuddering breath. “T-this is h-hard for me.” Damn it. Why did she always stutter when she was upset? She hated it.

Eric stopped and gazed into her eyes. She really did feel like she could tell him anything. They’d known each other for less than two days, and yet…

“I have cancer,” she blurted.

The blood drained from his face, and he swayed against her. “What?”

“I’m in remission now. Maybe it won’t come back. Maybe it will. I can’t know for sure.”

“I think I need to sit down.”

She pressed on. “I went t-through treatment. I’m not sick anymore. I fought it. I won. But…”

“Are you going to die?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“No. No! That’s not why I’m telling you this. I’m fine. Really. I… The reason…” She took a deep breath and forced herself to push on. “I don’t feel comfortable having sex because… I’m missing things. Inside.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I had a hysterectomy.”

“To save you from cancer?”

“Y-yes.”

He hugged her until she feared her ribs would crack. “Good.”

Good? There was nothing good about it. “I can never have children.”

“So? As long as you’re here, who cares about that stuff?”

A tear slipped down her cheek. She had to tell him all of it, because she knew for certainty that she wanted him—Eric—in her life. “It feels weird inside. For a guy, I mean. Isaac said…”

“Who’s Isaac?”

“My boyfriend.
Ex
-boyfriend,” she clarified quickly. “He wanted me to marry him, but I made him wait to propose until the cancer was gone. He stayed by my side the entire time. Through the treatments and the surgery. The radiation and the healing process. He waited for me to get better, and then afterward, when we tried to, you know…” She blushed. Talking about ex-boyfriend sex with your hopefully new boyfriend was beyond weird.

“Do the horizontal mamba.”

She laughed. “Yeah.”

“But it was horrible, right?” he asked hopefully.

“Appalling,” she said truthfully. “He said it felt weird when he was inside. It was so unsettling for him that he couldn’t even keep an erection. He said he couldn’t bring himself to do it with me anymore. Ever again.”

“Well, he’s obviously a limp dick and a moron.”

“Actually, he’s a doctor.”

“Doctors can be limp-dicked morons.”

She laughed and hugged him. “Sometimes. They told me I was going to die, and I didn’t. Anyway, Isaac wanted a family and I can’t give him that, so we broke up and he left. It was for the best, I suppose. But it still hurt that he found me so unappealing. I didn’t think I’d ever want to have sex again after that.”

He rubbed her back and held her for a long moment. His strength was so comforting, her eyes drifted shut and she melted into him.

“So you can’t get pregnant?” he asked, a soothing hand on her hair.

She shook her head. “I’m not supposed to have much of a sex drive either, but you definitely have my thoughts for sex in drive.”

“You have my thoughts for sex in warp drive,” he murmured.

“Even now that you know about… m-my deformity?”

“When you’re ready, I’d like to feel if it’s weird for myself. Like everything else about you, I have no doubt that being inside you will be perfect.”

She sniffed, trying to keep the tears in check, but they fell anyway. “Thank you,” she whispered, “even if you don’t really mean it.”

He pressed her head against his thudding heart. “Have you ever known me to lie?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Well, there you have it. Just let me know when you’re ready. You know I’m willing and able. My dick is
never
limp.”

She laughed and lifted her head to look at him. “You promise not to lie if it feels weird? I don’t want you to lie about that either. Even to save my feelings.”

“I promise.”

And when he kissed her with incomparable tenderness, she knew he was the one to make her feel whole again.

After the concert—which had been utterly phenomenal—Eric ducked behind the low, tiled wall in the shower room and peeked at Rebekah. She glanced at him briefly and winked before she turned her back and started to remove her clothes. She’d found him backstage after the show and asked if he really wanted to watch her in the shower. Well, duh, of course he did. She told him she wanted to pretend she didn’t know he was there until he couldn’t keep his hands off her and had to join her. She didn’t really need to instruct him on what she wanted him to do. That’s exactly how he would have responded to watching her shower.

Rebekah pulled her T-shirt over her head. She looked so sexy in her lacy white bra and blue jeans. Eric licked his lip and tried to keep his excitement contained. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them slowly down her thighs. She wriggled her hips as she bent at the waist to release one leg from her pants and then the other. She folded her clothes and put them on a bench, before reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Eric held his breath, waiting for a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Would her nipples be hard? Would it excite her to know he was watching? She kept her back to him when she removed her bra. She was so good at pretending he wasn’t there, he could almost believe that she was unaware of his presence.

She turned slightly, and he caught a brief glimpse of one pert breast and her flat belly. She twisted her shoulder-length hair and clipped it to the back of her head. Every movement was mesmerizing. Exposing her neck like that? Somewhat cruel. Her panties joined her pile of clothes on the bench, and then she approached one of the heads in the community shower. When the first blast of water struck her skin, she emitted a shriek of surprise. “C-cold!” She danced away from the water, and Eric chuckled.

She paused and turned in his direction. “Is someone there?”

Well, duh, she knew he was there, but he ducked behind the wall and pretended to hide.

“Guess not.” She reentered the stream of steaming water and sighed in contentment. She had one of those poofy things to spread liquid soap lather over her body. She dumped a healthy amount of soap on her poof and drew it slowly over her skin. Her arms. Her breasts. Her belly. Her breasts again. Transfixed, Eric watched, his hand pressed against his already bulging fly. He had to practice making himself last so she would teach him lessons on a regular basis. No matter how much he wanted to pull his throbbing cock free and stroke it while she soaped her body, he wouldn’t. Not yet.
Must. Maintain. Control.

Damn, she sure didn’t make it easy.

Rebekah turned her back and bent to wash her shapely legs. He strained his neck to see the mysteries between her thighs. Still bending forward, she spread her labia with one hand and soaped her tender flesh with her poof. He could see everything, and though he knew no woman washed herself like that unless she wanted someone to see what she had to offer, it didn’t make it any less sexy.

Eric unfastened his pants and slid his hand into his underwear. He tugged his cock free and ran his hand gently up and down its length. What he really wanted was to plunge into the slick hole that Rebekah was washing quite thoroughly. He prayed she was ready for his possession soon. He wanted her more now that she’d told him about her problems than he’d ever wanted anyone. That she trusted him with such personal information meant the world to him.

Masses of suds gathered at her mound and dripped down both thighs. Eric wished that white froth was his cum. Wished that finger she’d slipped inside her pussy was his cock. Wished—

“Are you really standing here jerking it?” Trey said. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His fantasy shattered, Eric scowled and forced his cock into his pants. “Go away.”

“She knows you’re watching her.”

“Yeah. So?”

“If you’re too lame to accept that open invitation, I’ll have to crash her party in your place.”

Eric reached to grab Trey’s shirt, but Trey was already striding toward Rebekah with a sexual confidence Eric knew he’d never match. Trey kicked off his shoes and socks and peeled his T-shirt over his head. He joined Rebekah in the shower still wearing his jeans.

Rebekah gasped in surprise and turned to look at him. “Trey?”

His arms slid around her back, and he drew her against his length, her breasts pressed against his naked chest. “You look lonely,” he murmured. And then he kissed her. That son of a bitch.

Normally, when Eric watched one of his bandmates engage with a woman, it excited him. But watching Trey kiss Rebekah didn’t excite him. It pissed him off. He was stalking toward them before he knew what he was doing. He grabbed Trey’s arm and yanked him away from Rebekah’s submissive form. What the fuck? After she’d opened her heart to him, she still wanted Trey?

“Get your goddamned hands off her,” Eric said.

With an impish gleam in his eye, Trey grinned at him crookedly. “Why should I?”

“Because I don’t want you to touch her. If you touch her again, I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

Eric’s hands balled into fists. “I’ll kick your ass.”

“I don’t mind if he kisses me,” Rebekah said.

Eric felt as if someone had taken a branding iron to his heart.

“But Eric and I have a deal,” she added.

“A deal?” Trey questioned.

“So if he doesn’t want me to kiss you, or touch you—” Rebekah ran a hand down Trey’s belly and over the bulge in his jeans, “—or suck your cock while he watches, then I won’t.”

Eric faltered between being really pissed off at Trey for infringing on what he already considered his territory, and being really turned on by the thought of Rebekah on her knees sucking his cock in the shower. Not Trey’s cock. His.

“I’d rather Trey leave and you kiss me. Touch me. Suck…”

“You?”

He nodded.

She grinned. “No can do. Your next lesson isn’t until tomorrow.”

“Lesson?” Trey questioned. He was still holding her loosely. Water from the shower poured between their naked torsos.

“Part of our agreement,” Rebekah said. “Sorry, Trey. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Eric stifled a relieved sigh. He would rather her have ask Trey to leave because she wasn’t interested in him, but Eric would take what he could get.

“Since when would you rather participate than watch?” Trey asked Eric.

“I still like to watch. Just not with you,” Eric said. “Or anyone else for that matter.”

Trey surprised him by smiling. “Good. My work here is finished.” He released Rebekah and sloshed out of the shower in his wet jeans. “Make me proud, buddy.”

Huh?

Trey retrieved his discarded clothes and shoes and left the locker room.

“Where were we?” Rebekah asked.

“I believe you were washing yourself, and I was touching myself.”

“You were touching yourself?”

Her hand slid into the front of his jeans and brushed against his cock. His underwear separated their skin, but that didn’t stop him from drawing a breath through his teeth.

“Show me, Eric. I want to see.”

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself with her this close, he went to the bench where she’d stowed her clothes and sat down. “Make me want you, Rebekah,” Eric murmured.

“How?”

“You really don’t have to do anything but stand there.”

So she stood there, hands on both hips, water coursing over her gorgeous body, and it was more than enough to make him want her.

“Take your clothes off,” she said. “I want to see all of you.”

She approached him and pulled his sweaty T-shirt over his head. If anyone needed a shower after a live show, it was him.

“Now your pants,” she said, her fingertips trailing down one side of his chest to his rib cage. She snagged his nipple ring on the way down and tugged it just hard enough to make his belly tighten.

Eric kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips from the bench to remove his jeans and underwear.

She leaned over him, her fingertips skimming the length of his cock. His entire body jerked at her attention. “I know I said you weren’t going to get lesson two until tomorrow, but I’m going to be proven a liar. I am so going to suck your cock tonight. Probably more than once. I want your cum in my mouth. To taste it. To feel it hit the back of my throat. To swallow it.”

He groaned.

“Do you want that?”

He nodded.

She glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a lock on that door?”

Her words took awhile to register. Her close proximity and promises of coming in her mouth had all rational thought scattered with the wind.

“I’ll go check,” he said finally. He forced himself from the bench and staggered toward the door. It did have a deadbolt. After he locked it, he turned to find Rebekah back in the shower soaping her beautiful breasts. He watched her from across the room, completely transfixed by her motions and the way she pretended he wasn’t there. She was so perfect for him. Everything about her. Perfect. He’d never believed one person was tailor-made specifically for him until now. He was starting to think like Brian von Romantic de Retard. Pretty lame. Yet so totally not. Now that he knew what it felt like, it wasn’t lame at all. Eric approached the low wall slowly, never taking his eyes off Rebekah. He stood there for several minutes, watching her pluck her nipples impatiently until he couldn’t stand it and went to join her.

Rebekah gasped, as if surprised by Eric’s presence, and covered her soapy, wet breasts with her hands. “Oh, monsieur,” she said in a poor attempt at a French accent. “I apologize for my trespass in your private bathroom. How long have you been watching me enjoy the flow of water?”

“Far too long. I couldn’t stay away another minute.”

“I pray you will not punish me too harshly, monsieur. How will I ever escape such a devilishly handsome rake?”

Eric hesitated. “
Rake?
Like for leaves and junk?”

Rebekah tossed her head back and laughed until Eric thought she would pass out from lack of air. When she finally stopped howling with laughter, she wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped her teasing French accent. “I thought we could play one of those pretend games we talked about,” she whispered.

He instantly imagined her in a slutty nurse outfit in his mind’s eye. She could test his reflexes all night long as far as he was concerned. “Will this require thinking on my part? I’m way too turned on to think right now.”

“Well then, my handsome, devilish rake—meaning scoundrel, not leaf-gathering tool—maybe you should demand certain
favors
in return for this innocent young maiden’s safe release. She was trespassing in your private bathroom, after all. The least she can do is please you.”

“That’s pretty sleazy, even for me,” Eric said.

“It’s a game. Just go with it.”

“Okay, but don’t get mad at me for being more devil than rake.” He grinned, hoping he looked more devilish than sleazy. “Mademoiselle, there are consequences for trespassing in this part of…
France
?”

Rebekah nodded, grinning and totally out of character. “Please do not turn me in to the authorities, monsieur. I will do anything.”

“
Anything
?”

“Yes, yes, anything.”

“I require but one kiss,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around her to draw her near.

“That’s
it
?” she said, losing her accent again.

“It is more than any leaf-gathering tool deserves.” He lowered his head and kissed her. She tasted like pure heaven. Her soft curves pressed against his hard chest. He filled his hands with her slick flesh and allowed himself to sample every inch of her mouth. Something had changed between them. There was a mutual trust. A bond. It had spawned from her confession about her brush with cancer and her limp-dicked ex-boyfriend. Eric vowed to never do anything to upset that trust. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare her away. He planned to keep her around for a while. Like an eternity, or something a bit longer.

She tugged her mouth away. “Monsieur, what is that poking me in the belly?” She batted her eyelashes.

Well, okay, if she insisted on moving faster and making his every fantasy a reality, he wasn’t going to resist. Much. “That is what happens to a man when he has a naked chick in his arms.”

“Chick?”

“I mean innocent… What did you call it?”

“Innocent young maiden,” she whispered.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. He was having an exceedingly difficult time concentrating. “That is what happens to a man when he has an innocent young maiden in his arms. Especially a fucking gorgeous, naked one named Rebekah Blake.”

“I’ve never seen such a thing, monsieur,” she said, her eyes wide with wonder. “Might I examine your wondrous protrusion?”

“Wondrous protrusion?” Now it was Eric’s turn to laugh. “Sure, baby, you can examine my wondrous protrusion as much as you want.”

Her small hand circled his cock and stroked its length. “It’s so hard and hot. The skin so smooth.” She rubbed her thumb over the expanded head, and he drew a shaky breath through his teeth. “Does that feel good, monsieur?”

“Yes, that feels really good.”

She rubbed his cock head gently. Already his excitement was near the breaking point. She touched the bead of pre-cum with her fingertips. “What is this?” she questioned. She collected the tiny sample of fluid with her thumb and rubbed it on her tongue. “Oh, monsieur, the taste is delicious. Is there more for me to sample?”

Eric tried to think of something to continue their little game, but the best he could come up with was a breathless, “Yeah.”

She slid down his body and licked the head of his cock tentatively. “How do I get more to come out?” she asked.

“S-suck.”

She sucked. His fingers tangled in her silky hair as she sucked hard and bobbed her head to rub her lips over his sensitive rim. He watched her suck him, his cock disappearing into her sweet mouth. His breaths came in excited huffs. His pleasure built. And built.
Oh
God.
He fought orgasm, but as usual his body didn’t cooperate with his will. He clung to her scalp and thrust deep into the back of her throat as he came with a hoarse cry. She swallowed his cum, her throat muscles working around the head of his cock, and it was almost too much to bear.