Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (15 page)

They met the tour buses at a rest stop outside El Paso, Texas. Rebekah grabbed Eric’s hand and tugged him up the bus steps. She needed him inside her. Like immediately.

“There you are,” Sed said as they rushed past on their way to the bedroom.

“Are you going to cook those enchiladas you promised?” Brian asked.

She’d forgotten that she was supposed to cook for them. “Uh, I need to do something with Eric in the bedroom, and then I’ll cook.”

Eric had an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face.

“I’m starving,” Brian complained.

“It’s Eric,” Trey said. “He’ll be done in like two minutes.”

Rebekah hoped Trey was wrong. She’d been helping Eric throughout the entire day, and he’d been teasing her clit off and on for seven hours. If she didn’t get some dick soon, she was going to die.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra followed. He watched her shuck her jeans, his eyes off her only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. She removed her sopping wet panties and the delightful little butterfly that had no battery power left. When she was naked, she bent forward over the bed and spread her legs.

“Hurry, Eric. Put it in.”

“Hold on. I’m not hard yet.”

He squatted behind her and licked at her wetness. “You smell so good,” he groaned.

She made mewing sounds of desperation as he sucked her slick flesh. “Please, baby. Fuck me. I’m so hot and achy, I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside me.”

He stood and slid his now hard cock into her with one deep thrust.

“Oh yes,” she gasped. She rocked back into him. “Harder. Harder.” He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her with each vigorous thrust. Within seconds she was shuddering with an intense orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy and collapsed on her face. His cock slipped out, and he grunted in protest. Eric pushed her body up the bed, so she was lying flat on her belly, and suspended himself over her back. He sank between her legs and entered her again, pressing his lower belly against her ass. Buried deep, he rotated his hips and ground himself inside her, stretching her in all directions and rubbing her clit with his balls.

“Oh, that feels good,” she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed slightly to ease his access. He began to thrust then, maintaining a hard, steady rhythm until she convulsed with another orgasm.

He took her from the side next, experimenting with angles of penetration until he found a position that stimulated her clit with each thrust and made her chant in excitement. Another orgasm left her delirious. She rolled onto her back to face him and found him drenched in sweat.

“This is fucking awesome,” he said, eyes sparkling with delight.

She smiled and cupped his sweaty face. “You’re such a stud.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a happy little laugh and wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs to press her knees into her shoulders. He thrust into her, his hard shaft rubbing her with a perfect friction. When her legs got tired, he released them and rubbed her hips while he thrust into her gently. “This is so cool,” he whispered and kissed her gently. “I think I can go all night.”

“And I think I’ve created a monster,” she said and chuckled.

“Do you want me to try to come now?” he asked, sucking on her jaw.

There was a loud knock at the door. “Will you two hurry up? We’re starving out here!” It was Brian. “You’ve been going at it for over an hour.”

“Over an hour?”

“Sounds like I owe you a bunch of lessons,” she whispered.

He laughed. “I love you so much right now,” he murmured, still thrusting into her. “I should probably hurry.”

He pulled out and tugged her down the mattress until her crotch was even with the end of the bed. He slipped inside her again and watched his cock slide in and out of her body. “Damn, that’s hot,” he whispered. He moved faster. Faster. Still watching their bodies come together and separate. Breath hitching with excitement, he rubbed her clit to help her reach her pinnacle. When her pussy clenched with release and she cried out, he thrust deep and let go. His face contorted in ecstasy as his seed pumped into her, and she writhed before him, delirious with pleasure.

When his breathing slowed, he pulled out with a groan. He collapsed on the bed beside her, and she cuddled against his side. “That was fantastic,” she said. “Even better than last night with the toys.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“I thought so too,” he said breathlessly. “We came together that time.”

“You were perfect.” She planted a row of kisses along his rib cage. “Do I really have to get up and make the guys dinner? I just want to lay here with you.”

“I say let them starve.”

“Are you two finished yet?” Brian called from the hallway. “Sheesh!”

Rebekah chuckled. “I’ll go cook. They’ll be busting down the door soon if I don’t.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be out to help you in a minute. I just need to catch my breath.”

“I could use some help. My legs are a little wobbly. They might collapse from under me.”

His giddy grin made her heart swell with happiness.

Dragging herself from the bed, she located her discarded clothes.

She got dressed, found fresh panties in her suitcase, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. All five guys on the bus watched her go into the bathroom. Flushed, she avoided their heavy stares and closed the bathroom door.

While she was washing up at the sink, the bedroom door opened ,and the guys erupted into cheers in the living area. Were they watching a football game on TV or something?

“I never thought I’d live to see the day,” Brian said.

“Eric finally fucked a girl properly,” Trey shouted. “Woot! Woot!”

“And all by himself, too,” Sed added, sounding like a proud father.

Rebekah could hear them high-fiving each other through the door.

“You owe me twenty bucks, Sinclair,” Trey said.

“Damn it!”

Rebekah chuckled. They were cheering Eric for that? What a bunch of goofballs. Trey was right, though. Eric had definitely fucked his girl properly.

Every Goth World in every suburban mall in America looked exactly the same. Almost all the merchandise was black, and much of it had silver studs or spikes imbedded in leather. T-shirts and hoodies of the most popular alternative, rock, and metal bands hung from floor to ceiling. The overall effect was claustrophobic, but this was where many of Sinners’ fans shopped, so Jerry sometimes scheduled them to do meet-and-greets at these stores. Eric took off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his folding chair before sitting down. On the table before him there were stacks of Sinners’ CDs and posters, T-shirts, and other memorabilia. Merchandising is the key to success, Jerry liked to say. Eric believed the key to success was turning out one awesome album after another, but there was no arguing with Jerry.

Trey sat in the chair beside Eric, locked his fingers together, and stretched them in preparation for a long afternoon of signing. “How did we get stuck doing this?”

“Brian didn’t make it back from Kansas City in time. His flight was delayed due to snow.” He’d flown back to visit Myrna for one night when she’d proclaimed her temperature was just right. Whatever the fuck that meant.

“Yeah, that’s how
you
got stuck doing this, but why did I have to come?”

“Because if it was just me, no one would show up.”

Trey laughed. “How embarrassing for you.”

The store manager paused before their folding table. “Are you two ready for this? There’s been a line through the mall all day. They started lining up outside the doors last night even though the temps are subzero.”

Sinners’ fans were awesome and more than a little crazy. Eric glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see their head of security, Mitch, watching in case some awesome fan got a little overexcited.

“Let them in,” Trey said. “Let’s hope they don’t kill us when they realize Master Sinclair isn’t here.”

“Or Sed,” Eric added.

“How did he get out of this?” Trey asked.

“Hell if I know.”

There was an ear-shattering cacophony of excited squeals overlaid with roars of masculine approval. The first of their fans hit the table with enough force to send CDs scattering.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the first pair of girls in line screamed in unison. They looked like they spent all their parents’ money at Goth World.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Trey asked to the blonder of the two as he reached for one of the small posters they were signing for free.

“Trey Mills just called me sweetheart!” she sputtered at her girlfriend. “My name is H-H-Heather.”

“Where’s Master Sinclair?” the less blond girlfriend asked Eric.

“Something suddenly came up,” Eric told her.

“Yeah, his dick.” Trey sniggered.

The teens turned to stare at each other with wide eyes and then screamed in unison. “Oh my God! Just imagine Master Sinclair’s dick!”

Eric busted up laughing. Two signed posters, two signed CDs, four signed T-shirts, a signed hoodie, beanie hat, music score book, several exuberant hugs, a few exploring hands, and camera phone pictures later, Heather and Lauren had finally spent enough of their parents’ money to let the next person in line have a chance to interact with Eric and Trey.

“I’m Tony,” a young man in his late teens said. His hair was startlingly similar in style to Eric’s, right down to the blue lock of hair resting against his collarbone. Tony grabbed Eric’s hand to pump it up and down excitedly. “I couldn’t wait to meet Sinclair, but to get the chance to meet Eric fuckin’ Sticks? Amazing. I wish I would have brought my drumheads for you to sign.”

“You play drums?” Eric asked as he signed a poster for Tony.

He nodded and then shook his head slightly. “I try, but I’m not very good.”

“Keep practicing.”

“You’re my idol. The best drummer who ever lived. I fuckin’ worship you.”

Eric couldn’t help but smile. He really liked this kid. Eric reached into his inside vest pocket and pulled out a spare drumstick. He always carried a few. He signed it for Tony and handed it to him. “Take this, and when you don’t feel like practicing, my drumstick will be there to remind you not to slack off.”

Tony held the drumstick in his outstretched palms as if it were blessed by God and crafted from solid gold. Dumbfounded, he started to shuffle away.

“Don’t forget your poster,” Eric called after him.

The next person in line grabbed the poster and thrust it in Tony’s direction. After he claimed it from her, she leaned over the table to give Eric and Trey a spectacular view of her immense cleavage. She flopped both firm tits out of the neck of her tank top and said, “Sign my tits. I’m going to get your signatures permanently inked on them.”

Trey palmed one beautiful breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple while he signed his name with sensually slow marks across her right breast. Eric did his best to sign the left one without touching her at all. Seeing bare tits reminded him of Rebekah. He wondered what she was doing at the moment.

It was hours before the line finally dwindled, and Eric and Trey got up to leave.

“I need a nap after all that excitement,” Trey said.

“I want to get something for Rebekah,” Eric said, glancing around the store for a suitable gift.

“Like what?”

“A bracelet maybe. She wears bracelets.”

Trey chuckled. “You’re in over your head, buddy.”

Eric scanned the row of cheap leather jewelry on the far wall. There was nothing there that he felt compelled to give her.

“Just give her a hug, and tell her she looks pretty,” Trey suggested.

Eric’s shoulders slumped. The need to buy her something was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t want to give her something that had no meaning behind it.

They left the store, Mitch keeping a watchful eye for potential confrontations. As they walked past a jewelry store, a necklace caught Eric’s eye. He stopped abruptly, and Trey slammed into his back.

Trey followed his line of vision to the display case. “Eric, don’t even think about it.”

“I have to get it. It’s perfect.”

“Butterflies?”

“It reminds me of things she keeps in her panties on occasion.” Eric dashed into the store.

Trey grabbed Eric’s arm before he could locate a salesperson. “Eric, it’s much too expensive. You’re going to make her feel uncomfortable. Like she owes you something.”

“The cost doesn’t matter. It reminds me of her. I need to get it.”

“Eric, this is a bad idea. Think about how it will make her feel if you drape forty thousand dollars worth of diamonds around her neck.”

“Beautiful?” That’s all he wanted for her. A constant reminder that he thought she was beautiful.

“She doesn’t need a necklace to feel beautiful.”

Eric took a steadying breath. Maybe Trey was right.

“Can I help you?” a saleslady asked, looking as if she thought he, Trey, and Mitch were about to rob the place.

“Maybe.”

***

Rebekah glanced up from her video monitor to find Marcus leaning against her soundboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Mind sharing that ‘Sever’ program with me?” He didn’t look at her when he asked. She was tempted to tell him no, but knew refusing would hurt Sinners and their fans, not Marcus.

“Do you have a thumb drive?” she asked.

He handed it to her and waited while she replaced her drive with his and saved her file to his device.

“You’ll probably want to turn up rhythm and bass for the playback,” she suggested. “Eric needs to hear it over the drums when he sings the chorus. He gets his cues fr—”

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me how to do my job,” Marcus grumbled.

She handed him the drive, and he stalked away. He offered her no “thank you.” No “kiss my ass.” Nothing. She understood why Marcus was angry, but taking it out on her wasn’t benefiting him, unless his goal was to look like an asshole. She wasn’t sure how to get him to understand that. The tension between them was affecting the entire crew as Marcus prodded them into picking sides. Because she rode on the bus with the band instead of the roadies, Marcus had plenty of opportunity to badmouth her.

“Sound check,” Rebekah announced to the sound crew.

When they had Sinners’ equipment sounding perfect, she assisted with the opening bands’ sound checks as well. The three bands played in succession. The first band’s equipment was at the front of the stage, with the second’s setup behind theirs, and Kickstart’s equipment behind theirs. Sinners’ equipment was at the far back. By setting up the stage this way, after each band played, their equipment could be removed from the stage to reveal the next band’s setup. It saved a lot of time in switching between bands during the concert, but there was a lot of prep work before a show.

Near the end of the final sound check someone moved behind her and slid something cool around her throat. She started and jerked to the side. Eric grinned at her, fastening a clasp at the back of her neck. Her hand flew to the cool, slender object around her throat. It felt suspiciously like a necklace. She strained her neck to look at the strand of sapphires in butterfly-shaped settings. Each sapphire butterfly was spaced from the next with large, round, clear stones—she hoped they were cubic zirconium, not real diamonds.

“What’s this?” she asked, her heart hammering.

“A present for you,” Eric said. “The blue stones reminded me of your hair, so I had to get it. The jewelry lady said they were sapphires. And the butterflies… well, you can probably guess why butterflies remind me of you. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful, baby, but I can’t accept this. It must have cost you a fortune.”

She reached for the clasp to remove it, but hesitated when she saw the devastated look on his face. He looked like a little kid who had just been told his crayon-drawn stick figures sucked. How was she supposed to refuse his thoughtful gift when he looked at her like that?

“I mean, I love it!” she screamed and jumped into his arms, kissing him excitedly. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and clung to his scalp as she deepened their kiss. His arms wrapped around her to draw her securely against his chest. Her feet were suspended at least a foot off the ground.

When they drew apart at last, he laughed. “Do you really like it?”

“Of course I like it. It’s beautiful.”

“Like you.” Eric pecked her on the lips and set her on her feet. He dug around in the pocket of his jeans until he pulled out a matching bracelet and took her arm to fasten it around her wrist.

“Please tell me these are fakes,” she whispered. She had a sinking sensation that he’d spent more on these two items of jewelry than she’d paid for her college education.

“Fake?” Now he looked offended. “Of course I wouldn’t buy you fake jewelry.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to buy me anything.”

“But I wanted to.”

“Why?”

His brow furrowed. “I don’t know. When I saw it in the window it reminded me of you, and I thought you would like it, so I bought it.”

“You don’t have to buy my affection,” she said.

“That’s not why…” The crease in his brow deepened.

“Don’t frown, baby. I really do love it.”

“Are you sure?”

She grinned. “It’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.”

He released a breath of relief.

“But you know what means more?”

He pointed at her with a figurative lightbulb glowing over his head. “A ring?”

She chuckled and hugged him. “No, not a ring. That you thought of me.”

“Well, I do that all the time,” he said.

She tilted her head to look up at him. “And that’s enough. I don’t need jewelry, Eric. Just you.”

“Oh.” He grinned. “But you already have me.”

“It’s hard to buy for a girl who has everything, isn’t it?”

His grin widened. “I do love you, woman. Are you almost done with your work?”

“I think I can take a little break.”

She turned back to the soundboard and removed her thumb drive. She wasn’t going to risk someone deleting an important file again. She never did find out who had done it before the last show. Better safe than sorry.

As they walked, Eric draped an arm around her shoulders. His strong fingers massaged her shoulder with that perfect touch. Her body was already responding to his on an instinctual level, her nerves humming in anticipation of the delights to come.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I suppose we don’t have time to fly to a tropical beach and make love in the surf.”

“No, but I do have that mermaid costume. And you can be my lost pirate, seduced by my magnificent singing voice.” She winked at him suggestively.

“You have a magnificent singing voice?”

She realized she couldn’t lie because he’d heard her sing in the shower. “No, actually, but you do.”

“I don’t think I’d look good in a coconut bra.” Eric ran his hands down his chest. “I’m sorely lacking in cleavage.”

“Pirates don’t wear coconut bras. They have eye patches and hooks and peg legs.”

“Hooks, peg legs, and no depth perception. Sounds dangerous.”

“You just need to focus on your booty and leave the moves to me.”

“I’d rather focus on your booty as it moves against me.”

She groaned at his corny joke. She’d walked right into that one.

“So how am I supposed to get between your legs if you have a tail, little mermaid?”

She stroked her new bracelet and watched the gemstones sparkle in the light while she contemplated his question. “Good point. Maybe mermaids just give blow jobs to the pirates they seduce.”

“Lucky pirates.”

Rebekah scowled. “Wait a minute. You won’t even be able to reciprocate if I’m with tail.”

“Okay, forget the mermaid. I’ve got a better idea.”

Ten minutes later, Rebekah was wearing a French maid’s uniform and had Eric naked with his wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. She took her feather duster and lightly flicked it over his chest. He laughed and tried to escape her tickling by sliding sideways across the mattress. And he’d wondered why she’d insisted on tying him down.

“Monsieur, you are so dirty. Hold still, please.”