Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (14 page)

“You’re such a naughty nurse,” he said. “Do you like my finger in your ass?”

“Oh yes.”

He pressed his finger deeper. She massaged his nuts more vigorously. Eric’s breath hitched, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still while he let go inside her. They still needed to work on timing their orgasms to coincide. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. “Thank you, nurse. That was a wonderful treatment.”

She grinned. She was just getting started.

“Are you sure we have to go back?” Eric murmured and tugged Rebekah closer. They were both sticky with cum and sweat and saliva. He doubted he could get it up again, but he was far from ready to share her with the rest of the world. The sex was phenomenal, but just being with her was enough to make him giddy.

“We have to be in Austin in two days.”

“So we stay in bed for another twenty-four hours, and we’ll take off then. It won’t take me long to drive from Phoenix to Austin.”

She laughed. “No way in
hell
am I letting you drive that far, Eric Sticks.”

“Then we’ll get on a plane.”

“I think Jon will want his car back.”

“Like I care.”

“This isn’t the end of our relationship, sweetheart. Just the beginning. We’ll have other nights together.”

He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.

“Let’s go take a shower,” she said.

Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. “Together?”

“Unless you have a better idea.”

“It’s a great idea. I just don’t think I can stand.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. “You wore me out, woman.”

“Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?” she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.

He grinned. “I’m not complaining.”

“Perhaps if you hadn’t insisted that you had a six-shooter.” She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.

“I should have stopped after three.”

“You lasted over half an hour that last time.” She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. “Seems my theory was correct.”

“I’m surprised I came that last time. I don’t think there’s anything left in my balls but dust.”

“I’m a little tender down there too,” she admitted.

“Do you need me to kiss it and make it feel better?” His kiss landed on the tip of her nose as it was the only place he could reach with no effort.

“Don’t tempt me.” She kissed his chest and extracted her body from his feeble embrace. “I’m going to shower. I hope you’ll find the energy to join me.”

He groaned but stayed sprawled across the center of the bed. A moment later, he heard the spray of the shower. Rebekah’s off-key rendition of Sinners’ newest song, “Sever,” brought a smile to Eric’s lips. He drifted on the edge of consciousness until Rebekah’s shriek of terror pulled him directly to his feet. He crashed into the bathroom and found Rebekah, soaking wet and soapy, standing on the toilet lid clinging to the towel bar.

“What’s wrong?”

She pointed at the shower with a shaky hand. The water was still running behind the shower curtain. He tossed the curtain back, expecting to see a dead body, or at the very least, Norman Bates in drag. There was nothing there.

“Why did you scream?”

“Sp-spider!”

Eric searched the shower, looking for the huge, hairy tarantula that had her hyperventilating. Nope. Nothing.

“I don’t see anything.”

“It’s right there!” she screeched, clinging to his shoulder as she pointed into the far corner.

Eric climbed into the tub, the water hitting him in the back, and found the tiny arachnid hiding behind the bottle of complementary shampoo.

“This little thing?”

Eric scooped the spider into his hand, and it skittered up his wrist. This sent Rebekah into a fit of hysterics. She leapt off the toilet and scrambled into the bedroom, making sounds of heebie-jeebiness and rubbing her hands all over her body while she high-stepped across the carpet.

Eric captured the spider and held it in a loose fist. Its little legs scurried about on his palm as it tried to escape. Watching Rebekah freak out in the nude was far too great a temptation for him to resist.

“Got him,” Eric announced as he joined her in the bedroom.

“Did you
kill
it?” she wanted to know, skirting a wide berth around him.

“He’s fine,” Eric assured her and opened his hand. The spider dashed to the end of his finger, about to kamikaze itself onto the floor, when Rebekah’s shriek and acrobatic leap onto the bed startled it into cowering on Eric’s fingertip. Chuckling, Eric secured the creature in his hand again.

“It’s just a little spider, Reb. It won’t hurt you.”

“I
hate
spiders.”

“I think that goes without saying.”

“Get rid of it!”

He opened the door to the balcony and set the spider free outside. He turned to find Rebekah still standing in the middle of the bed with one hand over the center of her chest.

“It’s gone.”

“You should have squashed it.”

“Awww, what did the little guy ever do to you?”

“Tried to give me a heart attack, that’s what.”

She hopped off the bed and headed back toward the bathroom, scanning her surroundings.

Eric followed her. “I think I should join you, in case another murderous creature tries to attack.”

“I agree!” She climbed into the still running shower and pulled him into the tub with her.

Instead of washing, she wrapped him in both arms and kissed him hungrily. “Mmmm,” he murmured. “I should save you from man-eating spiders more often.”

“My hero.”

He chuckled. “So I’m assuming it wouldn’t turn you on if I dressed up like Spider-Man and spurted my magic web all over you.”

She grinned. “I’m not sure. I might get over my arachnophobia if you did. We’ll have to try.”

Eric and Rebekah stopped by the stadium to pick up Jon. He was sitting on the curb poking a rock with a stick when they arrived. He looked up when the Jeep stopped and stared daggers at Eric.

“About fucking time,” he grumbled. “That’s the last time I let you borrow my car, Sticks.”

“Sorry it took us so long. We had a lot of fucking to do,” Eric said. He hesitated, still not sure how much he should censor those inappropriate thoughts.

“Yeah, we did,” Rebekah agreed.

Ah God, he loved this woman.

“Who’s driving?” Jon asked.

“You are,” Eric said.

“He’s not a maniac like you are, is he?” Rebekah asked.

“He’s an entirely different kind of maniac. You’re sober, I hope,” Eric said to Jon.

“Un-fucking-fortunately.”

Rebekah slid from the driver’s seat to Eric’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Keep me company in the backseat?” she whispered into his ear.

Eric’s cock instantly hardened. “I hope you don’t mind if we take a little nap in the backseat while you drive. We had a long night.”

“Of fucking,” Jon said. “Yeah, so you said. You really owe me now, Sticks. Making me wait here for three hours after the buses left. Sed absolutely refused to let me even ride in the equipment truck.”

“He told you if he caught you doing drugs, you weren’t allowed near the tour vehicles again. You’re a liability.”

“It was just a little cocaine.”

“I thought it was crack.”

“Oh yeah. But I’m clean now.”

Eric wasn’t so sure. Jon’s eyes looked a bit bloodshot, but probably because he’d been drinking the night before. They weren’t glassy though. Maybe Jon was finally clean. Eric hoped so. He wanted that for him.

Eric joined Rebekah in the backseat, and Jon climbed into the driver’s seat. They headed east out of Phoenix toward Austin. Rebekah cuddled up against Eric, her face pressed against his side, and promptly fell asleep. Eric was exhausted too, but there was no way he would sleep while Jon was driving, so he just held her while she slept and stroked the smooth skin of her arm.

After nearly an hour of silence, Jon said, “You know, maybe you could say something to Sed about letting me back on the bus.” He looked at Eric through the rearview mirror.

“Forget it, Jon. You’ve had too many chances already. You never learn.”

“But you—”

“Owe you. Yeah, I think I’m aware of that. You bring it up every time I see you.”

“You know, if I hadn’t taken the fall for you, you’d be the one watching a replacement play your music. You have no idea how much that sucks.”

“That wasn’t the only reason Sed told you to get lost. It was just the last straw.”

“I took the fall for you, Eric. Don’t forget that.”

How could Eric possibly forget when Jon rubbed it in his face constantly? He was half-tempted to tell Sed that he’d been the one to take the band’s last five hundred dollars, leaving them without enough money to fix the transmission on the tour bus.
Shit.
Eric couldn’t help that he was a sucker for a pretty face. Speaking of pretty faces. He pressed a kiss to Rebekah’s soft hair. She shifted in her sleep, and her hand landed in his lap. Her fingers curled, cupping his balls, while her palm pressed against his suddenly attentive cock.

Eric shifted her hand to his thigh before he contemplated molesting her in her sleep. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to repay you, Jon. No matter what I do, it’s never enough for you.”

Rebekah moved her hand back to his crotch. While she rested against him with her body limp and yielding, as if she were still asleep, she slowly unzipped his pants. Apparently, their talking had woken her.

“You know what I want, Eric,” Jon said.

“I tried to get you what you want. Even succeeded once.”

Rebekah eased Eric’s cock out of his underwear.

“Just because Jace was injured,” Jon griped. “That’s the only reason they used me. They didn’t really want me back in the band.”

“Why is it my responsibility to get you back in? You have to earn it. Besides, why would we ever give up Jace? He’s fucking awesome, and you know it.”

Rebekah curled her hand around Eric’s hardening length and stroked him slowly. She turned her head and nipped his nipple through his T-shirt, catching his nipple ring with her teeth and tugging gently. Perhaps she thought he was ignoring her. As if that was possible.

“He’s not that great,” Jon grumbled. “I’m just out of practice.”

“Whatever.”

Rebekah slid down Eric’s side and leaned over his lap. Eric bit his lip when she drew the head of his cock into her mouth. He tried to stay quiet so he didn’t draw Jon’s attention to the backseat.

“I can play the new bass riff, can’t I?”

“Barely. Jace worked with you for h-h-hourssss…” Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Rebekah sucked and licked the head of his cock. Ripples of delight coursed up and down his length. His balls tightened. She slipped her hand into his underwear to hold them, and he groaned.

“What the fuck? Is she giving you head back there?” Jon met Eric’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Almost finished,” Eric gasped.

She worked him until he erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, sucking until he was spent, and then drew away. She tucked his slackening cock back into his underwear and then zipped his fly. She cuddled against his side again and closed her eyes.

“She wakes up to suck you off then goes back to sleep. Where the fuck do I get a chick like that?” Jon asked.

“She’s one of a kind.”

“I’m experimenting,” Rebekah explained quietly. “He needs to come every couple hours for it to work.”

“It’s working really well so far,” Eric said with a grin. He stroked her hair lovingly.

Jon burst out laughing. “You’re fucking kidding me! How did you trick her into that arrangement, Sticks? I need to take notes.”

“He didn’t trick me,” Rebekah said. “It was my idea. Sorry if it bothered you, Jon. I’ll try to be more discreet in the future. Can I borrow your jacket to cover his lap next time?”

“What? You’re going to make him come inside my jacket! Fuckin’ sick.”

Eric got to chuckling, and he couldn’t stop for several minutes. “I should have brought Brian’s lucky hat.”

Rebekah pressed a hand against his belly so she could move far enough away to look at him. “Brian’s lucky hat?”

“Yeah. Myrna gave Brian a hand job on Jace’s motorcycle one night. Apparently, she used his lucky hat to cover the evidence, and he came all over the inside.”

“And
you
have it?” Rebekah asked, looking perplexed.

“He gave it to me. Tricked me into wearing it as a joke. I didn’t know what was in it at first, but Jace is weak to purple nurples. And I had sticky stuff in my hair.” He laughed again.

“Didn’t it piss you off that he made you wear it?” Rebekah asked.

“Nah. All in good fun. I fuck with those guys all the time. Only fair that they get me back on occasion.”

“That’s sick, man,” Jon said. “You had Sinclair’s cum in your hair?”

“What? You jealous? You’ve been subjected to worse, Mallory. Remember that time Sed gave you a brown bottle of some roadie’s chew spit? You took a big ol’ drink thinking it was beer.”

“How can I forget? I puked for like two hours straight.”

“Into a garbage can behind a stadium.” Eric snorted. “Fucking hilarious!”

“The good ol’ days,” Jon said, grinning broadly. “I tried to get Sed back by filling his water bottle in the toilet, but he never fell for it. Bought his own bottle of water out of a vending machine that night. Like he fucking knew what I was up to.”

“I have never had a prank work on Sed,” Eric said. “I don’t even bother to try anymore.”

“It would be awesome to get him. Just once,” Jon said.

“Yeah,” Eric agreed. “He’s too fucking cool for his own good.”

“You guys are so bad,” Rebekah said, shaking her head at them.

“You could help us get him, Rebekah. Sed would never suspect you,” Jon said.

“No way. In case you forgot, Sed’s my boss.”

“I’m your boss too,” Eric said.

“So you’re fucking Eric in the hopes that you’ll get a raise?” Jon laughed. “I knew she had some ulterior motive.”

“Nope. I’m fucking him because he gives me fantastic orgasms.”

She looked at Eric and smiled. Eric’s heart turned into a big puddle of mush. “I’m going to make you come so hard later,”
he whispered.

“Why not right now?” she whispered back.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little controller. The slender plastic wire disappeared down the front of her pants. He examined the controller. It was the one that went to the butterfly-shaped clit stimulator he’d bought her the night before. Eric flushed and leaned closer to her ear. “You’re wearing it right now?”

She grinned crookedly. “Not telling.”

He switched on the remote, and her body jerked. A faint hum came from inside the crotch of her jeans. He switched it off again. Her body relaxed.

“It’s a long ride to Austin,” he murmured.

“That’s why I wore it,” she whispered.

He kissed her passionately, wondering why they had ever left the hotel room.

Eric switched on the butterfly again, and he felt its vibration against his thigh where her hip was pressed against him. “I don’t think you have it in the right spot. It’s supposed to buzz your clit.”

She laughed. “That’s my cell phone.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and wrinkled her adorable little nose as she read the display screen. “It’s my mother.”

Eric shut off Rebekah’s clit stimulator so fast that he feared it would never work properly again.

Rebekah answered her phone. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

Eric caught snatches of the woman’s tirade. “…saw what kind of sleazy individuals you’re working for… no place for a decent woman… come home right now… your father… blah, blah, blah…”

“Things are going really well,” Rebekah cut in.

“…think you’re some sort of harlot… filthy rock star… bunch of beasts… sex and drugs… blah, blah, blah… Dave said…”

“How is Dave?” Rebekah blurted.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not coming home, Mom. I have a job.”

“…wrong kind of job for a nice young lady… dirty minds and devil music… going to hell… what would your father say… blah, blah, blah…”

Rebekah rubbed her forehead and rolled her eyes. Eric just stared at her in horror.

“I’ve gotta go, Mom.”

“…head home right now if you know what’s good for you… blah, blah, blah…”

“Mom! I have to go,” Rebekah annunciated slowly. “Tell Dad and Dave hello.”

“…can’t believe my own daughter…”

“Bye, Mom.”

Rebekah disconnected the call and slumped back in the seat.

“What was that all about?” Eric asked.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

She tossed her phone on the seat beside her and covered his hand with hers. She stroked the power switch on the clit stimulator remote still in his hand. “Turn it on,” she whispered. “Make me feel dirty.”

He couldn’t even pretend to understand that request, but he did what she asked. Her back arched, thrusting both breasts forward. She moaned and writhed, her hand clinging to Eric’s thigh.

“Jesus, I’m trying to pay attention to the road here,” Jon bitched.

That fueled Rebekah to moan louder. “Oh, it feels good, Eric. I’m about to come. Turn it off. Make me suffer.”

Eric switched off the stimulator, and she squirmed in her seat, her eyes on the rearview mirror to check if Jon was paying attention. She totally loved that he was listening. She wanted him to watch her get off. The little minx.

Eric sucked gently on the flesh just under her ear. “I bet Jon’s dick is as hard as a rock after hearing how sexy you are.”

“You think?” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Turn it on again.”

She vocalized louder and louder as she approached orgasm again. “Turn it off,” she cried at the last second. She squirmed again. “That drives me crazy,” she gasped. “My pussy is so fucking wet right now.”

“Knock it off, you two,” Jon grumbled and adjusted his fly with a wince.

Rebekah grinned at Eric and reached for his belt buckle. “Do you want a blow job or a hand job this time?”

Oh yeah. He totally loved this woman.