Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (32 page)

“You little tramp,” Mom screamed. “You’ve been shacking up with that filthy rock star, haven’t you? No wonder Isaac doesn’t want you.”

“Hey,” Trey protested, “I happen to like that filthy rock star.”

“It’s not her,” Isaac said quietly.

“Now you apologize to Isaac, Rebekah Esther Blake, and you beg him to take you back. You
beg
him!”

“Mother, I’m not going to marry Isaac. Get over it.”

“Stop saying that. Just stop!” She turned her tearful eyes to Isaac. “Isaac, sweetheart, she doesn’t mean it. She wants to marry you. Please take her back. Please! I know she’s wronged you, but—”

“It’s not her!” Isaac yelled. “It’s me. I’m gay. Okay?” He stared directly at Trey and said, “I’m in love with a man.”

Trey shook his head slightly and then turned his attention to the parquet floor.

Mom collapsed against Rebekah’s father in a fit of hysterical sobs.

“What?” Dr. Crandall grabbed his son by one arm. “What did you say?”

Isaac massaged his forehead with one hand. “This isn’t how I wanted to break this to you. Let’s go talk about this in private.”

Rebekah clutched the back of Isaac’s shirt, wanting to offer him comfort and at the same time keep her head above the churning waters that threatened to drown her.

“You’re gay?” Dr. Crandall bellowed. “
My
son is gay? Impossible!”

“Dad—” Isaac reached for his father’s hand, but he jerked away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Will you listen?” Isaac said, and wiped a leaky eye on the back of his hand.

“It’s not true,” Mom cried, her head pressed firmly between both palms. “Not true. Not true.”

“Get out of my sight,” Dr. Crandall said to Isaac. “You’re not my son. I never want to lay eyes on you again.”

“Dad—” Isaac gripped his father’s sleeve, but he shook him off.

“You are not my son.”

The wounded sound Isaac made cut Rebekah’s heart in two. He wavered on his feet, and she wrapped her arms around him to keep him from collapsing.

Mom was still shrieking hysterically.

Dad was still trying to calm her down in his unassuming way.

Isaac’s weight was suddenly off her. “Go help your mother,” Trey said quietly. “I’ve got him. I’ll take him home.”

Isaac clung to Trey, who walked him toward the front door. Rebekah turned to the unpleasant task of placating her mother.

“Don’t let him leave,” she was saying, one arm outstretched in Isaac’s direction. “Don’t let him leave without Rebekah.”

“Mom,” Rebekah said. She took Mom by both shoulders and gave her a harsh shake.

“Oh baby,” Mom wailed. “I’m so sorry he left. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. You’re too young to die.”

Sheesh, drama queen much? “I’m not going to die, Mom. Dad, go get the car.”

Mom’s entire body was shaking. “You are. You will. Soon. God will take you from me. I know He will.”

Rebekah knew her mother was delusional, but her words still hit Rebekah like a slap in the face. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” And wait for Dad. And get away from all the staring eyes and scandalized whispers. And get her mother some really good antipsychotic drugs.

Mom followed her outside. She clung to Rebekah like a frightened little girl, with her arms around Rebekah’s waist and her head on her shoulder. Rebekah stroked Mom’s hair soothingly. “It’s going to be okay, Mom. Dad will get you some help.” The driveway was entirely full of cars now, so she led her mom toward the street at the end of the drive. When Dad pulled up in the van a few minutes later, Rebekah helped her mom inside.

“Don’t you marry that rock star guy. Don’t you marry him, Rebekah,” Mom was now muttering under her breath. “He’s not right for you. Don’t you marry him.”

Dad squeezed Mom’s hand and she started as if she hadn’t realized he was there. He leaned over her to look at Rebekah outside the vehicle. “Sweetheart, I’ll get your mother admitted, and then I’ll give you a call,” Dad said. “I think you should give her a couple days to pull herself together before you come visit.”

Rebekah bit her lip and nodded, knowing he was right. When Mom got confused like this the last time, they’d had to isolate her for a couple days so she could sort things out and get a grip on reality. And then she’d been perfectly fine. Or so it had seemed at the time.

“Do you have a way home?”

Eric. She knew she could count on him. She nodded. “I’ll be fine. Go take care of Mom.”

Her eyes stinging with unshed tears, Rebekah dug her cell phone out of her evening bag and called Eric.

“What’s up? Miss me already?” he answered. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“C-can y-you come g-get me?” Damn stuttering again.

He hesitated. “Yeah, of course. What happened?”

“Just h-hurry, okay? P-please.”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes.” She gulped air. He was the only thing in her life
not
falling apart, and she needed him. So much. “N-no.” She gulped more air. “I don’t know.”

“Where are you?”

“Still at the party. Do you know how to get here?”

“Yeah.” She knew he’d looked up the address when he’d been trying to convince her that she didn’t have to arrive at the party in Isaac’s car. “Will you tell me what’s going on?”

She told him everything that happened. “Anyway… I’m stuck here without a ride and would appreciate it if you would hurry.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and glanced up the driveway where a crowd of gawkers had gathered. “People are staring…”

“I’m on my way.”

He arrived more quickly than she thought possible. She was so happy to see him that she didn’t chastise him about his speeding. She climbed into the car, wrapped both arms around his neck, and kissed every inch of his face.

“Tomorrow I refuse to leave the house. I hope you don’t mind me monopolizing your entire birthday.”

He chuckled. “I have a birthday tomorrow?”

“And I have a whole slew of surprises for you.”

“Surprises? What kind of surprises?”

“If I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises.”

“True.” He took her hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. “Do you need to talk about what happened tonight?”

“No,” she said. “I’m going to pretend it never happened. On Monday I’ll face reality, but for the rest of the weekend there will be nothing but me and you and all our fantasies.”

He kissed her knuckles and eased the car away from the curve. “Well, if you insist.”

The next morning, Eric opened his eyes to a bright blue box. Resting on Rebekah’s vacated pillow, the box was tied shut with a thick white ribbon. He rose to look around the room and was disappointed to find himself alone. Even the cocktail dress that had been hanging from the ceiling fan when he’d passed out from exhaustion the night before was now gone. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and reached for the box. It had a little card attached that said,
Happy
1st Birthday, sweetheart. Please open immediately. Rebekah

He smiled. He’d never been greeted with a birthday present on his pillow. The guys had once woken him by smashing a birthday cake into his face. It had been one rude, but rather delicious, wake-up call.

He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid, expecting to find something sexy nestled in the tissue paper. Instead, he found a baby monitor.

“A baby monitor?”

He lifted the device from the box and found a second note tied to its short antenna.
I’m at your beck and call, birthday boy. Press the button, and let me know when you’re ready for me.

His heart thundered with anticipation. He pressed the button. “Rebekah?”

“I’ll be right up,” her voice came from the little speaker.

He was already up. When it came to his woman, he was always up. He covered his excitement by dropping a pillow on his lap.

A moment later the bedroom door opened and Rebekah entered carrying a tray of food. She wore a frilly little apron.
Just
a frilly little apron. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. If he hadn’t already been up, this would have done the trick.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she said. “I made you three different types of scrambled eggs. Also, bacon. Sausage. Biscuits. Hash browns. A fruit cup and some coffee. Juice.”

“It smells fantastic,” he murmured. He was sure it looked fantastic too, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the gentle bounce of her pert breasts as she crossed the room and set the tray on the bed beside him.

She leaned across the bed and kissed him gently on the mouth. “Happy first birthday,” she said.

“
First
birthday?”

“Well, I missed twenty-seven of them, so I have a lot of birthdays to celebrate with you today.”

He’d never thought he cared that no one had ever done anything special for his birthday or that he’d never had a party as a kid. The warmth spreading through his chest and his giddiness at her thoughtfulness told him that he really had cared. Rebekah had a way of making him glad for those hard times so that he treasured his time with her that much more. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now eat.”

“Maybe I want you to feed me,” he said.

She climbed onto the bed beside him and picked up his fork. “What do you want?”

He lifted his hand and stroked her taut nipple with his fingertips. “This.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the aroused skin.

“You’ll get plenty of that with your other surprises,” she said. “You should probably eat so you can keep up your strength.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and then drew away. “I’ll eat,” he said. “You keep those hard for me.”

Mesmerized, he watched her pluck her nipples, roll them between her thumb and forefinger, and lick her fingers to spread the wetness over her pink, pebbled flesh. He ate slowly, enjoying his private peep show too much to want it to end. Watching her play with herself still excited him like nothing else. When he was full, he crawled around the breakfast tray and tumbled her to the mattress beneath him. He suckled her nipples until she was clinging to his hair and moaning with need.

He lifted her apron and discovered that she’d completely shaved her mound. “I see dessert,” he said.

“That’s supposed to be for later.”

“I can have multiple desserts today. It’s my birthday.” He slid down her body and suckled her smooth, swollen lips, teased her clit with his tongue, and licked at her slick hole to sample her sweet juices.

“Oh, Eric,” she moaned. “I want you.”

He slipped a finger inside her and rotated it in wide circles while he sucked hard on her clit.

Her back arched. “Oh wait. I’m gonna come. Eric!”

Her body shuddered with release. She strained against his hand, her pussy gripping his finger in delightful spasms. When she went limp, he pulled his finger free and placed a tender kiss on her pretty folds, loving how exposed they looked when clean-shaven. He slid up her body to smile down at her flushed face.

“It’s your birthday,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not supposed to get the presents.”

“That was a present for both of us.” He lowered his head to kiss her jaw, her neck, her ear.

She stiffened beneath him. “Wait! I’ve been planning this for a week, and you’re messing with my agenda here.”

If he hadn’t been so curious about her plans, he would have said to hell with them, but he was. Curious. She slipped from beneath him and scampered off the bed. She collected his breakfast tray and nodded toward the connecting bathroom. “Your next surprise is in there.”

He watched the apron ties bounce against her sweet little bottom as she trotted out of the room. As soon as she was out of sight, Eric scrambled into the bathroom. On the sink, he found a red box with a large yellow bow.
Happy
2nd Birthday, sweetheart. Please open immediately. Rebekah

He lifted the lid and found a white poof inside. The kind she used in the shower. Beneath it was a little card.
Wait
for
me
in
the
shower.

He used the toilet and then stepped into the shower, letting the water wet his naked body. A moment later, Rebekah entered the bathroom. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and nothing else. She stepped into the shower with him, still wearing the T-shirt. At first, he wasn’t sure why, but as the T-shirt got wet, it became completely transparent and clung to her curves in a way that was somehow sexier than naked flesh.

He mumbled something incoherent and reached for her breasts, cupping them beneath the T-shirt, squeezing them so that her darkened nipples strained against the transparent wet cloth. Oh God. He wanted them. Wanted her. He lowered his head and sucked one breast, shirt and all, into his mouth. “There you go giving me presents again,” she murmured in a husky voice. “Where’s the present I gave you?”

He had no idea. He lifted his head to look at her, and when confronted by that wet T-shirt again, he couldn’t even remember what she’d asked him. Apparently, she found what she was looking for in his left hand. She turned to retrieve a bottle of liquid soap from the caddy on the wall. His gaze drifted to the tattoo on her lower back and then the sweet curves of her naked ass. She turned again and began to draw the poof over his chest, leaving foamy suds on his skin as she washed him with slow, deliberate motions.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her tits.

She soaped his shoulders. His arms. His back. His belly. It felt wonderful. He felt special and loved. And really fucking horny.

Her soapy poof moved lower. She squatted to soap his hips and thighs. The head of his cock disappeared into her hot little mouth. She sucked it gently, sending waves of pleasure rippling along his shaft while she soaped his balls and soaped them and soaped them. By the time she was done washing them, he was certain there had never been a cleaner set of balls on the planet. He was also certain that there was nothing hotter than his woman in a wet T-shirt looking at him with adoration while she sucked his cock.

Control took a backseat to need.

He bent to grab her by both arms. She let his cock pop free of her tight suction, and he hauled her to her feet. He had to fuck her. Immediately. None of the emotional, tender lovemaking that had occurred the night before. No. This would be dirty. And rough. He was much too excited to be gentle.

He grabbed her face between both palms and kissed her hard and deep. She didn’t protest, even when he pressed her against the wall and moved his hands to squeeze her breasts.

She jerked her head to the side. “Rip it off me,” she demanded.

He was no Hulk Hogan. He couldn’t tear a T-shirt apart with his bare hands. Or could he? He noticed that she’d cut the neckband, so he
could
rip it off her. The sexy little vixen had planned it from the start. He grabbed the fabric and pulled in both directions. It gave way with a satisfying rip. Her breasts tumbled free, and he gasped. He grabbed them and massaged them roughly. He needed to be inside her. Needed to fuck her.

Eric lifted her off the shower floor and propped her against the tile wall. Water coursed down his body in thick rivulets. He surged forward seeking her slick heat, but he didn’t find it. Gritting his teeth, he cursed and tried again. Rebekah reached between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and directed it home. He thrust into her.

Hard.

Harder.

He wanted her to feel him. For it to be impossible for her to ignore him. His excitement brought him to the brink of orgasm quickly, but he wasn’t ready to come. He wanted to keep going for hours. Unfortunately, gravity wasn’t in agreement. His strength waning, Rebekah slipped down the wall.

He grunted in protest when he could no longer find the leverage to thrust and had to pull out. She turned around and bent forward, presenting her backside. “Put it back in, Eric. I want it so bad.”

He found her easy this time, thrusting into her fast and hard from behind. She arched her back so he could hold onto her breasts while he plunged into her repeatedly.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Her cries echoed off the tile walls as she found release.

Eric pulled out at the last second and watched as he spurt across her lower back. She reached behind her and smeared his cum over the name tattooed on her skin. His name.

He gasped as he watched her. Could this woman possibly get any sexier? Could he love her any more than he did at that moment? He didn’t think it was possible.

He drew her against his length. His belly against her back, the tattered remains of the T-shirt between them, he kissed her neck while he rubbed her breasts and belly. He eventually retrieved the poof from the shower floor, and they took turns washing each other. Touching, kissing, a bit of nibbling. When she was squeaky clean, she stepped away.

“Your next present is in the green bedroom,” she whispered and climbed out of the shower. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her amazing little body. He shut off the water and didn’t even bother with a towel. Soaking wet, Eric padded down the hallway to the spare bedroom, which had been decorated in sage green. On the bed was a rectangular box—white with a red ribbon. He read the tag.
Happy
3rd Birthday, sweetheart. Open this when you’d like tea service.

Tea service? He didn’t have any idea what could be in the box. He wasn’t sure if he wanted tea service or not, but he was curious. He opened the gift and found a beautiful silk robe. It was white and decorated with small pink flowers. He lifted it out of the box and held it up to his chest. If he put it on, it wouldn’t even cover his ass. He didn’t want to hurt Rebekah’s feelings or anything, but… Um? It was a
bit
feminine. He couldn’t imagine ever wearing it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Rebekah said from the doorway.

“Yeah. I just don’t think it’s me.”

She laughed. “You’re not supposed to wear it. I am.”

He released a relieved breath. “Oh thank God. I was starting to worry you wanted me in drag.”

She took the robe from him. “I’ll go slip into this and make the tea.” She opened a side table drawer and pulled out another box. “You open this. Happy fourth birthday.” She kissed him and handed him the box before leaving the room.

This box was relatively small, long, and flat. Inside he found a fan belt and a note that said,
As
soon
as
we
get
the
Camaro
running, I challenge you to a race.
At the bottom of the box, he found a gift certificate from a local racetrack for one hour of private usage. “Rebekah!” he shouted. “This is so awesome!”

He turned to find her standing in the doorway, dressed in the beautiful robe. It was one of those Japanese ones. A komodo or something like that. A thick red sash tied around her middle made her waist look impossibly tiny. Her feet and sexy legs were bare. She kept her eyes downcast as she walked with small steps into the room. On a tray she carried a teapot, a small cup, and a white vase with a red flower.

“Whoa,” Eric said, setting the box in his hand on the nightstand. “You look so… delicate.” Nice save on not calling her adorable. “Thanks for the gift certificate. I can’t wait to race you.”

She nodded slightly and blushed, keeping her gaze lowered. He wasn’t sure why, but her acting all shy and demure was kind of sexy.

“Please, sit,” she said quietly.

He sat. The hardwood floors were cold against his bare ass, but his blood ran hot and he’d surely be overheated in no time.

She set the tray on the floor and retrieved a quilt from a wooden rack at the end of the bed. She placed it on the floor and encouraged Eric to move onto it. Kneeling beside him, she poured tea from the pot into the tiny cup. When she handed it to him, her fingertips brushed his. That seemingly accidental touch streaked up his arm and sent a shiver down his spine. She kept her eyes downcast, her body tense, as if he made her nervous. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that he found her little act sexy. He found everything she did a total turn-on. He took a sip of the tea and it burned the hair off his tonsils.

Eyes watering, Eric sputtered and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s a tad hot,” he breathed.

She looked up, her bottom lip trembling. “I do not please you?”

He knew she wanted him to play a role, but he simply could not stand the devastated look, even if it was an act. He tucked a finger under her chin and moved in for a tender kiss. “You always please me. You are incapable of displeasing me.”