Текст книги "Wicked Beat"

Автор книги: Olivia Cunning

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Chapter 17

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 affect 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 eight-by-ten 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.”

She feather dusted under his arm, and he tried to climb the headboard with his back. “No, no, stop,” he gasped. “Tickles.”

“My, my, such dirty ribs.” When she tickled his rib cage, he tried to push her away with one large foot but was laughing too hard to follow her evasive moves.

“Don’t hurt your arms,” she said. “Do you want me to untie you?”

He shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

“Then hold still.”

He bit his lip and watched her through half-closed eyelids.

Damn, he looked so sexy when he did that. She flicked her feather duster over his belly. He tried to hold still and not laugh, but managed it for only about ten seconds.

There was a knock at the door. Rebekah opened it to find Trey standing in the hall with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. His wet hair dripped water down his face and naked chest. A few days ago, Rebekah would have had to pick her jaw up off the floor if she’d seen Trey Mills in such a state of undress. Not that he was any less gorgeous than he’d always been, but she had a singular obsession now, and he just so happened to be tied to the bed and at her mercy.

“Do you mind if I get dressed?” Trey asked, sultry green eyes zeroing in on the lacy black garter at the top of Rebekah’s thigh-high, fishnet stocking. “All my clothes are in the closet. I could perform naked tonight, I suppose, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“I’m sure your fangirls would think it’s a wonderful idea.” She stepped back in the room. “Come in.”

Trey wandered into the bedroom, took one look at Eric, and grinned. “How is it possible for two people to have that much fun in the bedroom?” Trey asked. “I could hear him laughing all the way in the bathroom. I really don’t see anything funny about Rebekah’s sexy little outfit, Eric. I mean…. damn, girl.”

Rebekah demonstrated by tickling Eric’s belly.

Trey chuckled. “I see. You’re torturing him. I guess his bribe worked.”

“His bribe?”

“The jewelry I tried to talk him out of.”

“I tried to talk him out of it too,” she said.

Eric nodded. “She did.”

She flicked her feather duster over the head of Eric’s rigid cock.

He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“So this kinky little game isn’t to repay him for the gift?” Trey opened the closet and pulled out some clothes.

“He doesn’t have to buy me gifts to encourage me to get my kink on.”

Trey shook his head. “And I practically gave you to him.”

Rebekah dusted Eric’s balls gently.

“Thank you!” Eric gasped, his muscles tightening, flesh quivering.

“Who are you thanking?” Trey asked, removing his towel from around his hips so he could use it to dry his hair.

“Both of you,” Eric said.

Rebekah caught one inspiring glance of Trey’s perfect, naked ass before forcing her attention to Eric. At least Trey’s back was to her.

Mercy. Okay, one more glimpse, and she’d be set for life. She didn’t mean to stare, but the colorful tattoo on Trey’s butt cheek could not be ignored.

“What the fuck is that?” Rebekah asked, leaning closer for a better inspection.

Trey glanced over his shoulder and followed her line of vision to his ass. Upon that perfect, firm cheek, a tattoo of a racing unicorn surrounded by rainbows decorated his skin. The calico kitten perched upon the unicorn’s back could only be described as nauseatingly cute. “Hmm. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

Rebekah dragged her gaze from the monstrosity of a tattoo and glared at Eric. “You had something to do with that?”

Eric chuckled. “I designed it. Well, Jace helped a little. Isn’t it awesome?”

“That isn’t the word I’d use, no.”

“A bet’s a bet,” Eric said. “Brian has one too.”

“Eric! That thing is permanent.”

“So?”

“It is a great conversation starter at parties,” Trey admitted.

Rebekah’s head whipped around. Trey tilted his head forward and ran a hand through his long bangs, looking his absolute orneriest. And his most naked.

“At p-parties?” she sputtered. “Trey! It’s on your ass.”

He chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “Exactly.”

Rebekah gaped. What kind of parties did this guy go to? And how did she get an invitation?

Trey nodded in Eric’s direction. “I think he needs to be tortured some more.”

Her entire body jerked as she forced her attention away from wayward thoughts of Trey partying—naked—and shifted her attention to her prankster boyfriend currently tied to the bed. “I agree.”

“Um, Reb…” Eric said, his eyes wide.

Rebekah lifted a bottle of chocolate syrup from the nightstand and climbed on the bed to kneel next to him. She poured a line of chocolate from the center of Eric’s chest to his belly button.

“Oh, monsieur,” she said. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

She lowered her head to lick and suck the chocolate from his body while teasing his cock mercilessly with the feather duster. Eric twitched and groaned. When she was working at removing the syrup from between Eric’s washboard abs, Trey took the bottle from her hand and dotted a trail up Eric’s side.

“What are you doing, Mills?” Eric asked.

“Helping out a friend in need,” he said with a sly grin and dotted syrup on Eric’s left nipple.

Rebekah followed the chocolate trail, dropping a sucking kiss at each spot, and then licking to make sure she’d retrieved all the sticky syrup. She spent extra time at his nipple, flicking the ring there with her tongue, while Trey dripped a trail up the side of Eric’s throat to his lips and then down the other side of his chest.

“If you were a true friend, you’d put some of that on a more sensitive location,” Eric said.

“Sensitive?” Trey chuckled and walked to the end of the bed.

“Oh right. She’s supposed to be torturing you.”

He grabbed Eric’s ankle and got a kick in the stomach for his efforts.

“Not the feet!” Eric protested.

“Yeah, not the feet,” Rebekah agreed.

“And I said sensitive, not ticklish,” Eric said.

Trey squirted syrup over the base of Eric’s cock and completely drenched his balls. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, buddy,” Trey said and set the bottle on the nightstand. “Have fun. I’m all horny now. Better go find me a little tail of my own before the show.” Slipping a black T-shirt over his head, he let himself out of the room and closed the door.

Rebekah kissed and licked her way up Eric’s neck to his lips.

She kissed him leisurely. Deeply. When she drew away and looked into his eyes, he made a weird face. She chuckled. “What’s that look for?”

“That feels so weird.”

“What? Me kissing you?”

“No. The chocolate syrup dripping off my balls.” He wriggled his hips and winced.

“I suppose you’d like your maid to clean that up.”

“If she would, please.”

Rebekah kissed him again. “Are your arms getting tired?” she asked, moving her lips to the sexy cleft in his chin. His jaw now.

“You have a show tonight.”

“Not really.” He inched upward impatiently. She found chocolate on his collarbone and licked it off. “Baby, please.”

“You have chocolate all over your chest, monsieur.”

“Save that for later.”

“But monsieur…” Her tongue darted out to collect chocolate from his side.

“I am so going to get you back for this,” he said breathlessly.

“Are you going to make me get a hideous tattoo on my ass?”

“Yeah,” he said. “A tattoo of my face.”

She laughed. “Your face isn’t hideous, but why would you want it on my ass?”

“So even when I’m not around, you’ll still be sitting on my face.”

He flicked his tongue at her suggestively.

She rolled her eyes.

His teasing grin faded, and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Please, Rebekah. I can’t stand that sticky, drippy feeling down there.”

“You are not satisfied with my work, monsieur?” she said, trying to look horrified as she licked his belly. “You know I only desire to please you.”

“I’d like you to work on your priorities a little.”

“Clean the parts with the most syrup first?”

“Exactly.”

She moved to the end of the bed and slid up between his legs.

With her tongue, she traced the chocolate-coated crease between his balls and then sucked at his scrotum, slowly removing the traces of syrup one square inch at a time.

Between his curses and moans, he started to beg. “Reb. Reb. I need to come. Please.”

“I’m working here,” she said and sucked one nut into her mouth.

“Ahhh.” He banged his head against the headboard and lifted his hips off the bed. “Reb. Reb.”

She released his flesh from her mouth. She kind of liked this torturing stuff. “Shhh. One more to go.”

She scratched her nails over his belly and hips gently as she methodically sucked chocolate from his other nut. He gyrated his hips with her motions. Damn, she wanted to climb on that straining cock, bury it deep, and gyrate with him. But driving him insane was so much fun. She lifted her head and licked the syrup from the base of his cock.

“Clean now?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m not sure. Better check it one more time. I want to do a thorough job.”

She licked his balls with the flat of her tongue, going over the skin several times. There wasn’t a trace of chocolate anywhere, but she so enjoyed making him jerk and twitch and shudder.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.

“I think you’ll live.” She discreetly peeled her panties off and kicked them aside. She moved up his body again, finding traces of chocolate on the side of his abdomen. She licked it off and moved a leg over his body so that she straddled his lower belly. Looking into his glazed eyes, she rubbed her dripping pussy against his abdomen.

“I’m so wet right now. Do you feel it?”

He jerked, pulling against the scarves.

She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his cock and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. “You didn’t answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?”

He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.

She slipped his cock an inch into her throbbing pussy. “Is it hot?”

He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered.

She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. “Careful. Did you hurt yourself?”

“Untie me,” he said in a low growl.

She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.

She lifted her hips until his cock slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” he growled.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded vigorously.

She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her breasts.

“Don’t you want to play with these a little first?”

She rubbed the curves of both breasts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her nipples until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric’s hair and crooned.

“Untie me,” he requested again.

She rubbed her neglected nipple against his lips and reached for the scarf. He’d pulled on it so much, the knot was impossibly tight.

“I can’t get it,” she said.

“You’re kidding!”

She shook her head. “I’ll go get something to cut you free.”

“Don’t leave me like this, Reb,” he pleaded. “Just ride me then.”

“But I want your hands on me. I’ll hurry.”

She pulled up her bodice to cover her breasts and her skirt down before hurrying to the door. She opened it and checked the corridor. Finding it empty, she hurried to the kitchenette and opened a drawer, looking for a knife.

A solid body slid up behind her and breathed into her ear. “What do we have here?” Jon whispered in her ear.

Eric jerked on the scarves cutting into his wrists. Next time Rebekah wanted to tie him up, he’d insist on borrowing restraints from Jace.

His skin was raw.

“Get your hands off me,” Rebekah shouted in the corridor.

“Rebekah?” Eric called.

“Oh fuck, baby. You aren’t wearing any panties,” Jon said.

“This is your final warning,” she said.

Eric yanked harder on the scarves. “You better not be touching her, Jon!”

“Watcha gonna do about it, Eric?”

There was a loud thud. “Rebekah?” Eric called, his heart thumping with panic.

She appeared a moment later carrying a huge chef’s knife. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you kill him?”

She closed the door and smiled. “Do you see any blood?” she asked, holding up her clean knife. She approached the bed and started sawing on one scarf. “Jon messed with the wrong girl. My brother taught me how to defend myself.”

As soon as she freed one arm, Eric grabbed Rebekah around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He squirmed, trying to find her slick heat with his throbbing cock. He was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Her fault. All her fault. Had to be inside her. Had to.

“Just a minute, baby,” she said breathlessly. “Let me get your other arm loose.”

She hadn’t finished sawing through the scarf when he finally managed to slip inside her. With a groan, he wrapped his free arm around her waist to pull her down to engulf him. Oh yes.

The knife slipped from her grip and fell behind the headboard.

Still tied to the headboard with one arm, Eric shifted her sideways across the bed and moved her onto her back beneath him. He thrust between her thighs, driving into her delightful warmth as hard as he could, needing her to feel how excited she’d made him.

She clung to his back, meeting his thrusts and encouraging his mindless possession with excited vocalizations. He continued to pull at his trapped arm as he plunged into her. The need to wrap her securely in both arms overwhelmed him. Eric yanked repeatedly at the scarf until the fabric ripped, freeing him at last. He gathered Rebekah in his arms and held her close, his feelings for this woman so overpowering, he wasn’t quite sure how to express them. He trailed kisses along her neck, catching the necklace he’d given her between his lips and her heated skin. When she arched against him and cried out with release, he slowed the rate of his thrusts, letting her drift back to her senses. Eric brushed his lips against her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

Before she could return the sentiment, the bedroom door opened.

Eric glanced over his shoulder to find Jon standing there, fuming.

Rebekah trembled beneath him. “Oh baby,” she moaned, “fill me with your huge cock. Fuck me, Eric! Make me come.”

Eric looked at her, one eyebrow arched in question, wondering if she realized Jon was watching them. “Jon,” he whispered into her ear.

“I want him to see,” she whispered back.

“Why?”

“It makes me feel sexy.”

And he wanted that for her. Knew she needed it, though he’d never understand how she could possibly think she wasn’t sexy.

Everything about her was sexy.

“Show him my tits,” she whispered.

He yanked the bodice of her French maid costume down to release her breasts. Watching them bounce with each thrust obliterated his concentration for a long moment. He pounded into her harder to make them bounce more delightfully. Bending his back, he licked the taut nipple of one perfect breast with the flat of his tongue.

She clung to his hair, vocalizing her excitement with so much enthusiasm, he feared she’d explode.

“Oh Eric. Eric!” And if she kept saying his name like that, he knew he would explode.

“Isn’t she sexy, Jon?” he murmured. “Sexy, beautiful Rebekah…”

“When I tried to show her I thought she was sexy, she flipped me over her back and onto the floor,” Jon said. “What is it about me that makes Sinners’ chicks kick my ass?”

“Look, don’t touch,” she said.

Jon snorted. “That’s more Eric’s thing.”

“Not with Rebekah,” he said, blowing a breath over her wet nipple. “I can’t get enough of this woman.”

Rebekah put a thumb under Eric’s chin and tilted his face upward so she could kiss him. “You can leave anytime, Jon,” she said, glancing out of the corner of her eye.

Eric heard Jon close the door behind him. “I thought you wanted him to watch.”

She smiled. “You’re enough for me. You always make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Well, you are. It’s not like I have to work at it.”