Wicked Beat
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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.”
Chapter 15
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 f**king 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 f**king 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 c**k 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 f**king,” 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.”
“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.”
Chapter 15
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 f**king 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 f**king 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 c**k 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 f**king,” 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.”
