Wicked Beat
Page 9
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“Shh, shh, sweetheart, we’ve got you,” Trey murmured. His warm breath against her ear sent shivers of delight down her spine. “Just relax. We’ll make you feel so good.”
Panic setting in, Rebekah struggled for her freedom. Eric took a step back and lowered her feet to the ground. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. He removed his hands from her butt and moved one to cup her face.
The strange thing was that somewhere inside she did want to. She wanted Trey to slide his c**k up her ass and Eric’s to plunge upward into her hot, achy pu**y. Thrusting into her. Together. It wasn’t that idea that made her stop them, but the thought that they’d find out. That they’d know. Know she wasn’t whole anymore.
Isaac had stood beside her all through her cancer treatments and surgery. Been endlessly patient and understanding while she’d healed. When they’d finally gotten intimate again, he’d lost his erection, saying she felt weird inside. So weird that he hadn’t wanted her anymore. She supposed she couldn’t blame him. He’d wanted kids. She couldn’t give them to him no matter how much she wanted to. And now, she couldn’t help but think that no man would ever want her. Sure, they might when they didn’t know the truth about her, but as soon as they found out her womb had been taken…
Rebekah couldn’t stop shaking. She felt like she was going
to collapse.
“I d-don’t want to,” she whispered. A lie. But better than them finding out and making her feel the way Isaac had made her feel. Empty. Useless.
“Cock tease,” Trey muttered under his breath. He pushed away from her and stormed out of the garage.
Rebekah watched him stalk off, not sure why it upset her so much. “He’ll hate me now,” she whispered.
“He’ll get over it.” Eric wrapped an arm around her back and rubbed her upper arm encouragingly. “You okay? You’re shaking all over.”
She swallowed her threatening tears and nodded. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to calm herself. Eric’s steady strength comforted her more than he could possibly realize. That he didn’t demand to know why she was so upset and stupid won the guy so many brownie points, he could have led every Girl Scout troop in the contiguous forty-eight states. Not that she could ever mistake him for a girl. Not after feeling that stone-hard c**k against her mound. And he was still threatening to bust the zipper of his pants. Not that she was staring at it or anything.
“So you got her started?” he asked.
Rebekah jerked and tore her eyes off the bulge in Eric’s pants, erm, her shoes to glance at him in question. “Huh?”
“My car.”
She smiled, grateful for the subject change. It helped her bury all the hurt and distract her from the white elephant in his pants, erm, in the room. “Yeah, she started right up.”
“She must really like you.”
Rebekah’s smile broadened. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah. She has excellent taste in women.”
Rebekah felt her cheeks grow pink. “Has she started for a lot of women then?” Surely a handsome, successful musician like Eric Sticks had a harem of women at his disposal. She glanced at him and found him staring at her through half-closed lids. Her ni**les pebbled under his attention. She swallowed and averted her gaze. Even when Trey had been stroking her br**sts, her ni**les hadn’t gotten that hard. Why Eric? There was no denying he was handsome, but Trey… Whoa. She’d always thought Trey Mills was finer than Royal Copenhagen china. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe some Corelle dinnerware was more practical. Maybe Eric could be her everyday dish, and she could take Trey out for special occasions. If ever. He’d sure look nice in her china cabinet stored safely behind the glass.
Eric grinned, obviously unaware that she was mentally comparing him to tableware. “My baby doesn’t kiss and tell.”
She laughed. “Fair enough.”
“You ready to get on the road?”
“Heck yeah, I am,” she said.
“You have your CDL, I assume.”
“CDL?”
“Commercial Driver’s License. You’ll need it to drive the bus.”
Rebekah’s heart slammed into her ribs. “I can’t drive the bus!”
“Then who’s going to drive? Dave used to be our regular driver.”
“Not me.” Dave had crashed said bus and nearly died. He would have died if Jace hadn’t pulled him from the fiery wreckage or if Eric hadn’t resuscitated him by giving him CPR. As she and Eric walked out of the garage and back toward the tour bus, she paused and took his arm to draw him to a halt. “Eric?”
He looked down at her and her heart started thudding again. Why did it keep doing that? He was just standing there. Yes, he looked at her like she was his favorite dish and he was starving to death, but that didn’t explain her reaction to him.
“Yeah?” he asked.
Her grip on his arm tightened. She wanted him to feel her gratitude. See it in her eyes. “Thank you for saving my brother’s life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. If there’s anything I can do to repay you…” And she did mean anything. Well… with the exception of threesome quickies in a storage area.
He shrugged, but couldn’t hide the pleased little smile on his lips. “No big. That CPR stuff comes in real handy around this band. Are you certified? You never know when someone’s going to have a grand mal seizure, crash a bus, or pass out in their own vomit.”
Ew. Rebekah’s stomach rolled. “Um. Vomit?”
“No worries. I’ll take care of all the vomity ones.”
She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter.
He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?”
“Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.”
“Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate.
“Are they idiots?”
“Arguably.”
She laughed again.
“A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?”
“A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”
“Shh, shh, sweetheart, we’ve got you,” Trey murmured. His warm breath against her ear sent shivers of delight down her spine. “Just relax. We’ll make you feel so good.”
Panic setting in, Rebekah struggled for her freedom. Eric took a step back and lowered her feet to the ground. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. He removed his hands from her butt and moved one to cup her face.
The strange thing was that somewhere inside she did want to. She wanted Trey to slide his c**k up her ass and Eric’s to plunge upward into her hot, achy pu**y. Thrusting into her. Together. It wasn’t that idea that made her stop them, but the thought that they’d find out. That they’d know. Know she wasn’t whole anymore.
Isaac had stood beside her all through her cancer treatments and surgery. Been endlessly patient and understanding while she’d healed. When they’d finally gotten intimate again, he’d lost his erection, saying she felt weird inside. So weird that he hadn’t wanted her anymore. She supposed she couldn’t blame him. He’d wanted kids. She couldn’t give them to him no matter how much she wanted to. And now, she couldn’t help but think that no man would ever want her. Sure, they might when they didn’t know the truth about her, but as soon as they found out her womb had been taken…
Rebekah couldn’t stop shaking. She felt like she was going
to collapse.
“I d-don’t want to,” she whispered. A lie. But better than them finding out and making her feel the way Isaac had made her feel. Empty. Useless.
“Cock tease,” Trey muttered under his breath. He pushed away from her and stormed out of the garage.
Rebekah watched him stalk off, not sure why it upset her so much. “He’ll hate me now,” she whispered.
“He’ll get over it.” Eric wrapped an arm around her back and rubbed her upper arm encouragingly. “You okay? You’re shaking all over.”
She swallowed her threatening tears and nodded. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to calm herself. Eric’s steady strength comforted her more than he could possibly realize. That he didn’t demand to know why she was so upset and stupid won the guy so many brownie points, he could have led every Girl Scout troop in the contiguous forty-eight states. Not that she could ever mistake him for a girl. Not after feeling that stone-hard c**k against her mound. And he was still threatening to bust the zipper of his pants. Not that she was staring at it or anything.
“So you got her started?” he asked.
Rebekah jerked and tore her eyes off the bulge in Eric’s pants, erm, her shoes to glance at him in question. “Huh?”
“My car.”
She smiled, grateful for the subject change. It helped her bury all the hurt and distract her from the white elephant in his pants, erm, in the room. “Yeah, she started right up.”
“She must really like you.”
Rebekah’s smile broadened. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah. She has excellent taste in women.”
Rebekah felt her cheeks grow pink. “Has she started for a lot of women then?” Surely a handsome, successful musician like Eric Sticks had a harem of women at his disposal. She glanced at him and found him staring at her through half-closed lids. Her ni**les pebbled under his attention. She swallowed and averted her gaze. Even when Trey had been stroking her br**sts, her ni**les hadn’t gotten that hard. Why Eric? There was no denying he was handsome, but Trey… Whoa. She’d always thought Trey Mills was finer than Royal Copenhagen china. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe some Corelle dinnerware was more practical. Maybe Eric could be her everyday dish, and she could take Trey out for special occasions. If ever. He’d sure look nice in her china cabinet stored safely behind the glass.
Eric grinned, obviously unaware that she was mentally comparing him to tableware. “My baby doesn’t kiss and tell.”
She laughed. “Fair enough.”
“You ready to get on the road?”
“Heck yeah, I am,” she said.
“You have your CDL, I assume.”
“CDL?”
“Commercial Driver’s License. You’ll need it to drive the bus.”
Rebekah’s heart slammed into her ribs. “I can’t drive the bus!”
“Then who’s going to drive? Dave used to be our regular driver.”
“Not me.” Dave had crashed said bus and nearly died. He would have died if Jace hadn’t pulled him from the fiery wreckage or if Eric hadn’t resuscitated him by giving him CPR. As she and Eric walked out of the garage and back toward the tour bus, she paused and took his arm to draw him to a halt. “Eric?”
He looked down at her and her heart started thudding again. Why did it keep doing that? He was just standing there. Yes, he looked at her like she was his favorite dish and he was starving to death, but that didn’t explain her reaction to him.
“Yeah?” he asked.
Her grip on his arm tightened. She wanted him to feel her gratitude. See it in her eyes. “Thank you for saving my brother’s life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. If there’s anything I can do to repay you…” And she did mean anything. Well… with the exception of threesome quickies in a storage area.
He shrugged, but couldn’t hide the pleased little smile on his lips. “No big. That CPR stuff comes in real handy around this band. Are you certified? You never know when someone’s going to have a grand mal seizure, crash a bus, or pass out in their own vomit.”
Ew. Rebekah’s stomach rolled. “Um. Vomit?”
“No worries. I’ll take care of all the vomity ones.”
She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter.
He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?”
“Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.”
“Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate.
“Are they idiots?”
“Arguably.”
She laughed again.
“A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?”
“A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”
