“Tomorrow,” he promised before nipping one throbbing lip and then sucking it into his wicked mouth to soothe the hurt with repetitive strokes of his tongue. He gave the other side the same treatment before licking and sucking at her much too empty pussy. Rebekah’s head bumped against the side of the van as she moved her hand between her thighs. She rubbed her clit with two fingers, faster and faster, as Eric licked at her freely flowing juices.
He released his hold on her hip, and she heard the sound of his fly unzipping. She smiled as she anticipated his deep,
hard thrusts, but then groaned aloud when his hand wrapped around his rigid length and began to pump it vigorously. She’d never win their bet this way. Pulling away from him, she turned and averted her gaze so she didn’t get caught up in the sight of him stroking himself. She did love to watch the man get himself off.
“Stand,” she demanded, tugging at his T-shirt until he relented and stood up.
Rebekah tossed her discarded coveralls on the ground at Eric’s feet and knelt on them to protect her knees from the hard ground. She grabbed his wrist and used it to guide the cock he was stroking into her mouth.
He released a ragged breath and shifted his hands to her hair, fisting them in the strands and pulling her toward him. She sucked a deep breath in through her nose and relaxed her throat so she could take most of his length. She pulled back slowly, sucking hard, before relaxing again and allowing his cock to slide back toward her throat.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair.
She brought him quickly to the brink of orgasm and then pulled away. She leaned back and looked up at him, his glistening cock twitching between them.
She pulled her tank top off over her head and cupped her breasts, as if offering them as a sacrifice to the rock god Eric Sticks.
“Do you want me to come on your tits?” he asked.
She shook her head, never unlocking her gaze from his.
“In your mouth?”
Again she shook her head.
“Where then? On your ass? Your face?”
“Inside me.” She gave him that look of longing she knew he couldn’t resist. It had gotten him to buy her the minibus behind her and it would make him lose the bet they’d made. She didn’t even feel slightly guilty for using it on him.
“Fuck,” he said, drawing her to her feet and pushing her back against the van. “You don’t play fair, Mrs. Sticks.”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he lifted her off the ground by her ass. It took him a few tries to find her, but when he did, his cock sank deep, filling her so perfectly it brought tears to her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered to him as he drove himself into her over and over against the side of the VW.
“Don’t gloat,” he murmured against her throat as his mouth and tongue caressed her damp skin.
“I’m not gloating. Just stating a fact. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. “Enough to drive all the way to Bangor in a clunky Volkswagen.”
“In December?”
“Yep. Now hush so I can enjoy your victory.”
Chapter Five
Eric trudged out to the minivan in snow pants and a parka. He’d had to visit two different ski shops and an outdoor sports equipment store to find gear he considered warm enough to brave the North in December. The sales clerk had assured him that he’d survive negative-fifty-degree temperatures in this coat. He might not survive southern California’s upper sixties, however. By the time he reached the vehicle, he was sweating as if he’d run a marathon.
“What are you wearing?” Rebekah asked as she stuffed a suitcase behind the front passenger seat. They didn’t have much room for luggage with the full-sized mattress taking up the bulk of the minibus’s interior.
“I’m ready to brave the vast, frigid wilderness.” He held up his gloved hands and peered at her through the snow goggles he had fixed to his face. Thanks to his ski mask, balaclava, earmuffs and scarf, he didn’t have an inch of flesh exposed.
“Do you think the second we cross out of California we’ll be stuck in a blizzard?”
“We don’t even have to leave California. The Sierra Nevada Mountains might do us in before we leave the state.”
Rebekah rolled her eyes.
“What?” The moist breath inside his ski mask/scarf combination condensed uncomfortably on his skin. He never understood why anyone would choose to live in a climate where such garments were necessary.
“You’re being ridiculous.” She tossed her hands in the air and shook her head. “I get it, okay? You don’t want to go to Maine. Maybe we should just skip the honeymoon altogether.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head through several layers of knit. “Don’t be mad,” he said. “I’ll take this stuff off and shove it into the back.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t mean to be so testy. I just thought you’d like to spend time alone with me. We travel a lot with the band, but we’re never truly alone then.”
“I do want to spend time alone with you.” Just not in fucking Bangor, Maine, he added silently. But he’d endure the cold to bask in the warmth of Rebekah’s sunny smile.
He stepped away and unzipped his parka, removing the garment and tossing it into the back of the van. Rebekah scooped it up and folded it neatly while he hopped out of his snow boots and slipped the straps of his snow pants from his shoulders. Rebekah turned to collect his boots and froze. The look on her face when she realized he was buck naked under his outerwear was worth the heat stroke he was surely suffering.
“Er-ric!” she stammered as he stood before her in nothing but a scarf and a pair of thick gloves.
Her gaze darted toward the gravel road when the rumble of an approaching vehicle and a trail of billowing dust raced in their direction.
“Someone’s coming.”
“Me, if I’m lucky,” he said, backing her into the van.
She pulled an old switcheroo on him and turned, pushing him into the bus. When he tumbled onto the soft mattress inside, she shoved his legs inside, slammed the door, and turned to face the delivery van bumping down their driveway.
“Close the curtains,” he heard her hiss just before she hurried down the drive to meet the FedEx driver. As the delivery man carried a small box out of his truck, he noticed Eric peering out the side window of the van and waved a greeting. He gave Eric an odd look when Eric waved back with one gloved hand. While Rebekah signed for their package, Eric removed his gloves and scarf and lay back on the comfortable bed she’d made for them. At first he’d thought she’d lost her mind to want to take a vehicle that was nearing fifty years old across the United States. But now he thought she was genius. He wouldn’t have to wait until they arrived at their hotel room each night to get some. Though they had yet to test out the facilities, he was sure the back of the bus was roomy and comfortable enough for honeymooning. Their test run was an oversight he planned to remedy before they started their journey northeast.
“You can come out now,” Rebekah said to Eric after the delivery truck crunched out of the driveway and rumbled away.
“There’s something in here you need to take a look at,” Eric said, doing his best to sound concerned.
“If it’s your hard cock, I will not be amused,” she said as she opened the door.
She knew him too well, he decided as he glanced down at his crotch. “I don’t want it to amuse you,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Delight you. Thrill you. Give you earth-shattering orgasms. But not amuse you.”
“I’m a little stressed out at the moment,” she said. “What if I forgot to pack something?”
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, coaxed her into the minivan with him and then shut the door behind her. “The most important thing for our journey is this mattress,” he said, tumbling her beneath him. “And we haven’t even tested it out yet.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She linked her hands behind his neck. “If I forgot something, we can pick it up along the way. So ravish me, husband, but first, shut the curtains.”
He could reach most of them without even leaving her arms—the one in the far back and the longer set that separated the back of the bus from the front being the exceptions.
“You’re in charge of the front curtain,” she said as if they were conducting a drill. “I’ll get the back.”
They separated to complete their task, each crawling on hands and knees in opposite dir
ections. Apparently she was quicker than he was because before he’d finished tying the strings to hold the front curtains together, a hot mouth found the cool, sensitive flesh of his balls. She licked every inch of them she could reach from behind and then sucked one into her mouth. Her hand moved up between his legs to stroke his length. Pleasure rippling through him, Eric collapsed forward, the suitcase behind the seat catching his face so he didn’t completely topple off the mattress.
He heard a zipper release behind him as Rebekah used her free hand to remove her shorts.
Eric’s eyes flipped open as she released his nut with a loud