Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

“Oh Eric, I’ve been waiting forever to see you,” she crooned. “I didn’t think you’d ever come outside.”

“Um, okay, sorry,” he said, trying to untangle her arms from around his neck. He remembered a time when the occasional lust-crazed fan made his entire week. Now he just wanted to get the f**k away from her before she discovered his arousal. She rubbed up against him and chuckled. Too late. Now he’d never convince her to leave him alone.

“Is that for me?” she asked, her hand sliding down his belly to his crotch.

“No, actually, it’s not. Could you—” He grabbed her wrist to move her hand.

“Let me suck you off,” she said huskily. “I want a picture of me with your c**k down my throat.” She handed him her camera phone and reached for the top button of his jeans.

“Whoa, no!” he gasped and jerked away. “Here.” He shoved her phone into her hand and pounded on the side of the bus so they’d open the door and let him in. Besides, it was f**king cold outside, and he didn’t have his jacket.

“Don’t be shy,” the girl said, plastering herself to his back and rubbing his c**k through his pants. “You’re super hard, baby. I know you want me.”

“Stop touching me like that,” he demanded, grateful when the bus door finally opened. He climbed onboard and found the entire band was already inside. When the girl tried to follow, Sed came to stand at the head of the stairs. The girl took one look at him, went white as a sheet, and ran off. Eric didn’t bother to ask why. He was glad to be rid of her.

“Where’ve you been, Sticks?” Sed asked. “We’ve been waiting for you so we can leave.”

“Rebekah’s not ready yet. She’s still packing up equipment.”

“She can ride on the pigsty bus with the other roadies,” Sed said. “We need to get home. I know you get laid every two hours, but I’m about to explode.”

Brian nodded in agreement. Jace was blushing and texting on his cell phone feverishly, which meant he and Aggie were sexting each other again.

“I’m good,” Trey said around his lollipop. Undoubtedly, he’d gotten a little action after the show.

“I’ll go tell her to hurry,” Eric said and sprinted off the bus. No way in hell was he riding on a bus for fourteen hours without her. He didn’t know how the other guys handled being away from their respective ladies for days and weeks at a time.

He almost bumped into Rebekah as she hurried out of the building carrying a case. He scooped it out of her hands. “Let me get that.”

“You are supposed to be wait—”

“Eric, come on or we’re leaving without you!” Sed yelled from the tour bus.

“Are you almost finished?” he asked her. “If you don’t hurry, we’ll be forced to ride on the pigsty bus.”

“The guys are going to load all the stuff. I was on my way to deliver your punishment and thought I could drop off that case on my way.”

He slid the case into the back of the moving van, lifted her onto his shoulder, and headed for the bus.

“Eric, this is no way to treat your teacher. You are in big trouble.” He heard the laughter in her voice and couldn’t wait to see how much trouble he could get into before they made it to the bus.

He paddled her rump playfully. “I’m guessing the naughtier I behave, the more I’m going to enjoy this.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I’ll make you wait for it.”

“You wouldn’t! You make me write all that kinky stuff, get me all worked up, and then you’re going to let me suffer?”

“I haven’t gotten the chance to read it all yet.”

He set her down on the bottom step. “Can I have a kiss before you start abusing me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s cold out here,” she said, staring into his eyes. For once he wasn’t looking down at her; they were eye to eye. And despite the chill in the air, he felt himself melting under her heated gaze. “I love you.”

He wondered if she’d like a new wristwatch or perfume or a yacht or a private island in the Caribbean or something. She kissed him before he could say he loved her back, but she knew how he felt. How could she not? Their tender kiss quickly turned heated.

He was tugging on her clothes.

She was tugging on his hair.

He pressed her against him so he could feel her soft br**sts against his chest. His hands slid down to her luscious little ass. He found his paper in her back pocket. Maybe he should take it back before she got the chance to read it. Somewhere in that essay, he’d admitted some pretty embarrassing desires he had for a certain bandmate’s college professor wife. Rebekah had pushed that button by bringing up the naughty schoolboy scenario. Myrna Sinclair always made Eric feel like a naughty schoolboy. He just hadn’t recognized how much he’d wanted her to exert her authority over him until he’d started writing his essay to Rebekah. He no longer had an interest in Myrna fulfilling that fantasy. Not when he had Rebekah. She didn’t fulfill one of his fantasies. She fulfilled them all.

Someone cleared his throat somewhere above them. Eric forced his lips from Rebekah’s and glanced at Sed, who looked ready to strangle him. “Are you saying good-bye or what?” Sed asked gruffly.

“Nope, we were making out,” Rebekah said. “His sexiness overwhelms me sometimes, and I have to kiss him.” Eric would have thought she was joking, but she maintained a completely straight face. Rebekah turned and trotted up the steps. Eric followed, knowing he was a slave to his desire for this woman, but not much caring at the moment.

He followed her to the bedroom. When they reached the door, she turned to look at him. “Wait here,” she said sternly. “I’ll come get you after I read your essay.”

She let herself in the bedroom and closed the door in his face. She was totally going to leave him hanging. He just knew it. He sighed resolutely and went to sit at the dining table across from Jace, preparing for a horrible case of blue balls.

“You texting Aggie?” Eric asked and shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

Jace jumped as if he’d shot him. And the guy knew what that felt like from experience. Jace flushed and then tucked his cell phone under the table. “She misses me.” He grinned.

Eric reached across the table and slugged him in the shoulder. “We should hang out over the break.”