Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

She grinned wickedly. “Of course.”

As soon as he sat in the chair and turned his attention to the TV, she began to rub her mound through her panties. So she didn’t really want to watch TV. She wanted to put on a little show. Hell yeah. He was more than ready to watch that.

She propped her feet on the coffee table and slid her hand into her panties. He couldn’t see what she was doing to herself inside those panties. Could only imagine her fingers sliding over her slick folds. Disappearing into her tight pu**y. Eric was instantly hard and ready to devour her. But he stayed in his chair and just watched.

Rebekah’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open as she continued to give herself pleasure just out of sight. Her ni**les strained against the lace of her bra. She moved her free hand to massage her breast and pinch her nipple through the fabric.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” Her back arched off the sofa, and she shuddered hard.

Eric winced and pressed a hand against his cock, throbbing inside his shorts. He hadn’t had sex in almost a week, and watching Rebekah get herself off had him on the verge of orgasm. She would have to help him regain his staying power.

“Take off your panties,” he requested breathlessly.

She cracked her eyes open to look at him. “You first.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

She chuckled. “You know what I mean. Show me your cock. Is it hard?”

“Have you ever known it not to be hard?”

She grinned. “Not often.”

“Well, it’s behaving in its typical manner right now.”

“I want to see.”

He unzipped his pants and lowered his underwear until his c**k sprang free.

“It’s definitely hard,” she said. “Make yourself come and I’ll take off my panties.”

“Take off your panties, and I’ll make myself come,” he countered.

She lifted her hips off the sofa and pulled her panties down. When she removed them, she opened her legs wide so he could see all that she’d kept hidden. He let his mind drift to fantasy. Pictured himself rubbing his c**k head in the slick moisture between her thighs, slipping inside her, retreating. His hand began to move over his cock.

“Stroke it faster,” she requested.

He obeyed.

“Harder.”

Yes, harder.

“Faster, baby, faster.”

“I want to be inside you.”

She slid a finger into her pu**y. “Like this?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to come inside me?”

He bit his lip and nodded, almost ready to explode.

“Come here.”

He moved from the chair and knelt between her open legs.

“Take me,” she whispered.

He rubbed his c**k over her opening, teasing her. Making her want it.

“Oh,” she gasped when he slipped the head into her hot body.

He bit his lip and watched as he f**ked her shallow, inserting just the head before withdrawing completely and slipping in just an inch again. She wriggled her hips, tempting him to take her deeper, but he refused. He continued to thrust into her a few inches, knowing if he plunged deep he’d come.

Rebekah moved her hand between her legs and stroked her clit, rotating her hips to stimulate his c**k head each time he thrust into her.

“That actually feels really good,” she gasped, “but it makes me want you so bad. Ah, God, Eric, just a little deeper. Please.”

He gave her another inch, but still pulled out completely with each thrust.

Her excited cries had him by the balls. Lured him deeper. He lost control and thrust deep. She moved her hand out of the way so he could rub his groin against her clit as he drove himself into her over and over and over again. When she cried out and her pu**y clenched around him, he let go, still pumping into her body as he came.

He collapsed against her and nuzzled her neck. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “Rebekah.”

Chapter 29

The next afternoon, Rebekah kissed Eric and smiled up at him. They had skipped lunch at Brian’s house to stay in bed for another six hours. She had been tempted to stay there all day, but she had a few things she needed to take care of. All Eric could talk about was buying her an engagement ring. And she was going to let him.

“Do you want me to pick it out, or do you want to help me?” he asked.

She couldn’t even imagine the ginormous ring he’d end up buying. She’d have to walk around with her hand in a vault. “I’m sure you’ll go way overboard if you pick it out yourself. I’m going to pack some stuff at my mom’s house. How about I meet you at the mall for dinner, and we can go shopping afterward?”

“Okay.”

She kissed him again and hugged him for several minutes. She honestly did not want to let him go. Ever. But she’d eventually need clothes. And she missed the weight of her butterfly necklace and bracelet against her skin as a constant reminder that Eric thought she was beautiful.

Rebekah climbed into her car, and after waving good-bye, she headed toward her parents’ house. She knew there would be a confrontation with her mother. She was looking forward to it. To standing up to the woman who had tried to rule her life for twenty-seven years. Yet part of her wanted to curl into her protective shell and sneak back to Eric and never confront the woman at all.

When she let herself into the house, her mother was standing in the foyer. “You spent the night with him, didn’t you? That dirty rock star.”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t sleep in my car.” She tried to walk around her mother, but she grabbed Rebekah’s arm.

“You’ll be lucky if Isaac will ever take you back now. You didn’t have sex with that man, did you?”

“Multiple times, Mother. We’re getting married.”

Her mother’s pupils dilated. Rebekah’s heart thudded with fear. “You are not marrying him. You are marrying Isaac. He told me last night that you said you would marry him.”

“I said that over a year ago. Before we broke up.”

“He was in tears.”

“Tears?”

“Yes, tears. He said he has never loved a woman the way he loves you, and the thought of losing you was tearing him up inside.”

Isaac had cried in front of her mother? What in the world was his damage?

“I’m sorry I have to hurt him, Mom, but I don’t love him. I love Eric.”

“I don’t care who you love, you’re marrying Isaac.”