Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

Her soapy poof moved lower. She squatted to soap his hips and thighs. The head of his c**k disappeared into her hot little mouth. She sucked it gently, sending waves of pleasure rippling along his shaft while she soaped his balls and soaped them and soaped them. By the time she was done washing them, he was certain there had never been a cleaner set of balls on the planet. He was also certain that there was nothing hotter than his woman in a wet T-shirt looking at him with adoration while she sucked his cock.

Control took a backseat to need.

He bent to grab her by both arms. She let his c**k pop free of her tight suction, and he hauled her to her feet. He had to f**k her. Immediately. None of the emotional, tender lovemaking that had occurred the night before. No. This would be dirty. And rough. He was much too excited to be gentle.

He grabbed her face between both palms and kissed her hard and deep. She didn’t protest, even when he pressed her against the wall and moved his hands to squeeze her br**sts.

She jerked her head to the side. “Rip it off me,” she demanded.

He was no Hulk Hogan. He couldn’t tear a T-shirt apart with his bare hands. Or could he? He noticed that she’d cut the neckband, so he could rip it off her. The sexy little vixen had planned it from the start. He grabbed the fabric and pulled in both directions. It gave way with a satisfying rip. Her br**sts tumbled free, and he gasped. He grabbed them and massaged them roughly. He needed to be inside her. Needed to f**k her.

Eric lifted her off the shower floor and propped her against the tile wall. Water coursed down his body in thick rivulets. He surged forward seeking her slick heat, but he didn’t find it. Gritting his teeth, he cursed and tried again. Rebekah reached between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and directed it home. He thrust into her.

Hard.

Harder.

He wanted her to feel him. For it to be impossible for her to ignore him. His excitement brought him to the brink of orgasm quickly, but he wasn’t ready to come. He wanted to keep going for hours. Unfortunately, gravity wasn’t in agreement. His strength waning, Rebekah slipped down the wall.

He grunted in protest when he could no longer find the leverage to thrust and had to pull out. She turned around and bent forward, presenting her backside. “Put it back in, Eric. I want it so bad.”

He found her easy this time, thrusting into her fast and hard from behind. She arched her back so he could hold onto her br**sts while he plunged into her repeatedly.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Her cries echoed off the tile walls as she found release.

Eric pulled out at the last second and watched as he spurt across her lower back. She reached behind her and smeared his cum over the name tattooed on her skin. His name.

He gasped as he watched her. Could this woman possibly get any sexier? Could he love her any more than he did at that moment? He didn’t think it was possible.

He drew her against his length. His belly against her back, the tattered remains of the T-shirt between them, he kissed her neck while he rubbed her br**sts and belly. He eventually retrieved the poof from the shower floor, and they took turns washing each other. Touching, kissing, a bit of nibbling. When she was squeaky clean, she stepped away.

“Your next present is in the green bedroom,” she whispered and climbed out of the shower. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her amazing little body. He shut off the water and didn’t even bother with a towel. Soaking wet, Eric padded down the hallway to the spare bedroom, which had been decorated in sage green. On the bed was a rectangular box—white with a red ribbon. He read the tag. Happy 3rd Birthday, sweetheart. Open this when you’d like tea service.

Tea service? He didn’t have any idea what could be in the box. He wasn’t sure if he wanted tea service or not, but he was curious. He opened the gift and found a beautiful silk robe. It was white and decorated with small pink flowers. He lifted it out of the box and held it up to his chest. If he put it on, it wouldn’t even cover his ass. He didn’t want to hurt Rebekah’s feelings or anything, but… Um? It was a bit feminine. He couldn’t imagine ever wearing it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Rebekah said from the doorway.

“Yeah. I just don’t think it’s me.”

She laughed. “You’re not supposed to wear it. I am.”

He released a relieved breath. “Oh thank God. I was starting to worry you wanted me in drag.”

She took the robe from him. “I’ll go slip into this and make the tea.” She opened a side table drawer and pulled out another box. “You open this. Happy fourth birthday.” She kissed him and handed him the box before leaving the room.

This box was relatively small, long, and flat. Inside he found a fan belt and a note that said, As soon as we get the Camaro running, I challenge you to a race. At the bottom of the box, he found a gift certificate from a local racetrack for one hour of private usage. “Rebekah!” he shouted. “This is so awesome!”

He turned to find her standing in the doorway, dressed in the beautiful robe. It was one of those Japanese ones. A komodo or something like that. A thick red sash tied around her middle made her waist look impossibly tiny. Her feet and sexy legs were bare. She kept her eyes downcast as she walked with small steps into the room. On a tray she carried a teapot, a small cup, and a white vase with a red flower.

“Whoa,” Eric said, setting the box in his hand on the nightstand. “You look so… delicate.” Nice save on not calling her adorable. “Thanks for the gift certificate. I can’t wait to race you.”

She nodded slightly and blushed, keeping her gaze lowered. He wasn’t sure why, but her acting all shy and demure was kind of sexy.

“Please, sit,” she said quietly.

He sat. The hardwood floors were cold against his bare ass, but his blood ran hot and he’d surely be overheated in no time.

She set the tray on the floor and retrieved a quilt from a wooden rack at the end of the bed. She placed it on the floor and encouraged Eric to move onto it. Kneeling beside him, she poured tea from the pot into the tiny cup. When she handed it to him, her fingertips brushed his. That seemingly accidental touch streaked up his arm and sent a shiver down his spine. She kept her eyes downcast, her body tense, as if he made her nervous. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that he found her little act sexy. He found everything she did a total turn-on. He took a sip of the tea and it burned the hair off his tonsils.

Eyes watering, Eric sputtered and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s a tad hot,” he breathed.