Normally, when Eric watched one of his bandmates engage with a woman, it excited him. But watching Trey kiss Rebekah didn’t excite him. It pissed him off. He was stalking toward them before he knew what he was doing. He grabbed Trey’s arm and yanked him away from Rebekah’s submissive form. What the fuck? After she’d opened her heart to him, she still wanted Trey?
“Get your goddamned hands off her,” Eric said.
With an impish gleam in his eye, Trey grinned at him crookedly. “Why should I?”
“Because I don’t want you to touch her. If you touch her again, I’ll… I’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
Eric’s hands balled into fists. “I’ll kick your ass.”
“I don’t mind if he kisses me,” Rebekah said.
Eric felt as if someone had taken a branding iron to his heart.
“But Eric and I have a deal,” she added.
“A deal?” Trey questioned.
“So if he doesn’t want me to kiss you, or touch you—” Rebekah ran a hand down Trey’s belly and over the bulge in his jeans, “—or suck your cock while he watches, then I won’t.”
Eric faltered between being really pissed off at Trey for infringing on what he already considered his territory, and being really turned on by the thought of Rebekah on her knees sucking his cock in the shower. Not Trey’s cock. His.
“I’d rather Trey leave and you kiss me. Touch me. Suck…”
“You?”
He nodded.
She grinned. “No can do. Your next lesson isn’t until tomorrow.”
“Lesson?” Trey questioned. He was still holding her loosely.
Water from the shower poured between their naked torsos.
“Part of our agreement,” Rebekah said. “Sorry, Trey. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Eric stifled a relieved sigh. He would rather her have ask Trey to leave because she wasn’t interested in him, but Eric would take what he could get.
“Since when would you rather participate than watch?” Trey asked Eric.
“I still like to watch. Just not with you,” Eric said. “Or anyone else for that matter.”
Trey surprised him by smiling. “Good. My work here is finished.” He released Rebekah and sloshed out of the shower in his wet jeans. “Make me proud, buddy.”
Huh?
Trey retrieved his discarded clothes and shoes and left the locker room.
“Where were we?” Rebekah asked.
“I believe you were washing yourself, and I was touching myself.”
“You were touching yourself?”
Her hand slid into the front of his jeans and brushed against his cock. His underwear separated their skin, but that didn’t stop him from drawing a breath through his teeth.
“Show me, Eric. I want to see.”
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself with her this close, he went to the bench where she’d stowed her clothes and sat down. “Make me want you, Rebekah,” Eric murmured.
“How?”
“You really don’t have to do anything but stand there.”
So she stood there, hands on both hips, water coursing over her gorgeous body, and it was more than enough to make him want her.
“Take your clothes off,” she said. “I want to see all of you.”
She approached him and pulled his sweaty T-shirt over his head.
If anyone needed a shower after a live show, it was him.
“Now your pants,” she said, her fingertips trailing down one side of his chest to his rib cage. She snagged his nipple ring on the way down and tugged it just hard enough to make his belly tighten.
Eric kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips from the bench to remove his jeans and underwear.
She leaned over him, her fingertips skimming the length of his cock. His entire body jerked at her attention. “I know I said you weren’t going to get lesson two until tomorrow, but I’m going to be proven a liar. I am so going to suck your cock tonight. Probably more than once. I want your cum in my mouth. To taste it. To feel it hit the back of my throat. To swallow it.”
He groaned.
“Do you want that?”
He nodded.
She glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a lock on that door?”
Her words took awhile to register. Her close proximity and promises of coming in her mouth had all rational thought scattered with the wind.
“I’ll go check,” he said finally. He forced himself from the bench and staggered toward the door. It did have a deadbolt. After he locked it, he turned to find Rebekah back in the shower soaping her beautiful breasts. He watched her from across the room, completely transfixed by her motions and the way she pretended he wasn’t there.
She was so perfect for him. Everything about her. Perfect. He’d never believed one person was tailor-made specifically for him until now. He was starting to think like Brian von Romantic de Retard.
Pretty lame. Yet so totally not. Now that he knew what it felt like, it wasn’t lame at all. Eric approached the low wall slowly, never taking his eyes off Rebekah. He stood there for several minutes, watching her pluck her nipples impatiently until he couldn’t stand it and went to join her.
Rebekah gasped, as if surprised by Eric’s presence, and covered her soapy, wet breasts with her hands. “Oh, monsieur,” she said in a poor attempt at a French accent. “I apologize for my trespass in your private bathroom. How long have you been watching me enjoy the flow of water?”
“Far too long. I couldn’t stay away another minute.”
“I pray you will not punish me too harshly, monsieur. How will I ever escape such a devilishly handsome rake?”
Eric hesitated. “Rake? Like for leaves and junk?”
Rebekah tossed her head back and laughed until Eric thought she would pass out from lack of air. When she finally stopped howling with laughter, she wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped her teasing French accent. “I thought we could play one of those pretend games we talked about,” she whispered.
He instantly imagined her in a slutty nurse outfit in his mind’s eye. She could test his reflexes all night long as far as he was concerned. “Will this require thinking on my part? I’m way too turned on to think right now.”
“Well then, my handsome, devilish rake—meaning scoundrel, not leaf-gathering tool—maybe you should demand certain favors in return for this innocent young maiden’s safe release. She was trespassing in your private bathroom, after all. The least she can do is please you.”
“That’s pretty sleazy, even for me,” Eric said.
“It’s a game. Just go with it.”
“Okay, but don’t get mad at me for being more devil than rake.” He grinned, hoping he looked more devilish than sleazy.
“Mademoiselle, there are consequences for trespassing in this part of… France?”
Rebekah nodded, grinning and totally out of character. “Please do not turn me in to the authorities, monsieur. I will do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, yes, anything.”
“I require but one kiss,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around her to draw her near.
“That’s it?” she said, losing her accent again.
“It is more than any leaf-gathering tool deserves.” He lowered his head and kissed her. She tasted like pure heaven. Her soft curves pressed against his hard chest. He filled his hands with her slick flesh and allowed himself to sample every inch of her mouth. Something had changed between them. There was a mutual trust. A bond. It had spawned from her confession about her brush with cancer and her limp-dicked ex-boyfriend. Eric vowed to never do anything to upset that trust. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare her away.