Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(103)

Isaac reached for the toilet paper. Trey removed the condom and cleaned up in the sink.

"You need to tell Rebekah the truth," Trey pressed as he refastened his pants and secured his belt buckle.

Isaac hesitated. "Is that why you seduced me?"

Trey drew him into his arms. "I seduced you because I wanted you." Maybe that hadn't been his reason when he'd entered the bathroom, but it was true now. Trey kissed him, his tongue brushing Isaac's upper lip. "You're sexy, Isaac. Desirable."

"I am?" He glanced at him shyly.

"Yeah. I'd fuck you again right now if I had the time. I'll give you my number. We can get together again. Maybe I'll let you fuck me next time."

Isaac smiled. "I think I'd like that."

"And then I'll fuck you again. Harder next time, and you can cry out as loud as you want when you come."

"I know I'll like that."

"I'll even wear my tongue piercing for you."

Isaac gasped and fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket. "Here. Program your number in. I'll call you. Like tomorrow."

Trey took his phone and entered his number into its memory while Isaac cleaned up and rearranged his clothes. "Yeah, sure. I have plans for lunch tomorrow, but I'm free around dinnertime."

"Come over to my place. I'll cook for you."

"You cook?" Trey asked.

Isaac nodded vigorously. "What do you like?"

"Cherries … " He grinned wickedly. "But I'll eat anything." Trey kissed Isaac gently and pressed his cell phone back into his hand. "Tell Rebekah the truth. Promise me."

Isaac nodded slightly, and with that, Trey left the bathroom with a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step. He fucking loved deflowering virgins.



       
         
       
        





Chapter 28


Eric gave Trey an odd look when he returned to the table. Trey had the hugest, self-indulgent grin on his face. He'd obviously been up to something. This was Trey after all. He was always up to something.

"Where've you been?" Sed asked Trey.

"Making room for seconds," Trey said, his smile broadening further. He patted his flat belly with both hands.

Isaac sat down, wincing slightly as his butt settled in the chair. He glanced at Rebekah and blushed to the roots of his carefully arranged curls. Except his hair wasn't immaculate anymore. It looked as if someone had been running their fingers through it. Eric turned his attention back to Trey. Still grinning. And then back to Isaac. Still blushing.

No way. Those two couldn't possibly …  Eric shook his head to settle his thoughts somewhere other than the nearest gutter. Dr. Perfect and Trey Mills? It simply wasn't possible. They had been gone for twenty minutes. Odd that they returned at the same time. Eric caught Trey's eye, and he winked at Eric. Eric shot a pointed look in Isaac's direction, and Trey shrugged as if he didn't get what he was asking, but his smile never wavered.

Rebekah took Isaac's hand. "Are you okay? What took you so long? I was starting to worry."

"Oh nothing," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I'm feeling better now."

"Are you sick?"

Isaac glanced at Trey and blushed again. "Probably."

"Do you want to go?" Rebekah asked. "I can take you home."

He shook his head. "No. That would be rude. Your mother worked so hard to put this wonderful meal together, and your friends want to spend time with you."

"Think nothing of it," Mrs. B said. "If you're feeling poorly, you should go lie down, dear."

Eric wondered if she'd ever refer to him as dear. Not likely. Not even if he and Rebekah had still been together. Not that Rebekah would ever dump Dr. Perfect for him. Eric glanced at her, his heart in his throat, and then picked at his mashed potatoes.

"You're a fantastic cook, Mrs. B," Brian said. "Even better than my wife."

It earned him a glare from Myrna, but he hugged her and kissed her temple, and all was forgiven.

"You better eat more than that, Myr. You're eating for two now." With his fork, Brian poked a piece of ham on his plate and shifted it to hers. He then rubbed a hand over her flat stomach. She smiled at him, the love between them tangible. 

"Actually, I'm eating for one, plus a little bitty future rock god about the size of the tip of your finger."

"He's that small?"

Eric chuckled at the astonished expression on Brian's face.

"Yep," she said. "For now."

Brian touched Myrna's face tenderly, and Eric diverted his gaze so he didn't have to watch their PDA. "Maybe you'd rather have turkey," Brian said. "Sed, pass the turkey this way."