Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(12)

She jerked her mouth from Eric's and moaned, "No."

"Yes," Trey whispered into her ear. "You mean yes. Say yes, Rebekah."

"Yes," she gasped.

"That's a good girl." Trey looked over Rebekah's shoulder at Eric. "Please tell me you have a couple condoms on you. I got nuthin' with me."

Condoms? Why did he need a couple condoms? She was especially confused by his need for more than one. When realization struck her, Rebekah's entire body stiffened. Trey thought she'd do that? Here? With him and with Eric? Simultaneously? Was that even possible? How would they …  Take turns? Or would they both …  Rebekah's heart thudded so hard she expected it to burst right through her sternum.

"Let me go," she whispered.

"Shh, shh, sweetheart, we've got you," Trey murmured. His warm breath against her ear sent shivers of delight down her spine. "Just relax. We'll make you feel so good."

Panic setting in, Rebekah struggled for her freedom. Eric took a step back and lowered her feet to the ground. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he murmured. He removed his hands from her butt and moved one to cup her face.



       
         
       
        

The strange thing was that somewhere inside she did want to. She wanted Trey to slide his cock up her ass and Eric's to plunge upward into her hot, achy pussy. Thrusting into her. Together. It wasn't that idea that made her stop them, but the thought that they'd find out. That they'd know. Know she wasn't whole anymore.

Isaac had stood beside her all through her cancer treatments and surgery. Been endlessly patient and understanding while she'd healed. When they'd finally gotten intimate again, he'd lost his erection, saying she felt weird inside. So weird that he hadn't wanted her anymore. She supposed she couldn't blame him. He'd wanted kids. She couldn't give them to him no matter how much she wanted to. And now, she couldn't help but think that no man would ever want her. Sure, they might when they didn't know the truth about her, but as soon as they found out her womb had been taken …

Rebekah couldn't stop shaking. She felt like she was going

to collapse.

"I d-don't want to," she whispered. A lie. But better than them finding out and making her feel the way Isaac had made her feel. Empty. Useless.

"Cock tease," Trey muttered under his breath. He pushed away from her and stormed out of the garage.

Rebekah watched him stalk off, not sure why it upset her so much. "He'll hate me now," she whispered.

"He'll get over it." Eric wrapped an arm around her back and rubbed her upper arm encouragingly. "You okay? You're shaking all over."

She swallowed her threatening tears and nodded. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to calm herself. Eric's steady strength comforted her more than he could possibly realize. That he didn't demand to know why she was so upset and stupid won the guy so many brownie points, he could have led every Girl Scout troop in the contiguous forty-eight states. Not that she could ever mistake him for a girl. Not after feeling that stone-hard cock against her mound. And he was still threatening to bust the zipper of his pants. Not that she was staring at it or anything.

"So you got her started?" he asked.

Rebekah jerked and tore her eyes off the bulge in Eric's pants, erm, her shoes to glance at him in question. "Huh?"

"My car."

She smiled, grateful for the subject change. It helped her bury all the hurt and distract her from the white elephant in his pants, erm, in the room. "Yeah, she started right up."

"She must really like you." 

Rebekah's smile broadened. "You think so?"

"Oh yeah. She has excellent taste in women."

Rebekah felt her cheeks grow pink. "Has she started for a lot of women then?" Surely a handsome, successful musician like Eric Sticks had a harem of women at his disposal. She glanced at him and found him staring at her through half-closed lids. Her nipples pebbled under his attention. She swallowed and averted her gaze. Even when Trey had been stroking her breasts, her nipples hadn't gotten that hard. Why Eric? There was no denying he was handsome, but Trey …  Whoa. She'd always thought Trey Mills was finer than Royal Copenhagen china. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe some Corelle dinnerware was more practical. Maybe Eric could be her everyday dish, and she could take Trey out for special occasions. If ever. He'd sure look nice in her china cabinet stored safely behind the glass.

Eric grinned, obviously unaware that she was mentally comparing him to tableware. "My baby doesn't kiss and tell."