Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(20)

"Trying to have kids? No way in hell. I don't want any kids. Not my idea of a good time."

Rebekah's avatar met an untimely end as she took her eyes off the TV to look at Trey. He didn't want kids? She was just the woman not to give them to him. 

"I love kids," Eric said. "They're so much fun."

Rebekah scowled. Her avatar regenerated on screen, and she blasted an unlucky alien to bits.





Chapter 7


In the darkness, Rebekah rolled onto her back and stared at the bunk overhead. Trey slept up there. She could hear his soft snores. He hadn't spoken a word to her all evening. She'd had fun with the other guys, but Trey was obviously avoiding her. She rolled onto her side, restless and horny. She regretted making Trey and Eric stop their combined seduction more and more with each passing minute. Maybe they wouldn't notice that her body was weird. It had been almost two years since her surgery. Maybe things were better now. How could she know if she didn't try?

Feeling claustrophobic in her little curtained bunk, she tugged the curtain back. Across the way, the light in Eric's bunk was on. He looked up from the book he was reading. When she tried to see the title on the spine, he shifted it so she couldn't read it. The tease. Like her. Did Trey really think she was a cock tease? She hadn't meant to be. It had just sort of happened that way.

Thinking about what had almost transpired in the garage made her skin hot. And being on a bus with five virile men all evening didn't do much to cool her off. She kicked off her covers and rolled onto her back again. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head enough to catch Eric watching her. She followed his piercing gaze to her cleavage. The way he looked at her made her want to feed his desire. Maybe she should try sex with Eric. He'd probably be less critical of her body than Trey would be. She wasn't sure what compelled her to tug her loose tank top down until one bare nipple appeared above the neckline. Eric's excited gasp made that nipple bud into a hardened point.

Jeez, why did her nipples get hard every time that guy looked at them? Annoyed, she rubbed a hand over her breast, trying to get her reaction under control. It only managed to make her nipple harder. Probably because it felt so good. Damn, she was horny. Her sex drive had been nonexistent for almost two years. This was a welcome, though unexpected, change.

Eric's book tumbled to the floor, and she looked down at it. Shakespeare? Really? She glanced at him and found him watching her with a look of unquenchable desire on his ruggedly handsome face. Did he like watching her rub her own breast that much?

She plucked at her nipple with her fingertips to see how Eric would react. He shifted in his bunk and took a deep, shuddering breath. If she kept going, would he get excited enough to touch himself? She licked her lips. Their eyes met. She wanted him to become so aroused that he couldn't help but touch himself.

She used her toes to yank her curtain open farther. She then pulled her top down in front until both breasts were fully exposed. Pretending she wasn't putting on a little show for Eric, she pressed her breasts together, rubbed them with her palms, and plucked at her nipples until they were both standing at rigid attention. She licked her fingers and slid the wetness over her pebbled flesh. She wondered what Eric's strong fingers would feel like against her nipples. The memory of his thumb against her lower back and the instep of her foot had her attempting to copy his technique. She cupped one breast in each hand and rubbed her thumbs over both nipples in firm, repetitive circles. While no substitute for the real thing, it did feel good. Knowing he was watching her made it feel a thousand times better. Her eyes drifted closed, head tilted back, mouth dropped open. "Oh, yes," she whispered.



       
         
       
        

Across the aisle, Eric gasped brokenly.

Did he think she was sexy? Or just pathetic?

"Eric." She hadn't meant to say his name. She bit her lip and peeked at him through one half-closed eye.

His blue eyes were glazed with desire. For her? She slid a finger into her mouth and sucked. He pressed his tongue against his upper lip then eased his curtain open, revealing a hard-muscled, long, and lean torso. He had perfectly sculpted arms, shoulders, and chest. A drummer's body. She could see the hint of his washboard abs. A small ring pierced one nipple. Unfortunately, the curtain obscured his lower body. Was he entirely naked? She wished he would open his curtain and let her see the rest of his body. His cock. She wanted to see it. Was he hard?

She slid her finger into her mouth to wet it. She then rubbed it over her aching nipple and down the center of her belly. Eric's chest rose and fell with excited breaths. He shifted and fumbled with something behind the curtain below his waist. He sucked a breath between his teeth, and his eyes drifted closed in bliss. Oh God, was he touching himself now? She couldn't see what he was doing below the waist, but his arm was moving rhythmically.