Masses of suds gathered at her mound and dripped down both thighs. Eric wished that white froth was his cum. Wished that finger she'd slipped inside her pussy was his cock. Wished-
"Are you really standing here jerking it?" Trey said. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
His fantasy shattered, Eric scowled and forced his cock into his pants. "Go away."
"She knows you're watching her."
"Yeah. So?"
"If you're too lame to accept that open invitation, I'll have to crash her party in your place."
Eric reached to grab Trey's shirt, but Trey was already striding toward Rebekah with a sexual confidence Eric knew he'd never match. Trey kicked off his shoes and socks and peeled his T-shirt over his head. He joined Rebekah in the shower still wearing his jeans.
Rebekah gasped in surprise and turned to look at him. "Trey?"
His arms slid around her back, and he drew her against his length, her breasts pressed against his naked chest. "You look lonely," he murmured. And then he kissed her. That son of a bitch.
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.