Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(58)

"She's one of a kind."

"I'm experimenting," Rebekah explained quietly. "He needs to come every couple hours for it to work."



       
         
       
        

"It's working really well so far," Eric said with a grin. He stroked her hair lovingly.

Jon burst out laughing. "You're fucking kidding me! How did you trick her into that arrangement, Sticks? I need to take notes."

"He didn't trick me," Rebekah said. "It was my idea. Sorry if it bothered you, Jon. I'll try to be more discreet in the future. Can I borrow your jacket to cover his lap next time?"

"What? You're going to make him come inside my jacket! Fuckin' sick."

Eric got to chuckling, and he couldn't stop for several minutes. "I should have brought Brian's lucky hat."

Rebekah pressed a hand against his belly so she could move far enough away to look at him. "Brian's lucky hat?"

"Yeah. Myrna gave Brian a hand job on Jace's motorcycle one night. Apparently, she used his lucky hat to cover the evidence, and he came all over the inside."

"And you have it?" Rebekah asked, looking perplexed.

"He gave it to me. Tricked me into wearing it as a joke. I didn't know what was in it at first, but Jace is weak to purple nurples. And I had sticky stuff in my hair." He laughed again.

"Didn't it piss you off that he made you wear it?" Rebekah asked.

"Nah. All in good fun. I fuck with those guys all the time. Only fair that they get me back on occasion."

"That's sick, man," Jon said. "You had Sinclair's cum in your hair?"

"What? You jealous? You've been subjected to worse, Mallory. Remember that time Sed gave you a brown bottle of some roadie's chew spit? You took a big ol' drink thinking it was beer."

"How can I forget? I puked for like two hours straight."

"Into a garbage can behind a stadium." Eric snorted. "Fucking hilarious!"

"The good ol' days," Jon said, grinning broadly. "I tried to get Sed back by filling his water bottle in the toilet, but he never fell for it. Bought his own bottle of water out of a vending machine that night. Like he fucking knew what I was up to."

"I have never had a prank work on Sed," Eric said. "I don't even bother to try anymore."

"It would be awesome to get him. Just once," Jon said.

"Yeah," Eric agreed. "He's too fucking cool for his own good." 

"You guys are so bad," Rebekah said, shaking her head at them.

"You could help us get him, Rebekah. Sed would never suspect you," Jon said.

"No way. In case you forgot, Sed's my boss."

"I'm your boss too," Eric said.

"So you're fucking Eric in the hopes that you'll get a raise?" Jon laughed. "I knew she had some ulterior motive."

"Nope. I'm fucking him because he gives me fantastic orgasms."

She looked at Eric and smiled. Eric's heart turned into a big puddle of mush. "I'm going to make you come so hard later,"

he whispered.

"Why not right now?" she whispered back.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little controller. The slender plastic wire disappeared down the front of her pants. He examined the controller. It was the one that went to the butterfly-shaped clit stimulator he'd bought her the night before. Eric flushed and leaned closer to her ear. "You're wearing it right now?"

She grinned crookedly. "Not telling."

He switched on the remote, and her body jerked. A faint hum came from inside the crotch of her jeans. He switched it off again. Her body relaxed.

"It's a long ride to Austin," he murmured.

"That's why I wore it," she whispered.

He kissed her passionately, wondering why they had ever left the hotel room.

Eric switched on the butterfly again, and he felt its vibration against his thigh where her hip was pressed against him. "I don't think you have it in the right spot. It's supposed to buzz your clit."

She laughed. "That's my cell phone."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and wrinkled her adorable little nose as she read the display screen. "It's my mother."

Eric shut off Rebekah's clit stimulator so fast that he feared it would never work properly again.

Rebekah answered her phone. "Hey, Mom. What's up?"

Eric caught snatches of the woman's tirade. " … saw what kind of sleazy individuals you're working for …  no place for a decent woman …  come home right now …  your father …  blah, blah, blah … "