Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat by Olivia Cunning Read Free Book Online

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    Eric wedged an arm between Brian and Rebekah. “What about Myrna? Sheesh!”
    Brian released Rebekah, looking puzzled. “What do you mean? It’s all Myrna’s fault in the first place. She’s spoiled me so much with her cooking that I don’t think I can make myself eat the usual crap we consume on the road.”
    So Brian was just thinking about keeping his stomach happy? Eric wasn’t sure why Brian’s hug and platonic kiss pressed all his jealousy buttons. Maybe because Rebekah looked so pleased about it. Did she have a thing for Brian too? Lots of chicks wanted the Brian/Trey combination. Maybe that’s why she’d freaked out in the storage unit earlier. Maybe she’d wanted to be the filling in a Brian/Trey sandwich, and Eric had been the wrong kind of bread.
    Eric’s heart skipped a beat when she gripped his right hand in both of hers.
    She looked up at him, a twinkle in her blue eyes. “You’re going to help me, right, Eric?”
    “Help you?”
    “Yeah. You can cut vegetables and stuff, right?”
    Not exactly. He grinned regardless. He doubted he was capable of telling this woman no. “Sure.”
    Rebekah rummaged around in the refrigerator to take inventory.
    Eric couldn’t take his eyes off her ass as she bent at the waist and sorted through ingredients. He stood directly behind her, imagining his cock buried in her warm, slick depths. Her smooth, naked skin beneath his fingertips as she allowed his exploration. His possession. Her warmth against his thighs as he thrust deep. Deep. So deep that his balls pressed against her. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides to prevent himself from grabbing her and showing her the effect that little wiggle of her hips was having on his thoughts and his fly. It was probably a good thing she had that baggy sweatshirt on. If he could actually see her slim thighs and the division between them, his fist-clenching would have done little to keep his hands off her. She backed up unexpectedly, and her luscious little ass bumped into his thighs. He didn’t have the mental faculties to take a step back. Instead, his arms slid around her hips and pulled her closer. She stood upright.
    “Sorry about that,” she said.
    Even though she had to feel how hard he was against her lower back, she didn’t move away. She tilted her head back to look at him. “I should probably take off this baggy sweatshirt. It’s kind of a fire hazard.”
    As far as Eric was concerned, her body was a much greater fire hazard. He was definitely about to burst into flames. The sweatshirt brushed over his face as she lifted her arms and pulled it over her head. Her scent bombarded his senses. He bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Dear lord, he wanted her. Even more so when his gaze settled on the twin bumps of her nipples straining against her tank top. It took every shred of his willpower not to stroke them with his thumbs.
    “It is chilly in here,” she murmured, taking a deep breath that made her cleavage swell above the neckline of her top.
    “Fuckin’ A,” he groaned and lifted his hands with the intention of cupping those two succulent globes of flesh. Of rubbing those erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she begged him to suck them into his mouth and flick his tongue against them. Rebekah stepped away before he could claim his prize package.
    “How does roast sound?” she asked Brian.
    “Oh God, yes,” Brian murmured.
    Eric had forgotten the guys were even present. He glanced over his shoulder self-consciously. Had they noticed him pressing against their little cock tease of a soundboard operator? And enjoying it immensely? Her coyness might piss off Trey, but it had Eric entirely spellbound. His cheeks pink, Jace offered Eric a knowing grin. That would be one in the “totally noticed it” column. Brian seemed more interested in the lean roast Rebekah set on the counter.
    The consistent hum of the bus engine lowered several pitches as Sed directed the