Author: Olivia Cunning

She shook her head.

“Well, there you have it. Just let me know when you’re ready. You know I’m willing and able. My dick is never limp.”

She laughed and lifted her head to look at him. “You promise not to lie if it feels weird? I don’t want you to lie about that either. Even to save my feelings.”

“I promise.”

And when he kissed her with incomparable tenderness, she knew he was the one to make her feel whole again.

Chapter 10

After the concert—which had been utterly phenomenal—Eric ducked behind the low, tiled wall in the shower room and peeked at Rebekah. She glanced at him briefly and winked before she turned her back and started to remove her clothes. She’d found him backstage after the show and asked if he really wanted to watch her in the shower. Well, duh, of course he did. She told him she wanted to pretend she didn’t know he was there until he couldn’t keep his hands off her and had to join her. She didn’t really need to instruct him on what she wanted him to do. That’s exactly how he would have responded to watching her shower.

Rebekah pulled her T-shirt over her head. She looked so sexy in her lacy white bra and blue jeans. Eric licked his lip and tried to keep his excitement contained. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them slowly down her thighs. She wriggled her hips as she bent at the waist to release one leg from her pants and then the other. She folded her clothes and put them on a bench, before reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Eric held his breath, waiting for a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Would her nipples be hard? Would it excite her to know he was watching? She kept her back to him when she removed her bra. She was so good at pretending he wasn’t there, he could almost believe that she was unaware of his presence.

She turned slightly, and he caught a brief glimpse of one pert breast and her flat belly. She twisted her shoulder-length hair and clipped it to the back of her head. Every movement was mesmerizing. Exposing her neck like that? Somewhat cruel. Her panties joined her pile of clothes on the bench, and then she approached one of the heads in the community shower. When the first blast of water struck her skin, she emitted a shriek of surprise. “C-cold!” She danced away from the water, and Eric chuckled.

She paused and turned in his direction. “Is someone there?”

Well, duh, she knew he was there, but he ducked behind the wall and pretended to hide.

“Guess not.” She reentered the stream of steaming water and sighed in contentment. She had one of those poofy things to spread liquid soap lather over her body. She dumped a healthy amount of soap on her poof and drew it slowly over her skin. Her arms. Her breasts. Her belly. Her breasts again. Transfixed, Eric watched, his hand pressed against his already bulging fly. He had to practice making himself last so she would teach him lessons on a regular basis. No matter how much he wanted to pull his throbbing cock free and stroke it while she soaped her body, he wouldn’t. Not yet. Must. Maintain. Control.

Damn, she sure didn’t make it easy.

Rebekah turned her back and bent to wash her shapely legs. He strained his neck to see the mysteries between her thighs. Still bending forward, she spread her labia with one hand and soaped her tender flesh with her poof. He could see everything, and though he knew no woman washed herself like that unless she wanted someone to see what she had to offer, it didn’t make it any less sexy.

Eric unfastened his pants and slid his hand into his underwear. He tugged his cock free and ran his hand gently up and down its length. What he really wanted was to plunge into the slick hole that Rebekah was washing quite thoroughly. He prayed she was ready for his possession soon. He wanted her more now that she’d told him about her problems than he’d ever wanted anyone. That she trusted him with such personal information meant the world to him.

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.

Eric kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips from the bench to remove his jeans and underwear.

She leaned over him, her fingertips skimming the length of his cock. His entire body jerked at her attention. “I know I said you weren’t going to get lesson two until tomorrow, but I’m going to be proven a liar. I am so going to suck your cock tonight. Probably more than once. I want your cum in my mouth. To taste it. To feel it hit the back of my throat. To swallow it.”

He groaned.

“Do you want that?”

He nodded.

She glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a lock on that door?”

Her words took awhile to register. Her close proximity and promises of coming in her mouth had all rational thought scattered with the wind.

“I’ll go check,” he said finally. He forced himself from the bench and staggered toward the door. It did have a deadbolt. After he locked it, he turned to find Rebekah back in the shower soaping her beautiful breasts. He watched her from across the room, completely transfixed by her motions and the way she pretended he wasn’t there. She was so perfect for him. Everything about her. Perfect. He’d never believed one person was tailor-made specifically for him until now. He was starting to think like Brian von Romantic de Retard. Pretty lame. Yet so totally not. Now that he knew what it felt like, it wasn’t lame at all. Eric approached the low wall slowly, never taking his eyes off Rebekah. He stood there for several minutes, watching her pluck her nipples impatiently until he couldn’t stand it and went to join her.

Rebekah gasped, as if surprised by Eric’s presence, and covered her soapy, wet breasts with her hands. “Oh, monsieur,” she said in a poor attempt at a French accent. “I apologize for my trespass in your private bathroom. How long have you been watching me enjoy the flow of water?”

“Far too long. I couldn’t stay away another minute.”

“I pray you will not punish me too harshly, monsieur. How will I ever escape such a devilishly handsome rake?”

Eric hesitated. “Rake? Like for leaves and junk?”

Rebekah tossed her head back and laughed until Eric thought she would pass out from lack of air. When she finally stopped howling with laughter, she wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped her teasing French accent. “I thought we could play one of those pretend games we talked about,” she whispered.

He instantly imagined her in a slutty nurse outfit in his mind’s eye. She could test his reflexes all night long as far as he was concerned. “Will this require thinking on my part? I’m way too turned on to think right now.”

“Well then, my handsome, devilish rake—meaning scoundrel, not leaf-gathering tool—maybe you should demand certain favors in return for this innocent young maiden’s safe release. She was trespassing in your private bathroom, after all. The least she can do is please you.”

“That’s pretty sleazy, even for me,” Eric said.

“It’s a game. Just go with it.”

“Okay, but don’t get mad at me for being more devil than rake.” He grinned, hoping he looked more devilish than sleazy. “Mademoiselle, there are consequences for trespassing in this part of… France?”

Rebekah nodded, grinning and totally out of character. “Please do not turn me in to the authorities, monsieur. I will do anything.”