Author: Olivia Cunning

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and Brian wandered out.

“How’s she doing?” Sed asked.

“She’s fine. Cussed me out when I told her I wanted to cancel tomorrow night’s show to see her.”

“That sounds like her,” Sed said and chuckled. “Is she going to fly in to see you then?”

Brian shook his head. “She said we’ll see each other at Thanksgiving.”

“That’s only two weeks,” Rebekah said, hoping he’d stop looking so fucking miserable. The man was intense in every imaginable way. He played his guitar intensely. Loved his wife intensely. Experienced emotions intensely. Rebekah bet he was one hell of an intense lover. She flushed at her thoughts and cuddled closer to Eric, who wasn’t exactly intense, but definitely enthusiastic.

“It’s sure to be the longest two weeks of my life,” Brian murmured. He glanced around. “Where’s Trey?”

“Sulking in the bathroom,” Sed told him. “We have got to find that guy someone to love.”

“He has a different someone to love every night,” Eric said with a chuckle.

“And that’s his problem.”

No, his problem was that he already had someone to love, and that someone didn’t return the sentiment. Rebekah didn’t say it, but she was pretty sure everyone except Brian was thinking it.

Brian sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Hey, Brian,” Rebekah said and eased out of Eric’s embrace to sit up on the table again.

Brian turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised in question.

She smiled brightly and met his intense gaze. “You’re going to be a daddy.”

He beamed, all his troubles flowing away in an instant. “I’m going to be a daddy!” He tossed the bathroom door open. “Hey, Trey! I’m going to be a daddy!”

“Fuck off.”

“That is not the appropriate response.”

Brian yanked Trey into the corridor by one arm and forced him into a headlock. Trey poked Brian in the ribs, hooked his leg around Brian’s ankle, and took him to the floor. Rebekah giggled as they wrestled, not sure why watching them go at it made her hungry for sex. Eventually, they stopped wrestling and lay in a tangled heap on the floor laughing.

“What’s the appropriate response, Trey?” Brain asked.

His head pinned to Brian’s chest, Trey wrapped an arm around Brian’s abdomen and gave him a squeeze. “Congratulations,” Trey said breathlessly. “Daddy.”

Brian placed a hand on Trey’s head and pressed him closer to his chest. “I hope my son’s smart like his mother and not a knucklehead like the two of us.”

Trey squeezed his eyes shut and clung to Brian as if he planned to never let him go.

Chapter 20

Rebekah had never been more exhausted in her life. Tonight was their last show before a six-week break centered around Thanksgiving and Christmas. She was pretty sure she would need every day of those six weeks just to recover from their grueling tour schedule. Carefully winding a power cord so the soundboard could be put on the truck, she paused when she felt someone’s presence behind her.

“Uh, Rebekah?”

Rebekah spun around to look at Marcus, her eyes wide in question.

“I sort of owe you an apology,” he murmured, his eyes downcast. “I found this a few weeks ago and forgot to return it.”

He pulled a spiral-bound notebook from under his sweatshirt and held it out to her. It was Dave’s collection of notes that she’d misplaced her first night on the job.

“That would have come in handy when I had no idea what I was doing,” she said, “but I don’t need it now.”

“Dave’s a genius,” Marcus said, still not meeting her eyes. “I thought I would be the best choice to take his place, but…”

She waited for him to continue. He looked up, and his pug-like eyes met hers steadily. “But…” he said, “you’re good at what you do. The band sounds awesome. I’m not sure if Dave could have done any better.”

Rebekah couldn’t hide her smile. “You really think so?” she said eagerly.

Marcus chuckled and got a sappy look on his face. “Yeah. You’ve proven yourself over and over. I’m sorry I misjudged you. It’s just really hard to take someone as fucking adorable as you are seriously.”

Rebekah’s smile faltered.

“Uh, uh, uhnnnn,” Eric said as he moved to stand between them. “You will not be teaching Marcus any lessons for mistaking you as adorable.”

Marcus flushed and did an about-face. “Later.”

Eric wrapped an arm around Rebekah’s waist. “Are you about finished?”

“Not even close. We have to get this stuff put away properly tonight so everything is easy to find when we go back on the road in January. Did you talk to Jon yet?”

“Sorta.”

“Eric, you promised!”

“I told him we wouldn’t need him when we went back on tour in January.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“How did he respond?”

“Made me feel as if I betrayed him. Told me to go fuck myself. Took off in his Jeep.”

“Do you think he’s gone for good?”

Eric shook his head. “I have no doubt he’ll try to manipulate me again. I’m not going to cave next time though.”

“I’ll make sure of it. This has been eating you alive for weeks. You need to stop being his martyr.”

He rubbed the spot between his eyebrows with one finger. “I know… I just… He was the first real friend I ever had. Turned out he wasn’t my friend after all.” He grinned unexpectedly. “I got you something.”

There he went again, changing the subject without warning. “Eric, we discussed this. No more expensive gifts.”

“It wasn’t expensive.” He pulled a little white teddy bear out of his vest. It was wearing a tiny blue T-shirt that read I ♥ Sinners. “It reminded me of you because…” He leaned closer to her ear. “It’s adorable.”

“Eric Sticks, I’m not adorable!” She tossed the teddy bear at him, and he caught it in one hand.

“Prove it,” he teased and jogged backward. He cuddled the bear against his chest. “Oh, look at adorable little Rebekah,” he said, squeezing the stuffed toy until its head threatened to pop off. “Cutest girl in the world.”

She knew he just wanted to play, and she was tempted to chase him around the stadium, corner him, and tickle him into submission, but sometimes work had to come first. “I’ll deal with you later.”

His eyebrows lifted, and his smile of anticipation almost convinced her to forgo work. “Promise?”

If he wanted to act like a naughty boy, she was going to treat him like a naughty boy. “I do not tolerate that kind of misbehavior in my class, Mr. Sticks.”

The excited little huff he produced was almost more than she could bear.

“As your first punishment, you will write an essay that describes all the ways you plan to repent for your disobedience,” she added.

He scowled. “Essay? I’m not writing a fucking essay.”

Rebekah yanked a blank piece of paper out of the notebook Marcus had returned. She took a pen from a cup sitting next to her soundboard and handed it to Eric.

“Rebekah…”

“Write: I am sorry I upset Ms. Blake.”

He stared at her for a minute, trying to figure out her game. When he put the paper on the edge of the soundboard and started to write, she smiled.

Looking over his shoulder to check his progress, she said, “Now write: To make it up to her, I will suck on her clit until she comes.”

His head snapped up, and he pinned her with a look that made her toes curl in her sneakers. She knew how Eric’s mind worked. Half of his excitement, maybe more, came from thinking about sex, and this would definitely make him think about it.

“I expect you to write down a lot of ways you plan to make this up to me, Eric. A lot. You’ve been a very naughty boy.” She turned her body to block the view of her cupping the crotch of his jeans. She knew he’d be hard, and he didn’t disappoint her. Stroking the length of his cock, she looked up at him with a teasing smile. “The second part of your essay will describe all the things you think Ms. Blake does to naughty boys. When you’re finished, turn in your paper to me, and then go wait on the bus until I come to punish you. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said breathlessly.

“It will be a couple hours before I can get to you, so you might as well take your time on that essay.” She released his cock, took the teddy bear out of his hand, and set her new mascot on her soundboard.

“Ms. Blake?” he said.

“Get to work,” she said harshly.

“I think I’m going to need more paper.”

She grinned and ripped out several additional sheets. The kiss he planted behind her ear as he snatched the papers was all the motivation she needed to finish her work as quickly as possible.

***

Eric handed his seven-page essay to Ms. Blake as respectfully as a guy with a raging hard-on could manage. He wasn’t sure what excited him more, writing it, or knowing she would read it. Maybe it was knowing she might do the things he’d written on the page. And let him do things to her.

Ms. Blake glanced at the top sheet. The sternness in her expression did strange things to him. He wanted her approval. Her praise. “This looks acceptable,” she said.

Acceptable? He’d poured himself into that essay. Admitted fantasies he’d never admitted to anyone. He tried to snatch the papers back, but she held them out of reach behind her back.

“I’m almost finished here,” she said. Her gaze locked with his, and he knew he’d do anything she asked. “Go wait in my office, and don’t touch anything. Especially not your cock. I see how hard it is. That is very naughty, Mr. Sticks.”

“Where’s your office?”

She lifted an eyebrow at him. “Where do you think it is?”

“The bedroom on the tour bus.”

She shrugged. “That will do. Go now.” She continued with her work, organizing color-coded cords in a large case.

He backed away slowly, wondering if he could wait without dying. He could see the headline now. Rock Drummer Killed By Lack of Blood Flow to Brain. And it would all be Rebekah’s fault for making him so damned hard. Then how would she feel about tormenting him ceaselessly? She’d feel really guilty for sending him to an early grave by keeping all his blood sequestered in his cock, instead of serving his vital organs. Not that he actually minded the torment. He loved every minute of it.

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Are you still here?”

He turned and tried to walk casually to the back of the stadium where the bus was parked. It wasn’t easy in his condition. Especially when some fangirl spotted him and hurdled a barrier fence to hug him excitedly.

“Oh Eric, I’ve been waiting forever to see you,” she crooned. “I didn’t think you’d ever come outside.”

“Um, okay, sorry,” he said, trying to untangle her arms from around his neck. He remembered a time when the occasional lust-crazed fan made his entire week. Now he just wanted to get the fuck away from her before she discovered his arousal. She rubbed up against him and chuckled. Too late. Now he’d never convince her to leave him alone.

“Is that for me?” she asked, her hand sliding down his belly to his crotch.

“No, actually, it’s not. Could you—” He grabbed her wrist to move her hand.

“Let me suck you off,” she said huskily. “I want a picture of me with your cock down my throat.” She handed him her camera phone and reached for the top button of his jeans.