Almost Paradise (Sinners on Tour Book 8) (4 page)

Eric trudged out to the minivan in snow pants and a parka. He’d had to visit two different ski shops and an outdoor sports equipment store to find gear he considered warm enough to brave the North in December. The sales clerk had assured him that he’d survive negative-fifty-degree temperatures in this coat. He might not survive southern California’s upper sixties, however. By the time he reached the vehicle, he was sweating as if he’d run a marathon.

“What are you wearing?” Rebekah asked as she stuffed a suitcase behind the front passenger seat. They didn’t have much room for luggage with the full-sized mattress taking up the bulk of the minibus’s interior.

“I’m ready to brave the vast, frigid wilderness.” He held up his gloved hands and peered at her through the snow goggles he had fixed to his face. Thanks to his ski mask, balaclava, earmuffs and scarf, he didn’t have an inch of flesh exposed.

“Do you think the second we cross out of California we’ll be stuck in a blizzard?”

“We don’t even have to leave California. The Sierra Nevada Mountains might do us in before we leave the state.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes.

“What?” The moist breath inside his ski mask/scarf combination condensed uncomfortably on his skin. He never understood why anyone would choose to live in a climate where such garments were necessary.

“You’re being ridiculous.” She tossed her hands in the air and shook her head. “I get it, okay? You don’t want to go to Maine. Maybe we should just skip the honeymoon altogether.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head through several layers of knit. “Don’t be mad,” he said. “I’ll take this stuff off and shove it into the back.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t mean to be so testy. I just thought you’d like to spend time alone with me. We travel a lot with the band, but we’re never truly alone then.”

“I do want to spend time alone with you.”
Just not in fucking Bangor, Maine,
he added silently. But he’d endure the cold to bask in the warmth of Rebekah’s sunny smile.

He stepped away and unzipped his parka, removing the garment and tossing it into the back of the van. Rebekah scooped it up and folded it neatly while he hopped out of his snow boots and slipped the straps of his snow pants from his shoulders. Rebekah turned to collect his boots and froze. The look on her face when she realized he was buck naked under his outerwear was worth the heat stroke he was surely suffering.

“Er-ric!” she stammered as he stood before her in nothing but a scarf and a pair of thick gloves.

Her gaze darted toward the gravel road when the rumble of an approaching vehicle and a trail of billowing dust raced in their direction.

“Someone’s coming.”

“Me, if I’m lucky,” he said, backing her into the van.

She pulled an old switcheroo on him and turned, pushing him into the bus. When he tumbled onto the soft mattress inside, she shoved his legs inside, slammed the door, and turned to face the delivery van bumping down their driveway.

“Close the curtains,” he heard her hiss just before she hurried down the drive to meet the FedEx driver. As the delivery man carried a small box out of his truck, he noticed Eric peering out the side window of the van and waved a greeting. He gave Eric an odd look when Eric waved back with one gloved hand. While Rebekah signed for their package, Eric removed his gloves and scarf and lay back on the comfortable bed she’d made for them. At first he’d thought she’d lost her mind to want to take a vehicle that was nearing fifty years old across the United States. But now he thought she was genius. He wouldn’t have to wait until they arrived at their hotel room each night to get some. Though they had yet to test out the facilities, he was sure the back of the bus was roomy and comfortable enough for honeymooning. Their test run was an oversight he planned to remedy before they started their journey northeast.

“You can come out now,” Rebekah said to Eric after the delivery truck crunched out of the driveway and rumbled away.

“There’s something in here you need to take a look at,” Eric said, doing his best to sound concerned.

“If it’s your hard cock, I will not be amused,” she said as she opened the door.

She knew him too well, he decided as he glanced down at his crotch. “I don’t want it to amuse you,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Delight you. Thrill you. Give you earth-shattering orgasms. But not amuse you.”

“I’m a little stressed out at the moment,” she said. “What if I forgot to pack something?”

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, coaxed her into the minivan with him and then shut the door behind her. “The most important thing for our journey is this mattress,” he said, tumbling her beneath him. “And we haven’t even tested it out yet.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She linked her hands behind his neck. “If I forgot something, we can pick it up along the way. So ravish me, husband, but first, shut the curtains.”

He could reach most of them without even leaving her arms—the one in the far back and the longer set that separated the back of the bus from the front being the exceptions.

“You’re in charge of the front curtain,” she said as if they were conducting a drill. “I’ll get the back.”

They separated to complete their task, each crawling on hands and knees in opposite directions. Apparently she was quicker than he was because before he’d finished tying the strings to hold the front curtains together, a hot mouth found the cool, sensitive flesh of his balls. She licked every inch of them she could reach from behind and then sucked one into her mouth. Her hand moved up between his legs to stroke his length. Pleasure rippling through him, Eric collapsed forward, the suitcase behind the seat catching his face so he didn’t completely topple off the mattress.

He heard a zipper release behind him as Rebekah used her free hand to remove her shorts.

Eric’s eyes flipped open as she released his nut with a loud sucking sound and then licked a trail up the seam between his balls until her tongue grazed his ass. He shot upward so quickly that he whacked his head on the ceiling of the minibus.

“Ow!” Wincing, he rubbed his smarting scalp and turned to gape at his naughty wife.

“Okay, we need to try a few positions to see which cause the most rocking.”

“Hey, if the van is a rockin’…”

“…please don’t call the police.”

“Right,” he said, scowling at the thought. He supposed there were plenty of easily offended jerks who would do such a thing to a pair of consenting,
married
adults. He didn’t happen to be one of them.

“I think me on top would draw the least attention,” she said as she patted the mattress.

“Depends on who you ask.” He flipped onto his back, and she climbed over him to straddle his hips. He reached between her thighs to caress her center, surprised to find she was already wet. Maybe it was the new location that had her excited. Or maybe she got off on sucking his balls. Whatever had her ready for him made his toes curl as she grabbed his shaft and directed him into the sweet, warm haven between her legs. She sank down on him with a groan. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, giving her pale skin a devilish red glow. Her breasts bounced gently as she slowly rose and fell over him, obviously trying not to test the VW’s suspension. God, she was beautiful. And his. Only his.

She began to move faster, take him deeper, ride him harder. The bus was definitely rocking now.

“Hmm,” she said, pausing her motions. “Maybe…”

She climbed off of him, releasing his warm happy cock to cool air, turned around to face the opposite direction, and climbed back on. Now instead of watching her tits bounce, he had an exceptional view of her ass as she rode him. When she started to get into it again, going from slow grinding strokes to the deep, rapid bounces he craved, she stopped again.

“I guess we have to take it slow,” she said. “There’s still too much bouncing going on back here.”

An opinion he wholeheartedly disagreed with.

“Maybe doggie style,” he suggested, thoroughly enjoying her experiment.

“Maybe.” She shifted onto her hands and knees, and he crawled up behind her.

He entered her slowly, testing how much force he could use before the van started to rock with them. And then, when the nirvana offered by her soft pussy got the better of him, he forgot they were trying to be subtle and thrust into her harder—
harder
—until she was rubbing at her clit and rocking back to meet him and screaming his name in ecstasy. Yeah, that might get them caught, but he frankly liked fucking his wife. Making love to her was nice and all, but most of the time he liked the raw, brutal motion of pounding his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. And since Rebekah’s pussy tightened around him as an intense orgasm washed over her, he was pretty sure she enjoyed it just as much.

“Missionary,” she said breathlessly. “We haven’t tried—”

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back.

“Oh!” she gasped as he sank into her once more.

Eric pressed his feet into the back of the driver’s seat so he could use the leverage to take her hard. Christ, she felt good. He cupped her breast in one hand and lowered his head to suck her nipple while he used the recoil of the rocking vehicle to drive his cock even deeper. He bit into her tender flesh, and she cried out.

“Yes, Eric. Fuck me. Bite me. Spank me. Pull my hair.”

He paused, taken aback by her requests, but he was all about pleasing his woman. When his palm connected with her flank with a resounding crack, her entire body stiffened and she released a broken moan. He watched her for signs of distress, not used to getting quite this rough with her.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into his back.

So he fucked her harder, slapped her bare ass until he was sure it was stinging, nipped and licked at her flushed nipple and when he thought of it, yanked at the handful of her hair he held in his fist.

She thrashed beneath him, crying out her pleasure, her pain, her joy and frustration. He felt her orgasm as she let go. It grasped his cock with such intensity that he had no choice but to join her. Blissful spasms started deep in his balls and radiated inward, then outward. He felt his release in his ass, his belly, his chest, up his throat. Hell, even his fingers were tingling.

“Reb,” he called to her as his heart struggled to beat, his breath strangled in his throat, and stars danced behind his closed eyelids.

After the final spasms of release abated, he drew in a deep breath and collapsed on top of Rebekah, nuzzling her neck as their hearts thudded wildly against each other’s chest.

“Wow,” she gasped on an exhale. Her arms fell limp at her sides as she collected her breath. “That was amazing.”

“Mmmhmm,” he murmured in agreement, doubting he could make his tongue work properly.

“I enjoyed that spanking you gave me.”

“Mmm.” He was up for whatever rocked her world. Or their van.

Rebekah stiffened beneath him. “Eric, the van is moving.”

“Yeah, it was,” he said with a winded chuckle.

“No! I mean it’s moving now.”

Startled, Eric lifted his head and caught sight of several tree-shaped silhouettes moving past the swaying curtains.

“What the—” His words were cut off by a loud thud and the jarring impact of the minibus bashing into something.

“Did you set the parking brake?” Rebekah asked as she struggled to climb out from beneath him.

“Me? You were the one loading the van.”

“But you drove it last.”

Actually, he was the only one who’d driven it. For whatever reason, the stubborn vehicle wouldn’t run when Rebekah was behind the wheel.

“No,” he admitted, rolling onto his stomach and pressing his face into the mattress. She’d be crushed if they couldn’t take the Volkswagen on their trip. “I didn’t set the parking brake. Sorry. The driveway is flat, so I didn’t bother.”

“I guess all that rocking started us moving across the yard.” She grinned at him. “Our experiment was an utter failure.” She didn’t sound too upset about it.

She peeked out the back window from between the curtains. “We hit a tree.”

Eric groaned. “What’s the damage?”

She popped open the rear window hatch, which lifted only partially as the tree trunk was exceptionally close, and peered down the back of the minibus. “Not even a dent in the bumper,” she said. “The tree’s bark is a little scuffed.”

“Poor tree.”

Rebekah closed the hatch and turned to look at him. “I wonder if setting the parking brake will reduce the rocking motion.”

“Probably, but there’s only one way to know for sure.” He grinned at her.

“We can just bump and grind this time,” she said. “There’s no way you’ll be able to get hard again after trying to power wash my organs with that load you just blew.”

Eric chuckled. His crudeness was starting to wear off on her. And he liked it.

Still naked, he climbed up into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove the little bus back up to the driveway. He made sure the parking brake was engaged before joining his wife in the back. Their experimental bumping and grinding soon became heated, and it turned out that Rebekah was wrong. He could get hard again.