Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat by Olivia Cunning Page B

fork hovering millimeters from one of her potatoes. “Busted.”
    “You’re just picking at it, and it’s so good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Can’t I have just a little bite?”
    She considered him for a moment. She really didn’t mind sharing, but he was so fun to tease. “How about a trade?”
    “I don’t have anything you want.”
    He had plenty she wanted, but she didn’t want to be too greedy. “Foot massage.”
    “For one potato?” He shook his head. “That’s worth a bite of roast, two potatoes, and a carrot. At least.”
    “You’re a master negotiator. You’d better do a good job.” She fed him off her plate, knowing there was no way she could possibly eat it all anyway, but hey, she got a foot massage from the man with the magic hands out of the deal. She was definitely getting the better end of this bargain.
    He chewed each bite slowly, as if trying to avoid his task.
    When he’d finished, she continued to eat and he rose to put his empty plate in the sink. Returning a moment later, he knelt on the floor at her feet. He took her socked foot in both hands and looked up at her. Their eyes met and her heart began to race. When his uninjured thumb rubbed her instep with just the right amount of pressure, she moaned.
    Eric got a strange look on his face, lowered his nose to her foot, and took a hesitant sniff. “Jeez, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
    “My feet do not stink,” she said indignantly.
    “Must be the sock.” He stripped it from her foot and tossed it aside.
    His thumb against her bare skin was almost too wonderful to bear. She stretched her toes and closed her eyes to relish the sensation. After a minute he stopped and moved to sit beside her on the sofa. She opened her eyes to look at him. “What about the other one?”
    “You said foot massage, not feet massage.”
    She scowled. “But my other foot wants some attention.”
    He looked at her plate pointedly.
    “You can’t possibly still be hungry,” she said
    “I am,” Sed said in his low baritone. “That was fucking fantastic. I’ll massage your other foot for second helpings.”
    Eric’s eyes opened wide, and he flopped down on the floor again. “Jessica will kick your ass if you touch another woman.”
    “Worth it. Have you tried Jessica’s cooking?” Sed made a face of horror.
    Rebekah giggled. Eric Sticks and Sed Lionheart competing to massage her feet? She didn’t remember dying and going to heaven, but it could be the only logical explanation. If only Trey would show some interest. He was sucking on a red lollipop and staring at the bedroom door where Brian had disappeared moments before.
    “I’ll make more next time. I’m not used to cooking for five men.” Or anyone but herself since she’d broken up with Isaac.
    “When we catch up with the other bus and the equipment truck, you’ll be cooking for seventeen men,” Eric said.
    “Seventeen?”
    “And one very adorable woman.”
    “I’m not adorable,” she insisted.
    “And also for yourself.”
    “There’s another woman on tour?” She said it before she realized he was teasing her again. “You better get busy massaging, or I’ll be sharing this delicious piece of roast with Sed.” She pushed a large piece of roast to the edge of her plate.
    “I’m so there,” Sed said.
    “Hey, Sed,” Trey said around his sucker. “Come here. I need to tell you something.”
    Sed hesitated and then returned to the table and leaned close to Trey who said something in his ear. Rebekah lost concentration when Eric stripped off her other sock and massaged her neglected foot. She speared her meaty offering with her fork and fed him. He grinned while he chewed and passed Sed a smug look. Sed had settled at the table next to Jace. Apparently, he’d changed his mind about competing for the rest of Rebekah’s supper. When she finally finished, Eric took her plate and set it in the sink.
    He then settled next to her on the sofa.