Hot Sinner Pic Of The Day {Eric Sticks}

Sinners’ Sexy Drummer, Eric Sticks.

Where’s the food? {RP Highlights}

The Sinners are on the road again, getting ready to start another tour.

Rebekah is a new addition to the bus, and proves to be a distraction for the sexy drummer Eric Sticks. 

With his stomach grumbling, Eric searches through the tour bus fridge for something to eat. “What the fuck…where are my hot dogs? What’s up with all these veggies?” Eric says loud enough to catch Brian and Trey’s attention; both heading over to the fridge to see what the all of the commotion is about 

 

“And the beer? Where’s the beer?” Brian says as he leans towards the fridge for a closer look.

 

“SED!” Trey calls from the back of the bus. 

 

“WHAT?” Sed glances back from the driver’s seat.

 

“Do you know anything about there being vegetables in the fridge?” Trey’s look is concerned. The guys are unsure how in the hell they’re going to manage to cook this complicated stuff while they’re on the road.

 

Sed has been appointed the main driver of the Sinners’ tour bus and every day he tells himself they are going to hire a new driver as soon as possible. He’s tired of driving around the monster tour bus, while his bandmates get to sleep comfortably in the back. 

 

“And beer! Where’s my beer?!?” Now Brian’s concern is growing. 

 

“Jess says I need to eat better!” Sed calls yells from the driver’s seat, rolling his eyes at the grumbling he’s overhearing.

 

“So putting this stuff in the fridge makes her think you’re actually going to eat it?” Trey raises an eyebrow as he holds a bag of apples from the fridge. 

 

Sed shrugs his shoulders as he continues to watch the road. “I guess.”

 

“Has she forgotten that none of us can actually cook?” Trey smirks as he watches Brian pull something from the fridge. 

 

“Cauliflower? Really Sed?” Annoyance etched all over Brian’s face. 

 

Sed sighs heavily and calls back to his bandmates. “Jessica’s idea! I’m not questioning. She’ll have my balls if I argue with her.” 

 

Eric reaches for eggs with a brilliant plan of taking on the cooking himself. It can’t be that difficult, right?  “I can cook some scrambled eggs.” He begins searching through cabinets, looking for spices. Maybe nutmeg or sage this time? 

 

“Nooooooo!”

 

“Dude step away from the eggs!” 

 

Brian and Trey are obviously not on board with Sticks’s brilliant plan of playing Sinners’ chef. Trey quickly grabs the eggs from Eric, placing them back in the fridge and out of his reach. Rebekah giggles to herself as she continues to watch the interaction between the guys. This is her first road trip with Sinners’ and it’s definitely started out on an interesting foot. 

 

“Nothing wrong with being adventurous.” Eric scowls and mutters to himself. 

 

Brian continues his exploration of the now, unfamiliar fridge, thanks to Jessica Chase. Are there frozen pizzas in here at least? He rummages through the freezer. “Chicken? Why is there chicken in the freezer?” Brian looks over at Trey, giving him a confused look. 

 

Sed can still hear the guys grumbling about the change in food and rolls his eyes in the driver’s seat. “Like I said! Jessica’s idea!”

 

Trey looks towards the front of the bus. “I thought she was supposed to be a smart chick. Does she really think we’re going to eat this complicated stuff?”

 

“She is a smart chick.” Sed grins widely. “She’s marrying me.”

 

“That just proves she’s dumb as a post!” Eric says with a smirk and Trey bursts out laughing. 

 

Brian grins at Eric and Trey’s hysterics. “I’m questioning her smarts at this point.”

 

A huge scowl takes over Sed’s face as he hears his bandmates laughing at his expense. Slamming on the brakes of the tour bus, he causes the guys and Rebekah to tumble over themselves like bowling pins. 

 

“Hey!” Brian yells when he collides into Trey. “Learn how to drive, singer man!”

 

Eric feels the bus screech and jerk forward, then plows into Trey. His mind immediately going back to that night. The excruciating pain in his ankle, and the weeks of rehab afterward. All terrible memories. 

 

“Stop being dickheads and maybe I’ll drive better!” Sed lips quirk up into a smirk, indicating his pleasure in seeing the guys tumble around in the back. Serves them right.

 

Rebekah untangles herself from the couch, the little brake stunt Sed pulled nearly knocked her on her ass. Peering into the fridge, “I can probably make something from what’s in here.” She glances at Brian who is now peering over her shoulder looking into the fridge. 

 

“Wait! You know how to cook?!?” Brian steps back in surprise.

 

Rebekah shrugs and smiles coyly. “I’ve been in the kitchen a time or two. Sit down boys, I’ll make dinner.”

 

“Awesome! Thank you!” Brian kisses Rebekah on the temple and pulls her in for a big hug. 

 

Eric watches Brian and Rebekah embrace and can’t help to think he can see the flash of pain in her eyes as Trey continues to ignore her. Rebekah looks at Eric wide-eyed as Brian continues to crush her to his chest, obviously excited about the possibility that someone can make home cooked meals for him while on tour. 

 

Eric slides his arm between Rebekah and Brian, attempting to save her from the big guitarist. “Whoa lover boy, what about Myrna?” 

 

“What? It’s Myrna’s fault. She’s such a damn good cook, she’s spoiled me for life. I can’t go back to eating our normal shit.” Brian starts to think about all the delicious meals Myrna cooks for him at their home, an ache in chest sprouting. He loves that woman more than anything, and being away from her is nearly intolerable. 

 

Trey walks towards the front of the bus, striking up a conversation with Sed, while Rebekah starts to get supplies from the fridge to cook the band a meal. Eric continues to try to process the seething jealousy that took over his brain when he saw Brian and Rebekah in an embrace. Does she want a Brian and Trey sandwich? Is that why she freaked out earlier, because she doesn’t want anything to do with me?

 

Sed and Trey chat in the front of the bus, while Sed continues to keep his eyes peeled for the next rest stop. He’s just as hungry as the rest of the band, and his back needs some stretching from sitting in the driver’s seat for the last several hours. 

 

Rebekah grabs Eric’s hand, pulling him from his thoughts of jealousy. “Hey, are you going to help me?” 

 

“Uhhhh..help you what?”

 

“Cut the vegetables and stuff.” Rebekah smiles up at the tall, lean drummer staring down at her.

 

Seeing the interaction between Rebekah and Eric, has Brian grabbing his iPad and heading towards the front of the bus. 

 

Eric scratches his head and agrees to help her with a slight nod of his head and a quiet, “Sure.” For some reason, he just can’t say no to Rebekah. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts as he watches her bend over to pull items from the fridge. Standing behind her and imagining what it would feel like to slide deep inside of her, has his cock nearly busting his zipper. 

 

Rebekah unknowingly backs up from the fridge, her ass pressing against Eric’s crotch. Fuuuuuck, Eric thinks to himself as he stands still as a statue, frozen in the very spot he’s standing. Rebekah quickly stands upright, “Oh sorry about that.” Keeping her back still pressed against a very hard Eric, she had this overwhelming feeling of not being able to move, not wanting to move. 

 

Tilting her head back to look at him, gaze into his eyes. “Guess I should take this big shift off, kind of a fire hazard.” Eric’s eyes go wide and a small groan escapes his throat, when he sees Rebekah’s pert nipples stiffen immediately under her thin cotton t-shirt. The shock of her body going from the warm sweater to the cold interior, has her nipples hard, and Eric unable to stop staring. Holy Fuck. Eric groans to himself again, nearly aching to put his hands on her body. 

 

Rebekah is well aware of the reaction she is getting from Eric. “Guess it’s chilly in here.” She takes a deep breath, her breasts swelling even further. Eric is left wanting so badly to touch her, to rub his fingers over her pebbled nipples, to cup her beautiful breasts in both of his hands. Rebekah pulls herself from her thoughts, suddenly remembering she’s got a bus full of starving men to feed instead of her libido, she steps away from Eric. “How does roast sound?”

 

“Sounds great to me! I’m dying over here from starvation!” Brian glances up from his iPad.

 

“Agreed! My stomach is eating itself. I’m gonna start stealing some of Trey’s cherry suckers if I don’t get food!” Sed yells from the driver’s seat as he pulls the  bus over into a rest stop. 

 

‘Hands off the suckers dude.” Trey arches an eyebrow.

 

“Eric wash and cut these potatoes into large chunks, please.” Rebekah smiles sweetly. Eric shakes his head, attempting to pull himself from yet another sexual fantasy involving Reb. She’s starting to become a hazard for him, a definite distraction. His mind constantly revolving around her perfect body and all of the things he wants to do to it. 

 

Eric starts to cut vegetables, showing that he is very much inept at anything involving cooking. “Have you ever cooked anything before?” Rebekah asks with a raised eyebrow. Her question distracting him, causing him to accidentally slide the knife across his hand. “Shit!” 

 

“Way to go lover boy. Now you’re bleeding all over our fucking dinner.” Trey slides a cherry sucker into his mouth.

 

“Oh dear!” Reb says as she takes a hold of Eric’s now bleeding hand. She leads him to the bathroom, attempting to clean out the wound. “Don’t you guys have any pain killers in here?” She rummages through the cabinet above the bathroom sink.

 

“We nurse a lot of hangovers, I think there’s a first aid kit underneath the sink. Rebekah immediately finds the first aid kit, popping the top off of the antiseptic and spraying it liberally over Eric’s cut fingers. 

 

“OW! FUCK! What are you doing?!?!” Eric winces in pain.

 

“Hey! Reb! I think the roast is burning!” Sed yells from outside the bathroom.

 

“Just turn off the burner, Eric is more important.” She yells back to Sed, looking up at Eric as she continues to clean his cut hand. Eric gazes down at her, shocked that she would think of him as important. Me? I’m more important? Really? 

 

“It’s not that deep, you should be fine.” Rebekah examines Eric’s hand closely. 

 

“If someone hadn’t distracted me with her seriously fine ass.” Eric says with a smik. “It just needs a bandage. What do you think?”

 

“I’m sorry. I’ll go put my shirt back on. Here let me bandage that for you.” Rebekah suddenly feels self-conscious. The idea of being a distraction to a man is a very foreign feeling for her, especially when that man is a very sexy, attractive drummer named Eric Sticks. 

 

Hot Sinner Pic Of The Day {Eric Sticks}

Sinners’ Sexy Drummer, Eric Sticks.