All I Need (7 page)

Drew finished h
is call and turned to me. “What’s up Cane?” He asked as he slipped his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.

“Who’s that guy with Lindsey?
She didn’t look too happy to see him but he seems to know her pretty well.” I turned and nodded in her direction.

He looked and shook his head.
“That’s her old boyfriend, Shaun. He’s the drummer for one of the bands on the side stages – Twisted something-or-other.” He shrugged. “I can’t remember the name.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do you care?”

I sho
ved my hands into my pockets. “No reason really. He just looks like a douche and she doesn’t really seem happy to see him.”

“From wh
at I know, it didn’t end well. Shaun’s known to have a bit of a temper. She met him when she moved to LA. She and her friend Rebecca got around the music scene when they first moved there. She’s tamed it down some since working for Rolling Stone, but she still has a thing for musicians.” I noticed a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“So she likes musicians, huh?” I grin
ned wryly.

“She used to collect them.”
His phone rang and he took it back out of his pocket. “I have to take this.” He was done with this conversation anyway.

“
Thanks, man,” I said and turned back to where I’d been sitting. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being another ‘piece’ of Lindsey’s collection. Guess I deserved it after the way I treated women all of these years.

My manager stopped me and gave me
the key to my room. I sighed when I saw the girls still waiting for me. Maybe I could pawn them off on Zane. Right now all I wanted was a shower and a real bed. There would be time to party later.

“Hey girls, some band business came up and I can’t party now,” I
said when I got back to them. They crossed their arms and pouted. They stood up and I put an arm around each one to placate them. “We’re here for almost a week. Make sure to look me up and we’ll party.”

I gave them each a squeeze and picked up
my bag to head up to my room. I would find them later and if I didn’t, there would be other ladies lined up to be with me.

First I needed to regroup.
I was tired and hungry. As soon as I had a hot meal, a nap, and a shower, it was time to get out of this funk. My goal here in Vegas was to fuck as many different women as I could.

Lindsey could continue moving her way throu
gh the musicians on this tour. I was going to be too busy getting pussy to even notice.

Chapter
Eight

Lindsey

I was never so happy to get off the
bus as I was when we got to Vegas. When I went to check in, I passed Cane with two bimbos sitting on his lap. All I could do was smile and laugh. He probably hadn’t given me a second thought since our night together, but I was okay with that. Sex with Cane had been amazing and I’d be lying if I said I never wanted it to happen again, but I also wasn’t dumb enough to think it was anything more than a night of fun. I knew he rarely spent a night alone; why would that change after being with me?

While I was waiting for my room key
, Shaun found me in the lobby. I tried not to show him how annoyed I was to see him, but he probably picked up on it. I managed to escape him and get to my room but I wasn’t sure he didn’t follow me. Rebecca was probably right and I would have to tell someone about him.

I threw
my stuff down and got undressed. I found the plush robe the hotel provided and wrapped it around me while I filled the big Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. I put my hair up in a messy bun and got out my e-reader.

I had no plans tonight and was going to stay in and rel
ax. I loved this assignment, but all of those days on the road were exhausting. I was giddy at the thought of sleeping in a bed that wasn’t moving or was so small I was afraid if I rolled over I might fall out.

As I was about to step into the tub, I heard a knock on
the door. I stopped in my tracks, debating on whether or not I should even answer it. I shook my head and continued my way to the bathroom. No one was going to bother me tonight.

The knock
came again, this time louder. I gritted my teeth and clenched my e-reader in my hand. I cursed myself for not putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. 

The knocking continued and with an exasperated sigh, I turned around and
threw my e-reader on the bed. I cinched my robe tighter and padded barefoot to the door. I opened the peephole and peered outside. Fuck.

“
Answer the door Lindsey,” he demanding, trying to peek in the small hole.

There stood Shaun in the hall
way of my hotel room in Vegas. I wasn’t really surprised to see him there but that didn’t make me any less happy. He was a persistent asshole and I wouldn’t be surprised if my only way away from him was if one of us left this tour. I’d be damned if it was going to be me.

“I know you’re in there,” he
grumbled, rattling the doorknob. “Please talk to me.”

I sighed and leaned
my forehead against the door. I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t cause a scene if I chose to ignore him and hope he went away. I didn’t really want to open the door either. Maybe I should call hotel security before the situation got way out of control.

“
I’ve changed, Linds. I only want to talk. Please, give me five minutes and then I’ll leave,” he pleaded through the door.

I didn’t really believe him and against my better judg
ment I put my hand on the door. I wouldn’t let him in my room; we could talk in the doorway. That should be safe. Right?

I opened the door slowly and
leaned against the door frame. “What do you want, Shaun? I think I made it clear downstairs I wanted to be alone tonight.”

“You did,” he nodded, his gaze moving over me and I rea
ched up to hold my robe closed. I should have put some clothes on. Standing here wearing only a robe made me feel vulnerable and probably gave him a few ideas; it wasn’t one of my smartest moves. “I only need a few minutes. I promise.”

“That’s all I’m giving you,” I said sternly, putting a hand on my hip with the other
still clutched my robe tightly. “We’re over and I don’t really have anything more to say to you. I don’t appreciate you harassing me in the lobby this morning or coming to my room either.”

His brow furrowed and it
was almost as though a dark cloud passed over his face. I thought he was going to lose his temper but he shoved his hands into his pocket. He rocked back on his heels and played with his tongue piercing – something he always did when he was nervous.

“I saw you the other night,” he said quietly.

“I know. We talked, remember?” I asked, a sense of panic coming over me. If he couldn’t even remember seeing me, he was crazier than I thought.

“
No,” he shook his head. “I saw you with
him
.” The words were full of venom and my knees started to tremble when I realized what he was talking about. He must have seen me with Cane the other night before we went back to the bus. Shit.

I had no idea wha
t to say. Should I deny it? I had no reason to, we had done nothing wrong. Cane and I were consenting adults and Shaun and I were over for months. On the other hand I didn’t need him knowing my business.

“
Don’t deny it,” he said. “I know what I saw. I saw the way you kissed him – the way you moaned and rubbing yourself against him like a fucking whore.” He leaned in closer, towering over me. “I watched you follow him back to his bus. You’re no better than one of his groupie whores. Did he pass you around to the rest of the band too?”

“There’s no reason to talk to me like that
. So what if we fucked, Shaun? You and I aren’t together so it doesn’t matter.”

“Why would you be with him?” H
e asked, his eyes full of hurt. “He uses women. He fucks them and throws them away. He doesn’t care about you. Not like I do, Linds.” I cringed at the way he said the pet name he once had for me. He reached out a hand to touch me but I backed away.

“What are you doing? Don’t touch me.
Go back to your room and I’ll pretend you were never here.” I started to close the hotel door so I could lock it.  This was quickly becoming a nightmare I was praying I would wake up from.

“I love you, Lindsay,” he said and pushed his way inside the room, his strength no match for
mine. “You’re mine.”

“Get out of my room you crazy son of a bitch,” I spat out, glaring at him.

His hand flew out and slapped me hard on the face. I screamed and fell to the floor. I reached up to touch my face and when I drew my hand away, there was blood on my fingers.

“
You’re an asshole,” I snarled.

“And you’
re a bitch,” he replied and reached down to grab my wrist. He pulled me up from the floor and threw me onto the bed. For the first time I was really scared. What was this sick fuck going to do to me?

Before I could roll off the bed, he was on top of me, pinning me so I couldn’t
breathe, much less move. I wiggled under him, trying to get free. A sob caught in my throat and he laughed.

“Wh
y are you trying to get away?” He stuck out his tongue and showed me his piercing. “Remember all of the afternoons I got you off with this thing. There once was a time you couldn’t get enough of me Lindsey. I would have you begging and screaming for me.”

I shook my head
and a tear slid down my face. He was right; there once was a time I couldn’t get enough of him, but that was long over. Now the thought of him inside of me made me want to throw up.

“Get off of me,” I
growled through gritted teeth. He grinned down at me and pressed his hips against me. I could feel his erection against my thigh. He wasn’t a small man and it used to hurt like a mother fucker for him to enter me unless he got me good and ready. If he forced himself inside me, it was going to tear me apart.

He bent his head down and licked
the tears from my face. “I’m going to fuck you, Linds, just like I used to. I’m going to have you screaming my name.” He reached down and pulled the belt of my robe free exposing my breasts.

“God, I missed these,” he moaned and sucked one nipple into his mouth while his other hand cupped my other breast, pinching the nipple.

I lay there and let him do his thing while a million thoughts went through my head. Should I just lie there and let him have his way with me so it could be done? Or should I fight? It didn’t take me long to figure out what I should do.

I brought a knee up between his legs an
d got him square in the balls. “I said to get off of me!” He gasped in pain and I was able to push him off of me.

I rolled off of the bed and made a mad dash for the door when he roared behind me and
clutched my hair in his hands. I tumbled to the ground in pain, feeling as though he had pulled my hair right out of the roots.

“
You fucking bitch,” he growled. “If you want to play rough, we can play rough.” He kept his hand in my hair and I could hear him fumbling with his belt buckle with the other. 

“Please stop,” I sobbed.
At this point I wasn’t above begging. “Don’t do this.”

“Too late.
Since you want to be a slut and sleep with a dick like Cane, I’m going to treat you like the whore you are.” He pushed my robe up to my hips and ran a hand down my ass, stopping to smack it. I flinched and he laughed. “You always did like your ass spanked, didn’t you?”

I buried my face
in my arms and started to sob. My parents always warned me if I kept messing around with these musicians, eventually I would get hurt. They were so right.

I could hear the rustling of Shaun close behind me and I finally resigned
myself to the fact this was going to happen.

Chapter
Nine

Cane

I don't know how long I was in the shower, but when I got out, I could hear the people in the
next room banging around and yelling. So much for getting a nap in. Good for them for getting their freak on, but I was sorely in need of a some real sleep if I was going to go out later and fuck like there was no tomorrow.

A scream and faint sob came from next
door and my blood ran cold. This wasn't two people being kinky; some fucker was forcing himself on a woman.

I had some perversions in the bedroom, but my women were always
more than willing to join in. On the rare occasion a woman changed her mind and told me 'no', I let her go immediately. There were plenty of women out there who would take her place. I had no tolerance for men who had to take what they wanted against the woman's will.