Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) (9 page)

“Is this what you wanted, Ivy?” I tease.

“Yessssssss,” she moans. I love that she can’t form a fucking coherent reply to save her life. I reach down with one hand and play with her clit. Her legs begin to tremble, and she’s struggling to continue to watch us. I can feel the familiar tingle in my balls, but I’ll be damned if I come first. I give her clit a pinch and she fucking explodes on my dick. She gives up trying to watch altogether as her orgasm rolls through her. I pump into her a few more times before I some with her. We hear them announce her band from the stage, but she just stands there with my dick still inside her. “I need a minute,” she says dazedly.

“You don’t have a minute, doll,” I gloat. I slide out of her but she still looks discombobulated. I grab a few tissues from the counter next to her and wipe her pussy and she nearly comes undone from the aftershocks. A heavy knock at her door is followed by a male’s voice yelling that it’s show time. She doesn’t answer. She slowly pulls up her pants, and I can’t keep from chuckling as I help her. I wipe my own dick off and tuck it back into my jeans.

“That was fuuuccking amazing,” she finally gets out.

“Yeah. Now you have a show to do so you have to pull it together.” I can hear music begin to play as we speak.

“That was some nut,” she surmises. “Oh, we have to do that again.”

“Maybe. Now get your sexy ass on stage.” I grab her by the waist to help her out the door. The smile that forms on her lips tells me that she is enjoying my fuss over her a little too much. We’re not even completely out into the hallway before running into Lily and Lourdes. I’ll never forget the look on Lourdes’s face when she sees my hands around Ivy’s waist. She tries to appear unaffected, but I saw it. It was the look of heartbreak. I know that look because I’ve put that look on her face before.
Fuck!
I knew this was going to eventually happen, but I still hate seeing it.

“Your guys are on stage,” Lily announces. Then it’s like she gets a clue. “Oooh, you two have been screwing around. Diesel you’re going to get her in trouble,” Lily says shaking her finger at me. Ivy just smirks.

“I am the show so it’s fine if they want to start without me.” She grabs my dick in front of them. “There will definitely have to be a few more rounds of that, handsome.” She twists her ass toward the stage because she knows I’m watching.

Lily is shaking her head but Lourdes has yet to say a word, until now.

“Come on. Let’s see if we can get a good place to watch the show,” she says while walking off.
Just damn.

This sinking feeling in my chest is not supposed to be here and I fucking hate it. I go back into the dressing room they have set up for us. The guys are lounging on the sofa watching Reckless Ambition’s concert on the big screen. They look up when I come in and the shit eating grin that Keyser lets loose tells me they already know.

“So. Ivy was late getting to the stage. Did you have anything to do with that?” Keyser gets straight to the point.

I wave him off, but’s it’s no use.

“Desiree is going to kick your ass,” Xander says matter-of-fact. Whatever, Desiree doesn’t manage this dick, so she just needs to stick to what she was hired to manage.

“How was it?” Gable asks. Now this surprises me. He normally doesn’t get involved in our shit. He’s more of the quiet, introverted one. We give him his space.

“Guys, we’re not talking about this…c’mon. Stop giving me shit. Where are the hoes at? You guys need some groupie love or something.” I shake my head and get up to finish off some more of the bourbon I had before going on stage. Truth is, my thoughts are on Lourdes, and her reaction to seeing me with Ivy, rather than the actual fucking. I didn’t have any problems fucking bitches until she came back into the picture. What the hell is this feeling? Guilt?

“Fine. Be that way, man. And for your information, we’re chilling on having groupies back here tonight. This is only our first show. We want to let it all soak in and enjoy the experience. There will be plenty of time for that. Trust me,” Keyser explains.

“Damn, they’re killing it,” Xander says bringing everyone’s attention back to Reckless Ambition’s performance on the screen. I’m thankful for the reprieve.

The band is nearing the end of their set when Lily comes waltzing in to join us and she’s alone.

“Where’s Lourdes?” Xander and I ask simultaneously.

“Don’t cock block, boys,” she slurs. “She’s just right outside the door with some sexy guy she met. He’s hot as shit. I only have eyes for you though, Xander.” She’s giggling and it is so obvious that she’s had one too many tonight. Xander grabs her and pulls her to him, before giving me his
handle-that
look.

“On it,” I say to him. I swing the door open and I see some fucking douche bag with his hands plastered on Lourdes’s ass trying to bring her closer to him. And she’s fucking letting him.
What the fuck?
Then she stumbles a little bit from him tugging on her. She’s drunk. I swear I see red spots of rage.

“Get your fucking hands off of her before I break them, you stupid fuck!” He looks up at me briefly before retuning his attention back to Lourdes. He waves one hand to dismiss me.

“Leave us alone, Diesel,” Lourdes slurs, sounding similar to Lily. Mad is not even the right adjective at the moment. This suicidal motherfucker squeezes her ass harder, and I lose it. The guys come out into the hall just as I yank his dumb ass away from Lourdes and pin him against the wall. I’m about to punch his fucking face in when she grabs my wrist.

“Don’t, Diesel,” she manages to get out. Only she can’t hold on. She falls flat on her ass.

I shove blondie against the wall one more time before I reach down for Lourdes. My guys are at my side by this point. Gable must have told him to get the fuck away while he could. I want to hold her and yell at her all at the same time. I can’t show my cards though. I can’t let on what I’m really feeling. I help her up and she clings to me to stay upright. And this is what the fuck this dirt bag wanted? She can barely stand, let alone walk. My blood is boiling. If looks are anything to go by, Xander is pretty pissed too. We can hear Anderson and Ivy wishing everyone a goodnight so we know it’s time to go. There will be no after party tonight.

“I’m going to help Lily to the bus. I’m so pissed at both of them I could spit,” he says. We don’t really see him phased by much. He is irate right now and has every reason to be. I don’t want to even think about if they hadn’t made their way back to our dressing room. “You got my sister?”

“Yeah. Let’s go. Their asses are going to hear about this tomorrow,” I assure.

“Definitely,” he agrees. He heads toward the back where our bus is parked and Keyser and Gable follow him. Lourdes needs to grab her clutch first so we go back inside our dressing room for her to grab it. When we come out, we run into Ivy and the guys.

“What do we have here?” Ivy is the first to speak up.

“You remember Xander’s sister Lourdes? Well she had a just a little too much to drink.”

“A little?” she smirks.

“Shut it, you whorish bitch. You may have fucked him tonight, but he’s leaving with me so just suck on that, cunt!” I’m caught completely the fuck off guard. I’ve never heard her speak like this, let alone flat out verbally attack someone. The guys look on, stunned, with questions in their eyes of what the hell is going on. Ivy just laughs.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, Lourdes. I’ll let that jab slide because you’re drunk, but just know that’s the only pass you’ll get.” Lourdes stumbles again, but then gives her the middle finger.

“Lourdes, stop. Let’s go. Sorry, Ivy.” Lourdes is trying to push away from me, but if she thinks I’m letting her go she’s crazy.

“Why don’t you get rid of that hassle and join me on my bus? We’re going to the same place. Or—”

“Not tonight Ivy,” I say, cutting her off and hoping she understands. She pouts, but it’s not happening.

“That’s right skank. He cock blocks and I pussy block.” Lourdes informs. “My pussy is better than yours…” she sings. Holy shit. I need to get her away from Ivy and fast before she gives everything away.

“I wouldn’t know,” I roll my eyes to assure Ivy. “Talk tomorrow. I have to get her back to the bus.” Ivy leaves me standing there. Anderson fist bumps me when he passes.

“Good luck with that, man,” he says before they continue on their way. Lourdes is dragging so I throw her sloppy, drunk ass over my shoulder. I pray she doesn’t say shit on the bus to get us busted. I didn’t see this shit coming.

I
cringe at the sunlight in my face. I try to block it with my hand but there is a body snuggled in behind me and I can barely move. It takes me a few moments to realize I’m in the bedroom on the bus and that body is Diesel.
What in the ever loving fuck?
His arm is wrapped protectively around my waist. For a second, I let myself enjoy the feel of him. But then memories of last night crash these feelings of bliss. He fucked Ivy. I try to pull away from him, but my head protests the sudden movement.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out. My freaking head is pounding like I’ve been hit by a two by four. This wakes Diesel. The gorgeous fucker lazily wipes the sleep from his eyes. Why does he have to be so beautiful? I can’t even look at him. I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am. I try again, albeit a bit more slowly, to get up.

“Are you okay?” He looks concerned. My head feels like shit, I have cotton mouth, my stomach feels queasy, and my body hurts. I tell him none of that.

“I’m fine,” I lie, trying to get away. He pulls me back down next to him and my stomach rolls. I grab my head in desperation to stop the throbbing.

“Fine, huh? Lay down Lourdes. Let me take care of you, baby.” We both go quiet. He’s the one to spring from the bed this time. I think he realizes his slip up.

“Just lay here, okay?” He’s still wearing his clothes from last night. “I’ll be right back.” I answer him by pulling the covers back over me. I couldn’t get very far even if I wanted to. He leaves the room and I’m left alone to replay what happened last night. I don’t ever want to drink that much again. What the hell was I thinking? Then I remember the hurt I felt seeing Diesel and Ivy coming out of her dressing room. She was even late for her own performance. I needed to drown those fucking feelings in alcohol. I went straight to the bar to order myself a drink. I don’t even recall how many shots I had. I just wanted to feel numb. Lily didn’t even ask why. She took almost as many as I did.

From that point on, things are kind of fuzzy but I do remember flirting my ass off with some cute blond guy. I’m sure I made an ass out of myself. God, I don’t even want to know. I need to pee. I will just have to move slowly. I pull the covers back. I’m wearing just a t-shirt and panties—no bra. Did Diesel undress me too?
Ugh.
I’m literally on my hands and knees right now trying ease out of bed. Diesel would pick this moment to walk in. He’s carrying a glass of water.

“Your ass in the air like that,” he says giving me the okay sign with his other hand. He is lucky I’m sick as shit. He helps me get out of bed before handing me three pills with the water. “Here, take this. It’s ibuprofen for that headache of yours. I’m sure your body is sore too, since you fell on your ass last night.”