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

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by S. R. Watson


  My thoughts are interrupted by the Honda Accord pulling into the driveway. She’s here. She gets out of the car, and the feelings that rush through me are indescribable. I’m glad I’m alone on the bus so I can get a good look at her. Her waist-length hair is brown now—I’m guessing it’s her natural color. I prefer brunettes anyway. She is wearing fitted jeans that make her ass look even more perfect. It makes me think of the last time I was balls deep in her tight pussy while my hand gripped her delectable round ass. Fuck! I can’t let my thoughts go there. It was so easy to put her out of mind when I didn’t have to see her. She’s no longer mine. I need to get a fucking grip. We need to hurry and get this bus moving. The sooner I can get my dick into some new pussy, the better.

  I hug Brooke goodbye while the guys take my suitcases aboard the bus. I don’t see Diesel yet, but I need to prepare myself. I don’t know what to expect. The guys don’t know we once had a thing, so how should we act around each other?

  “You be strong,” Brooke whispers. “And you better call me.”

  “I will,” I promise.

  “Okay, go already before I cry,” she sniffles. “I’ll be at boring college parties while you’re living it up with celebrities.” She jokes, but I can tell she really is sad to see me go.

  “Hush. You love the frat parties. Besides, you’ll be joining us when you get a break. I’ll call you every day.”

  “Sure you will,” she teases. “Okay, I’m really going now. I’m sure the guys are ready to get going.”

  I turn to see that everyone has boarded the bus. I hug her one more time before I let her go. I can already tell this is going to be harder than I thought.

  Trepidation gnaws at me as I step onto the bus, but I plaster a smile on my face. “Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to hold you up.”

  “Nonsense. Get over here,” Xander says pulling me into a hug.

  “Nice to see you again, princess,” Keyser and Gable mock. I forgot all about that stupid nickname. It had a different ring to it coming from Diesel though. I look over at him and he gives me a subtle chin lift as a way of hello. Our eyes lock for the briefest of seconds before he returns attention to his phone. His hair has grown out some and he’s even sexier than I remember.

  “Where’s Lily?” I ask. I need to keep my thoughts away from Diesel.

  “She is in one of the bunks taking a nap,” Xander explains. “Come, let me show you to your bunk.” I follow behind him while taking in the opulence of everything. This bus is gorgeous—definitely quite a few classes above our dorm room.

  “Wow, this is a lot of space,” I gasp. There are two sets of bunks side by side, with another set directly across for a total of eight bunks. They even have little TVs in each one.

  “Yeah. They are twin size. There is a master bedroom toward the back of the bus and that is where some of our luggage is kept. The rest is stored underneath the bus. We decided it would be fair if we didn’t appoint one person to get the bedroom. Instead, we’ll use it to rehearse—,”

  “And as the designated fuck room,” Diesel adds, cutting Xander off.

  He drops that bomb and walks right past us to his bunk. Apparently, his is on top of mine. Great.

  “Shut it, Diesel. Have some respect, man!” Xander chastises.

  “Might as well open her eyes now, bro. You’re the one who invited her to tag along. This isn’t a daycare. We won’t be filtering what we say. At least I won’t.”

  “I didn’t ask you to, jack ass!” How dare he? That tag along jab stung, but I’ll be damned if I let it show. It’s apparent he doesn’t want me here. Noted.

  “Don’t be a fucking tool, Diesel.” Xander glares at him, and the tension between the two is palpable. This is what I don’t want.

  “Whatever,” Diesel dismisses. He reaches up and grabs the earphones from his bunk and leaves without another word.

  “I’m so sorry, Lourdes,” Xander starts.

  “It’s not a big deal. I halfway know what to expect and it doesn’t bother me. I don’t want you guys to be anyone other than yourselves. I’m documenting the band’s music journey, so I sure as hell don’t want a scripted one.” He shakes his head, but I can tell he is starting to calm down. “It’ll be okay. Promise me that you won’t give me any special treatment.”

  “Lourdes—,” he tries to object.

  “Promise, Xander, or I’ll have them turn this bus around and take me back. That’s not what I’m here for.”

  “Fine, princess. I know you have to experience it all. It’s just, to me, you’re still my baby sister. I respect what you’re asking so I promise to lay off.” He pulls me into a hug.

  “Thank you.”

  “Of course. Just know the bedroom is open to anyone when we’re not rehearsing. If you want to go in there for a nap, just to get away from the testosterone for bit, or just whatever. It has a bigger walk-in shower in the master bath too. The smaller one is toward the front of the bus.”

  Xander grabs my hand to show me the room. Just wow. This bedroom is so luxurious. The bed looks so plush. I just want to get lost in that thread count. Oh and the mirrors. They’re everywhere. I bet some kinky shit will go down in here. My heart sinks a little when I think about that kinky shit being with Diesel.

  “It’s really nice Xander,” I muster without tearing up.

  “Mhmm. Desiree did a good job. She got this bus for us.” He beams with pride. “You should check out the glass shower and jacuzzi tub in here.”

  “Maybe another time. A nap really does sound good right now. Brooke and I were up half the night talking, getting our last bit of girl time in before I left.” This all feels overwhelming all of a sudden. I’m both excited, and scared shitless. I can feel my unresolved feelings for Diesel trying to resurrect themselves and he’s made it clear that he has moved on. He’s already counting down the time until he can use that bedroom. I’ll never sleep in there and I don’t know how to prepare myself to listen to him fucking someone else. My bunk is close to the master bedroom, so hearing what goes down in there is inevitable. I remember how much it hurt that day when I realized he fucked Brooke’s cousin, Sasha. I didn’t have to listen to it, it was enough just to know she had a piece of him. We weren’t even in a relationship at the time. This is a fucking disaster waiting to happen, and I have no choice but to watch it play out. He’s no longer mine.

  We’ve been on the road two hours now, but Lourdes still hasn’t come out from her bunk to join us. Who knows if she’s still napping. I know I was somewhat of an insensitive douche earlier, but I had to set the tone. If she had any doubts about things remaining between us or rekindling what we had, I had to nip that shit in the bud. I’m not going back to that being that man she once knew. She wanted to join us so she will have to get used to seeing me fuck other bitches.

  The guys are already drinking beers to celebrate our new beginning. Even Lily has a beer. She’s sitting on Xander’s lap and it’s pretty evident that he’s pussy whipped. There will be no groupie ass for him—oh well, more for me. They’re being so loud, nobody notices when Lourdes comes into the room wiping her eyes. Holy fuck! My dick stands at complete attention in a nanosecond. She’s wearing some skimpy fucking black gym shorts that barely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. With her arms raised to wipe the sleep from her eyes, a hint of silver jewelry sparkles from her navel. When the fuck did she get that?

  “You guys are loud,” she says groggily. You can hear a pin drop now. With the exception of Xander, I know every motherfucker in here just popped a boner. That petite waist and curvaceous ass are beckoning me to pull her in that room and be the first to christen that fucking bed.

  “Uh, Lourdes. Where are your clothes, princess?” Xander is trying to be sweet about it, but I know he can see the lust in our eyes. I hate that they’re seeing what I’m seeing, but she’s not mine.

  “Hush, Xander. These are clothes,” she says pulling her tank back down over her belly. Only now, her fucking tits bulge over the top and I can’t
say shit.

  “I’m going to go ask Stewart how far we are from the next town. I’m starving,” I say as an excuse to get the hell away from her. I’m starving, all right. I want to suck and tease those fucking tits of hers while I pound the shit out of her. Seems my dick hasn’t gotten the memo that her three fuck limit is more than over. I get up and excuse myself after I get my dick under control.

  “Tell him we want pizza,” I hear Gable shout behind me.

  If they wanted pizza, they should have been the one going to talk to Stewart. I need to get back on my meal plan. We need to get groceries on this bus. These shit heads are not going to make me fuck off my diet. No, I’ll be cooking tonight. Stewart agrees to stop within an hour in Mississippi.

  “So are we getting pizza?” Keyser asks from the card table when I get back. I can barely concentrate, though. Lourdes is sitting on the sofa directly across from where I was originally sitting. She has one leg resting on the floor and the other resting on the sofa. I can see up her shorts. The crease of where her pussy and leg meet is fucking taunting me. I can almost see the outline. She sees me looking and puts the other leg on the sofa so I can get a perfect impression of her pussy lips through her flimsy ass shorts.

  Thank God the guys don’t notice. They’ve all headed to the table to play Spades. Lourdes is playing a dangerous game with me. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t know what she’s doing. This is not the same shy girl I met in the fall. She got her bellybutton pierced, she’s wearing skimpy as fuck clothes, and she is willingly showing me her pussy? Who the hell is this woman who boarded this bus with us? I don’t know how to feel about this change. I know it’s no longer my concern, but fuck, fuck, fuck!

  “What the hell, man? Are we getting pizza or not?” Keyser yells across the room.

  “Uh no,” I say trying to regain my wits. “We’re going to stop at a grocery store so we don’t have to keep stopping for food. I’ll cook tonight.”

  “Ah, hell. We’re going to be stuck on this bus with Diesel’s healthy ass food,” Xander teases. The guys let out a collective groan and Lily giggles.

  “Shut up, asswipes. How long have I been enduring the shit you all call food? Keep it up and I won’t buy alcohol either. We can all start fresh.” I know they would never go for that, but it’s fun to watch them shoot me the finger.

  “Lourdes and I will eat healthy with you, won’t we Lourdes?” Lily laughs even harder. “We have to watch our girlish figures,” she continues. Lourdes gives me a thumbs up. I know Lily is only joking since neither of them have issues in that department. Hell, I’m watching Lourdes’s figure right now.

  “Baby, you are perfect just the way you are,” Xander says to Lily. We all make gagging noises except Lourdes.

  The bus starts to slow so I look out the window. We’re pulling into the lot of a grocery store. Lourdes follows my gaze and then jumps up.

  “I’ll grab my flip flops,” she announces. “I’m coming in too. I have a few things I forgot to get.”

  “You need more than shoes if you’re fucking coming into the store with me,” I growl. I’m not going to watch the whole store ogle her ass.

  “You’re not the boss of me Diesel,” she smarts off.

  “Fine! Stay on the bus then.” I don’t have time for this shit. As soon as the bus comes to a complete stop, I’m out. I head straight back to the meat department. Shit, I forgot the list I made. Lourdes is already driving me crazy. I pick through a few packs of chicken breast until I find the ones I want. I hate shopping in stores that I’m unfamiliar with because I hate searching for shit. My shit is always on the outer aisles since I eat fresh, but it’s hell searching for the shit I know the guys like. I run into Keyser in the frozen food section.

  “What? I’m getting the frozen pizza,” he chuckles. “Everybody got off because they all had something they needed to get. I think it’s disorganized as fuck, but nobody made a list so whatever.” I keep quiet about my list. He said everybody got off the bus. That means Lourdes is around here somewhere in those fuck me shorts.

  I don’t have to wonder long. My trip to find the shampoo has me in direct line of sight with her bending over to read a bottle of Nexxus. Before she knows it, I’m on her. I spin her so that her back is against the shelves. Several bottles of shampoo topple over, but I don’t give a shit.

  “What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Lourdes?” My hands grip her thighs. That’s not where they want to be, though.

  “I’m not trying to do shit to you,” she says breathily. “Get off me.” She’s spitting mad yet she doesn’t do a very good job of trying to convince me she wants me to let her go. My hands curve around her ass as I pull her into me. I want her to feel how hard she is making my dick. Maybe I should just fuck her once to stave off the itch.

  “Why did you show me your pussy on the bus then? Why are you being a cock tease if you’re not dying for me to fuck you?” Her chest heaves, and I watch her tits rub against me. I want to slide my fingers inside her shorts and feel just how wet she is for me. My mouth is inches from hers now. I just need a taste.

  “I thought I was putting on a show for Sevyn,” she whispers against my lips. I fucking freeze. It’s like she’s just thrown a bucket of ice water on me. That was a low blow. One I didn’t think she was capable of.

  “What? You know I have difficulty telling you guys apart,” she jabs. I release her immediately. I want to fucking punch something, but instead I swipe a row of shampoo off the shelf. She wants my fucking brother? Well, fuck her. I can’t even look at her right now.

  “Diesel,” she squeals over the mess I made.

  “Stay the fuck away from me, Lourdes!” I don’t even get what I came down this aisle for. I make a beeline for the register to check out. Thankfully, I’m the first one back on the bus. I need a moment to regain my composure. I bring all my stuff in and leave it on the counter. I head to the master bedroom and lock the door. The urge to fucking punch something is still strong, so I start the shower and let it get hot before I get in. I angrily stroke my dick as the water rains down on me. I’m furious that Lourdes has me feeling this way. I hate that she can still get under my skin. I pump my dick faster, hoping that each stroke rids me of my desire for her. Only when I finally come, it ignites my anger even more. I get too much pussy to jerk off. Fuck her, goddamn it!

  I hear someone beating on the bedroom door. “Diesel, open up man.” I recognize the voice to belong to Keyser, yelling.

  I get out of the shower and towel myself dry. I wrap the towel around me before I walk into the bedroom and open the door. “What the hell Keyser?”

  “You just disappeared. I came to check on you.” He looks genuinely concerned. He must sense that something is up.

  “I just wanted some privacy to have a shower before everybody got back on the bus. Why are you being weird?” He looks relieved.

  “Makes sense. I wish I would have thought of that actually,” he laughs. He shakes his head, feeling foolish. “I just need to make sure I get my shower before the women do. They can spend an eternity in here. Especially in that tub.”

  “Yeah, well let me change and it’s all yours. I’ll make dinner when I come out.” That seems to satisfy him.

  “Okay. I’ll put the groceries away then.” He walks off. I don’t even bother telling him to wait until I pull out what I’m going to cook. I just close the door and fall back on the bed. I’ll get dressed in a minute.

  I don’t know how long I’m out for. I awake to pitch blackness and the bus moving. I stumble around until I finally find the light switch. I grab my phone off the dresser and see that a couple of hours have passed. I guess I was more tired than I thought. That and busting that nut didn’t help. It was over after that. Shit. Now, I’m late starting dinner. Those fuckers probably already baked the pizza. I find my duffle bag and just throw on a pair of basketball shorts. The minute I walk out of the room, an aroma of herbs and spices tantalizes my senses. It smells so damn good.

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bsp; Lily and Lourdes are in the kitchen cooking. I see that Lily is making a spinach salad with strawberries and walnuts. Lourdes’s back is still to me as she pulls chicken breast from the oven. She is bending over again and flashbacks from the scene earlier come rushing to my mind. Fuck me. I divert my attention to the guys sitting at the table across from the kitchen.

  “You guys are actually eating healthy?” I chuckle. “Sorry, I crashed. I just knew your asses would have gone for the pizza.”

  “Oh, believe me, we wanted to, but the women said no. They knew you were set on eating something healthy so they volunteered to cook so you could sleep,” Gable admits.

  “Yeah, we were outnumbered.” Keyser grins. I can’t help laughing now.

  “How were you outnumbered, dipshit? That’s two against three or three against three if you count my vote.”

  “Whatever. You get your damn healthy meal, while we eat like birds. You know Xander is pussy whipped so his vote is whatever Lily’s is. That makes it three against two.” He has a point there.

  “Hey,” Xander objects. We ignore him.

  “I’m going to eat that shit with my beer,” Gable chimes in. We all laugh at the banter we have going on while the women give us evil stares from the kitchen.

  “Did I just hear you call our food shit?” Lily asks in mock exasperation.

  “Don’t pay them no mind, babe,” Xander says going to her side. He leans down and gives her a kiss. I want to barf. Those two are nauseatingly sweet. I’m glad he’s happy though. I catch a glimpse of Lourdes looking at them longingly. She turns back toward the stove and begins putting the chicken on plates.

  “Is there something I can help with?” I ask. I’m not a complete ass. I appreciate that they cooked and let me sleep.

  “No, I think we got it,” Lourdes says softly. The sass from earlier has disappeared. I step aside and let her arrange the food to be served. The guys waste no time grabbing a plate as soon as they’re given the go ahead. They talked all that noise about my healthy food and now they’re rushing into the kitchen. It’s quite comical.

 

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