Maybe I needed another chick to get her out of my head. Diesel’s idea of a party was a good one; I could get laid and erase Lindsay from my mind. It was the perfect solution.
I spent the rest of the drive to Vegas working on some songs for our next album with Diesel. We always worked together and wrote all of our songs for the band. We usually started with the music and then added the lyrics. It was such a rush, better than any drug. Sometimes it was even better than stepping onto the stage to the sounds of screaming fans.
I didn’t even give Lindsey a second thought until we got the Hard Rock Café hotel where we were staying. I got off of the bus and looked over in time to see her get off the press bus parked behind us.
She didn’t notice me, so I was able to check her out. She was wearing tiny jean shorts and a tank top that hugged her curves. Images of her tits with her tight nipples flashed through my mind. She had the most perfect real tits I’d seen in a long time.
She had her hair back in a simple ponytail with hoop earrings in her ears. Chuck Taylors adorned her feet and I had to admit she looked fucking sexy. She would probably look sexy in a garbage bag though. So many women I met tried too hard but with her, it was natural.
That was a big part of my attraction to her. She was real. She didn’t fall all over me or suck up to me because I was Cane Stephens. She didn’t let me get away with any bullshit around her and wasn’t afraid to call me out.
She didn’t dress like a whore or wear a ton of make-up. She had a style of her own and didn’t care what anyone else thought. I was a little surprised she didn’t have a boyfriend already.
“What are you waiting for?” Zane asked, nudging me with his arm. He was carrying a couple of bags and standing behind me.
“Nothing,” I mumbled and went into the hotel. I sat in the lobby, waiting for our manager to come back with our room keys.
A couple of girls walked by in dresses that looked about two sizes two small. With their same long straight bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, they could have been twins. I caught their eye and smiled. I wiggled my finger for them to come over and soon they were on their way. Maybe an afternoon with these two ladies would erase that spunky redhead from my mind.
“Ladies, how are you today?” I said with a grin and patting my legs for them to sit their bony asses down on. They didn’t look so skinny from further away. Their skin looked orange in the light of the lobby and they had on way too much make up. That’s okay, after a few more beers and some pot, I wouldn’t even notice.
“Are you ladies interested in a party?” I asked them, setting my hands on their lower backs, right above their asses.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lindsey walk by and I didn’t even hear their responses. Our eyes met and she shook her head with a smile. I’m not sure why, but I felt embarrassed she caught me with the girls. It didn’t matter; we fucked once and that was it. I could do whatever I wanted.
I let the girls keep chattering on my lap, pretending to pay attention to them, but I was really watching Lindsey. Some punk in skater shorts and a wife beater came up to her. She smiled at him, but she didn’t really seem happy to see him; the smile never reached her eyes.
The guy stood close to her, almost like he was telling all the other guys in the room to back off. I had never seen him before. Was he some dude she picked up after me?
“Ladies, wait here,” I said, standing up before they could respond. I was going to find Drew and get the scoop. He said it was his job to know everything about the tour and people on it, but he seemed to know an awful lot about Lindsey. I knew he had the hots for her, but the way he acted was almost stalkerish.
I found Drew over in the corner of the lobby on his cell phone. He held up a finger for me to wait a minute while he finished. I crossed my arms and looked over to where Lindsey was. She didn’t look happy to have that guy hanging around her.
Drew finished his 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 very 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 shoved my hands into my pockets. “No reason really. He just looked like a douche and she didn’t really seem happy to see him.”
“From what 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 here. 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 grinned wryly. I
“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 was 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 my 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 through the musicians on this tour. I was going to be too busy getting pussy to even notice.
8
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 all 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 relax. I loved this assignment, but all of those days on the road were exhausting. I 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 my hotel room 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 demanded, trying to peek in the small hole.
There stood Shaun in the hallway 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 muttered, 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 judgment 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 reached 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 as 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 what 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; we hadn’t done anything wrong. 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.” My shoulders slumped; there was no way I could deny it. Maybe he would go away if I admitted it. “So what if we fucked, Shaun? You and I aren’t together so it doesn’t matter.”
“Why would you be with him?” He 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 back away from him so I could close the hotel door and 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 muttered.
“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 onto the bed 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.
“Why 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 said 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 causing it to fall open, exposing my breasts to him.
“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 is way him 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 and 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 muttered. “If you want to play rough, we can play rough.” He kept his hand in my hair and I could hear him messing 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 that 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’s close behind me and I finally resigned myself to the fact this was going to happen.
9
Cane
I don't know how long I was in the shower, but when I got out, I could hear the people in the 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 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 store 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.
I slipped on some jeans and paced my room, not sure if I should just call security or go intervene myself. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard one word. The fucker said “Linds.” I couldn’t make out what else he was saying, but if there was even a chance someone was hurting her, I had to stop it.
I slipped on my boots in case I had to kick the door open but I didn’t bother with a shirt and stormed out of my room. I paused for a second in the hallway and listened to make sure it was the room next door and not above me. I heard another sob and that was all I needed to spur me into action.
I pounded on the door next to mine. “What’s going on in there? Lindsey, are you in there? Are you ok?”
There was a pause. “Go away, Cane,” a female voice said feebly. It sounded like she had been crying. What had that asshole done to her? Was I too late?
“I’m not going away until you answer the door. I have the room next door and I heard crying. Let me see that you’re ok.” I wanted to break the door down but I didn’t want whoever was in there with her to hurt her even worse.
“Please,” she pleaded, unable to stop the sob that escaped. “Go away.”
I sent a quick text to Drew to get hotel security to Lindsey’s room ASAP. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath. I scrubbed my hand with my face. This was in; I was going in.
I stepped back from the door and kicked my foot against it. I didn’t even give them a warning. It gave a little on the first kick but didn’t open completely, so I kicked it again. This time it flew open and my jaw dropped when I found Lindsey on the floor with her robe up around her waist. That dude I saw her talking to earlier in the lobby was behind her on his knees with his pants down. What the fuck?
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