by Turner, Skye
ALLURING SEDUCTION
Book Two Bayou Stix
By
SKYE TURNER
Alluring Seduction
Book Two Bayou Stix
By
Skye Turner
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Kindle Edition
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Copyright © 2014 Skye Turner
All rights reserved.
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The author acknowledges the real people or places and copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: 49ers, Barbie, Barnes and Noble, Baton Rouge, BMW, BTR, Café Maspero’s, California Pizza Kitchen, The Cat’s Meow, CC’s Coffee House, Central Grocery, Cheshire Cat, French Market, French Quarter, Harrahs, Haunted History Tour, The Hustler Club, Ian Somerhalder, iPhone, Kona Grill, Lake Tahoe, Las Vegas Strip, LAX, Los Angeles, LSU, Luke Bryan, Marilyn Monroe, New Orleans, NOLA, Old State Capitol, Paramore, Patron, Perkins Rowe, Prince Charming, Razzoo’s, Rich Collins, The Rusty Nail, Saints, Salvatore Brothers, Snow White, TAO Nightclub, The Vampire Diaries, The Venetian.
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*Due to graphic sex scenes and strong language, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This is an ADULT book and contains graphic, sex scenes and explicit language.
Dedications
Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix is dedicated to my readers who have become fans.
I thank you for all of the messages, e-mails, Tweets, etc.
You are who I write for.
I’d also like to thank Rich Collins for allowing me to use him in the book. Stand up guy and amazing musician. Google him!
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedications
Acknowledgements
Disclaimer from Jessie Adams
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Playlist
About the Author
Connect with Skye on Substance B
Acknowledgements
I’d like to thank my Beta Readers for helping me out with my editing and proofreading, as well as for all the little comments that they left in the margins.
Joely Bogan ~Book Worms – Thank you for the support and for loving my characters.
Lindsey Lawson ~Daisy Dog Photography and Design – Thank you for the amazing teasers and for flying through the book, while flagging my silly errors.
Noelle Kinberger – Thank you for always having my back and for being an awesome Beta and friend!
Pam Mitcham – Thank you for being you and for taking the time out of being a new mom again to help Beta for me!
Rebecca Gegenheimer – Thank you for falling in love with my writing and helping with the Beta reading.
Roni Guzman ~Book Fanatics-Roni – As always, thank you for all you do for me. The pimping, the ear, the support, etc.
Sheraka Kirkland ~Crazy, Chaotic Book Babes – Thank you for helping me out with the Beta reading, for the pimping, and for just kicking ass.
Terrie Honeyball ~Obsession is a Book – Thank you for the beta reading, the promotion, the support, and for everything you do.
Thomas Noble – Thank you for once again being my “male perspective” and for being such a good friend. You’re support and faith in me is unwavering and I love you for it.
Thank you Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs for once again exceeding my expectations and going into my brain and making my vision a reality.
Disclaimer from Jessie Adams
Blue and I are electric.
This is your warning.
You will need to change your panties after reading our book. Ice and a fan are also a good idea.
If you are single, you might want to have the vibrator handy. If you are not single, you’re welcome.
May your own sex be rock star awesome. :)
Chapter One
Jessie
Another city. Lake Tahoe this time. Another sold out show. We rocked Harrah’s. Another nameless woman in my bed. This one’s a blonde. Same song, different day, but it’s getting old.
Two weeks left on this tour and then we’re heading home for some much needed downtime. Living on the road is hard. I’ve always thought this was what I wanted and I still do. I love performing. I love being on stage. I love being famous, but I also want a warm body, the same warm body, and a place with roots to rest my head, every night.
Damn Jude and Lexi. Now they’re engaged and their happiness has me jealous. Jude’s been engaged for two damn days and his entire world has changed. I want that…
The woman in my bed stirs and reaches over towards my pillow. “Jessie? Come back to bed.”
“Nah, I don’t think so, Doll. It’s time for you to head on out. This was fun, but I have things to do.” I mutter as I watch her through the window’s reflection.
She sits up and the sheet falls to her waist. Her overtly large, fake tits are standing at attention. Yeah, natural breasts don’t sit like that.
“Excuse me? Are you fucking serious? You’re kicking me out?” she screeches with shock.
“No, I’m not kicking you out. I’m telling you that you got what you wanted and now it’s time to leave. If I was kicking you out, I’d pull you out of bed, and throw you naked into the hallway.” I still refuse to turn around.
Why do these women always do this? They’re groupies. They set out with the sole intention of screwing us and then once they get it, we’re supposed to fall magically in love with them? Seriously?! They’re easy, no strings lays. That’s it. They get to say they fucked us and we get to blow our load in a warm, willing body. It’s really that simple.
I watch through the reflection as she grabs the sheet and jumps angrily out of bed trying to wrap it around herself. She scrambles to gather her clothes, muttering angrily the entire time. Once she finds her crotchless panties, yanks them on and pulls her miniscule dress up, she snatches up her shoes and flings the sheet towards me. “You are a piece of shit! The great ‘Jessie Adams’! Ha! I don’t have to take this! No one treats me like this! Y
ou’re going to regret this, you fucking loser!”
“Ok, you got what you wanted, Blondie. Now can we skip the dramatics? Get the hell out of my room.” I sigh.
She marches over to the door and rips it open. “Fucking asswipe!” It bounces off the wall and she flips me off before slamming it on her way out.
Well, that was fun. This shit is so not worth it.
Turning away from the lights reflecting through the window, I run my hands through my hair and take in the scene in my suite. The bed is completely destroyed and now the sheet is thrown over the couch. The lamp is turned over, next to a practically empty tequila bottle. My clothes are scattered throughout the room, and wait… is that the blonde’s bra hanging from the light fixture?
I grab the tequila bottle and swallow the last little bit, before stripping the bed down completely, and calling Housekeeping for new sheets.
Blue
I am so ready for this tour to be over. I can’t believe I’ve been tagging along with Bayou Stix for eight weeks now. I’m not a road reporter, dammit! I’ve been in this business for too long and busted my ass too much to get where I am for some selfish prick to mess with it! This is my career!
I love Jude. He’s such a good friend, and the rest of the guys are great, especially Liam. They’ve made the trip bearable, but Jessie… God, he pisses me off! Two weeks and then I can fly back to Los Angeles and veg out in my condo for a few weeks.
I’m walking down the hall to my suite and I see Jessie’s suite door fly open and some disheveled blonde skank stomps out. She’s screaming into the room that he’s a “fucking asswipe” with her shoes in her hand, flipping him the bird with the other hand, and her hair is a mess. Classy.
She marches past me, jostling me with her shoulder, and never even spares me a glance. Stupid bitch. “Excuse you! Watch where you’re going!” Then, shaking my head, I mutter, “Bitch!”
My room is two doors down from his, so I have to walk past it. The door apparently didn’t latch from her “graceful exit” and is still open. My eyes stray to the inside of the room as I reach it. They widen as I take in the mess. Sheets and clothes are everywhere. Things are knocked over and, holy shit… is that a bra hanging from the light fixture?
I can’t help but notice Jessie with his back to the door. He’s on the phone as he strips the bed and throws everything to the floor. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low riding boxer briefs and I can clearly see his muscled, tattooed back. The colorful artwork on his arms ripples as he removes the sheets. His shoulder length blond hair is messy. Like someone, the skank I’m sure, has been running their hands through it.
I think I gasp. I hate that he gets my blood pumping and not just because he pisses me off! He hears me, and whips his head around. Shit!
His sky blue eyes meet mine and I can see he’s pulling on his lip ring with his teeth. His eyebrow raises and he smirks at my expression. I hurriedly school it as he strolls to the door. He stops right in front of me and leans against the doorjamb. “Really, Blue? Spying on me?” he says with disdain.
My temper ignites and my eyes flash a warning. “As if, Jessie. I’m not spying on you. I have to walk past your room to get to my room. And your pissed off playmate just practically mowed me down leaving this party. Really, have some self-respect! Maybe you should stop picking up fake Barbie bitches who fuck everything they can, before you catch something and your dick falls off!”
“You’re such a bitch, Blue. Mind your own damn business! And my dick is none of your business.” He grabs the door with his hands and I can see his knuckles turning white from the pressure he’s exerting. He’s also clenching his teeth.
“No shit! Thank God for that! Like I give a shit who or what you dip your stick into. ‘Groupie Barbie’ was right! You are an ‘asswipe’!” I’m so pissed, I can’t see straight and the urge to smack him is so strong, I’m mentally restraining myself from stepping up to him and letting him have it.
“Good. At least you know your place!” He steps back and slams the door in my face.
No he did not! What a fucking asshole!
I’m seething as I make my way down to my room. Just as I reach it and go to insert my keycard, the elevator dings, and I see Housekeeping make their way to Jessie’s door with an armful of fresh white sheets.
Unconsciously, I stop to watch as she knocks on his door. He opens it, still shirtless, but he steps out into the hallway and I notice he’s put on some dark grey lounge pants. I see the pretty young woman’s cheeks flush as she takes in his appearance. His chest and torso are also covered with colorful ink until it disappears into the waist of his low hanging pants. He smiles at her and his lip ring sparkles in the light.
They speak softly, so I can’t hear them and then he takes her hand and presses something softly into her palm. She looks down and her face lights up as she smiles. As she turns to head back to the elevator, he catches me watching him and raises his brow at me, before he turns on his heel and the door roughly shuts behind him.
I’m left staring at his closed door in the hallway and thinking about how ready I am to leave this shit behind me! I open my own door with shaking hands and get ready for bed.
Two weeks cannot be over fast enough!
Chapter Two
Jessie
Thank God this is the last stop of the tour. We’re in Vegas and tomorrow is the last show. Tonight, the guys and I are hitting the town. I so need it. Jude is nauseatingly happy and all he can talk about is his wedding in less than a month. He and Lexi have decided to get married just before New Year’s, neither of them wants to wait. I’m happy for them. He’s a completely different guy with her, but I’m sick of hearing about it. Well not really, but hearing about them makes me long for things to be different for me. When did I become such a pansy?!
This tour was great and we made a lot of headway with the smaller concerts and getting more personal with the fans, perfect set up to starting on the new album in January. It was harder on all of us than we thought it would be though. We’re all ready for it to be over.
All I want to do tonight is hang out with my boys on the Las Vegas Strip and drink.
I’m making my way through the casino to the elevators, to hopefully relax a bit in my room before rehearsal tonight when my phone chimes with a new text. I take it out of my pocket and swipe my finger across the screen to bring up the text.
“Jude
Dude, what the fuck color is Persimmon?”
I roll my eyes, as I push the button for the elevator, and type a reply.
“Jessie
How the fuck am I supposed to know?
The fruit is like orange. I think.”
The doors ping to indicate they’re opening and no one steps off, so I step on and punch the button for the twenty fifth floor while shaking my head. I get another text.
“Jude
Orange?
It’s orange?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know what the hell kind of color ‘persimmon’ is? I’m not a chick!” I mutter under my breath.
I hear a giggle behind me. “It’s a pinkish orange.” More giggling. “Persimmon, that is.”
Turning around, the first thing I see are the bare legs under the bottom of a see through shirt kind-of-thing and zebra flip flops with blue toenails. My eyes travel up the shapely legs to the hem of the shirt at perfectly rounded hips, before skimming over a womanly stomach with a dangly purple belly ring. My eyes continue up to the swell of nice, lush breasts barely contained by a bikini top and then rest on the amused face of… Blue Delaney.
Holy shit. She has a smoking hot body. She’s so curvy. All woman. Fuck. I hope she doesn’t say something smartass, because it’s very clear I was just checking her out.
“Jude?” I must have a blank look on my face, because she says slowly, “Was that Jude?” She points at my phone. “The text?”
“Yeah.” I shake my head to clear some of the fog. “It was Jude. I’m assuming its wedding shi
t. He asked me what color ‘persimmon’ is.” I chuckle. “Like I’m supposed to know that.”
“That’s a beautiful color for a wedding.” She says softly and then stares at the floor and starts fidgeting. Either she’s nervous or she really wants to get away from me. Knowing her, I’m going with the second choice. Neither of us speaks. I play on my phone. Well, not really. I pretend to play on my phone while watching Blue out of the corner of my eye. Why is this damn elevator so slow?
Suddenly, the elevator makes a screeching noise and jerks to a stop, jostling both of us. “What the fuck?”
Blue’s eyes go wide and I can see the fear in her strangely blue eyes. “Oh my God. What happened? Why did we stop?”
I jab the buttons as I look up at the display above the doors. It’s blank. I have no idea where we are in the elevator shaft. “I don’t know. I think we stalled.” I continue to push random buttons, just hoping for a response from the elevator.
She starts rubbing her arms and shaking. “No, this is not happening. Make it go! We can’t be stuck in an elevator. I can’t be stuck with you in an elevator! Make it go!” She sounds panicked.
Well, shit! I don’t want to be stuck in here with her either, but we’re in a bustling hotel… in Vegas. They’ll get it fixed soon. Right?
I spot the emergency call box. As soon as I pick it up, it rings, and someone picks up. “Yeah, this is Jessie Adams. I’m in the elevator in the right tower, I have no idea what floor we’re on or between, and we’re stuck. The elevator just stopped.”
I talk to them for a minute and then hang up. Sighing, I turn to look at a very panicked Blue. “Well, the good news is they know we’re stuck here. It appears we’re stuck directly between the tenth and eleventh floor. But, uh… the bad news is that the transformer for this shaft blew and well, it’s going to be a while before they can get us out.” One hand is still holding the phone and the other is running through my hair.