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

Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) by S.R. Watson, Shawn Dawson Read Free Book Online Page B

Book: Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) by S.R. Watson, Shawn Dawson Read Free Book Online
Authors: S.R. Watson, Shawn Dawson
Tags: Book Two, S.I.N. Rockstar Trilogy
overlooking Los Angeles. “Come,” he instructs. He tells Diesel to stand against the railing and do whatever feels natural.
    And holy hell does he give us a show. What is it about a man in jeans and bare feet? Diesel is the fucker who destroyed my heart. I’m not even supposed to be on this tour. Yet here I am, lust driven and completely turned the fuck on, as I watch him transition through poses for Antonio. He inches his jeans down just a tad, but enough to expose that vein that sits along his V, where my tongue wants to trace. Memories of his beautiful cock compete with my desire to remain angry with him and it pisses me off. I can’t forget about his deceit. I can’t forget why I promised myself I would never be with him that way again. Just last night, I thought he fucked Ivy for God’s sake. Maybe I just need to get laid. I haven’t been with anyone since him. I’m choosing to believe that he and Sevyn wouldn’t be that dirty to let me sleep with the brother without my consent. That is the only reason I can move forward and give us a chance to be friends again. I will never forget though. It’s going to take time for the anger that rears its head every time I remember the relationship he tarnished, to completely dissipate.
    “That’s a wrap, man. You killed it,” Antonio says while playing back pictures through the viewfinder. Diesel just gives him a thumbs up. Desiree thanks the photographer for his time and informs the guys they have one hour to get something to eat before set up and rehearsal at the venue they’re performing at tonight.
    “Fuck yeah,” Keyser hoots. “Almost show time on the big stage.” This starts a conversation about the thousands of fans that will be in attendance. Some of their loyal fan base from Hundred Degree’s bar is even making the trip down to see them play their first show. I trail behind them and pull out my phone to call Brooke. She’s between classes so we keep the conversation short. I let her know we made to Cali.
    “How are you getting along with Diesel?” She gets straight to the point.
    “Decent,” I say in code. “Better than expected.” Brooke takes the hint that I can’t go into specifics.
    “Is he there with you now?”
    “Yeah. We’re all heading to get something to eat and then they have to get ready for tonight.”
    “Gah. I wish I could be there. I’m glad you finally called me though. I thought I was going to have to come find you. I’m happy to hear your holding up and you two didn’t kill each other on sight,” she jokes.
    I’m not sure holding up is what I’d call how I’m feeling at the moment, but I don’t elaborate. “You’d like Lily. She’s sweet, but can hold her own.” Lily is walking hand in hand with Xander, but she turns back to look at me when she hears her name. Apparently she was listening, so I’m glad I didn’t say anything too revealing about Diesel and myself.
    “I’m glad you have someone to hang out with since I can’t be there. I bet Xander is happy that you two are getting along, as well.” I hadn’t even thought about that.
    “The guys are okay. They like playing cards and dominos—real down to earth,” I share.
    “ Mhmm . I have feeling that will change as soon as they find groupies to bang at every stop. They’ll have some other games they’ll like to play that won’t include you ladies. Well, Lily will get to play with Xander, but that’s going to leave you odd man out unless you find your own piece.” I swear Brooke has no shame.
    “Are you encouraging me to become a womanwhore?” I giggle.
    “Your ass is forever making up words,” she giggles with me. “Womanwhore? Geez, you’re single. Find some unattached dick. It’s easy for us. Men don’t have a problem with no strings, one night stand fucking.” I swear she’s insufferable.
    “You know I can’t just sleep with some random guy,” I whisper into the phone. “I’m not that…sexually free.”
    “And note that I

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