by Skye Turner
Freezing, I turn back and look at him. “Yeah?”
He’s just standing beside his open door looking at me. “She’s happy. With you I mean… Summer. She’s happy with you. It’s obvious.” He shrugs and smiles sadly. “I wasn’t the man she wanted… it was you… all along, it was you. And she’s happy. So, no hard feelings, man, ok?!”
Wow, ok then.
I nod at him. “I’m happy, too. And look… I’m sorry. But… I do love her and I intend to keep her happy.”
He nods. “I can see that you do,” and waves as he gets into his car. The engine starts and he backs out. I just stand there looking at him. He waves again as he put the car in drive and slowly pulls away.
I watch until his tail lights turn the corner and then sigh as I mutter, “Well, ok then,” and walk back to the hotel.
Summer opens her door as soon as I knock. “I was about to send out a search party. You were gone a little while. I was starting to worry…”
Leaning in, I kiss her. Her hands cup my shoulders before sliding over them tangling in the hair at my nape. Eventually, we stop kissing and she chuckles. “Um ok. You weren’t gone that long.”
“Do I make you happy, Summer?” I ask.
Her eyes widen and she repeats it. “Do you make me happy? What the hell? Yes, you make me happy, Sean. Why? What happened?”
Smiling, I hand her the rectangle box. She frowns as she reaches out. “What–– What are you doing? What is this?”
“Open it. Nothing happened. I just wanted you to say that you were happy with me.”
She smiles. “Are you sure that’s all?”
I nod at the small box. “I am. Open it.”
With shaking hands, she opens the box and gasps. Reaching into it, she traces the charm on the delicate white gold chain, an infinity symbol made of locking hearts. Her eyes raise to mine. “It’s beautiful.”
Taking the box from her, I remove the necklace and put it on her neck. As I latch it, I lean down and tap the charm where it’s sitting in the hollow of her throat. “So are you, Summer. I love you…”
Her eyes glaze as she throws her arms around me and she groans, “Oh, Sean. I love you, too.”
The room is dark as we lay on the crisp sheets of the hotel and stare at each other in the light from the TV. The blues from the screen are flickering off the necklace at her throat as she rubs it between her fingers.
Reaching out, I take her hand. Her fingers let go of the chain to instantly weave with mine. She presses a kiss to the back of my hand and lays them on the bed between us.
“What? What’s that sigh about?”
Her nose wrinkles and she laughs lightly. “Nothing. I’m just laughing at myself.”
My brows arch as I ask, “Why?”
Rolling, she let’s go of my hand and props her chin on her hand so she can look down at me. “The first time I saw you… I forgot how to breathe, Sean. You were so incredibly sexy and so unlike any man I’d ever been interested in. I was shocked I was so attracted to you… but then we started flirting and we kissed a few times. I was so into you, I actually played with the idea of just sleeping with you… but I knew that I couldn’t do that. I’m not structured that way. So, I backed off and then… all of this happened…”
What is she saying?
Through dry lips, I ask, “Is that bad? I was into you too, you know. Obviously…”
She chuckles and traces a heart on my chest. “I know. But I never thought I’d be with you… like this… as a couple. I never thought I’d be in love with you… or that you… you would love me back.”
She obviously has no idea of her appeal.
Acting quickly, I roll her until she’s underneath me. “Well, I’d like to point out that I said it first…” Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. She tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back and stare at her. “Summer, I love you. How the hell could I not love you?! You’re it… I’m a goner… You own me…”
She mutters, “Ditto, baby,” and we forget all about talking as we revel in each other and get lost in the rhythm of our love.
Playlist
Treat You Better – Shawn Mendes
Are You With Me – Easton Corbin
The Light – Disturbed
Tornado – Little Big Town
This Dance – Five For Fighting
Setting The World On Fire – Kenny Chesney/ P!nk
Me And My Broken Heart – Rixton
City Of Angels – Thirty Seconds To Mars
Light It Up – OneRepublic
Something’s Gotta Give – LeAnn Rimes
Fix – Chris Lane
Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira
Valentine – Jim Brickman
Mad Love – Canaan Smith
Hanging By A Moment – Lifehouse
It’s Not Right For You – The Script
Why – Jason Aldean
If It’s Love – Train
Think Of You – Chris Young/ Cassadee Pope
Go Down – Daughtry
Crash and Burn – Thomas Rhett
Walking In Memphis – Marc Cohn
Fast – Luke Bryan
Not Going To Be Afraid – Finger Eleven
You Should Be Here – Cole Swindell
The Hammer’s Coming Down – Nickelback
With You – Linkin Park
Toxic – Britney Spears
Running For You – Kip Moore
The Fighter – Keith Urban/ Carrie Underwood
Sernity – Godsmack
I Know Somebody – LOCASH
T-Shirt – Thomas Rhett
Determinate – Cast of Lemonade Mouth
Mean To Me – Brett Eldridge
Record Year – Eric Church
Every Time I Hear Your Name – Keith Anderson
War Over Me – Papa Roach
From The Ground Up – Dan + Shay
No Surprise – Daughtry
Acknowledgements
The important people
Thank you to my Beta Readers: Betsy, Heather, Kristin, Lheanne, and Summer.
Thank you Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs for my perfect cover.
Thank you to my girl, Amanda, for reading through my scenes and teasers and giving me the boost and encouragement I needed!
Thank you to my readers for buying and loving my work. I have so much more to share with you.
And finally, but most importantly… Thank you to my loves: my husband James, for ALWAYS supporting me, our diva darling, and our lil man. You three are why I get up every morning and where some of the awesome and hilarious in my books comes from!
About the Author
Skye Turner
Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned Internationally Bestselling Author of the Sexy Adult Romance series Bayou Stix.
She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.
She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and nine fur babies.
When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or catching up on her family oriented blog.
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Book 2 Bayou Stix
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Alluring Seduction
Book 2 Bayou Stix
By
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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! You’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. 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?
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 your room. 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 making 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, h
e 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!
