Sex in Numbers (S.I.N. Rock Star #1)
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Sex in Numbers (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy)
Copyright © 2015 S.R. Watson & Shawn Dawson
First Edition: December 2015
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction. The publication of these trademarks is not associated with or sponsored by the trademark owner.
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Cover Design: Louisa Maggio of LM Creations
Editor: Karen Hrdlicka
Photographer: Golden Czermak of FuriousFotog
Formatter: Stacey Blake of Champagne Formats
Cover Model: Shawn Dawson
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Leave it All Behind
Playlist
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Acknowledgement
About the Author ~ S.R. Watson
About the Author ~ Shawn Dawson
The Object of His Desire - Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Leave it All Behind
Original Song Lyrics by Diesel
I keep telling myself it's the last time
Each time it proves to be a lie
The darkness pulls me deeper into the shadows
It won't let me see the light.
It's a never ending battle that I can't seem to win,
Maybe one day I'll defeat the devil…
the monster that lives within.
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
Take back control… Make my escape from these demons I face.
This is my warning to you.
This is your chance to be free.
Don't give into the hunger I crave
because I can't be sated.
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
You’re my weakness, this is clear to see
I try to hide the demons from you that live inside of me
You’re getting too close to finding out my secret
And now I have to let you go, so that you may never know
Take back control… Make my escape from these demons I face.
This is my warning to you.
This is your chance to be free.
Don't give into the hunger I crave
because I can't be sated.
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
I want to leave it all behind
Sex in Numbers Music Playlist
• Have Faith in Me - A Day To Remember
• Fuck You all the Time- Jeremih
• Come Undone - Duran Duran
• I wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkey
• Planes-Jeremih
• Love. Sex. Riot - Issues
• Tonight (Best I Ever Had) - John legend
• Speechless- Memphis May Fire
• One Way or Another - Until the Ribbon Breaks
• The Danger in Starting a Fire - A Day To Remember
• The Dying Hymm- The Color Morale
• The Worst of Them - Issues
• Out of Exile - Audioslave
• If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember
• Hello - Adele
• The Sinner - Memphis May Fire
• The Downfall of Us All - A Day To Remember
The dancing lights, shining down on me are hot as fuck. My shirt clings to my chest from the sweat. My guys are going hard on the guitar and drums, while I deliver these Have Faith in Me lyrics. We’re on fire tonight! We rock Hundred Degrees bar every weekend and it never gets old. “So cling to what you know and never let go…” I make sure to make eye contact with the women standing front and center as I sing. One of these bitches will be my conquest tonight. The eye contact personalizes the experience for them. So they think. We’re on the second verse when I spot her. I don’t know how I missed her ‘fuck me’ eyes before or those tits, for that matter. Even with the lights in my eyes, I can see this sexy brunette with Double D cleavage spilling over her midriff top, and a skirt so short, it barely covers her ass. I wink at her and she blushes. The women to her right and her left blush too—they mistakenly think that the wink was for them. I’m sure they’d be down for a threesome, but this last set has me spent. I’m not in the mood to pleasure three bitches tonight. No, the sexy brunette is the lucky winner. I pull my shirt off over my head and watch as her eyes narrow. That telltale sign has sealed her fate. She will be on my cock before the bar closes.
Our gig for tonight is finally finished. I’m sitting in this makeshift, backstage area, designated for us by the bar. The room is a pretty decent size at about 24 x 20 feet, so I can’t complain. Not to mention, the owner, Steve, has tricked this room out with black and white leather sofas and other contemporary shit we don’t need. The bitches love it. All we need is a place to change and store our equipment, but he goes the extra the mile to ensure that we keep coming back. We fill the house every weekend—mostly horny women, thus bringing the men too. It’s a win-win. My thoughts are cut short by a timid knock at the door. Bandmates, Keyser and Gable, have already left for an after party with two chicks. Xander was the first to leave. He said something about grabbing a few things from the store before his stepsister arrived tomorrow. It’s after midnight, but okay. The only person left, that it could be, is my pussy for tonight. I had already given the green light to club security to let the brunette through if she came sniffing around backstage. I was beginning to think that she won’t show—afraid of the possible rejection. Who am I kidding? I’m sure she is aware of her assets and how to work them. Women like that always get what they want. She is in for a surprise though, because so do I. When she crosses the threshold of this room, I run the show.
My sexual appetite is unparalleled and so are my desires. Not every woman is privy to my tastes—I’m selective in that regard. I will have to see how this one behaves. If she submits, I will tilt her world on its fucking axis. If she needs persuasion, I will let her suck my cock before I show her the door. Those are my terms and ones that I live by.
I open the door and I’m greeted with a wicked smile. Her intentions are written all over her face. “Hi,” she says, coyly. I’m not fooled by the innocent act though.
“Come in. What is your name, sweetheart?” I step aside and let her in. The security guy gives me a thumbs up before I close the door behind her.
“Simone,” she purrs. My eyes are drawn to her red lipstick with thoughts of those lips w
rapped around my dick. “Nice dressing room,” she adds.
“Thanks. So what’s on your mind, Simone?” I ask, getting straight to the reason for her visit. I’ve never been one for pleasantries.
“Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“The reason you’ve come to my dressing room?” I can see she is trying to hold on to this coy act, but I’m not having it.
“Oh well. I wanted to meet you. The other guys are great, I’ve been coming here for a while, but tonight was the first time I had a chance to be so close to the stage,” she replies. Such bullshit. I hate liars and women who come back here, only to play innocent.
If you want to fuck me, own that shit. That I can respect. I can smell how fucking wet she is for me, yet she wants to hold on to this illusion of being a good girl. I’m about to shatter this little game she thinks she’s playing.
“Nice meeting you, Simone, but what I really want is my cock sucked. So the way I see it, if you’ve gotten what you’ve come for, then there is the door. If you want to get me off, then get on your knees.” I watch as hesitation crosses her face. She is probably not used to men being so blunt—instead used to them being wrapped around her finger. Her hesitation only lasts for a second before a smile crosses those lips. She drops to her knees, and her submission is enough to make me hard. I stroke my cock a few times, so she can watch it grow through my jeans. Her salivation is confirming everything I though about her. Good girl, my ass. I take my dick out and rub it across her lips to tease her. She opens her mouth to take me in, but I pull back. My show.
“I say when, sweetheart,” I tell her. I tease her a little more, until a bead of cum forms at the tip of my dick. She greedily licks it all. “Open,” I command. She enthusiastically does as I say, so I let her take me to the back of her throat. Holy shit. Doesn’t she have a gag reflex?
Her expertise at sucking me off has definitely given away she is not new to this. Fuck, she is amazing. She bobs up and down on my length, and I can feel the tingling in my balls. I’m so close. I grab her by the hair to guide her for a few strokes before I try to pull her away. She refuses to be separated from my dick. I fucking explode in her mouth and she doesn’t even flinch. She continues sucking and licking until she has every last drop. I let my shit throb for a few seconds, while I watch the look of satisfaction on her face. I wasn’t planning on fucking her, but she has earned it.
“Stand up and take that skirt off.” She quickly stands up and does as I say. This one is a quick learner. I reach over and pull her shirt underneath her tits. Damn, they’re completely suckable, but I need to make this quick. The bar will be closing soon and I need to be out of here before then.
“The panties, too?” she asks.
“Nope.” I turn her around and bend her over the counter. I grab a condom from my pocket, and slide it on, before pulling her panties to the side. Just as I thought. She is so wet—no priming needed. I slam into her and she cries out in ecstasy. I fuck her hard and fast as her knees buckle. I knew this one would like it rough.
“Fuck, yes!” she screams. “Fuck me harder!” I pound into her a few more times before she is coming all over my dick. The clinch of her pussy is enough to pull me over the edge with her. After I’m done, I peel the condom off.
“Thanks, Simone. It’s was really nice meeting you,” I wink. She smiles and begins grabbing her skirt and fixing her clothes. She knows that her time has come to an end. I go into the bathroom adjacent from our dressing room, to clean up a bit, and when I come back she is gone. Xander has already taken the rest of my shit back to the lake house with him, so I don’t have anything to pack up. I grab my helmet from the corner and make my way outside to my bike. We play here again tomorrow night.
This is ludicrous. Possibly the worst idea I’ve had yet. I’ve spent the last few years making sure I was invisible to the opposite sex, and now I’m going to live with four men for the summer. My stepbrother, Xander, has invited me to stay with him and his bandmates at their lake house before classes start this fall. We haven’t seen each other in a few years and have only kept in touch by phone. I really miss Xander, but I question whether I can really go through with this. On one hand, it is a chance of a lifetime. I will get to observe the journey of his band as they strive to get a record deal. If I’m going to be a music journalist, I need to know every aspect of the music business—not just the glamorous illusion, but also the road to fame. On the other hand, I’m awkward around men. To think about being around four of them, absolutely petrifies me. Gah, why do I have to be such a chickenshit? I know Xander won’t let these guys do anything to me. He’s said so himself. They’re all manwhores, I’m sure. Their band name is Sex in Numbers for God’s sake. Either way, if I’m going to be successful in the business, I need to find a way to prohibit my past from crippling me. This just may be therapy I need—a push out of my comfort zone.
I stand here at the curb of the arrival section of Birmingham Airport. Xander should be here in any moment to pick me up. My nerves are all over the place. I clutch my hot pink luggage tightly to redirect my focus. My luggage is the most colorful possession that I have. Black is my usual color of choice. From my baggy jeans to my black nail polish, everything I wear is black. The darkness matches my soul and my past. It keeps people away from me, especially men. I don’t trust them. The only person to penetrate my ‘fuck off’ shield is Brooke. She is my best friend and the complete opposite of myself. We met at the community college I just transferred from, and from day one, she refused to be ignored. She didn’t stop until she broke down my defenses. She thinks I’m just a cynic, but she only knows the lies that I told her to explain why I am, the way that I am. The pink luggage was a gift from her and a rebellious attempt to protest my black obsession. Whatever. My thoughts are interrupted by a sleek, black Escalade that pulls up and stop in front of me. Xander steps out of the SUV, and I swear he has hit a growth spurt. I don’t remember him being so tall. He comes around the back of the SUV as he runs hands through his blond hair. His cerulean blue eyes crinkle and a frown creases his brows as he take me in.
“What the hell happened to my baby sister?” he jokes. There is an underlying seriousness in his tone. I’ve always had brunette hair, but now my waist-length tresses are blue-black from my home dye job. I’m told my hair makes my gray eyes look freakish. My hair is my veil to hide when I don’t want to be seen. I’m not the girl he remembers from three years ago.
“What do you mean? It’s still me,” I chide. He begins putting my suitcases in the trunk as he shakes his head.
“Still you, but Gothified,” he chuckles. “My princess has turned into Goth Barbie,” he teases. Princess was the nickname he had for me, before our parents separated, and mom moved onto husband number three.
“Hush, you still love me. And Gothified is not even a word.”
“Of course it is. I just need to get used to your new look.” He closes the trunk and opens the passenger door for me. He is still the sweet guy that I remember. He is a little taller now, but still lean like a swimmer. With his charm, I bet all the women swoon over him. I don’t know if I want to find out the meaning behind the name for their band — Sex in Numbers. I want to keep my sweet image of my stepbrother pure. Hopefully, he’s not a whore magnet like most guys in a band. Okay, to be fair, I don’t know any guys in any band—just what I see on T.V.
“You’re late, brother. This ‘look’ is not new. This has been me since you left,” I point out.
“Whatever, Goth girl, let’s get you to your new home for the summer.”
This place is a dream. It has three levels and a deck that leads to the lake. The main level is on the second floor, where I am now. The bedrooms are on the first and third floor. The furnishing and decor are contemporary and doesn’t look like the home of rockers. Leave it to Mr. Nolan, Xander’s dad, to spare no expense for these guys. That trait is what attracted my mom to him, until she got greedy and went for a bigger fish. I think my favorite is the floor to ceilin
g windows in the living room, which lets in all the natural light. Only thing missing is having Brooke here with me. She is visiting family instead, and then she’ll be transferring to University of Alabama with me in the fall. I’m walking around the state of the art kitchen and admiring the cherry wood cabinetry, when the other bandmates arrive downstairs.
“The guys are here,” Xander says excitedly. He hops up from the sofa and heads to go meet them and to clue them in that I’m here, I’m sure. The guys come upstairs in a boisterous manner, bantering about whom was going to put away the groceries they just bought. Xander introduces them to me, and I must say, my first impression is that they aren’t as bad as I originally thought they’d be. So it seems. Keyser Andrews is their lead guitarist, whereas Xander is the bass guitarist. Like my brother, Keyser has shoulder length hair, but his is brown like his chocolate eyes. Gable Lowry is their drummer. He has a black mohawk and seems to be the only one who rivals my Gothness, as I brother would say. I’m digging his all black attire. He gives me a slight chin lift as greeting.
The guys are all welcoming. They don’t appear to be judging me for the way I look. I get that a lot, but it’s kind of the point. I’m just about to ask who their singer is, when he comes up the stairs. Holy shit balls. I wasn’t ready. I hear Xander introducing him as Diesel, but I’m speechless. Diesel looks me up and down and smirks. I bet he gets this reaction from women all the time, but this is different. I don’t fawn over men. They’re not even on my radar. My heart quickens and I work to swallow the lump in my throat. My nerves have kicked into overdrive. This feeling is foreign to me. This guy is so far from what you would expect as a singer of a rock band, it is unreal. He stands about four inches taller than my 5’4 inch frame and is built like a fucking tank. The name Diesel is so fitting for him. He is simply gorgeous. His shirt hugs his chest like a second skin and I can see every etch of muscle. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm is a work of intricate art and draws your eyes even more to his fit physique. From his goatee to his perfectly style short hair, he is perfection. His angled facial features are chiseled beauty. The fucker knows it, too. I can tell this one is going to be trouble. He arches an eyebrow in question—waiting for me to say something.