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

know just what I’m doing. I’m sure there is not one dry pussy left. I’ve already had tits flashed at me. We transition into our original music by the fourth song and holy shit do they eat it up.
    My guys are on fire tonight. Song after song, the audience gets even more rowdy. Their appreciation for our music is humbling. Everything we’ve worked so hard on is paying off right now. We close out our performance with a song that is so significant to me. I sing Leave it All Behind, leaving it all on the stage. It was the song I wrote for Lourdes. It takes me back to a place where things were good with us. Now I desperately try to think of it as just another song. The lights fade and we make our exit. The crowd is still begging for more. I’d say we knocked it out of the park. It feels fucking amazing. When we get back to our dressing room, Ivy is waiting there.
    “You guys fucking killed it,” she praises. “I knew you would.”
    “Thanks,” I tell her. Keyser, Xander, and Gable thank her as well.
    “Can I see you for a minute?” She motions for me to follow so I do, for now. We stop at a door that has her name on it.
    “Look at you all special with your own room,” I tease.
    “Yeah. We each get our own room. It’s one of the things we stipulate that we get. We need time to get in the right mind space before a show and prefer to have our own rooms.” She moves aside and let me walk in first.
    “Well, it’s definitely a nice set up,” I comment, taking everything in. “But let’s be honest. Did you really bring me to your dressing room to show me how nice it is, or did you bring me here to show me something else?” I’m feeling good right now. She’s caught me in a euphoric mood. I can give her a taste of my dominance so that she’ll see why that alpha female shit she tries with me would never work.
    “Umm. Well, I did want to get you alone,” she says walking slowly up to me. She tries to touch me but I move out of reach.
    “I didn’t say you could touch me Ivy.” The smile she’s wearing falters.
    “Can I touch you?” She looks unsure.
    Someone’s finally catching on.
    “Turn around,” I command without answering her question. She turns without hesitation. That was the right response. I’m glad because now I get to unleash what I’ve been wanting to do since the moment she walked into that restaurant. I tilt her head to one side so that I can place soft kisses on her neck. “You want me to fuck you before you go on stage, Ivy?” She nods and lets her body melt into mine. This is going to have to be quick because she has maybe ten minutes before the intermission is over.
    I bend her over toward her dressing mirror and place her hands on the counter. Her eyes close in anticipation. The bright lights from over the mirrors shine down on us, and I have an idea. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Watch me give you the dick you’ve been craving.” She obliges and pushes her ass back toward me. I give it a smack before I kneel slowly to peel her tight leather pants down to her ankles. She isn’t wearing any panties. My dick hardens instantly at the sight of her bare pussy from behind. I inhale her essence and begin to throb with want. I grip the side of her thighs and take my time dragging my hands along them. When I’m back to standing, I pull her bare ass against my jean clad cock, letting her feel how hard I am.
    Her hooded eyes can barely focus on me in the mirror. I grab her chin to get her to look closely. “You stop watching and I’ll stop fucking,” I warn. “Got it?”
    “Yes,” she answers breathily. “Just fuck me. Please, Diesel,” she begs. I reach into my pocket for the condom I knew I would need when she brought me here. I make a show of undoing my jeans. That gets her attention. To her surprise, I’m commando, too. I stroke my dick a few times for her benefit because this motherfucker is already cocked, loaded, and ready to go. I sheath myself to the hilt. I slap her