Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) Read Online Free Page B

position to take over after he’s gone.
    Whatever, Claude has been dead to me since high school, and me to him. I don’t want to give him another thought. I have so much shit built up inside. My lyrics are my outlet—my release. Some of these songs will never be shared. They’re mine. It’s part of the reason why my process is so private. The guys don’t necessarily understand it, but they respect it. It works for us. I give them the lyrics that I want to share and then help lay tracks to it. I haven’t touched this one particular song in a few weeks, but now that Lourdes is back in my life, the words are flowing. I have to get them down on paper. I can’t go back to her, though, so the quicker we get off this bus and I get some action, the better. The temptation is just too great—too real.

 
    T he smell of eggs wakes me before my alarm. I’d set it last night so that I could get up and jot some notes about their experience so far. I had an idea to write a book about their journey, if it’s okay with the group. I’ll talk with the guys later today to see if they’ll give their permission. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. I have no doubt that these guys are going to be famous once the world has a chance to hear them. I would have an exclusive look into how their life as rock stars started from the beginning. I’m super giddy at the prospect. I just hope they say yes.
    I ease from my bunk and note that Diesel’s bunk above mine is empty. Maybe he slept in the bedroom. The moment I step into the kitchen, my ovaries damn near combust. Diesel is making omelets, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms that are hanging dangerously low. The corded muscles of his back flex with each flip of the egg. I’m guessing he can feel my presence, because he turns and catches me staring. I can see the imprint of his cock as it moves against the cotton fabric. I will my eyes to look up, but then his abs hypnotize me even more.
    “Are you hungry? Hello?” He waves his hand to get my attention and I snap out of my lustful trance. Apparently he has been trying to get my attention, but I was too busy enjoying the view. Nice. I’ve been busted. “Well?”
    “Well what?” I ask flustered. I walk the remaining way into the kitchen to see what k-cups they have for the Keurig. I need coffee.
    “I asked if you were hungry. I have egg white omelets with just veggies or you can have the one with the works to clog your arteries. Pick your poison,” he says jokingly. I’m glad that things are light between us this morning. I was sure our store scene would set us back to not even being friends. I don’t even know why I threw Sevyn in his face. He was being all flirty and making me feel things that I’m not supposed to feel. I have forgiven him, but I won’t forget—I won’t get caught up with him again. I was mad that he made me want him so I lashed out.
    “I’m sorry about what I said to you in the store yesterday, Diesel. I knew you weren’t Sevyn. It’s just you were coming on strong and I didn’t want that.”
    “Old news, princess !” I laugh because his use of my nickname doesn’t sounds as condescending as it did last time. “What’s so funny?” He pours orange juice into a carafe.
    “Nothing. Look, I don’t want to fight. You guys have a forty-show tour over the next four months. I just want to keep the peace.”
    “You’re staying the entire four months?” He looks surprised. “I thought you were only sticking around for a month tops.”
    “Xander—that sneaky bastard,” I hear him murmur to himself.
    “That was the plan. I just decided last night I wanted to stick around. I have a proposal for the band.”
    “Shoot,” he encourages.
    “Um, I kind of wanted to wait and talk to everybody,” I say hesitantly.
    “You need to understand the hierarchy around here, Lourdes. I’m the primary decision maker for the band.”
    “I thought that was Desiree’s job,” I retort. I feel our