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  “Easy now,” he said. “We will get him out of here. The hotel will get you another room and we’ll call you there when we need you.”

  She looked around and chewed on her lip. Her eyes were wide with panic. There was no way I was going to let her stay alone tonight. “You can call my room. I’m next door. She will be with me.”

  She glanced over at me, her green eyes full of surprise, but then a look of relief passed over her face.

  The guard looked to her for confirmation and she nodded. “Ok, then. Sorry about this ma’am. Someone will call you soon.”

  They turned to drag that asshole out the door when Drew came in. “What the hell happened here?” He asked, looking around the room.

  “Hold on a sec,” I told him before turning to Lindsey. “Get your stuff. You’re staying with me.” There went my plans for a sex-filled Vegas stay, but I didn’t care. I would live for a few days.

  “Thank you,” she whispered and went into the bathroom.

  “Is she ok? Why was Shaun being dragged out of here in cuffs?” Drew asked me again.

  I shook my head and sat down on the bed. “That sick fuck broke into her room and was going to rape her.”

  “Holy shit!” He rubbed the back of his neck and sat next to me. “What happened?”

  “I got out of my shower and could hear someone making a lot of noise. At first I thought it was two people going at it, but I soon realized one person wasn’t into it. I heard him call her Linds so I came right over. I had to kick down the door.” I ran my hand through my hair. “He had her on her knees and had dropped his pants behind her. If I was another minute longer…” I shuddered.

  “Fuck,” he said. “Good thing you were next door.”

  “Yeah. I’m keeping her with me while we are here. I don’t trust the cops to keep him from attacking her again.” I looked over to the bathroom door wondering if she was ok in there. I would give her another minute or two.

  “Ok.” He stood up and got out his phone. “I’ll take care of this. You just take care of her.”

  She came out of the bathroom in yoga pants and a t-shirt, carrying her make-up bag. She threw a few things in her suitcase and zipped it up. “I’m all set.”

  “Lindsey,” Drew said. “I’m so sorry. I will take care of everything. You just rest.”

  “Thanks, Drew,” she said and attempted to give him a smile.

  I got up off the bed and grabbed her suitcase. “Let’s go to my room. You can shower if you want and we can get room service.”

  She bit her lip and nodded. She looked so damn vulnerable right now with no make-up on and her hair hanging undone around her face. A bruise was forming where Shaun had hit her. It made my blood boil every time I thought about his hands on her.

  Usually when I saw her she was such a badass with her fiery red hair and I wanted to fuck her silly. Right now all I wanted to do was protect her.

  “See you later, Drew. Call me if you need something.” I walked out into the hallway and turned to make sure she was following me. I unlocked the door to my room and held the door for her. Once she was inside I put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and dead bolted the door.

  She put her laptop bag on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat down next to her. “Are you okay, Lindsey?” I asked softly.

  She didn’t answer me at first - she didn’t even move. “Yes,” she finally mumbled. “I’m going to shower.” She went over to her suitcase and got out a few things before going into the bathroom.

  I sighed and kicked off my boots. I sat further up on the bed and turned on the TV. Now that I had her here, I wasn’t sure what to do with her. I picked up the room service menu from the night stand. Maybe we should eat. I called and ordered a pizza and some other things, along with some beer.

  She came out of the bathroom as I hung up the phone. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn’t help but grin when I saw it was a Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt.

  “Nice shirt,” I teased.

  She looked down and laughed. “Thanks.”

  “I ordered some food.”

  “Thanks.” She stood there and looked around like she didn’t know where she should sit.

  “You can sit by me up here. I don’t bite.” I patted the bed next to me. “Well, unless you want me to.”

  She rolled her eyes but I could see the smile on her face. She climbed up on the bed and sat next to me. he took a pillow and hugged it against her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “If you hadn’t come when you did…”

  “Shhh,” I said and put a finger to her lips. “I did get there, so let’s not think about it, ok?”

  She nodded. “Ok.”

  “Good.” I sat back and tried to watch TV but the smell of her shampoo was distracting me. It smelled like a garden full of flowers in the spring. She crossed her long legs and I had to adjust to make room for the bulge forming in my pants.

  There was a knock on the door and I sprung off the bed. Thank God room service was here. I wouldn’t have to worry about talking while we ate.

  I tipped the guy and rolled the cart back into the room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. She was on her knees in the middle of the bed without any clothes on. Holy shit.

  “Cane,” she said. “I want you.”

  “Are you sure? After what happened?” I walked around to the foot of the bed.

  She crawled over to me and reached for my belt buckle. he looked up at me and nodded. “Yes, I’m very sure.”

  She undid my jeans and freed my semi-erect cock. She put it in her warm, wet mouth and I tipped my head back with a groan. Maybe I would get laid here in Vegas after all.

  Chapter Ten

  Lindsey

  I took Cane deep into my mouth and teased the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a groan from his lips. I brought my hand between his legs and cupped his heavy balls, massaging them with my fingers.

  What occurred this afternoon was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me. I've messed around with a lot of guys, but I've never been in a situation where they didn't stop when I said no. My mother always told me one day one of these "deviant boys" would make me regret my career choice and today she was almost right.

  But Cane saved me. The last person in the world I ever expected, came to my rescue when I needed him most. He wasn't a total dick head like he wanted everyone to believe.

  Maybe it was the adrenaline running through my veins, but I was never more attracted to him than I was now. It probably wasn’t a good idea to sleep with him after Shaun attacked me, but I needed him. I wanted to take back my sexuality in some way.

  He buried his hands in my hair and guided my mouth up and down his erection. I could feel him swell in my mouth and from his quick shallow breaths, I knew he was getting close. I looked up at him and tried to show him with my eyes I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him like he had done to me the night before.

  He threw his head back and moaned my name, his body tensing as he released down my throat. I swallowed every last drop eagerly and sucked him dry until he was semi-erect in my mouth.

  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up against him. "That was fucking sexy," he mumbled, pressing his forehead against mine and wrapping his arms around my waist.

  I smiled and leaned in for a kiss. My arms snaked around his neck while his lips explored mine. His tongue made its way into my mouth, teasing mine, before the kiss deepened.

  "Fuck me, Cane," I mumbled against his lips when the kiss ended. Despite having come in my mouth minutes earlier, he was hard again, his cock rubbing against my thigh.

  "I can't resist a girl who talks dirty," he groaned and slid his hands down to cup my ass.

  "Then don't," I whispered, moving back. My eyes never left his as I pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor.

  "Maybe I wanted to fuck you in my band t-shirt," he said with a crooked smile on his face.

  "Later," I replied as I shi
mmied out of my shorts. I spread my legs slightly, letting him have a glimpse of how wet I was. Going down had turned me on even more than I already was and I wanted him to see how much.

  He glanced between my legs and bit his lips, his body shuddering. He pushed his jeans the rest of the way down before kicking them off and moving on top of me.

  He reached up and cupped my face with a touch so tender I wanted to cry. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

  I nodded and reached up to touch his face. This Cane I was with tonight was totally different than the man I had gotten to know so far. He was kind, caring, and fiercely protective. How many people around him knew this side of him? If I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling for this man.

  “I’m sure,” I whispered back.

  “Good, cause you looked so fucking sexy in that t-shirt I’ve been wanting to nail you since you walked out of the bathroom,” he confessed with a smile and got up off of me to get a condom from his jeans.

  I laughed; now this was the Cane I was used to. I loved his vulgar, dirty mouth though. It was a major turn on.

  “Where did you get that t-shirt anyway?” He asked while he was rolling on the condom.

  “I bought it a while ago… long before this tour,” I shrugged. “I’ve always been a fan.” I was done with conversation. I reached out for him. “You can ask me as many questions as you want to later; right now, I need you inside of me.”

  He hopped onto the bed and was quickly on top of me, pinning my hands over my head. He wiggled his hips so the head of his shaft was resting right at the entrance of my sex.

  “Beg for it,” he mumbled, his face near mine.

  I whimpered and bowed my back off the bed. “Cane,” I moaned, trying to move so he would go inside me, but his weight had me motionless.

  “What do you want, Lindsey?” He asked, his voice low and husky. This kink of his to make me ask for him to fuck me drove me insane. I wouldn’t be lying naked beneath him if I didn’t want to have sex with him. My clit was throbbing though and my body was aching to be filled by him, so I would play along with his little game.

  “I want you, Cane. I want you to fuck me,” I said firmly, lifting my head off the pillow to look better into his eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

  I no sooner finished speaking then he rammed himself deep inside me. I cried out and let my head fall back onto the bed.

  “How’s that? Is that what you want?” He circled his hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled all the way out of me and thrust back in so hard it jarred my teeth.

  “Yes,” I moaned beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, burying his head in my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot there and got up on his hands to better angle himself. His pubic bone was hitting my swollen nub just right while his cock was rubbing my g-spot.

  My orgasm was building as I clutched the bedsheets. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure along with flesh slapping against flesh. Sex with Cane was so raw and animalistic. I raked my nails down the front of his chest and he groaned in pleasure.

  “Come all over my cock,” he urged me. “Let me feel your pussy come.”

  He reached up and cupped my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. It sent an electric current right to my clit and I cried out as a quick and dirty hit me. He grabbed my hips with his hands so hard there would probably be a bruise tomorrow and hammered into me a couple of times before tumbling over the edge of pleasure.

  He collapsed on top of me and rolled over, taking me with him so I was lying on top of him. He reached up and stroked my hair. “Are you ok?”

  I put my hand on his chest and rested my chin on it. “Very.” I narrowed my eyes and studied him. “Ok, where is Cane Stephens? What have you done to him?”

  “Why?” He chuckled, putting his hands behind his head.

  “This is not the same Cane I’ve gotten to know on this tour,” I said. “I like him, don’t get me wrong, but this one cares and is actually a really nice guy.”

  He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a total asshole.”

  “I’m learning that,” I said softly.

  “So tell me more about this Shaun guy,” he said and I immediately tensed up. I didn’t really want to talk about him while basking in the glow of our sex.

  “He was some drummer I dated when I got to LA. We were hot and heavy for a while but then he started to get really possessive and I ended it.” I shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since. It’s been a year or longer. I’m not sure.”

  “Did he ever hurt you?” He asked, a muscle in his neck starting to pulse.

  I shook my head. “No, I broke up with him when I started to get afraid he might. There were a few times I thought he was following me, but I had no proof.”

  He nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you aren’t leaving my side the rest of the tour.”

  I rolled off of him and snorted. “You can’t be with me twenty-four-seven.” He put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled into him, resting my head on his chest.

  “Pretty darn close,” he argued.

  “He won’t be around after today anyway, so you have nothing to worry about,” I protested but secretly I was glad he felt that way. I would feel better knowing he was looking out for me.

  My phone rang over on the dresser so I untangled my limbs from Cane’s to get up and answer it. The caller ID showed it was Drew.

  “Hey Drew,” I answered.

  “Hey Lindsey, how are you?” He asked.

  “I’m fine,” I said, and looked over at Cane, lying naked on the hotel bed in all of his ripped, tattooed glory. My nipples hardened with desire and I had to turn around so I wasn’t distracted.

  “Good. Can you come down to the lobby office and give a statement to the police? I managed to convince them to do it here instead of at the station.”

  My body tensed. “Will he be there?”

  “Nope. He’s long gone and in a cell,” he assured me.

  My shoulders relaxed. I was feeling ok but I wasn’t ready to face Shaun just yet, if ever. “Yes, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  I hung up the phone and opened my suitcase. “I have to go down and give a statement to the cops.” I pulled out my favorite worn out jeans and found my Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt from the floor. “I’m going to clean up quick and head down there.”

  He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to come with you?”

  “No, Drew will be there. Hopefully this won’t take long and then I’ll be back.”

  I took a quick shower and got dressed. When I came out, Cane was dozing on the bed. I left quietly so I wouldn’t wake him and went downstairs.

  The closer I got to the lobby, the more nervous I became. My hands were like ice and my stomach was doing somersaults. I was beginning to wish I’d let Cane come with me.

  I found the office and felt better when I saw Drew there. They asked me to tell them what happened and had a few questions for me, but overall, it was quick and painless. One of the officers gave me a card and said they would be in touch when Shaun was up for trial.

  “Do you want me to walk you upstairs?” Drew asked as we left the office. “I have some things to do down here but I could take you back to Cane’s room if you don’t feel comfortable going alone.”

  “No,” I shook my head. “I’m ok. Thank you though.”

  “Sure. I’m glad you’re ok.” He turned to head in the opposite direction when I put my hand on his arm to stop him.

  “Thanks for being here for me. I mean it.”

  He smiled and nodded before taking off. I watched him walk a few feet before pressing the button for the elevator. I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs, strip off these clothes, and climb back into bed with Cane. I’m not sure what was going on with us right now, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

  I reached our floor and realized I didn’t ta
ke a room key with me. I would have to knock and I hoped he wasn’t sleeping so soundly he wouldn’t hear me.

  I got to the door and knocked. There was no answer at first and I heard voices coming from the TV. He must be awake but maybe he’s in the bathroom. I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. “Cane, are you there? It’s Lindsey.”

  I heard him walk to the door and it clicked when he turned the handle. The door swung open and my heart began to pound in my chest.

  There in the doorway was a woman about as tall as me with long straight blonde hair. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a barely there t-shirt. Her make-up was caked on so heavy I thought she might be Tammy Faye Baker’s long lost daughter. She was chewing gum and gave me the once over.

  “Who are you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to peer over her shoulder to find Cane.

  She snorted. “I’m Mrs. Stephens, who the fuck are you?”

  The End

  Stay tuned for:

  All I Need: Vol. 2

  Coming soon.

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  I Remember You

  Home Sweet Home (I Remember You 2)

  Naughty Girl

  Mine (Naughty Girl 2)

  Watching Her

  Blurred Lines (Watching Her)

  Under the Mistletoe (Watching Her)

  One Night in Paradise Part One

  One Night in Paradise Part Two

  One Night in Paradise Part Three

  One Night in Paradise Part Four

  Finally (Windy City)

  Play It Again (An Up North Novella)

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  All I Need Volume Two

  All I Need Volume Three

  Crash My Party (An Up North Novel)

  Acknowledgements

  Mr. Metal ~ Thanks for listening to me ramble about books and writing even though you have no idea what I’m talking about half the time.