Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) (29 page)

“What about you baby? Why didn’t you tell me what was going on? The car accident, the phone calls—you kept me in the dark about it all. I could have helped you. We probably could have prevented all of this.” He pulls me into his chest and rests his chin on top of my head. “I was so mad at you for keeping that from me, but I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“I thought about telling you, but I didn’t want you to worry. I had Officer Richards looking into it. Besides the calls stopped.”

“That asshat needs to hand in his badge. His investigative skills suck, at best.” Grayson shakes his head. “The feds were able to work with Jordan and the local police department to fit the pieces together. The calls to you stopped right around the time they started harassing me. I didn’t mention it to you because I thought it was business related. This is why I couldn’t stay mad at you. We both were guilty of keeping things from each other to spare worry. We just need to make sure from here on out, we always communicate.”

“Okay,” I agree. I’m done trying to find reasons to stay away from him. I look up at him and he kisses me softly on the lips. One thought crosses my mind, though, and I can’t move on until I know. “Grayson, how did you find me? I know you said the FBI had people inside, but how did they do that?”

“The man that took you was the nephew of a Russian mob boss. The FBI already had two people deep undercover collecting evidence of money laundering, drug trafficking, murder, prostitution rings, and more. When you were taken, their undercover people found a way to reach out to see who had reported you missing. From there, a plan was made to get you back.” Grayson wraps a strand of my hair around his finger. “We have to meet with their undercover team tomorrow and provide a debriefing. After that we will fly you home. Your family and mine are meeting for a late lunch, but for now let’s just forget it all. Just be here with me.” I nod in agreement.

“Okay,” I say softly. I pick up my burger for a bite. I’m not really as hungry as I should be, but I know that I need to eat.

“I’m going to run you a bath. Stay here and finish your food.” He winks at me and I give him a small smile. I don’t know how I feel about lunch with his parents. I recall how the last visit with them went so, I’m hoping to avoid a repeat performance. Tomorrow will definitely be a challenging day. Reliving all that has tormented me.

* * *

The scent of lavender that wafts from the tub brings back the good memories. This is my thoughtful, romantic Grayson. I stand in the bathroom doorway and he motions for me to come in. As he turns to shut off the water, I quickly remove the clothes that I’ve been wearing for days. I never want to see them again. They can be burned for all I care. When I’m completely undressed, my hands cover my girly bits the best they can. It’s been a while since I’ve been naked for him. A smile creeps across his lips, but he doesn’t acknowledge the reappearance of my shyness. Instead he gets up, grabs my hand, and walk me the rest of the way to the tub. He helps me into the tub and I’m happy to be submerged within the silky water and bubbles.

“Relax, baby,” he encourages. I lean back and he begins to wet my hair. It isn’t until he applies some lavender shampoo to my hair, that I realize he is going to wash my hair. I guess lavender is the theme of this pampering tonight. I close my eyes as his nimble fingers massage my scalp. In this moment, nothing else matters. All the bad that we have experienced dissipates into a distant memory. I want the slate to be clean. I trust him when he says he is not involved with Vanessa and that everything that occurred leading up to, and after, my disappearance was all an act—for my benefit.

He rinses my hair, with an attachment that he connected to the faucet, and a moan slips past my lips. The water pressure on my scalp feels amazing. Grayson’s hands pause and I giggle. He moves on to bathing me with a sponge but the attention he is paying to my breasts lets me know just how affected he is. I should have the cleanest breasts in the world.

“I think they’re clean now, Grayson,” I say in reference to the girls.

“
Hmmm
, let me check,” he offers. He leans down over the tub and takes a nipple into his mouth. I’m stunned for a second, but then I melt into him. There is an instant tingle down below that gets me worked up. It has been far too long. My whimpers are the only encouragement he needs. He swirls his tongue around my nipple, before switching to the other one. He has me squirming within seconds. When he steps back to remove his clothes in a frenzy, I know that shit is about to get real. He gets into the tub with me and water sloshes everywhere. I try to lean forward, but he stands me up and takes the place where I was just sitting. He then pulls me down so that I’m straddling his lap. The look in his eyes is devious. I miss this. “Lift up, baby,” he prompts.

I know what he is really telling me so I lift up and insert his already hard cock at my entrance. I’m so wet for him that no priming is needed.

I ease down on his length and I can’t help but bite my lip on the way down. He fills me completely and it feels so damn good.

“Shit,” I moan. “God, Grayson,” are the only syllables I can get out.

“That’s right. Take it all. Take what belongs to you.” Grayson bounces me up and down on his dick, but the pace is too slow. I’m so hungry for this man that I just can’t get enough. I tighten my grip on his outer thighs to stabilize my balance in the slippery water, before I slam back down on his cock. I set a rhythm that is chaotic and desperate for release. “Fuck me, Siobhan,” he encourages with a wicked grin. He continues his assault on my nipples and I swear I’m about to explode already. His hands caress my back and the altering sensations has me on the brink of sensory overload. So gentle and romantic, yet this is pure fucking—make up for lost time fucking. My legs begin to quiver as the build up begins again. My grip on his thighs with my knees is slipping. Grayson doesn’t miss a beat. His hands snake down to my hips and he keeps us on the rhythm I have set.

“I’m almost thereeeee…” I scream.

“Get there because I’m right there on the edge with you,” he admits. He slams me down one more time and I lose it. I come all over him with the force of a tidal wave. He lets out his own groan before falling over the edge with me. I can feel him throbbing as I milk every ounce of cum from him. My legs shake with aftershock as we both work to come back from that fucktastic release.

“So it looks like I’ve gotten you all dirty again,” Grayson says while smiling.

“It’s okay. I like your kind of dirty,” I tease. I remain in his embrace. Neither one of us seems like we want to be the first to let go. I can already feel him growing hard again. I snicker and he smacks my ass.

“See what happens when I go so long without having you? You make me insatiable.” He rubs the spot he just smacked. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I’m far from done with you. Tonight we’ll fuck, make love, and then fuck again. I want to do all the depraved shit to you that I know we’ve both been missing.” I stand up and let the water drain off my body. Any momentary shyness has taken a back seat to my lust. I watch as his pupils dilate while he looks me up and down before standing up with me. He tilts my head back and captures my lips for the deepest kiss to date. Our tongues meet for a slow, sensual tango that communicates our love without words. God, how I’ve missed this man.

He breaks the kiss and is the first to get out of the tub. He instructs me to stay put while he dries off. He then gets another towel and motions for me to lean toward him. He scoops me out of the tub and into his arms in a cradle like position. He dries me off a bit before placing me on my feet to finish the job.

We don’t bother with clothes. We simply walk to the bedroom hand in hand. The room is dimly lit with candles—more lavender fragrance permeates the air. Grayson must have prepared all of this while he ran my bath and I was nibbling at my burger. He is so good with details and creating a romantic ambiance. He picks up a remote from the nightstand and with a click, Ed Sheeran’s
Kiss Me
begins to play. He never lets go of my hand though. I’m ready for him to kiss me again, but surprisingly I’m thrown onto the bed on my back.

“First, we fuck,” he says by way of explanation. Grayson crawls up the length of my body before his hands firmly grip my thighs. “Wrap your legs around me baby.”

I don’t hesitate to follow his command. “Yes, Grayson,” I say as my heads falls back onto the bed. I’m his for the taking. He uses one hand to stroke me and finds that I’m already soaking wet with anticipation. The shadows dance across his handsome features as the candles flicker. Within seconds, I feel his rock hard cock nudging my folds teasingly before it rests at my opening. I squirm in frustration. I need him in me now. And oh, does he deliver. He slams into me and I can’t hold back the scream that leaves my body—not from pain, but from the most exquisite pleasure. “Fuck yeah,” I encourage, as my hips gyrate to take more of his length.

“Hmmm, this pussy is greedy tonight. Good because, I plan on worshipping it thoroughly,” Grayson promises. His voice is full of lust. It is so fucking sexy. He wraps his hand around my hair and gives it a slight tug as he drives into me. I’m so lost. The delicious bite of each of his strokes is almost too much to handle. I match his punishing rhythm until stars explode behind my eyes.

“Grrrrrraaaayson!” A few more thrusts and I feel the telltale throb of him coming with me. He bites my shoulder as he groans out his release. This is new, but the pain is not unbearable. Quite the opposite. I welcome it into our repertoire of kink. As promised, Grayson brings me to the most fantastic orgasms at least four more times before we both fall asleep from exhaustion.

First, we would like to thank our readers. Creed of Redemption exists because of you. Your support has been inspiring and is greatly appreciated. Next we want to thank Allan Spiers (Allan Spiers Photography), Sommer Stein (Perfect Pear Creative Covers), Vanessa Leret Bridges (PREMA Editing), Stacey Blake (Champagne Formats), Kylie Dermott (Give Me Books) for their critical eyes, encouragement, creativity, and incredible talent. They each played a vital role in making Creed of Redemption the best it could be. A big thanks goes to all the blogs who participated in the blog tour and release day blitz. Last, but certainly not least, we want to thank our personal assistants, Lauren Weber and Renee McKinney for keeping us organized as well as Christina Stanton and Heather Coker for their fill in assistance. We also want to thank all our Devious Divas members (Annette Elens, Jacquie Denison, Michelle Louise Drew, Rhiannon King, Alison Phillips, Chantel Pentz McKinley, Brandy Raub, and Stacey Louise) for their kick ass pimping and all of our Back Stage Pass groupies’ support.

S.R. Watson is a Texas native who resides in Wisconsin. She is an operating room registered nurse who has evolved into an author of Erotica and Romantic Suspense. She grew up reading the Sweet Valley Series (Twins, High, & University) among others. Back then she would use notebook paper to create stories and cut pictures out of her mother’s JC Penney catalogs for the characters she wanted to portray. She ventured away from reading and writing stories when she left home for college to pursue her BSN and then MBA, but picked up reading again in 2012. Her love for the stories written by her favorite authors made her decide to pursue own dreams of writing. Her Forbidden Trilogy was her debut release. Since then she has written the stand alone, The Object of His Desire, as well as co-written the start of the S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy and The Adulteress, along side Shawn Dawson. She looks forward to sharing her writing journey with everyone.