Free Sinners On Tour 02 Rock Hard by Olivia Cunning

wounded she was. Not when she knew how indifferent he felt. How many dozens of women had he fucked the same way he’d just fucked her? She didn’t want to know.
    She left the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She burst into the tiny bathroom and locked herself inside. Caught off guard by the wrenching pain in her chest, she sucked a raged breath into her lungs.
    Sed meant nothing to her. Nothing. She was over him. And she hated him. She hated him so much. She pounded the flimsy wall with her fist. Hated him… hated…
    She bit her lip, trying to stop its trembling. No good. She lowered her face into her hands and let the tears fall, struggling to keep her sobs as quiet as possible.
    He had never experienced this kind of hurt. Just once she’d like to take him down a notch. Make him suffer, like she suffered. Make him pay for his callous disregard for other people’s feelings. And it wasn’t just her. How many other women had he used and discarded?
    “Payback is a motherfucker,” she murmured under her breath, tears dripping from her chin. “Let’s see how you like being used, Playboy.”

Chapter 11
    When Jessica closed the door behind her, Sed moved his arm from his face and stared up at the ceiling, trying to get his emotions under control. It was hard enough to keep his thoughts off the woman when she was hundreds, sometimes thousands, of miles away. But now? With her this close? How would he survive? And how could Myrna do this to him? He’d thought she understood how hard this was for him. She probably thought she was doing him a favor.
    The door opened and Sed lifted his head from the pillow for one happy millisecond thinking Jessica had returned.
    Eric peeked in. “Are you finished?”
    “Unfortunately.” If he’d known she’d be gone in a heartbeat, he would have made it last longer. Sed peeled the condom from his dick and disposed of it. He rolled off the mattress and slid into a pair of gym shorts.
    “You can join us, Sed,” said one of the three girls he’d brought on the bus.
    “No, thanks.” He pushed past the girl and into the hall.
    She shrugged and grabbed Eric by the shirt, tugging him into the bedroom.
    “Are you okay, dude?” Eric asked Sed with genuine concern in his vivid blue eyes.
    “Yeah, I’m gonna catch a nap.”
    Eric’s brow furrowed. “The other two girls headed for the pigsty bus with the roadies.” His girl was yanking on his arm now, but he held on to the doorframe. “I think Trey’s partying over there and Dare will probably show up later.”
    It would be nice to hang out with Dare; Sed hadn’t seen him in a while, but he shook his head. The last thing he felt like doing was socializing. “I’m tired. You have fun.”
    Eric released the doorframe and let the girl pull him inside the bedroom. He kicked the door shut.
    Sed climbed into the bottom bunk next to the bathroom and pulled the curtain closed. He punched his pillow a few times, settled into a comfortable position and closed his eyes. His mind was too full to sleep, but at least he could hide reasonably well in the curtained bunk.
    Soft crying sounds came from the other side of the thin wall near his head. Someone sniffed their nose. Toilet paper unrolled. A nose blown delicately. Who was crying in the bathroom? Not one of the groupies. Eric had said they’d gone to the other bus.
    Jessica?
    His heart stuttered.
    Maybe she did care about him.
    But she’d jetted from the bed the instant he’d tried to be tender with her. Was she so disgusted with their lovemaking that she was in tears? What else could it be?
    Sed slid out of the bunk and knocked on the bathroom door.
    “Oc-occupied,” Jessica called.
    “Are you crying?”
    She hesitated. “Of course not.”
    He leaned his forearm against the doorframe, his hand clenched into a fist. “Are you almost finished? I need to use the facilities.”
    “Yeah, just a minute.”
    Water splashed into the tiny sink. He heard her sniff her nose