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

I’m wearing just a t-shirt and panties—no bra. Did Diesel undress me too? Ugh. I’m literally on my hands and knees right now trying ease out of bed. Diesel would pick this moment to walk in. He’s carrying a glass of water.
    “Your ass in the air like that,” he says giving me the okay sign with his other hand. He is lucky I’m sick as shit. He helps me get out of bed before handing me three pills with the water. “Here, take this. It’s ibuprofen for that headache of yours. I’m sure your body is sore too, since you fell on your ass last night.”
    I turn away from him and take the pills. I’m so damn embarrassed. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I just need to go pee.” He turns me back to face him and lifts my chin.
    “I’ll help you,” he offers. Like hell he will. “I won’t look, even though you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Who do you think held your hair last night after you puked all over yourself? Who cleaned you up and changed you into something to sleep in?” I’m even more embarrassed now.
    “Ugh,” I moan. “Sorry you had to do all of that.”
    “I’m pissed that you put yourself in danger with that asshat last night, but never apologize for me taking care of you.” The details of last night are muddy. I only remember bits and pieces, but suddenly I have a flash back of calling Ivy a cunt. “What’s the matter?” he asks when I groan for the millionth time.
    “Did I really call Ivy a cunt last night?”
    “Among other things,” he informs. “You were in rare form last night princess. It would appear that you can’t contain your jealousy when you’re intoxicated. You blew our cover to fucking pieces. Thank fuck the guys weren’t around to hear your little rant.” He smirks and the sexiness of it sends a tingle straight to my core.
    “I don’t want to hear anymore. I’m going pee before I embarrass myself even further.”
    “Oh, I’m sure you haven’t heard the last of it. Wait until Xander gets a hold of you. He already laid into Lily this morning. He was fucking pissed. He doesn’t know I stayed in here with you last night or I would be in the line of his wrath too,” Diesel warns. “You’re safe for now. Everyone got off the bus to go get breakfast.”
    “So why didn’t you?” I ask as I head to the bathroom. There is no answer. I close the door behind me and finally empty my bladder. I don’t even care if he can hear me. I’m past caring at this point. What can be worse than him witnessing me vomit on myself. Gross. I finish my business and start the shower. Need to wash my hair, and maybe the hot water will soothe my aching body. I realize I didn’t bring any clean clothes with me after I’m already in the glass shower. Oh well. I’ll wrap myself in a towel when I’m done.
    The stream of hot water flowing down my body is exactly what I needed. It soothes my pounding head. I close my eyes and let the water run through my hair. I don’t know how much time passes before I feel his presence. He opens the shower door and I’m frozen in place. Diesel grabs me by the hips and I feel powerless. I know I should kick him out, but right now, I just want to feel him. I need to feel him . Fuck. He fucked Ivy. He fucked Ivy . I repeat this over and over to myself, but I’m getting wetter by the second.
    “Look at me, Lourdes.” The warmth of his breath is mere inches from my lips, but I’m scared to open my eyes. Istubbornly leave them shut. “Have it your way, baby.” It’s the last thing I hear before his lips are on mine. I hate myself for giving into him so easily. My tongue swirl with his as I let him in.
    “Mmmmm,” I moan into his mouth. Headache completely forgotten. He lifts one of my legs and the hardness of his cock caresses my folds. It’s been too long. I rub my pussy against him, desperate to dull the ache there.
    “Tell me what you want, Lourdes,” he says before resuming his assault on my mouth.
    “You fucked Ivy,” I