Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix) (2 page)

I can’t help but notice Jessie with his back to the door. He’s on the phone as he strips the bed and throws everything to the floor. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low riding boxer briefs and I can clearly see his muscled, tattooed back. The colorful artwork on his arms ripples as he removes the sheets. His shoulder length blond hair is messy. Like someone, the skank I’m sure, has been running their hands through it.

I think I gasp. I
hate
that he gets my blood pumping and not just because he pisses me off! He hears me, and whips his head around.
Shit!

His sky blue eyes meet mine and I can see he’s pulling on his lip ring with his teeth. His eyebrow raises and he smirks at my expression. I hurriedly school it as he strolls to the door. He stops right in front of me and leans against the doorjamb. “Really, Blue? Spying on me?” he says with disdain.

My temper ignites and my eyes flash a warning. “As if, Jessie. I’m not spying on you. I have to walk past
your
room to get to
my
room. And your pissed off playmate just practically mowed me down leaving this party. Really, have some self-respect! Maybe you should stop picking up fake Barbie bitches who fuck everything they can, before you catch something and your dick falls off!”

“You’re such a bitch, Blue. Mind your own damn business! And
my
dick is
none
of your business.” He grabs the door with his hands and I can see his knuckles turning white from the pressure he’s exerting. He’s also clenching his teeth.

“No shit! Thank God for that! Like I give a shit who or what you dip your stick into. ‘Groupie Barbie’ was right! You
are
an ‘asswipe’!” I’m so pissed, I can’t see straight and the urge to smack him is so strong, I’m mentally restraining myself from stepping up to him and letting him have it.

“Good. At least you know your place!” He steps back and slams the door in my face.

No he did not! What a fucking asshole!

I’m seething as I make my way down to my room. Just as I reach it and go to insert my keycard, the elevator dings, and I see Housekeeping make their way to Jessie’s door with an armful of fresh white sheets.

Unconsciously, I stop to watch as she knocks on his door. He opens it, still shirtless, but he steps out into the hallway and I notice he’s put on some dark grey lounge pants. I see the pretty young woman’s cheeks flush as she takes in his appearance. His chest and torso are also covered with colorful ink until it disappears into the waist of his low hanging pants. He smiles at her and his lip ring sparkles in the light.

They speak softly, so I can’t hear them and then he takes her hand and presses something softly into her palm. She looks down and her face lights up as she smiles. As she turns to head back to the elevator, he catches me watching him and raises his brow at me, before he turns on his heel and the door roughly shuts behind him.

I’m left staring at his closed door in the hallway and thinking about how ready I am to leave this shit behind me! I open my own door with shaking hands and get ready for bed.

Two weeks cannot be over fast enough!

Jessie

T
hank God this is the last stop of the tour. We’re in Vegas and tomorrow is the last show. Tonight, the guys and I are hitting the town. I so need it. Jude is nauseatingly happy and all he can talk about is his wedding in less than a month. He and Lexi have decided to get married just before New Year’s, neither of them wants to wait. I’m happy for them. He’s a completely different guy with her, but I’m sick of hearing about it. Well not really, but hearing about them makes me long for things to be different for me. When did I become such a pansy?!

This tour was great and we made a lot of headway with the smaller concerts and getting more personal with the fans, perfect set up to starting on the new album in January. It was harder on all of us than we thought it would be though. We’re
all
ready for it to be over.

All I want to do tonight is hang out with my boys on the Las Vegas Strip and drink.

I’m making my way through the casino to the elevators, to hopefully relax a bit in my room before rehearsal tonight when my phone chimes with a new text. I take it out of my pocket and swipe my finger across the screen to bring up the text.

“Jude

Dude, what the fuck color is Persimmon?”

I roll my eyes, as I push the button for the elevator, and type a reply.

“Jessie

How the fuck am I supposed to know?

The fruit is like orange. I think.”

The doors ping to indicate they’re opening and no one steps off, so I step on and punch the button for the twenty fifth floor while shaking my head. I get another text.

“Jude

Orange?

It’s orange?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what the hell kind of color ‘persimmon’ is? I’m not a chick!” I mutter under my breath.

I hear a giggle behind me. “It’s a pinkish orange.” More giggling. “Persimmon, that is.”

Turning around, the first thing I see are the bare legs under the bottom of a see through shirt kind-of-thing and zebra flip flops with blue toenails. My eyes travel up the shapely legs to the hem of the shirt at perfectly rounded hips, before skimming over a womanly stomach with a dangly purple belly ring. My eyes continue up to the swell of nice, lush breasts barely contained by a bikini top and then rest on the amused face of… Blue Delaney.

Holy shit. She has a smoking hot body. She’s so curvy. All woman. Fuck. I hope she doesn’t say something smartass, because it’s very clear I was just checking her out.

“Jude?” I must have a blank look on my face, because she says slowly, “Was that Jude?” She points at my phone. “The text?”

“Yeah.” I shake my head to clear some of the fog. “It was Jude. I’m assuming its wedding shit. He asked me what color ‘persimmon’ is.” I chuckle. “Like I’m supposed to know that.”

“That’s a beautiful color for a wedding.” She says softly and then stares at the floor and starts fidgeting. Either she’s nervous or she really wants to get away from me. Knowing her, I’m going with the second choice. Neither of us speaks. I play on my phone. Well, not really. I pretend to play on my phone while watching Blue out of the corner of my eye. Why is this damn elevator so slow?

Suddenly, the elevator makes a screeching noise and jerks to a stop, jostling both of us. “What the fuck?”

Blue’s eyes go wide and I can see the fear in her strangely blue eyes. “Oh my God. What happened? Why did we stop?”

I jab the buttons as I look up at the display above the doors. It’s blank. I have no idea where we are in the elevator shaft. “I don’t know. I think we stalled.” I continue to push random buttons, just hoping for a response from the elevator.

She starts rubbing her arms and shaking. “No, this is not happening. Make it go! We can’t be stuck in an elevator. I can’t be stuck with
you
in an elevator!
Make it go!”
She sounds panicked.

Well, shit! I don’t want to be stuck in here with her either, but we’re in a bustling hotel… in Vegas. They’ll get it fixed soon. Right?

I spot the emergency call box. As soon as I pick it up, it rings, and someone picks up. “Yeah, this is Jessie Adams. I’m in the elevator in the right tower, I have no idea what floor we’re on or between, and we’re stuck. The elevator just stopped.”

I talk to them for a minute and then hang up. Sighing, I turn to look at a very panicked Blue. “Well, the good news is they know we’re stuck here. It appears we’re stuck directly between the tenth and eleventh floor. But, uh… the bad news is that the transformer for this shaft blew and well, it’s going to be a while before they can get us out.” One hand is still holding the phone and the other is running through my hair.

Shit! She looks like she’s going to pass out. I cannot deal with a hysterical woman. Please don’t freak out on me. Do not fucking start screaming.

Blue

What did he just say? Oh my God. We’re trapped. In an elevator. Hanging by cables. I can’t handle this. I cannot be stuck here. Not with him. Not in a tiny elevator. Oh God. Just breathe Blue. Now is not the time to have a panic attack. Shit, yes… Yes it is. This is the perfect time to have a panic attack. Sonofabitch!

I’m shaking and about to burst into tears. I can’t breathe. Oh, shit. This is not good. I don’t want to die like this. Not with Jessie. Not in an elevator. This is one of my biggest fears… plummeting to my death. I’ve had nightmares about it since I was a child.

“Blue, I can see you’re freaking out. You have to stop. You need to chill out and breathe.” Jessie is talking to me. I hear him through the haze.

“
Blue
! Snap out of it. Don’t you dare freak the fuck out on me!” He snaps at me.

That’s all it takes to snap me out of it. “What? I’m not doing anything
to you
! You pompous asshole! I don’t do well in closed in spaces,
so shut the fuck up
!” I scream at him.

“Seriously? Are you seriously going to scream and cuss at me right now? Don’t do it! I’m not dealing with it. I’m not dealing with you!” Jessie is pissed.

“Excuse me, you dick. You cussed at me first. I didn’t ask to be in here with you. I was already on this elevator. You got on. So, don’t fucking start with me, Jessie Adams!” Somehow I’m now standing directly in front of him and poking him in the chest with my blue fingernail. When did I cross the elevator?

He looks down at the point where my finger is stabbing him over and over. He grabs my hand. “This elevator is a public place and trust me, had I known
you
were on it, I would have gladly waited for the next one. This is the
last
place I would ever want to be. Hell would be better than being trapped with you!” He’s speaking through clenched teeth and he pulls his lip ring into his mouth as he says the last part.

“
Fuck you!
Why are you such a prick? What the fuck did I ever do to you?” I push him as I say it. He’s taken by surprise, so he steps back. I push again, and his back hits the elevator wall. “You’ve always been an asshole to me and for what? What the fuck did I
ever
do to you?”

I’m breathing heavily with the fear and adrenaline; I see his eyes move down to my rapidly rising and falling chest. Before I understand what he’s doing, he grabs my arms and reverses our positions. My back hits the wall and he boxes me in, pressing his chest firmly to my heaving chest.

“I’m not a prick. You’re a bitch. A hoity toity bitch. You’ve hated me since day one! You insult me every chance you get.” He growls out. He’s pressed so hard against me, I can feel the outline of his manhood against my lower stomach. His breath is whispering over my lips he’s so close. Warmth pools in my core and I feel my nipples bead through the thin top of my bikini and shirt. My eyes lock on his lip ring and full lower lip. All I can think about is pulling it into my mouth.

What did he say? He’s talking, right?

I moan and instinctively rub my lower half against him.

His eyes widen as they meet mine and I see them drop to my mouth where I’m licking my lips to moisten them. With a groan, he swoops in and captures my mouth with his.

His lip ring is pressing into my bottom lip as his tongue doesn’t hesitate to sweep inside my mouth and collide with mine. My hands come up and tangle in his hair as he pulls my shirt up and grips the bare skin of my waist.

He grabs my ass and lifts me off of my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his now very hard member pressing into the wetness seeping through my bikini bottoms. My back is against the wall, my ass is resting on the handrail, and I’m devouring Jessie’s mouth as he kneads my hips. His fingers trail up and down my sides, leaving goose bumps and his mouth leaves mine. He traces circles around my belly button before pulling on my belly ring. In the back of my mind, I’m screaming at myself to stop this madness, but his pull is too strong, and I tell myself to shut up.