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  Facing Me

  Shaft On Tour

  Book Two

  By: Cat Mason

  Copyright © 2013 Amy Cox writing as Cat Mason

  E-book publication March 2014

  Cover Design: Picture from Shutterstock, designing done by the unnamed Graphic Goddess

  Editing done by: Asli Fratarcangeli

  All Rights Reserved. This work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, photographic) in part or whole without expressed written consent from Amy Cox a.k.a. Cat Mason. This is a work of Fiction. All characters, organizations, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, or persons living or deceased is completely coincidental

  All mentions of items not limited to but including band names and their song titles or brands such as Fender, are Copyrighted by their prospective parties and are used in a fictitious manner. I do not owe those brands and do not claim to.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Prologue:

  It Happened One Night In NOLA.

  *Aiden*

  “Show me ‘dem titties!” Hunter shouts, dropping into the booth. “It’s not even Mardi Gras and it’s boobs everywhere.”

  “I told you how it is in New Orleans, man. Better than Vegas, any damn day of the week,” Gray yells over the Blues band that has just taken the stage. “Yo, Big Man, let’s find some babes and go back to the bus.”

  Gray bumps Hunter’s outstretched fist. “I’m down with that, let’s go bang some Poo-tang.”

  My eyes widen in amusement, I arch my newly pierced brow at my brother. “Just because it rhymes, does not mean you can say it asshole.” I tease. “Plus, you should never refer to something as beautiful as a pussy, with the word poo, ever. Ruins the visual,” I add, flinging my bottle cap on the table. “That’s why we leave the lyric writing to Gray.”

  “I’ll write you a song, motherfucker.” Hunter bites out, just as a brunette flops onto my lap. “Lookin’ for company, Sugar?” She giggles, flipping her hair over her shoulder, before leaning in to kiss me.

  Instantly, I turn my face away. “Only thing your mouth can ever have of mine is my cock, Sugar.” I mutter, making her whine. That annoying fucking sound makes my dick jump behind my balls for safety. Relentless groupies are nothing close to what I need. Sure, they are willing, but not willing enough to submit complete control to me. That is what I want. What I need more than a wet hole is complete control. With all the pussy and booze constantly in my face, my control is fading. It feels like I can’t grasp and hold onto anything that could ever mean more to me. I need a connection; something I can’t find in a damn groupie.

  It’s all about being seen with us and getting your piece of us. Well, bitches can try all they want, they will never get my heart or my mouth. Some people can give things like that away without it meaning anything; not me. I’ll fuck you from behind and blow my load in a latex cum-catcher, but that’s all you’ll get.

  “Come to me, Kitten.” Hunter croons to the chick in my lap. “I’ve got no problem shovin’ my tongue down your throat, if that means my dick gets to go next.”

  I’m ready to head back to the bus, blast my IPod and crash for the next twelve hours. Fuck this day and these attention seeking whores. Honestly, I’m sure Hunter would fuck them all. Then I see her walk into the bar. Her eyes meet mine then quickly snap away, rocking me to my core. Those eyes; my God, those damn eyes make it hurt to breathe. The shyness in her body language, the instant submission; it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Pushing the chick off my lap, I shove to my feet. “I’m out.” I mumble, but get no response.

  Locking on her again, my breath is knocked out of me. Blonde hair now veiled around her face, blocking those eyes I so desperately want to see again. Her head is bowed so I can’t quite see her expression. I watch, frozen in place, while she walks away from me toward the bar. Leaning in, her tiny shorts stretch across her ass, making my dick poke up from his hiding place, ready to throw his hat in the ring.

  The bartender says something, making her laugh. Her head tilts back, hair falling down, nearly touching her perfect ass as she laughs. Suddenly, her eyes lock with mine. The minute they do, my heart races, my breath lodges in my chest as the sound washes over me. Without thinking, my feet move me closer to her. I need to see those eyes up close, hear her voice, know her name. Stopping in front of her, I take a breath. “Your name?” The two words rush out of me on a breath. Shit, is that all I got?

  “Camaron,” she whispers, dropping her gaze to my boots. The scent of her perfume grabs a hold of me and doesn’t let go. I can’t place it, but it’s alluring and enticing. Delectably sexual, and I want her. Reaching out, I tilt her chin up so that her eyes meet mine again. The blue, fiery gaze ignites something in me that I’ve never felt in my life. Desire. The need to claim her, possess her, in every possible way, if she lets me.

  “Camaron, I’m Aiden.” I whisper, stepping closer, pinning her against the bar. Her breath hitches, nipples hardening against the thin tank top she has on, screaming for attention. Sliding my fingers along her neck, I feel her pulse quicken. I desperately want to devour her body from head to toe right here, but my eyes only drop as far as her mouth. Her tongue darting out to wet her lips, undoes me. For a reason I may never know or understand, I slam my mouth on hers; frantic to taste her, to claim her.

  She moans softly, giving me access to flick my tongue across her lip before diving hungrily into her mouth. I’m dying to have her and I’ve just met her. Never have I felt this; like I’ll explode if I can’t touch her, take her again and again. I’d give anything to watch those blue eyes glaze over when I send her over the edge with orgasm after orgasm until she is too weak to stand. What the hell is wrong with me? I pull back from her, catching my breath and before I can rationalize and run like hell, my mouth opens. “Come somewhere with me, now.” I bite out, way more confident than I feel.

  “I don’t do stuff like this, Aiden.” She says nervously, biting down on her lip. “Never, have I just walked out of a bar with some guy for a one nighter.”

  Damn, if that just doesn’t make me want her even more. “Well, that’s makes two of us then, baby. I’ve never given any woman my kiss.” Her eyebrow arches skeptically, and I’m not surprised. I mean who the hell doesn’t kiss? Well, me. It’s emotional, intimate and I never felt the urge to; until now. “Don’t believe me baby? You probably shouldn’t, but I won’t leave here without you tonight.” I say, because, damn, it’s not just a line, it’s true as anything I have ever said. If she says no, I will walk away with more regret than I care to admit. Which is fucked up; who would give a shit about getting shot down when I could grab any bitch in this bar? She’s not just any bitch, now is she Aiden? Could she give me something that I’m missing? And there is my answer, I have to know one way or the other. The thought of walking away without having one night with her is something I don’t want to face. I want to bury myself in her and forget everything but her and the ways I can make her scream. “I want you so badly.” I murmur, grinding my erection against her thigh.

  Those gorgeous eyes widen sli
ghtly before she udders the two words that shake my world. Words that make my dick so hard, he’s ready to sign away his soul, if possible, and bury into her tight heat and never leave. “Yes, Sir.” Camaron pants, and, fuck me, I grab her hand, dragging her out the door to the nearest hotel.

  I didn’t know it then, of course, but those two words changed my entire life in every way. And I’ll never be the same; but that’s not the whole story. Love isn’t found and built in one night. The truest, rawest loves are the ones that bend but don’t break. It’s what you would die to protect, and the memories you make to cherish for the rest of your life.

  Sometimes though, one of you fuck up.

  More often than that, you both do.

  This is our story.

  Chapter One

  Moving On?

  *Aiden*

  Tossing back another shot, I welcome the burn that numbs my broken soul. We can sit around the bonfire and analyze my shit past all you want. Look, everyone has a story; my pages are just a lot darker than most. I grew up with shit parents and an older brother that took my beatings for me every chance he could, while I watched it all from my hiding place.

  Yeah, yeah poor Aiden right? Well, I don't want your pity. I'd rather you wrap those lips around my dick. I'm stronger because of the things I've seen, the things I've been through. Not in spite of them. It molded me into who I am today. When horrible things happen there's only so much you can do. You live, you learn and then, hopefully, you figure out a way to deal with the hand you were dealt.

  For me, it's all about keeping the rhythm, setting a beat. Taking control. I thrive on that shit. That thumping that keeps us all moving through life until we die. No matter how hard life gets, the beat thumps on. Ready or not.

  With each passing day, I can feel the darkness creeping in again, taking me over. I try to fight it but I'm helpless to stop it without her. Camaron, my baseline. My heart. The space in my chest is cold and empty without her by my side. It was my choice, I sent her away. After she told me she loved me, I told her to go. The only person I desperately wanted to hear say those words to me, and as soon as she said them I pushed away. I shut her out, telling her that her insecurities would wreck anything we could ever have. Using her very own weaknesses against her, telling her that she wasn’t good enough for us. Pushing her as fast, hard, and far away as I could.

  No matter how much we love each other, I just wasn't enough for her. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t man enough to give her the reassurances she would need. Let her go, that’s what I did. What had to be done. I freed her of being held back by both my past and her lack of self-confidence. I'm never enough for anyone, until I'm behind my kit. I center the entire band. I have all the control over the tempo of every song. If I fuck up it throws off all of us. It's not Gray or Hunter calling the shots, it's all me. I command everything with the beat of my sticks. Command and control. I have a deep rooted need to control. Cam gave me that in the bedroom like no one else ever has, but she wouldn’t trust me. She didn’t lean on me to be strong for her. She was perfect for me. All consuming, heart-stoppingly beautiful and I don’t think she could even see it.

  Doing just as I've done for weeks now, I drown my sorrows in a bottle of vodka. Nothing anyone says reaches me. Not even Gray's wife, Daisy. She's Cam's best friend and continues to beg me to make this shit right. I'd love to know how the fuck I do that. My body aches and all I want is my girl. She's the habit I can't shake. All my control goes out the window because I want nothing more than to run to her. Drop everything and go to Vegas so I can drag Cam back to where she belongs. With me.

  I toss a fifty to the bar, then fumble off my stool on to my shaky legs. Pushing my way through the crowd is easy enough with my hoodie pulled up and sunglasses covering my face. No one recognizes the drummer for the biggest up and coming band in the US when he's hiding like this. According to the grocery store rag-mags page eleven; Shaft has hit the big time, hell yeah.

  A couple months ago, no one knew us. We were just three no names opening for another no name band. Then Gray went and fell in love. The covers he started singing at the end of every show, for Daisy, attracted a lot of attention. Thanks to YouTube uploading and social media, Shaft has blown up in a huge way. News of their spontaneous Vegas wedding has only added to our fast growing popularity.

  Scanning the crowded bar, I spot Henry's big ass propped against a wall. His sunglasses covered eyes trained on my brother, Hunter, whose face is being mauled by a black haired chick. All I can see is her ass encased in a short black leather skirt, while Hunter gropes her in clear view of the entire fucking bar. Hey, I'm not complaining about the show. Honestly, it's been too long since I've been in the game and I need to make a play. My poor dick may pack up his balls and leave if I don't.

  What’s holding you back now, Aiden? Cam’s gone now, isn’t she? She couldn’t care less who you’re fucking, if you mattered so much; she would be here, wouldn’t she? Besides, my hand is going to start asking for hazard pay if I don't give him the night off and get laid soon. Pussy is easy to come by, but some chicks don't dig my need for control and to sexually dominate. I've had more than my fair share of freak outs, leaving too few people who truly get me.

  Most women think it's a game I play or a joke which couldn't be further from the truth. I need it like I need air in my lungs. To mark, to push; I live for the feeling to conquer and command another into submitting their body. Trusting me to know how to give them the pleasure they need. Domination is as much of a part of me as my sticks or my eye color. When I have no control over a situation, I spiral into the darkness. Overwhelming me until I lose my shit, just like I did in Vegas.

  I don't usually let myself get like that, but when I do, there are only three people who have ever been able to pull me back: Hunter, Cam and, thankfully, Daisy. When Cam left me in Vegas, Daisy kicked my ass in gear and made me fight my way back. Then I pushed Cam away because she was too insecure to let me love her. I can't force my way in. Her heart is the one thing I can't control in our relationship and, in realizing that, I had to let her go. Even if I don’t want to admit it has broken me, the damage has been done. Nothing can be worse than this pain.

  So now, here I am watching my brother get to third base with some hot little Latina. Regardless of what my heart is feeling, my dick jumps to attention. Maybe it's time I take Hunter up on his offer and join in on the fun. Fucking Camaron out of my system isn't the best plan, but hell I'm out of options.

  I stagger over to the table and plop into the chair across from them. "Up for a little two for one?" I say, managing not to slur my words.

  Hunter rips his mouth from hers and stares at me with wide eyes. "You sure you're up for this little brother?" He smirks, squeezing her ass with both hands making her moan. "Kitten here says she likes it rough."

  "My name's....." She starts, but I raise my hand to stop her mid-sentence. Talking is something I don't need. Not tonight. Not ever. If this bitch wants to chat, she needs to call Granny or her Aunt Sally.

  "As long as you're STD free I won't be needing you to say a word. Unless it's to tell me you've got a few friends to join in the fun." I watch her face carefully as I continue. Hunter is nearly bouncing in his seat, now, in anticipation, his eyes watching us both intently. "If this happens, you need to know going in that I will be controlling all of it. I'll be calling the shots. Got me?"

  Her eyes darken, a grin spreads across her face. "Yes, Sir." She says with a bite of sarcasm, but the endearment that Cam had used doesn’t pack the same allure it used to.

  "Good." I reply, adjusting my dick and push to my feet. "Let's go then." She stands with Hunter just as Henry walks over, ushering us out of the club.

  After settling us in the 'Burban, Henry heads back downtown to our hotel. Ever since Daisy was released from the hospital, we stay in hotels as much as possible so she's comfortable. Which will work in my favor tonight.

  Hunter's gaze is trained on my hand sliding up 'Kitten's'
bare thigh. "So, Aiden's back? Damn, I've missed you brother. I say we take her together, give her the dual Chesterfield shafting she needs." At his words, her entire body trembles between us.

  "Is that what you want Darlin'? You want us both?" I growl against her ear making her breath hitch. Swallowing hard, she only nods a response. Running my hand up, my fingers squeeze her inner thigh, just as Henry opens the door. "Now's one time I do need words. When I get you naked and ready, I won't be stoppin'. So call it off now if you've got doubts." I push, making sure that she's ready for what I plan to do to her. There's no way I want her doing something she isn't ready for. "I want this. I'm sure." She stammers, before running her tongue over her lush bottom lip.

  Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me as I climb from the car. Hunter bumps Henry's fist with an enormous smile on his face, following us into the hotel. "Don't wait up Big Man, unless you want in on this too. I'm about to get a lesson in Dom style lovin'."

  Henry just shakes his head, as we stop outside the door to my suite. Walking across the hall to the door of the room he shares with my brother, Henry disappears inside with a nod in my direction. A slide of my key card gives me a green light in more ways than one. Hunter fumbles in behind me, kicking his boots off as he goes. Without a word, I walk into the bedroom and grab my bag. I may not have a kinky, toy filled, play room like most in my lifestyle, but I can improvise like a fuckin’ boss. I have no need for a St. Andrews Cross or a Spanking Horse. I can totally turn anything into what I need, and I plan to make full use of the furniture in my suite tonight.

  When I enter the living area of the suite, Hunter is flopped onto the sofa completely naked. “You didn’t waste any time, did you fucker?” I ask him, dropping my bag into his lap.

  “Ummph. What the hell are you waitin’ for bro? I’d be done with her already.” He says proudly.

  Making my way over to her, I grin wickedly. “It’s all about control and stamina. Maybe that’s why they only want you once Cunter. No woman would be satisfied with being my Frisbee, you gotta make ‘em wanna come back again and again.” My thoughts drift back to Cam, before I shake my head, forcing her out of my thoughts.