Indulgence (59 page)

Hunter grabs the mic and roars into it snapping me out of my
daydream, “Who’s ready for Shaft tonight?” he yells and girls scream out as
they rush the stage. “Alright! That’s what I like to fuckin’ hear,” he says,
grabbing his crotch with his free hand. “We aren’t gonna be gentle with you.
You’ll take everything hard and fast, and love every second of it,” he laughs,
grinding his hips, as a pair of bright red panties land at his feet. Scooping
down, he grabs them and shoves them in his front pocket. “You can collect these
from me in the back after the show, kitten.” Then he turns, cueing Aiden who
starts beating his sticks above his head, counting out the beat.

Grayson shreds into a riff. I am mesmerized by the way his
fingers strum, caressing the frets as he moves along the neck of the guitar. He
closes his eyes, losing himself, as his teeth clamp around that lip ring,
nearly making me squirm in my seat. Hunter comes in on bass, and then his voice
surrounds us as he sings. My eyes don’t leave Grayson. He is totally in his own
world with every chord he plays. Making the guitar tell a story; I swear if I
didn’t know any better, I would say it was the one singing, not Hunter. The
notes and chords surround me, I feel it wrap around me like an eager lover. It
feels unbelievably dirty, me sitting here next to my fiancé, while I watch his
brother. Allowing the thoughts of his hands on me, a few moments ago, to linger
in my mind.

Landon is focused on Hunter and then looks over at Tad, who
is standing next to the big guy by the hallway; their eyes on the band.
Grayson’s eyes open, meeting mine, as the song ends before flowing seamlessly
into another. Just like that I’m caught in his haze. It is as if time has stopped,
it is just the two of us; everyone else fades away. I am snapped out of my lust
just as quickly when he winks. Letting me know that he caught me staring, he
smiles a lazy smile. Grinding his crotch into the body of his guitar, the bulge
in his pants, lets me know he’s hard. The bastard is eating this up and right
now, I hate him for it.

Rolling my eyes at him, I nudge Landon who pulls me to the
dance floor. As Hunter’s voice moves from song to song and the music floods my
system, I let it consume me. Wrapping an arm around Landon’s neck I move
against him, aligning our bodies as best I can… considering our nearly half
foot height difference. Pulling me tightly against him, he thrusts a knee
between my thighs moving my body exactly where he wants it as his mouth trails
along my neck. “Daisy, when we get home…” he starts, but I crush my mouth to
his, silencing him.

I tug on his hair and thrust my tongue into his mouth,
making him groan. Landon’s hands dive into my hair, fisting and pulling the
strands making my body ache for him. “Take me, Landon,” I whisper against his
lips. He looks wide eyed at me for a second, then around as if he expects a bed
to pop on the floor. I nip at his lip and tug, “Back room…” I murmur. Without
another word, he grabs my arm tugging me behind him, making me giggle.

As we walk past the two guys, Landon stops, “Henry…don’t let
anyone past this door unless the building is on fire, yeah?” I can’t help but
laugh at Henry’s amused expression as Landon drags me past them without waiting
for an answer. I glance at Tad who looks like he has sucked on a lemon or
something. His sour ass scowl looks like he would rather be anywhere but here.
Gold Star for you manager asshole, I think to myself.

Landon busts through the door, slamming it behind him as he
fumbles with the knob. “Fuck! Daisy there’s no lock!”

“Then you better hurry, they’ll take a break soon,” I say,
pulling him to me, slamming my mouth to his. I shove him to the sofa that looks
like it is older than I am as I shimmy my panties down my legs.

“Jeez Daisy, this is a bad idea…”he says but with no
conviction.

I climb onto his lap and his hands instantly go to my
thighs, sliding my skirt up to my waist as he goes. I yank at his jeans,
freeing him as our mouths clash. The bass thumping against the walls around us
only drives me harder. Landon barely gets a second to breathe before I slam
down hard on him. “Shit!” I cry out against his mouth.

“Son of a bitch, baby, you have to be quiet,” he moans,
burying his face in my neck.

I grip his thighs as he attacks my chest through my tank
top. Tilting my head back I moan as Landon arches his hips, meeting me thrust
for thrust. Every move we make matching the beat of the music, only sending me
higher as I try to keep tempo. Sliding his hand down he circles where our
bodies meet sending me over the edge. “Landon!” I cry out loudly, sending him
over the edge. Landon grunts, stilling as he fills me with his release. I
collapse against him both of our chest heaving for breath.

After a few minutes he kisses my lips sweetly, “Let’s get
sorted and get back out there.”

Just as I reach for my panties on the floor the door flies
open and Aiden and Hunter walk in flopping on the chairs. Their amused grins,
letting me know they probably heard us. When did the music stop playing? I turn
to walk out of the door way and run into a sexy as sin black covered chest.
Grayson. His arm wraps around my waist steadying me. “Where are ya off to in
such a hurry, Wildflower?” he asks meeting my eyes.

“B-b-bathroom,” I stutter. My nervousness makes him laugh,
the vibrations sending chills throughout my body.

“I’ll take her bro, you look…comfy,” Grayson says with a
knowing smirk; my face instantly turns red. I glare at Landon to do something,
but he makes no move to get up. Did I fuck him into paralysis?

Closing the door behind us, Grayson wraps his arm around my
waist and walks me back up the hall way. Stopping outside the bathroom door, he
pins me to the wall and smiles down at me. “So, Daisy… Why didn’t you tell me
who you belonged to before?” he asks, his face an inch from mine. “You being my
brothers could cause a problem.”

I slam my hands against his chest, “I don’t belong to
anyone, Grayson, but this tour shit isn’t going to work if you’re tryin’ to get
into your brother’s fiancé’s panties the entire time. There are plenty of girls
for you to fuck, go find one. This,” I say gesturing between us. “…seems to
only be your problem,” I spit angrily.

He leans in so that our lips are almost touching. My chest
is heaving against his. I have to lock my knees to keep from collapsing on the
floor. “If I wanted to get into your panties, Wildflower, they would shoot off
that sweet ass of yours right before you leap onto my dick.” His hand runs down
my arm until he cups my ass and squeezes. “Oops, forgive me… They would if you
were wearing any, which you clearly aren’t.” His fingers tease the hem of my
skirt, dancing along my inner-thigh. “You will fuck me, Daisy; it’s just a
matter of time. And when you do… it won’t just be the band that will hear you
scream my name. It’ll be anyone in a ten mile radius,” he says, releasing me.
Frozen in place, I watch Grayson walk out to the bar where three bottle blonde
triple D’s are waiting to give him their undivided attention.

I brace my hands on my knees and blow out a breath trying to
regain my composure. How in the hell does he do that? He affects me so much
that I forget everything and anyone around us? My fiancé is on the other side
of the door for fuck’s sake! How is he so calm?

Looking over at the bar, I catch him painfully adjusting his
dick. I smile, knowing that he may be playing a game, but he’s just as affected
as I am. I hope the rotten bastard dies from blue balls. Well, I do know one
thing. We are not happening; he might as well fuck until his cock falls off. I
will not be riding the Grayson Cole theme ride. No fucking way! He winks at me
as I turn to go into the bathroom. I mouth ‘dream on’ as I flip him off. Those
gray eyes heat just as I slam the bathroom door behind me.

Fill ‘er up…shut ‘er down…

The rest of the night Grayson keeps his distance. Though,
every time I turn, I catch him staring at me, watching me with Landon. I keep
waiting for Landon to catch on but, luckily, he never did. The last thing I
want is a confrontation. I don’t know what the hell Grayson’s problem is, but I
plan to keep as much distance between us as possible. After they play the last
half of their set, we quickly say our goodbyes and head home. Landon rechecks
his bags for the tour. I assure him we have everything, and we both fall into
his bed, in an uninterrupted sleep.

*****

The next morning, I am standing wrapped in Landon’s arms as
we watch the bus pull up in front of his house. The huge guy from last night,
who I now know as Henry, steps off the bus and starts grabbing our bags from
us. “Mornin’, you ready to be stuck on a bus with half a dozen disgusting men?”

“I’ll manage,” I say with a smile, walking up the steps
behind him.

I take in my ‘home’ for the next few months, with the exception
of a few stops where we actually get to have motel rooms. The kitchen and
living area are bigger than I expected, but it is still going to be cramped.
There is a big, fluffy brown couch on the wall, then a big ugly ass green chair
next to it. A huge flat screen T.V. is mounted on the wall in clear view for
both the living area and kitchenette table.

I follow Henry back down the makeshift hallway where there
are two bunks on each side. “Bathroom here…” he says, smacking a door as we
pass. Then he kicks open a door to what I gather is a bedroom that has a nearly
full sized bed and a small sitting area. In the sitting area, strumming an
acoustic guitar, is Grayson.

Looking up at us, he smiles. “Hey guys. Usually, I take this
room solo, unless one of the guys has a friend,” he says with a smirk. “I
thought, instead, that you can crash on the bed. That way you two can snuggle
properly,” Grayson’s smart ass tone dripping from every word.

“Hey Landon.” We turn to see Tad and his sourpuss expression
standing in the doorway. “I need to go over a few things before we pull out. Do
ya mind?”

Landon nods, following him out, with Henry bringing up the
rear. Alone with Grayson, I drop my bag on the bed and walk over to the shelves
on the wall stowing my laptop, phone and e-reader. “So, Wildflower, are ya
ready for the rough and rowdy Shaft tour?” he asks. I turn to find him standing
right behind me. The close proximity is something I was trying to avoid.
Sex
and Sin
is already at it again. He is pushing me, I know it. His scent is
intoxicating, like heat and something I can’t quite describe. Not like the
clean, fresh smell that Landon has. I don’t know what is drawing me to Grayson,
but I know that I can’t give into it. I am not ruining everything Landon and I
are working on for one quick ride. I have to put Grayson in his place once and
for all. Maybe if he knows that I am not interested he will back off. That I’m
not playing hard to get; that I really mean I don’t want him. Well I don’t want
to want him, but I can’t have him and I won’t because I love Landon. You don’t
screw up this kind of happiness. I’m not one to fuck around.

Shaking my head, I glare at him. “Grayson, listen. I’m here
for Landon. Not to be your groupie, your fuck buddy or the pass around pussy
for the band when there isn’t any standin’ in line ready to fall over with
their legs open for you. I can, and will, handle anything you try to throw at
me. So trust me when I say this; you aren’t getting into my panties. End of
fucking story. I’m marrying your brother. I love him. I won’t do that to him,
so you might as well drop the act now and save yourself the trouble,” I say as
his eyes watch my mouth, hungrily.

Slowly, his eyes drift up to mine and then he shocks the
hell out of me. He laughs. Grayson doubles over, placing his hand on the wall
beside me. Laughing so hard he is heaving for breath. I seriously think that he
has lost it. After a minute, his laughing slows; he stands back up meeting my
shocked gaze. “I like you, Daisy. You don’t fuck around, you shoot straight,”
he says, stroking my cheek, making me tense. “Don’t worry, Wildflower, I’m not
going to trample your petals. I wouldn’t dream of it. You deserve more than
that,” he says sweetly, the sincerity in his voice floors me. Quickly he turns
from me so I can barely hear his final words, but I know I hear them loud and
clear. “You deserve better than me.” Walking out the door, Grayson leaves me
alone to unpack, along with a million thoughts whirling in my mind.

Landon doesn’t come back in the room after the bus pulls
out. I settle our bags on the shelves and go see what the guys are up to. With
Henry behind the wheel, Tad and Landon seem deep in a hushed conversation
staring at the laptop on the table when I walk into the living area. Gray is
scribbling something in a book as Aiden and Hunter are busy working out a beat
on the couch. Aiden beats his sticks against his jean clad thighs as Hunter
works the frets on his bass. “Nah, it needs to go like this,” Hunter says,
changing the rhythm, his hand glides along the neck as Aiden switches up his
beat. I stand there watching him beat his sticks against his spread thighs.
“You gotta make those bitches want to grind on ya. Change the words around
here, a chord or two there. Maybe scream a few ladies’ names during Gray’s
solo. I’m gonna make it rain pussy at our next show,” he says, standing up
grinding the guitar against him. Moaning while he plays the chords again,
changing the words.

“Probably best if Gray does lyrics and I do tracks, like
always,” Aiden snorts.

Grayson throws a half empty water bottle at him, hitting him
square in the face. “What the fuck man?” Hunter yells, glaring over at him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Hunter, Rax Wrathbone?
Maybe, if you were in Killer Buzz Float then, and only then, would ya have
women droppin’ on your dick from the sky. Until then, grow the fuck up and play
the shit like
we
wrote it asshole," Grayson spits angrily, making
all eyes fall on him. “This band isn’t about gettin’ you some pussy and you
fuckin’ know it man.” Standing, he shoves past me. I slam into the wall, as
Henry takes a hard left, sending me tumbling into Hunter, knocking us both onto
the couch.