Indulgence (60 page)

“Ooomph,” Hunter groans, as I try to scramble off of him.
“Leave it to Gray to throw unavailable pussy in my lap.”

My stomach drops as I climb off of Hunter turning to meet
Landon’s shocked face rushing toward me. “Are you alright?” he asks looking me
over.

“I’m fine,” I say shooing him off of me.

“I am going to beat his ass for shoving you,” he whispers, kissing
my lips softly.

“Fuckin’ hell! Landon give us a show, shove your tongue down
her throat or grab a tit, at least.” Aiden groans rubbing his eyes with his
palms. “I bet you two fuck with the lights off and thank each other after an
orgasm,” he says, turning to Hunter. “Thank you Mr. Cole may I have another?
No, bitch, you may not!” he laughs, then pumps his hips making Hunter laugh.
“You ought to just fuck her face and say goodnight. Fill ‘er up and shut ‘er
down.”

Hunter arches a brow at Landon and me, “You two aren’t fit
for the tour bus lifestyle. Fuck being prim and proper. I say whether it’s
fuckin’ or just a good suckin’ it’s all about me gettin’ mine.”

Flipping them off over Landon’s shoulder, I stroke his cheek
with my other hand. “No. There’s no reason to screw up the tour on the first
day. Finish what you were doing with Tad and I’ll go talk to Grayson.” The last
words flow from my mouth like word vomit. Why should I go talk to Grayson? I
don’t know him. He will probably slam the door in my face and laugh. Landon
nods, kissing me sweetly.

I turn making my way down the aisle and crack the door.
“Hey, you mind?” I ask, slipping into the small bedroom, closing the door
behind me.

Grayson is sprawled across the bed, his boots hanging off
the side. He tosses his arms up in the air vaguely. “Your room… sorry it’s a
habit to just camp out in here when Hunter turns into Cunter,” he drawls as I
sit on the edge of the bed making me laugh.

“Cunter?”

He turns giving me a huge smile propping his head up on his
fist. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” he blurts then quickly shakes his
head. “Um, I mean yeah. Cunter. That’s Hunter’s asshole alter-ego. When he
thinks that he’s bigger than the music.”

“I think it fits,” I say with a nod, remembering what
happened when Grayson shoved me into him.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks leaning up and touching my hand.
The look in his eyes is sincere. He looks almost pained. “I didn’t mean to
shove you. I’m sorry, Wildflower, if Hunter…” he starts and I see his jaw tick
angrily.

“No, it’s fine…I’m fine,” I say as he smiles nervously.

Grayson laces his fingers with mine. I don’t know why but I
let him. It doesn’t feel wrong like it should, it feels comforting. The fact
that there are five other guys just a few feet away from us. That I am marrying
one of them fades away, making me feel like someone completely different.
Grayson’s eyes are watching our joined hands just as I am. His eyes trail up my
arm, slowly they meet my mine.

Snapping out of my trance, I jerk my hand away. The disappointment
flashes on his face for a minute before he masks it. “It might be a good idea
if we work on being friends, Daisy,” he says, taking me by surprise. “You’re
gonna be my sister-in-law; we’re stuck on this bus together…so I think we
should at least be friends. Who knows, you might even end up liking me a little
bit.”

I can’t believe what he is saying. He has been tormenting me
ever since he met me, not to mention the fact that he wants to tear into me. I
take a breath then nod. “I think so too. As long as you can keep your dick in
your pants, Grayson, then I’m fine with being your friend.”

“We can be naked friends,” he says with a wicked smile. “Or
maybe just you can. I don’t mind,” he shrugs. I kick his boot with my foot.
“Okay, okay… I’ll be good. I promise, Wildflower.”

Sitting up, he grabs his acoustic guitar and starts
strumming it. “We have a gig tonight. I get to do a cover or two,” he says, as
he starts humming along.

“Really?” I ask shocked. “So Hunter isn’t the only vocal?”

He looks at me with a weak smile. “Nope. I can carry a tune
if I have a bucket to put it in,” he says sarcastically, making me wince.

“Sorry, not what I meant….it’s just that…” I start but he
interrupts me.

“It’s just what, Daisy? You think that all I can do is strum
a few chords. Everyone thinks that Shaft is all about Cunter. Especially him. I
write all the music and lyrics. Aiden lays the tracks. Fuck, up until we picked
up Tad, Aiden and I booked every fuckin’ thing we did. Tad even used our old
books as starting blocks for this tour,” he snaps. “Damn. Just like the rest of
‘em.”

Grayson’s accusations piss me off. I am boiling and I don’t
know why. All I do know is; I want to know what the hell his problem is. He
doesn’t fucking know me but he thinks he knows me well enough to classify me as
some groupie whore who doesn’t care which band member she talking to. Grabbing
his guitar from his hands, I toss it to the bed then slap him hard across the
face. Grayson’s eyes go wide in shock. “Listen to me, you son of a bitch. Last
night I didn’t watch a damn thing Hunter did, or Aiden. I could have easily
forgotten that Landon was standing with me. Those riffs you played were
hypnotic. Everyone in that bar felt that shit! It felt like the guitar was
singing the fuckin’ song, not Hunter. So shut the fuck up before you accuse me
of being a Shaft groupie bitch again. Believe it or not, I’m not Shaft’s
biggest fan, here to fall at your feet,” I spit; then, before I can breathe, he
is up shoving me into the back wall of the bus.

Grayson’s hands pinning mine above my head, his body pressed
tightly up against mine. My entire body is humming at the closeness,
electricity crackling all around us. The feel of his warm body against mine,
his erection straining against his jeans, pressing against my stomach it is all
too much, making my eyes flutter close involuntarily. This is it, he is going
to kiss me right here. Landon could walk in, but I can’t stop it even if I
wanted to. “You better watch what you say, Wildflower. I can be friends with you
but I can only take so much,” he whispers as he leans in, nuzzling my ear. “I’m
so close to breaking my no naked friends rule with you right now. Landon be
damned, brother or not, I want you,” he says, grinding against me making me
moan. I feel his smile against my neck. “…and I sure as hell know you want me,
baby. You can’t deny this shit pulling us together anymore than I can. I’ll
tell you this much, if he, for one second, doesn’t make you so fuckin’ happy
that you aren’t fixed on him…” He trails his tongue along the shell of my ear,
nipping lightly with his teeth. “I’ll take what I want.”

He releases me, adjusting his bulge as he scoops up his
guitar. Grayson leaves me in the room alone to wonder what in the hell just
happened. How do I plan to make sure it doesn’t happen again? I don’t want it
to happen again, right? That would be stupid.

Flopping onto the bed covering my face with my arms, I let
out a huge sigh. The bed dips down making me jump up and scream. “Shh,” Landon
says sweetly, kissing my lips. “Whatever you said to Gray worked. He’s out
there right now practicing with the guys for tonight. Thank you.”

I take his lips, rolling so that I am on top of him. Moving
my mouth against his, I straddle his lap and grind against him. “Take me right
now, Landon,” I growl against his mouth. “Please.”

Chuckling, he rolls us to our sides. “I won’t take you on a
bus with everyone around, Daisy. I can’t do that.”

The rejection stings like a bitch. “What? How is this
different from the back room last night, Landon? We aren’t going to be in
hotels very much, we have to be resourceful,” I say, sounding more like a
spoiled brat, I know, but I am worked up damn it. Regardless of the fact that
I’m worked up by the wrong brother, I’m in need of a release.

“Last night shouldn’t have happened like that. You don’t do
that to the woman you’re going to marry. That’s groupie sex and we don’t do
that Daisy, Aiden is right.” The joke from Aiden hits me square in the gut.
Standing to my feet, I grab my laptop off the shelf.

“Fine,” I say, flinging the door open.

“Wait, Daisy, don’t get upset.”

I turn to meet his beautiful blue eyes. “Landon, I’m fine
with whatever you want. I’m not the one that will have to hide that,” I say
gesturing to his straining zipper. Yeah, Landon’s brain may not want to do this
on the bus, but Landon’s second head sees my reasoning. I smile knowing I will
win this fight if I hold out. “I’ll just take care of it myself. No biggie,” I
shrug, then walk out of the room closing the door behind me.

I pass Tad in the aisle, on my way into the living area. He
rolls his eyes then walks back toward the bunks. I secretly wonder what his
problem is, although maybe he heard us. Or maybe he is just a determined
manager wanting to work. My bet, though, is that he is probably just an
asshole. Grayson’s eyes meet mine as he drops a shot glass to the counter. “You
want one?” he asks me when I sit my laptop down on the table.

“Hell yeah! It’s a tradition, she has to do a shot or
three,” Hunter says, fist pumping the air.

“Yep,” I reply when Hunter hands me the salt shaker. “Line
‘em up.” Licking my salt covered hand, I look at Aiden. “What was that you said
before? Fill ‘er up and shut ‘er down?” Aiden nods as I down my shot. The burn
slides down my throat then warms my belly. Quickly, I suck on a lemon wedge and
gasp for a breath. “Yep, that’s the new motto,” I say, bumping his outstretched
fist. Hunter pours another round in the glasses while I officially start my
last hoorah.

Shaft Approved

I lose count after the sixth shot, but I do know that the
bottle is empty. Sagging to the couch between Aiden and Gray, I decide that
once you down a bottle of tequila with a guy you can call him by his nickname.
I know I am drunk when I accidentally ask
‘Cunter’
to pass the lemons.
He spits tequila all over the bar, making me fall to the floor, erupting in a
fit of giggles. The guys all look at me in shock but laugh along with me
anyway.

Aiden flips through the channels on the flat screen, arguing
with Gray over what to watch. It’s safe to assume Landon is still sulking in
the bedroom, but I really could care less at this point. I want fun and this is
what this is right? I’m touring with the next big thing. I am on a tour bus
with Shaft, even though my fiancé is being a total dick…. Ha! Shaft, dick…see
what I did there? I bury my face in my hands and laugh, making Gray turn his
eyes to me.

“What’s so funny, Wildflower?” he asks, pushing the hair
away from my face.

“I was thinking that I’m having fun with Shaft even if Landon
is being a dick!” I say, doubling over in laughter. Tears streaming down my
face as I roll off of the couch and onto the floor still giggling.

“That’s awfully punny,” Hunter laughs from his chair before
taking a pull from his beer.

“Yep, sure is hard not to laugh at the Shaft jokes,” Aiden
says, as I am now heaving for breath through my laughter.

“I fuckin’ love this chick,” Hunter says laughing.

I lean back against Gray’s leg, catching my breath. “Thanks,
not so bad yourself,” I say sweetly. He just winks at me.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Landon bursts through the
aisle while I am wiping my face on my shirt sleeves. Stopping at my feet,
Landon pulls me off the floor with a groan. “She’s drunk! What the fuck,
Daisy?” he says looking around at the guys. “Are you all drunk?”

“That’s a great big positive there, Captain Blue-ball,”
Hunter announces. I push away from Landon only to plop between Aiden and Gray
on the couch again. Landon’s eyes angrily flit to mine, making me wince. “Oh
and you’ll wanna keep your voice down. I mean, if you don’t wanna fuck her on
the bus because she’ll be too loud then you should know you two arguing on the
bus about it is pretty much the same thing.”

“I say she fakes it any way,” Aiden says, making me elbow
him in the ribs. I don’t deny it or come to Landon’s defense and this seems to
send him over the edge.

“You four are like children!” Landon snaps then jerks my
hand, pulling me to my feet. Tossing me over his shoulder, he nearly falls
backward into Hunter, then stomps down the aisle toward our bedroom.

“Put me down, Landon! What the hell is wrong with you?” I
scream trying to wiggle free. He tosses me to the bed and slams the door. I
jump up to argue which is a big mistake. The room starts to spin as I meet him
toe to toe at the edge of the bed.

“What is wrong with YOU? You’re supposed to be helping me
keep them in line, not doing shots of tequila with them. Are you trying to ruin
everything? Tad is furious!” he shouts, getting in my face.

I slump to the bed burying my head in my hands. “I’m sorry,”
I whisper.

Landon paces the small room, his hand diving into his hair.
He is so angry with me. I don’t know what to say to calm him down. I didn’t
think I was doing anything wrong. Landon doesn’t drink, ever. Maybe that is
what he is upset about. I don’t know. I have never seen him so unhinged.

Looking out the window, I notice we have made it to the
venue. Landon walks to the door. “Maybe it is best you don’t come to the show
tonight, Daisy. I’ll see you later,” he says, leaving the room. I hear muffled
voices then the bus door slam. I watch Landon and Tad walk away from the bus
and into the building.

Leaning against the wall I slide to the floor, letting the
tears fall freely. The door to the bedroom flies open making me jump. I look up
to meet angry grey eyes. “Why the fuck did you let him talk you like that?”
Gray growls, pulling me into his arms.

“I…I…” Is all I get out before he crushes his lips to mine,
I feel his lip ring pressing against my bottom lip. Gray groans into my mouth,
his hands sliding under my shirt to meet my bare skin. I should fight him but I
don’t have it in me. All the alcohol, mixed with all the emotion, is making my
head swim.