Indulgence (65 page)

“I’m fine, Landon,” I say, shrugging him off me then grab
Gray’s wrist.

Gray’s eyes go wide as I lean in, letting my tongue run
along his pulse point. The fact that his tongue was here seconds before mine
makes me crazy. Sucking hard, I let myself do what I’ve fantasized about for
days. I run my tongue up along the barbed wire. Gray’s pulse races against my
lips as I drift back down where I started. Releasing his hand I let it fall to
his side. I grab my shot from Landon’s shaking hand, refusing to meet his eyes.
Doing everything I possibly can not to let the expression on his face stop me
now. Downing the shot quickly, I feel the familiar burn in my chest then step
back up to Gray. Running my fingers up his bare arms, tracing the tattoos as I
go, I slam my mouth, to his taking the lemon.

My knees nearly buckle as my tongue runs along Gray’s lip. I
have fantasized about doing this ever since he kissed me before the show the
other night. I nip and tug at his piercing making him tense against me. His
tongue meets mine as I suck the wedge into my mouth.

Pulling back, I toss the wedge to the table turning to meet
six shocked faces. Sliding my thumb into my mouth, I suck the last of the lemon
juice from it letting it slide out with a pop. With an enormous grin, I pat
Landon’s arm as Gray just continues to stare at my mouth. “Now we can dance.”
Smugly, I wink at Cam, bumping her fist then I walk to the dance floor shaking
my ass as I go.

T.K.O

The bass thumps as I walk across the dance floor and I don’t
care that they are watching me. I start throwing myself around letting my hips
move however they want. The look of shock on Landon’s face fuels me as I spin,
getting lost in the smooth voice of Justin Timberlake. I am all about throwing
Landon for a few loops tonight. Hell, I’m sure there are some willing
participants to help me out with that. The thought makes me dip down to the
floor and look right at Landon. His breath stops right in his chest making me
grin at him. I think he may stroke out right there in the booth. Or at least go
into blue-ball shock.

I may not be a damn model but I can work what I have. My
five foot seven inches is curved and my legs go on for days in heels. Tad and
Landon are at the booth nursing beers, everyone else has spread out between the
dance floor and the bar I’m sure. The dance floor starts to get crowded just as
hands grab my hips. The intimate way they caress my body makes my eyes go wide
in shock. I start to leave but he doesn’t let me. His fingers spread wide as
they run along my stomach. My eyes jerk to Landon who is no longer watching me.
His face is turned away from me completely as if he is ignoring me as I dance
now. Looking to be deep in a conversation with Tad and completely oblivious to
whoever is now grinding his very hard cock into my ass. How does someone go
from dragging their tongue on the floor to complete disinterest?

As my mystery man’s hands encircle my waist I am pulled past
the crowd, putting distance between Landon and me. Grabbing my hand, he spins
me out then yanks me back into his chest. That new, but now recognizable, scent
hits me. I don’t know why I didn’t catch it before! I look up meeting fierce,
hooded eyes. Gray.

“What...” I start but he covers my mouth with his fingers.

Gray takes my hands, wrapping my arms around his neck as he
moves us to the rhythm. He has all the power now. I am lost as his fingers run
along my hips and grasp my upper thigh, grinding me against him. His thigh
slides in-between mine. I watch his smile spread as I grind down against him
like a total whore. Leaning in he runs his tongue up my throat then bites my
earlobe making me moan. Thankfully, the music is so loud around us no one
heard. Daisy, what are you doing? This can’t happen! My mind is screaming but
my body is listening to the crackling of the air around us.

There is very little of us that isn’t touching and my body
is on fire right now, begging for him to shove me against the wall and give me
what he has threatened to so many times already. I turn around to avoid kissing
him, knowing I can’t allow that to happen. He pulls my ass onto his dick,
making my hips instinctively roll against it. His hand runs up my stomach then
between my breasts. I know I should stop this. Just walk away and go get Landon
right now. I know I need to just go demand he take me back to the bus and fuck
me so that I can get rid of this feeling. I have to get to Landon before I lose
control. Before I do something stupid that will ruin everything we have built
over the past year. What the hell is wrong with me? My hips roll into Gray
again as a moan escapes my lips. His hand spans my throat, pulling my ear to
his lips.

“Are you teasing me, Wildflower?” he bites out. I can only
shake my head. No, I am teasing myself all while making a complete whore of myself
in the process. Gray smiles against my ear. “Baby, you make me so fuckin’ hard.
Your fuckin’ mouth felt amazing on me and now your body? Fuck, Daisy, what are
you doing to me? I have half a mind to drop to my knees right now. All I can
think about is burying my face between your legs until you scream,” he
whispers, making my knees go weak. I stumble but without missing a beat, he
pulls me against him so I stay on my feet. “Landon doesn’t have to ever know,
baby. It’s so dark over here no one can see, let me give you what you want.”

My eyes go wide at his request. My gaze jerks to the table.
I see Landon and Tad are talking to Hunter and two women that have slid into
the booth. Scanning the dance floor I can barely see Cam and Aiden making their
way to the bathrooms, clearly taking advantage of a stall like I had planned to
do with my fiancé. Why hasn’t Landon come to find me? Doesn’t he want to dance
with me? I don’t understand it. Just as I pull away from Gray to go back to the
table, my eyes catch Tad’s hand slide along the inside of Landon’s thigh,
cupping his crotch.

I start to run over there. My first thought is to flip the
hell out. What the fuck is that slimy bastard doing touching my fiancé? I feel
guilty as hell over what little has happened between Gray and me. Here Tad is
feeling up Landon right here in a crowded booth. I watch in horror as Landon’s
head falls back against the back of the booth, his eyes flutter closed. Tad
grins victoriously then whispers something in his ear. The intimate moment that
I am clearly not supposed to see makes me shudder. While Hunter is busy
attacking the mouth of one of the chicks, completely oblivious to what is going
on.

Gray tenses, pulling me back against him, “What the fuck?”
he mutters in my ear, letting me know that this isn’t a dream. I am frozen in
place, completely horrified but I can’t look away. I stand stock still,
watching as Tad continues to fondle Landon under the table. Landon reaches down
and I think he is going to push his hand away; instead he undoes his jeans
giving Tad full access. I yank away from Gray, running down the hall out the
exit door.

The cool air hits me like the slap to the face I need. I
fall to my knees on the pavement as tears stream down my face. My plan! My
fucking plan! What the hell do I do now? I can’t believe what I have just seen
but the visions won’t leave my head. They are burned there, I rub my eyes with
the heels of my hands trying to get them out but I can’t get rid of them. Is
this why we are here? Is this why he won’t touch me? Why am I here if Landon is
only here to be with Tad? I sob into my hands, not moving from the parking lot
as I heave for breath.

I feel Gray standing behind me but I make no move to turn
and face him. He pulls me to my feet wrapping his arms around me. “I’m so
sorry, baby,” he coos into my ear. All I can do is sob into his neck, as I fist
his shirt in my hands. “Come on, let me take you back to the bus. I sent a text
Aiden so he could tell Cam.”

“I don’t want them to know,” I whisper, as I swipe tears
from my face.

“I said to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you
just left. Then said I found me a piece to tend to,” he says with a wink.
“Aiden and Cam will cover for us. Come on, let me get you out of here.”

We walk the three blocks to the bus in silence. By the time
we get there I am absolutely, emotionally exhausted. I don’t want to feel
anything. I have just had my worst fears realized, my plan is shot to shit. I
have nothing left but to go home, sort through what’s left of my life, and start
over. Landon and I have to be over right? There is no coming back from that
kind of betrayal. If Tad was that comfortable groping him in public, than they
are more than working together. How could I have been so stupid? I never
thought that Landon would do that to me. Never did I think that a man was a
possible threat. I never suspected Landon could be bisexual. Has he been seeing
other guys this whole time? How long has he been seeing Tad? All the questions
swirling in my head just make me angrier.

“I should’ve went over to the table and beat his ass!” I
bite out. Stomping up the bus steps into the kitchen on a mission to drown my
thoughts. Kicking my heels across the room, I fling the fridge door open,
grabbing the tequila and lemons. “To hell with reality, to hell with the
fuckin’ list; I’m gettin’ trashed,” I say, licking then salting my wrist before
guzzling straight from the bottle.

Gray shuts the door and leans his hip against the counter.
“What list?” he asks, handing me a lemon wedge.

I grab my bag, yank the little pad out, thrusting it at him,
“My life list. All the aspects of a good life, in numerical order, and Landon
fuckin’ Cole just ruined it all. I gotta pack my shit. I gotta leave before he
gets back,” I say, tossing the salt and lemon down deciding to just down the
bottle instead.

Gray looks at the list then shakes his head. Taking the
bottle, he grabs my hands as I try to shove past him. “Listen, I’m sorry you’re
hurt, baby. Can’t say I’m sorry he did this though. Landon fucked up big but
it’s his goddamn loss. I don’t know what the hell you see in him anyway. You’re
a wildflower. You deserve more than being put in some fuckin’ case to be looked
at but never touched. Ever since that first night at the bar I was sucked in by
you. I wanted to talk to you, know everything about you. I want nothing more
than to just be right here, right now with you. I fight and battle against it
but the pull I feel toward you won’t go away. I can’t just stand here watching
the train wreck that is going on without having my say. That bastard is my
brother but you’re fuckin’ up if you let this shit slide, pretending as if
nothing happened. You can do whatever you want, Daisy. I’m here to listen to
you bitch, hold him down so you can stomp his balls into the pavement, or fuck
you into next week, but you won’t leave.”

I look at him as if he has grown another arm, “What do you
mean I can’t leave?” I scream as I pound my fist against his chest. “I won’t
stay here. Not now. What do I get by staying here, Gray? I let Tad and Landon
grope all over each other while I watch! Fuck you and your damn brother!”

“Probably best to let you go, Daisy, but I can’t. Tried to
ignore it, but I can’t. Won’t be ignoring it anymore, baby, that’s for sure. I
also won’t watch him walk all over you while you wilt.”

Slumping to the floor, I sob into my hands. Gray swoops me
up and carries me down the aisle to the bedroom. I don’t have the energy to
fight him. He lays me on the bed then quickly turns to leave the room. I have
no doubt that he is going to go pace until Landon comes through the door so he
can pound his ass into dog food. I don’t want to be alone. The thought of
Landon being with Tad makes me feel more emotions than I ever thought that I
could. I want to feel something, anything, other than all this hurt. I want
someone to put me first.

“Gray, don’t leave me,” I whisper.

His hand on the knob, Gray rests his forehead on the door
letting out a sigh. “Daisy, you have no idea how hard it would be to just lay
with you and not being able to touch you. I can’t. I don’t have any more fight
left in me tonight, baby,” he chokes out. I know that he is trying to be strong
right now, for me, but things have changed. Shit, everything has. He feels the
same inner-struggle I do. I’ve been betrayed by the man I planned my life out
with for the last year. Secrets, lies and who knows what else. I don’t want to
be me anymore. Right now, I just want to be anyone but Daisy Shayne. I watch as
Gray’s fingers squeeze against the doorknob so hard his knuckles lose color,
his chest rising and falling rapidly. In that moment, I want nothing but to
forget Landon, even if for just an hour. I don’t even feel my mouth move as I
blurt the words he told me just hours ago he was waiting on.

“I’m asking you, Grayson. Make me feel something other than
this anger and helplessness, please. I want to forget, to be anyone other than
me right now.”

Gray turns and faces me. Kicking off his boots as he walks
the three steps to the bed. I raise up on my knees in the bed, loosening the
tie holding my dress up, letting it drop, exposing my breasts. A growl roars up
through his chest as he pulls me to him. Gray’s amazing mouth running along my
exposed skin, making me ache for more. My fingers dive into his hair, twisting
and pulling the strands as he takes my nipple into his mouth. Swirling his
tongue around it, he sucks hard. I fling my head back crying out his name,
which only fuels his need.

Pulling back, Gray yanks my dress over my head tossing it to
the floor behind him. Without a word, he slides me onto my back on the
mattress, his eyes burning my skin as he takes me in. “You never did put
panties on, did you, baby?” I shake my head making him close his eyes as if he
were in pain.

“Touch me, Gray,” I’m begging as he tugs his shirt off,
sliding onto the bed next to me.

Slamming his mouth to mine, he leans back against the
pillows, pulling me onto his lap. His mouth never leaves mine as his hand dives
between my legs, while the other is fisting in my hair as it falls around us. I
let everything else go; right now nothing else matters as I straddle Gray’s
thighs. I am leaving, so why not get exactly what I want before I do. This is
all we wanted, just a taste of each other, right? It could never be anything
more. Rolling me to my back, he circles my clit with his thumb as he slides two
fingers into me making me whimper into his mouth. I grind against his hand,
desperate for friction; my entire body is begging for more as I writher
shamelessly in his lap.