Indulgence (67 page)

Aiden’s hands go to his hips as he shakes his head
dramatically, “Oh, fuck no, Girrrrrl! You did NOT just talk ‘bout my Momma.”

Cam and I are doubled over laughing. Gray shoves at him.
“Come on, diva, let’s go get some coffee. You ladies want?” We both nod as they
walk out the door, Cam quickly locking it back behind them.

Flopping back onto the bed she glares at me expectantly,
“Spill Sweets, I’m dying. Did he pluck your strings like he does that Fender?”
she asks, nudging me with her elbow. “Come on, I’m a one Shaft groupie but I’m
not fuckin’ dead,” she teases, fanning herself dramatically rolling her eyes.

After a complete run down of all the night’s highs and lows,
I think I have stunned Camaron into silence. She nods and her eyes widen but
Cam says nothing as I go over everything that happened at the club. I give her
all the details on Landon and Tad, then drop the bomb of all that happened with
Gray. “Then he just says ‘because I need you.’ What the hell do I do with that,
Cam?” I ask. Cam’s eyes are glazed over, lost somewhere in space. “Earth to
Cam!” I shout.

Shaking her head, she smiles widely as she fans herself.
“Fuckin’ Rock Gods! Jeez, I thought our bathroom stall sex was hot.” She sighs,
“You should’ve let him take you right there on the dance floor. Let Landon see
that shit!”

“No!” I say covering my face. “Landon can’t know. It would
ruin the tour. It would ruin things with his brother. I’ve ruined everything.”
I ramble on about my list, my crazy detail to my plan until Cam sits up and
shoves me.

“Wake the fuck up, Daisy. I’m givin’ it to you straight here
because it’s what you need to hear,” she says as I meet eyes that are churning
with rage. “You didn’t cause this. You played your part, I know what went on.
Landon revved the fuckin’ engine, took you along for the ride without thinkin’
about your feelings. It’s no one’s fault but theirs. Tad and Landon knew what
the fuck they were doing. Landon has neglected you for days. I’m not the only
one who’s seen this shit comin’. No one thought Landon and Tad, I mean holy
mind fuck; but hey, whatever tickles your pickle. I won’t judge when it comes
to definitions of love, but he fucked you over in the process.
Un-fuckin’-cool.”

I nod, “I can’t forgive Landon. The trust is gone. I will
always wonder if he’s with a guy or thinking of a guy when he’s with me. My
plans, all my plans I just…” I stop as the sob rumbles up my throat.

“Don’t. It’s done. Fuck the plan and a great big fuck you to
the list for the rest of the tour. Now, let’s get you ready. You’re going to
strut your shit stage left with me. Let Landon eat his goddamn heart out,” she
says holding, her fist out for me to bump, but I hesitate. “Don’t you dare
leave me hangin’ Daisy. It’s time to put on your big girl panties. Let’s ruin
Kansas in a big way tonight!”

I bump her fist as I slide out of bed, “You’re right, fuck
reality for the rest of the tour. Let’s tear this place up and watch Shaft
bring Kansas City to its knees.”

I hadn’t realized what time it was until the guys knock on
the door with our coffee. Gray and Aiden walk in handing us each a mug.
“Jealous yet, Cam?” Gray says with a wink. She just smiles flipping him off in
the mirror, making Aiden chuckle. “We gotta head over for sound check. You good
here?” Gray continues, as his eyes roam over my body still covered in his
t-shirt.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” I reply with a nod.

Wrapping his arms around me he nods, “Yeah. Then tonight,
stage left? I’m singing again tonight. Got one for you,” he purrs into my ear.
I shudder in his arms. “Later,” he says, then they’re gone.

Digging through my bag I pull out my ‘Shaft Approved’ shirt
and leather jacket. Standing in front of the mirror I shake my head, “Cam, I
can’t wear this.” My eyes drift down at the white leather mini-skirt that
barely covers my ass. “What the hell are we thinking?” I shriek as I try to
pull it down farther.

“Leave it the hell alone! I don’t know who is going to go
more crazy, Landon or Gray!”

“That’s not my plan you know. I don’t want them fighting
over me. That’s why I want to leave!” I snap, finishing my make-up. I never
wear this much but Cam sort of commanded that we go all out and make a
statement tonight, telling all the groupie bitches that we don’t welcome loose
pussy on our bus or near our boys. I have to agree with her on that point.

Except Hunter, he would really fuck anything that moves…well
I don’t know if it even needs to move. He is the total definition of a
man-whore. He will totally die with some plastic bitch on his dick and a bottle
of Jack Daniels in his hand. Shit, he probably will choke on bacon during his
orgasm that’s going to be a hell of a tombstone.

Here lies Hunter, AKA, Cunter, Chesterfield. He loved his
bacon, booze and pussy all in equal fashion, but it was his downfall. He was an
Overinflated Rock God and the Shaft honestly did him in.

The thought makes me giggle. Hunter will be the only man
who, IF he lives to senior citizen status, will demand the senior discount on
blow jobs and booze. I toss my stuff back into my bag and slip my tag over my
head so that no one doubts where I belong backstage. Stepping out onto the
pavement, I’m expecting to find Henry waiting for us as usual. I am stopped
dead in my tracks as I watch Landon stalking toward us, looking completely
vicious.

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“I need to speak to you in private for a minute,” Landon
says grabbing my arm.

Cam gives him the death glare, jerking my arm free from him.
“If that’s code for ‘Come in the bathroom and Nerk my Throbber’, you need to
get Tad to help you out with that. We’re busy tonight,” she bites out, shoving
past him, dragging me along with her. I stumble in my heels but, luckily, I manage
to keep from falling over.

“Nerk his Throbber?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder just
in time to see him punch the side of the bus. I almost feel bad for him but I’m
not ready to talk to about it.

“Well, what do you want me to say, Daisy? There’s no way
you’re goin’ to shine his pole since you don’t know where the hell it’s been,”
she says with a laugh.

“He wanted to talk. I’m just not ready to go there. I’m
still too angry,” I say as she wraps her arm around my shoulder.

“Yep and guess what, bein’ angry and not heartbroken says
something, doesn’t it? He’s not gettin’ to you before the show. We’re rockin’
up stage left. Aiden told me Tad and Landon are always MIA during the shows. So
that means it’s just us and Henry, of course, but he’s cool as hell.”

I nod, “He is. Alright,” I say, shaking my head side to side
as I roll my shoulders taking in her words, “Let’s do this.”

Walking down the hall, we follow the sound of Henry’s
booming voice as he stands outside a closed door. “Sorry ladies, I’m not
allowed to let just anyone in,” he says, crossing those huge tree trunk arms
over his chest. His face turns, as he sees Cam and I approaching and grins.
“Ah, there are my girls. I was about to come collect ya but it’s been a battle
keeping the hounds at bay,” he says gesturing at the three blondes pawing him,
begging to get in the door.

Henry shuffles us behind him, opening the door and quickly
closing it behind him as the tramps whine about unfair treatment. “Bitches,”
Cam says, kicking the door with her heel. “No loose pussy allowed.”

“Pussy still out there?” Hunter asks peeking his head up
like a Meerkat. He is sprawled out on the couch in just a pair of leather pants
and his boots. “Damn, I hope they hang around until after. Last night was just
a taste. The bald man here has been starvin’,” he says staring at his crotch.

“Didn’t you get enough from those sluts last night?” I
mutter in disgust.

“Oh you mean the butter face twins?”

Cam and I look at each other in confusion. Hunter must have
notice because he laughs then hops to his feet. Walking over he wraps his arms
around our waists and smiles down at me. “A butter face: when a bitch’s bod is
so out of this world epic that you want to fuck it so hard you don’t care if
you die once you come…but-her-face…is NASTY!” He laughs, then shrugs. “Yeah. So
I fucked them both in the handicapped bathroom at the club with the lights
off.”

“You’re disgusting,” Cam snaps as she elbows him in the
ribs. Ignoring Hunter’s laughter, we walk over to Aiden and Gray.

“Of course I am! You ladies fuckin’ love me. That’s why they
all want me.”

“No one in this room wants you, asshole,” I snap, making
Hunter clutch his chest.

“Daisy, that hurts. I need affection. I need my ego
stroked.”

“Is that what you’re callin’ it today?” Aiden says, thumping
his sticks against his thighs.

I watch Cam’s face as she watches Aiden’s hands move. The
way Aiden moves up and down, the sticks pounding against his inner-thigh
muscles as he finds the right rhythm. She is watching him like she could eat
him alive. I have no doubt after our gossip session this morning that she
totally will any minute. Aiden’s eyes leave the paper Gray is scribbling on,
meeting her hungry stare. Not hesitating, he tosses his sticks onto the table,
grabs her hand, pulling her toward the bathroom.

“I’m done, man.” He tosses over his shoulder.

Gray laughs as Aiden shoves her in and kicks the door closed
behind them. Hunter plugs in his headphones sprawling out across the couch.
“Hate him right now,” he spouts off, then murmurs something about not sharing
his toys.

Gray’s eyes drift up my legs, taking in every inch of my
body as he goes, before finally meeting my face. A wicked smile spreads across
that sexy as sin face as he crooks a finger at me. My brain doesn’t question
the silent command for a second. My heels click along the tile, as if by their
own free will, until I am stopped right in front of him. His eyes level with my
chest. I watch as his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. His teeth run along
that bottom lip, worrying his piercing. I think I might faint at the tension
building between my thighs right now.

“You look fuckin’ incredible. Come here.”

I go willingly into his arms as if I belong there. Pulling
me into his lap, he drapes my legs across his thighs. “Landon tried to talk to
me earlier,” I blurt, feeling his body tighten beneath me. Why did I even
mention Landon?

“What did that bastard say to you?” he growls. I can’t stop
myself from pressing my lips to his gently. Not just to calm him but because I
need it just as badly as he does. I need to feel the connection that we have.

“Nothing Gray. I walked away from him to come find you,” I
whisper breathlessly. Nuzzling my neck, he inhales my scent as if he needs it
to breathe. Gray’s tongue darts out to taste the skin behind my ear, sending a
shiver up my spine, my body instinctively arches into his. I tilt my head,
giving him better access, my body completely in tune as he plays me like he
would his guitar.

“I don’t want that asshole anywhere near you alone, Daisy,”
he growls against my skin.

I turn my face, meeting his eyes. “Gray, you can’t be
serious?” I ask incredulously. The look on his face tells me I asked the wrong
question. I stroke his face with my thumbs, feeling the coarse stubble against
my fingertips. “I have to talk this out with him even if I don’t take him back,
Grayson. I can’t just leave it unfinished.”

Something unfamiliar flashes in his eyes, but he quickly
masks it. “Not alone, Daisy. I don’t’ trust him and I don’t want you hurt
again. I saw you last night.
I
kissed your tears,
he
didn’t. He
lost his shot. I told you I’m fightin’ for mine.”

“Gray…” I whisper but he presses his finger to my lips.

“Not now, baby. I’ll wait, I’ve got time. I just want you to
get it. You. Are. Mine. Daisy,” he growls as he leans in, our lips almost
touching. “Whether you know it yet or not, you were already mine. I took that
last night. I won’t give it back to Landon or any-fuckin’-body else.” Then he
crashes his mouth to mine.

Gray’s fingers slide up my thighs, squeezing my ass hard as
he turns me so that I’m straddling his lap. Cupping his face in my hands, I
ravage his mouth. My tongue fighting with his to take control of the kiss. I
slide my hands into his hair, my fingers tugging the black strands. He moans
loudly into my mouth, only driving me further. My mind is so torn between what
I should be doing. With Gray, I am someone completely different from who I am
with Landon. I should say…who I was with Landon. I forget the world and
everything in it in these moments with Grayson. Damn the plan. Damn the entire
world! When Gray is touching me, I could forget my own name. Gray is my escape.
I feel like the me I have made myself into is shoved away in these moments,
letting me be someone else. I can be free with him, escaping all the harsh
reality I force myself to stick to. There are no lists here, there is just us.

Breaking the kiss Gray rests his forehead against mine,
“Have to stop this. Don’t want to, baby, believe me. Can’t fuck you in a chair
with anyone ‘bout to bust through that door any minute,” he says breathlessly.

I nod. “I know. I need to talk to Landon after the show
anyway. Before anything else happens, I need to sort this shit out.”

“You wanna talk shit out with Landon later that’s your
choice,” he says kissing my cheek. “Carve out time for me after? We got a few
things to deal with too.”

I nod as Aiden flings the door open. Walking out of the
bathroom, he has a huge smile plastered on his face. Cam is tucked under his
arm, her smile matching his. Pulling his headphones off, Hunter looks up and
rolls his eyes. “Well you don’t have to be so smug about it, you son of a
bitch.”

Aiden flips him off, “She’s your mom too, fucker.”

“Yep and she’s a bitch. She should’ve stopped with just me.
I don’t know why she kept goin’ when she got perfection the first time.”