Indulgence (87 page)

“Chill out, asshole,” I toss out, leaning against the bar as
the crowd stars to pile in for the show. “She won’t get in the way of your tour
wide fuck-fest.”

Hunter huffs, “Nah, you know how it will go. She’ll see me
then want to fuck me on the spot. Then after I make her scream my name, the
bitch will get all clingy and shit will get awkward,” he says with a shrug,
“There’s no comin’ back from this shaft. Your brother might as well give up
now.”

“Not everyone wants to fuck you Cunter,” I growl. Of course,
the conceited bastard just rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to the back
room.

Hunter believes that being at the mic every night earns him
status as King of the Shaft. Yeah the band is called Shaft. Say whatever you
want but the chicks love it. Grabbing girls every night was our thing. Not so
much Aiden, lately, but Hunter is always up for anything. The game of banging
nameless pieces of ass is starting to get old at times. Two sometimes three
chicks in one night, they don’t even care which one of us they climb on. It’s
all about them getting their piece of the shaft to brag about later. Yeah,
sounds great huh? Just once I’d like to know I was it for them. That Grayson
Cole was stealing the show from everyone else for even just a night. Ah, fuck
it. I need to get another beer and a nice set of tits to bury my face in before
the show to shake my messed up head.

Looking across the room, I see a flash of blonde hair in the
corner booth. My eyes roam down, taking in her long legs and pink heels. Fuck
me. I watch, completely mesmerized as she tosses her hair over her shoulder. My
dick jerks to attention, banging on my zipper like the cops at a drug bust. I
want to go over there and wrap those long amazing ass legs around me. I need to
hear her scream my name when I thrust into her.

Without a second thought, my feet carry me across the room.
Her face stops me dead in my tracks. She is absolutely beautiful. Pulling me in
with her eyes, she totally has me by the balls, and bringing me nearly to my
knees. I’ve got to have her. But as fucking gorgeous as she is she has to be
with someone, right? No man in his right mind would leave a girl like this
alone.

I chew over what to say, when her tongue darts out to wet
her bottom lip. Images of her lips wrapped around my cock fill my head.
Great,
now I’m hard.
My dick and my heart are thumping in time with each other.
She doesn’t look up at me when I step up to the table; her eyes are still
trained on the hallway. I can almost see her mind racing in circles as she
stares down the hallway where the rest of the guys are waiting.
Is that why
you’re here baby? You want a piece of the shaft? Well, I’ll be more than happy
to give it to you.

“Don’t you have a drink yet, Sugar?” I ask, letting my voice
roll over her.

Her head jerks up, eyes meeting mine. I have to slide into
the booth with her before I crumble to my knees in the floor. Those amazing
eyes lock onto mine, pulling me in while I wait for her to speak so that I can
hear her voice.

Desperate for any kind of contact I slide my arm along the
booth behind her. This girl has me fucking wrecked and she hasn’t even spoken
to me yet. “So, Sugar, what do they call you?” I ask pleading with my eyes for
her to answer. When a shudder moves through her, she slides away from me.
Instantly, I move closer, making my move. What the hell is up with me tonight?
The only chatting I need to do before I fuck a groupie is to tell her to get
naked. And I never keep at it when they don’t seem instantly interested in
jumping on my dick. Is this girl playing hard to get? If so it’s turning me on
even more with each passing second. Starting tomorrow I’ll be sharing my room
with Landon and his girlfriend so I better make this piece of pussy count.

“My name is Daisy and I’m here with someone,” she says, but
sounds a bit shaky so I decide to push.

“Are you now, Daisy?” I ask, taking her in. She seems a bit
nervous but I see fire in her eyes. She’s shaky but controlled, oh how I would
love to break her. Though, by the look in this Wildflower’s eyes, she could
break me in the process. If I let her which I would never do. I fuck ‘em and
leave ‘em. No time or desire to have a relationship, no chance to hurt or be
hurt. Fuck that, I want her and I will have her in the bathroom before the
show. Looking around I grin, “I don’t see anyone with you, Wildflower. You
shouldn’t be left alone in here someone could pluck your petals,” I say,
scooting closer inching my hand up her thigh. Her smooth skin is driving me
crazy. I want it slick with sweat while I bury myself in her. I want her to
scream my name so hard that the whole goddamn bar hears her.

Daisy trembles under my touch as my fingertips slide under
her skirt but she doesn’t move. I can’t help my smile; it has to be nearly
splitting my face. I have her right where I want her. I could fuck her in this
booth and she wouldn’t stop me. Her breath is rushing out of her mouth as she
watches my fingers.
Oh yeah, Daisy I’ll pluck every petal and have you
begging for it.

“Grayson!” I hear and I freeze when I meet Daisy’s eyes. My
body tenses as I turn to see my brother, Landon, coming toward us.
Shit!
Shit! Fuck! He’s ruining my play for pre-show pussy here.

Jumping up from the booth, I plaster my best smile and greet
Landon in an uncomfortable hug for many reasons. One big reason is I don’t want
him to know I’m hard enough to pound nails into concrete. “Bro! So glad you
agreed to come along and help us out on tour,” I say, managing to sound
sincere; when I really want to kick him in the balls for interrupting me and my
Wildflower here.

Landon smiles then turns to my Wildflower. Wait when did she
become
my
anything? “I see you have met Daisy, my fiancé.”

What the fuck?
Turning to Daisy, my eyes go wide.
Oh
say it’s not so… “
Yeah we’ve met
.”
Adjusting her skirt, Daisy slides
from the booth then stands next to Landon. Shit! Was I really about two seconds
away from fucking my brother’s wait… did he say…

“You’re coming on the bus with us?” I ask in shock. This is
horrible. I watch in horror as Landon leans down kissing her cheek. The little
act of affection makes me sick. I want to rip his balls off, then grab Daisy
and make her mine.
Hold the fuck up? Make her mine? That cannot and will not
be happening.
I have to stay as far away from her as I can. This is going
to be hard on a bus, I know. Daisy belonging to my brother is going to be a serious
problem for me and my raging hard on.

“You said it wouldn’t be a problem to bring my girl, Gray,”
Landon says looking between us. “I figured she can be an extra pair of hands.”
Instantly I grin at her, watching her blush spread from her cheeks down her
throat.
Yeah bet she’s got a perfect fucking pair of extra hands…
Fuck
me, I bet she blushed all the way to her damn toes and I want to strip her
naked right here and see for myself.

Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see a blonde groupie
hanging by the bathroom. “It isn’t,” I mutter, determined to get away from them
so I can deal with my raging hard on. I mumble something about them enjoying
the show then excuse myself to ‘prepare’. Once I’m out of sight, I grab the
blonde who is covered in too much make-up and smells like a bottle of scotch
shoving her into the bathroom. “Babe, hit those knees,” I snap out, unzipping
my jeans.

Almost instantly, my throbbing cock is buried in her mouth.
My eyes close as I picture Daisy’s mouth wrapped around my dick instead. This
chick’s moans are instantly Daisy’s in my mind, making me grip the stall so
hard my knuckles ache. Picturing Daisy’s amazing eyes looking up at me while I
fuck her mouth sends me over the edge. I ignore the sounds of this whore on her
knees gagging as I shoot my load down her throat. My brother doesn’t deserve
Daisy. She’s a Wildflower all consuming, amazingly beautiful and I want her.
More than I’ve wanted anything.
You don’t deserve her either asshole.

Maybe once I fuck her… this feeling will go away and I can
move on. The thought creeps in like a vise to both my balls and my heart as I
stuff my dick back in my pants… What if after I have a taste of her I only want
more? Her scent is like fucking heroin, all I want is one more hit. I just want
to bury my face in her neck and inhale as she comes. Flinging the door open, I
head to the stage worrying if, maybe, my Wildflower is going to be more than
just a conquest. I’m not ready to admit it but she has already planted her seed
and I have no doubt her roots will flourish through all the shit I put up to
keep everyone out.

Cat Mason is thirty years old and a mother to three
children. She was born and raised in Granite City, Illinois which is just
across the Mississippi river from St. Louis, Missouri. She currently lives in
Virginia with her husband and children. Previously publishing Contemporary
Romance under her real name, until she decided to lose the filter and let it
all hang out. When she isn’t writing, she is reading or spending time with her
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by
Cynthia Sax

She’d been paired. Finally.

Joan Tull hurried through the Nebula battle station
hallways, straightening her gray flight suit as she ran. She was the last of
her solar cycle’s transfers to have been matched with a cyborg.

That was because she was female and Commander Lewis was a
female-hating rectal wipe. Humanoid Alliance regulations stated he had to
accept her onto his station. There was nothing that said he had to pair her.

But now he had and she skipped with excitement. She’d
fulfill her destiny, helping the cyborgs who once saved her life. Not the same
cyborg, though wouldn’t it be a wonderful coincidence if that happened? No,
she’d more likely be responsible for the maintenance of one of his brethren. It
would be—

“Joan.” Fingers curled around her left wrist and she was
pulled into the shadows. Her friend Denny Olsen gazed down at her, concern on
his freckled face.

Joan wasn’t alarmed. Her former academy mate worried about
everything.

“I’m being assigned to a cyborg.” She grinned at him.

“Tell the Commander that you withdraw your application
before he formally offers you the position,” he urged. “It isn’t safe.”

“Life isn’t safe.” Having spent most of her life alone and
unprotected, she knew that better than anyone else. “This is what I’ve been
training for, Denny, since I was eleven solar cycles.” Since the agri lot her
family unit worked was attacked and a cyborg stepped between her and certain
death.

“You won’t see another solar cycle if you don’t withdraw.”
Denny squeezed her wrist and pain shot up her arm.

“Let me go.” She wrenched her body away from him. Although
he was male, she was stronger and smarter and had graduated near the top of her
class.

“I can’t protect you, Joan.”

“I don’t need protecting.” She could protect herself. “I can
do this.”

“You can’t do this alone.” Denny raked his fingers through
his short red hair. “Commander Lewis won’t allow us to give you any support. He
believes females don’t belong on a battle station, especially not in cybernetic
engineering.”

She lifted her chin. “I’ll prove Commander Lewis wrong.”

“He won’t allow that.” Denny’s lips flattened. “He’ll ensure
you fail. You’re intelligent…for a female. You should realize that.”

Joan knew Commander Lewis wouldn’t make it easy but nothing
ever had been for her. She was willing to work hard for everything she
received.

“Careful, Denny. You’re starting to sound like those
female-haters you work with.” And that shocked her. He was her friend. She
thought he was different.

“There’s a reason they act like that.”

“There’s no logical reason.” She wouldn’t back down, knowing
in her heart she was meant to assist cyborgs. “I’m taking this position.”

He glared at her. She held his gaze.

Denny shook his head. “You won’t listen to me.”

“I won’t.” This was her destiny.

“Then go. Take it.” He dismissed her. “Get yourself killed.”
Pivoting on his booted heels, he stalked in the opposite direction down the
hallway. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

She watched his retreating back. Denny was genuinely
concerned for her, but he had also spent the last solar cycle reporting to
Commander Lewis, surrounded by that rectal wipe’s female-hating protégés. He’d
clearly been indoctrinated into that fool’s school of thought.

Joan knew she was qualified. She could do this. Walking to
the transfer chamber, the spring in her step was gone.

She placed her palm on the sensor. The door slid open.

Commander Lewis stood with his back facing her, his hands
clenched behind him. Monitoring devices edged the walls. A concealing cloth
covered a long horizontal support. There was no one else occupying the space.

Which was strange. She tilted her head, perplexed. At
transfers, the former engineer was always present, passing his duties to his
successor, relaying the insights he’d gathered over the solar cycles.

Unless there was no former engineer. Her hands quivered. Was
she to be paired with a brand new cyborg? More experienced engineers had been
waiting their entire lifespans for such an opportunity.

That must have been the reason Denny urged her to decline.
He knew the others would be jealous, take out their disappointment on her.