Toxic (Addiction #1) (37 page)

“What?!” Landon nearly shouted. Cruz just laughed and clapped his hands together while Kaid looked seriously disturbed.
 

“Yeah, she took off my bra and for some Godforsaken reason, I let her. I think it’s because I’m so fucking horny I could hump my pillow.”

“I can take care of that for you, babe,” Cruz winked at her.
 

“In your dreams, Romeo. Anyway, she made Grey touch my tit which I have to admit felt amazing and then told him to kiss me; he was seconds away from touching my lips when she screamed and pointed out the massive boner Grey was sporting.”

“Poor fucking Grey,” Cruz continued to laugh.

“What the hell was he thinking?” Landon seethed.
 

“It was all weird, Landon. You can’t blame him. I, for a second, thought we were all going to have a threesome and damn it if I wasn’t primed and ready.”

“Shit, that’s hot,” Cruz interjected, as he eyed Willow up and down.
 

“Don’t get any ideas.” She pointed at Cruz. “It was just so weird. Quinn stormed off and Grey went after her and I was left to go find my vibrator before the show because hell if I was going to go out on stage all sexually frustrated.”

“Find me next time,” Cruz winked at her.
 

“For fuck’s sake, Cruz,” Landon said. “Can you stop for one second?”

“Jesus, what’s crawled up your ass?”

“Before we start throwing fists, let’s all calm down.” Willow tried to ease the tension in the room. “No need to get upset; it seemed like Grey and Quinn were going to work things out.”

Landon got up and put his mug in the sink. “I’m going to go check on them.”

“Dude, leave them alone and let them work out their problems. It’s not your responsibility to solve your brother’s problems.”

“He’s right,” Kaid agreed. “Just relax, man. I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

Landon didn’t sit back down, instead he leaned against the cabinet and eyed Willow. “I thought you weren’t going to get between them.”

Offended by his accusation, Willow couldn’t help but get upset.
 

“I didn’t get between them. They were the ones who put me in the middle. I did nothing yesterday…well besides not stop them, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Sure,” Landon said with a snort.

He was getting on Willow’s nerves. She stood up and said, “At least I know when to back off. Just face it Landon, they’re together and will forever be together. Quinn will never be yours. She will always be Grey’s.”
 

The minute the words left her mouth she slapped her hands over her loose flapping lips. Landon told Willow about his feelings for Quinn in confidence and in a matter of seconds she let his feelings be known to Cruz and Kaid. Kaid she didn’t have to worry about, but Cruz, he had the ability to destroy someone with juicy information and he could care less who he hurt.
 

“Bitch,” Landon muttered as he started to walk away.
 

“Landon, I’m sorry.”

Cruz stopped Landon before he could leave the bus. “Bud, don’t worry about it, it’s not a surprise. We all kind of knew about your feelings and not because of Willow. Your secret is safe with us.”

Willow could have been kicked in the crotch by a naked nun and she wouldn’t have been more shocked than she was now. Cruz was actually being sensitive. The look on Landon’s face was pure relief. She could have kissed Cruz; she wouldn’t, but she totally could have because the one time she needed him to be an actual human being, he was.
 

“If I show you my tits, will that make you feel better? Make up for me being an idiot?” Willow said jokingly.
 

“Yeah,” Landon said, while his arms were defensively crossed against his chest.
 

Willow turned so only Landon could see her front and lifted her shirt. She watched as Landon’s eyes opened wide, making Willow smile. She lowered her shirt and patted Landon on the cheek.
 

“There you go big boy. Sorry about the slip up. I better go get in the shower before the two love birds do. I’ll see you boys a little later.” She gave them a wink as she walked away.
 

As she walked toward the shower she heard Cruz say, “I caught a little side boob and that shit was hot. I need to go beat it off.”

Shaking her head, she laughed as she shut the bathroom door and thanked God she didn’t completely destroy her friendship with Landon. A good titty flash always cured a rift.
 

***

Quinn stirred in bed as the morning light shined down on her face. Her back was sore and there was an ache between her legs. She thought about the night before and was reminded of the way Grey made love to her. He was gentle, but demanding at times. It was…nice.
 

Nice, it should be more than just nice. Yes, she climaxed and enjoyed the way Grey made her feel, but she wanted more. She wanted passion, undeniable passion and she wasn’t getting that from Grey. He was making love to her but it was as if they were just going through the motions; they weren’t really experiencing the total, over the top, can’t get enough of each other, I’m going to blow your mind away sensation.
 

She lost her mind last night and was ashamed. The stress of not eating, her feelings or lack thereof for Grey and jealousies of Willow got the best of her and she lost control. Although, if she had to admit it, when she was with Willow and Grey and the possibility of a threesome floated in the air, she was actually turned on. She didn’t know why, but she was chalking it up to wanting something new and exciting in her life. She was in a serious rut and it was most likely because she had been with the same guy for years on end and they had settled.
 

She loved Grey, but she wasn’t in love with him. She felt her feelings for him start to slip away months ago, before Willow was even in the picture, but she started noticing her feelings when Grey would look at Willow like he was about to rip her clothes off. That was when Quinn realized that Grey never looked at her like that and, in return, she didn’t look at him that way either.
 

They were playing it safe and Quinn didn’t want safe. She wanted excitement, she wanted the thrill of a first kiss again and she wanted to experience what is was like to be with another man, a man who couldn’t take his hands off of her. She didn’t want sweet anymore. She wanted it rough and she wanted it wild.
 

She was going to take charge of her life and, first things first…eat a cheeseburger for every meal. No man was going to want to fuck a skeleton. She still wanted a boob job, but she would wait that one out a little bit. Maybe if she gained some weight, her boobs would fill out a little bit more then she could save her money for something else, a tattoo or a new wardrobe, even though she got a lot of clothes for free. She didn’t want the sweet, girl next door look anymore. She wanted to spice her life up.
 

Grey placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a lazy, sex-fulfilled smile.
 

He really was cute but she didn’t want cute, she wanted fucking hot!

“Good morning.”

“Last night was amazing.”

She nodded, trying not to show her true feelings. Now was not the time to break things off with him. She needed some time. Some time to figure out how she was going to go about telling him she didn’t want to be with him anymore. In the back of her mind, she kind of wished Grey would just finally cheat on her with Willow because that would make her plan so much easier.
 

Grey got up and put some sweats on before he headed for the door.
 

“I’m going to grab a cup of coffee, you want one?”

“Yes please and two donuts.”

Grey’s face lit up as he winked at her and left to get her a very fattening, but much deserved, breakfast. Today was the first day of her new life.
 

Chapter 18

“There’s my boo,” Rook said, as Maisy walked up to him looking absolutely stunning.
 

She was wearing a tight-fitting coral skirt, a white top, and brown ankle boots that sported a good three inch heel which brought her mouth closer to his, something he always appreciated.
 

“You look gorgeous, babe.”
 

“So do you.” Rook laughed as he captured Maisy’s lips with his. He was wearing a dark grey pair of pants, white button up shirt and black and grey plaid vest, courtesy of Quinn of course.
 

They were off to their first joint radio interview where they would talk about their tour and, of course, their relationship. They weren’t setting out to talk about it to the world, but they knew they would be asked questions, so they prepared themselves for the intrusion into their private affairs.
 

“You ready for this?” He cupped Maisy’s cheek as she nodded. “They might be brutal.”

“I know and I’m ready.”

“Good.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “If we didn’t have this interview, I would strip you naked right now.”

“What would you do to me?” she asked, as she pressed her body up against his, putting his little man on high alert.
 

“You’re playing with fire, girl.” He trapped her arms above her head and pressed her up against the wall of the tour bus that was occupied by only them since everyone else was getting dressed by Quinn.
 

“I like fire.” She gave him a wicked grin.
 

Rook shook his head at the frisky little thing he created. “You’re going to get yourself into trouble.” He kissed up her neck as he wrapped her leg around his waist and pulled her all the way into him. Her skirt rose to dangerous lengths as she straddled him with one leg.
 

“Touch me,” she whispered, as he made his way from her neck up to her lips.
 

He trapped both of her hands with one of his and moved his spare hand down to where her tight skirt was lifted. He found his way to where normally he would find a pair of underwear, but there was nothing. He abruptly stood back for a second and looked at his little vixen.
 

“Where are your underpants, young lady?” Rook asked, trying to contain his breathing to a normal rate.
 

“Oops, did I not put them on today?” Maisy asked, with an innocent finger to her mouth.
 

Rook ran his hand through his hair. “We don’t have time, baby.”

Maisy grabbed his hand, placed it in her slick folds, and threw her head back. “I think we do Rook, I’m practically already on the verge of coming.”

Rockets shot off in his head as the warmth of her center trapped him. His dick was beating against the door of his zipper and he swore as he tore his pants off, sheathed himself with protection and then lifted Maisy up against the wall before slowly lowering her onto his hard shaft.
 

“Christ woman, you feel so damn good.”

“No time for talking. Get to it,” she said, while rocking her hips.
 

Rook laughed to himself from her urgency and started pumping into her. He didn’t need to be asked twice. She kept her arms above her head with his one hand still trapping them. His other arm supported her against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hips slammed into hers as she fell deeply onto him.
 

She moaned and rocked, trying to find her release. He claimed her lips and buried his tongue in her mouth as he pounded into her. He felt his balls start to tighten as her tight warmth constricted around him. She was by far the biggest addiction he had ever faced. They were going to make everyone late, but he didn’t care. He needed to satisfy his craving.
 

“Yes, oh God, yes. Rook, you’re so fucking good.”

Rook chuckled to himself at her declaration. She tightened completely around him and cried out his name as her orgasm took her over. That was all he needed. His legs went numb as he felt his entire body convulse into hers, sweeping him up into the most glorious high he had ever experienced.
 

He put her down; he didn’t think he could hold her anymore because she had absorbed all the energy from him. He rested his forehead against hers as they tried to catch their breath. There was a knock on the door that startled both of them.
 

“Stop fucking for two seconds, we’re going to be late dickhead.” Cruz’s voice came from outside.
 

“Shit.” Rook got rid of the condom, grabbed a towel and cleaned both of them up while Maisy straightened up her hair and touched up her make up. Rook adjusted her skirt as well as buttoned up his pants, not too frantically to avoid zipping up his still semi-hard dick.
 

“Ready?” he asked Maisy whose face was flushed.

“Ready.” She gave him a shy smile as she wrapped her arm around his and led him out of the bus.
 

They were in one of the cars with some of their bandmates as they drove to the radio station. Everyone eyed them with suspicion, but Rook didn’t care because at the moment he had Maisy wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as if he was her lifeline. He had never been needed or wanted before, the feeling was something that hit him dead in the gut. The fact that Maisy, the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, not only wanted him in her life but needed him was almost heart-stopping debilitating. He just prayed he didn’t fuck it up.