Indulgence (63 page)

Landon jumps up, all but running toward our room. I half
expect him not to come back. He hasn’t spent much time with me over the past
two days. He says that Tad needs him to work out details for Vegas. They spend
a lot of time in the living area sorting shit, as the guys say, while the rest
of us sleep. I have inherited the weird ass hours of a rock groupie. We stay up
late, only to sleep the day away; all except Tad and Landon who are up at the
ass crack of dawn every morning. Landon has been avoiding my questions about
his job. Changing the subject every time I ask about what he feels he can’t
explain or talk to me about. I gave up on pushing for now. We sleep together,
maybe two hours a night, before he is up and out of the bedroom. Late nights
are spent goofing around with Cam and the guys, along with talking with Gray.
Our conversations aren’t deep, earth shattering conversations but he listens to
me when I talk. He doesn’t seem to have a problem talking about things with me,
it’s a welcome distraction from the distance Landon is putting between us. The
attraction to Gray is still there, growing stronger every day, but he doesn’t
push or bring up the elephant in the room. He is just there for whatever,
whether it is watching movies or talking about songs and why we love them. The
flashes about sex with Grayson Cole, though, are still running rampant in my
brain with no sign of stopping.

With no room in the bunks, Gray sleeps on the floor of the
bedroom, which in no way helps the fantasies I have been having about him. I
lie awake until the sun comes up staring at his bare chest. Of course, Grayson
Cole, with his almighty sexiness, kicks the sheet off the moment he falls
asleep. I lie there after Landon kisses my cheek and I watch the rise and fall
of Gray’s breathing as I study his tattoos.

He has barbed wire running around his left arm. It starts on
his wrist and circles up around his arm, which spreads around his shoulder and
his chest. His chest though… that’s what is amazing. The barbed wire spans and
spreads around a shield on his pectoral, right over his heart. A worn, battered
looking shield, the shield of a warrior, a protector, and it rules my dreams.

My dreams are even more vivid than my daydream the night he
sang. I can’t stop even if I really wanted to. I think the problem is my sexual
frustration. I can’t get Landon interested in me at all. He just smiles, kisses
me and says soon. I mean, hell, we weren’t rabbits by any means. We didn’t even
live together. I stayed over, occasionally, when school didn’t get in the way,
but we had a very healthy sex life. Now it’s like he has put his cock on ice.
I’m going to fucking explode with all the testosterone around here and no way
to release my urge. I am really, really glad that I don’t have a penis because
I would be walking around with a constant hard-on. I seriously have these
thoughts that make me want to rut up against something like a crazy fuckin’ cat
in heat. Oh my God! Hunter is right! I’m a rabid pussy! They’ll call animal
control to have me put down if I don’t get laid soon!

Landon walks back into the room ending my thoughts about
animal control and vaginally administered tranquilizers. Hunter takes one look
at the box in Landon’s hand and doubles over in laughter. “I’m not playing
Scrabble with you, dumbass! Don’t we have Twister?” he asks winking at me.

“Idiot! You can’t play that on a bus, we’d fall for sure,” I
say with a giggle.

Spreading his legs wide he rubs his crotch through his
jeans. “I’ll catch you. Won’t even need to use my hands.”

“Hey, how about we play but we attach a little wager?” Cam
says, pulling her mouth off of Aiden long enough to get into the conversation.
Looking around she wrinkles her nose in disgust. “The bus is a fuckin’ mess you
know? We can’t keep goin’ with it like this. If Daisy and I win you guys have
to clean the entire bus, do the laundry and restock the pantry. If we lose then
you guys pick…” she says making Hunter’s brow raise, “No sexual favors for you,
Cunter. I’m a one shaft only, Shaft groupie.”

Hunter frowns. Taking a drink of his beer he contemplates the
situation then a smile spreads across his face reminding me a lot of the big
bad wolf. I have gotten to know Hunter and his alter ego, so the big bad wolf
fits. He is truly looking to corrupt and devour everything he touches. “Fine.
We go head to head in an X-rated words only, Scrabble match. Two on two and
when Gray and I win you two lovely ladies will clean the bus in g-string
bikinis, inside and out, while we sit and watch.”

Aiden glares at his brother, “No fuckin’ way, asshole,” he
says wrapping his arms around Cam. “I didn’t even share my toys with you when
we were kids.”

“No huffin’ or puffin’, big bad wolf or I’ll kick your teeth
in. Strip club rules apply here. You know, no touchin’ the merchandise,” I
blurt, making Landon’s eyes dart to mine in shock. “If you keep your hands off,
I’m in,” I say looking at Gray with a grin. “If we win, which we will, all of
you men will clean the bus in nothing but teeny, tiny little thongs yourself.
Sure you wanna do this?” I say turning my grin to Hunter.

“Gray?” Hunter asks, smiling wickedly.

Gray arches a brow as they bump fists. “Set the board up,
fucker, let’s do this.”

Tad sprawls out on the couch typing away on his phone.
Hunter and Gray set up the board at the small kitchenette table as Cam and I
sit across from them ready to kick ass and take names. “So typical point system
applies, you’re only allowed to use words deemed X-rated by the judges,” Aiden
says, hopping up on the counter. Looking over, he rolls his eyes at Landon who
just sinks further into the chair getting lost in his laptop. “Yo! Big Man, you
in on this shit?” Aiden calls up to Henry who is manning the wheel.

“Yell out the words, I’ll say yay or nay but I’m not wearin’
a fuckin’ ass-floss pasty. You don’t want that close of a look at the monster
if you aren’t gonna feed ‘em.”

“Fair enough,” Aiden relents, shaking his head.

All four of us have our seven tiles each. We do a draw to
see who goes first, the guys win. Hunter slams down A-N-A-L on the board, then
sits back smugly crossing his arms over his chest. “Anal counts. That’s four
points,” Aiden says writing down the score on the pad.

“Anal? Figures you sick bastard,” Henry says with a chuckle.
“Whatcha got ladies?”

Cam and I scan our little racks of letters. I grin at her as
I place my tiles on the board. “B-L-O-W” Aiden reads off. Henry gives his
approval as well earning us eight points.

“A good blow will always beat out anal,” Cam says with a
giggle.

Aiden shakes his head with a groan. “Alright Gray, your
turn,” he says, gesturing to the board. Gray’s eyes meet mine. I watch as his
fingers brush along the tiles, making me curl my toes under the table. His brow
knits in concentration as he moves tiles around and smiles wickedly.

“C-L-I-T-O-R-I-S” Aiden shouts at Henry, making Landon’s
head dart up to us. “Great job Gray, you finally found one!”

“Fuck you shit-brick,” Gray growls. “I get a fifty point
bonus on top of it,” He yanks the paper from Aiden, counting up his letters.
“…ten more for the word. That gives us sixty four points. I see bikinis in our
future. I think the kitchen floor needs to be scrubbed with toothbrushes,” he
says winking at me, making me blush.

“What the fuck does he mean a fifty point bonus?” Cam says
looking at Aiden, her eyes full of panic.

“He cleared his rack, babe. Used all seven of his tiles…
fifty point bonus,” Aiden explains when she yanks the rules away from Gray and
reads.

“Damn it!” she shouts tossing the paper back at Aiden. “This
is bullshit!”

“We’ve got this,” I tell her as I nudge her shoulder trying
to help her relax. Shit, she is wound tight as hell over just one round.
Pulling my eyes from Gray, I start looking through our tiles as he draws new
ones.

By the time Henry parks the bus we’re all laughing
hysterically. There’s only about thirty points keeping the guys in the lead
right now. I had to fight Hunter on using the word blue-ball, since it’s
hyphenated. Aiden quickly came to our defense making Hunter and Gray tell him
how pussy whipped he is.

“I’m not pussy whipped,” he says winking at Cam, “I whip
pussy!”

Cam blushes but laughs along with us. Landon and Tad have
given input over word arguments but nothing more than that. They have opted out
of the bet earning them the ‘Pussies of the Tour’ award from Aiden.

“You are what you eat,” Landon says smugly.

All eyes fall on me and I nearly explode with rage. Turning
around in the bench seat I glare at Landon. This man has never talked about me
like that. He hasn’t said anything remotely sexual to me for days; now, here he
is acting like he just ate at the ‘Y’? Oh hell no! I’ve been rejected at every
turn and everyone on the bus knows it. “Really Landon?” I snap. His eyes meet
mine as he winces. “Maybe you should be over here watching for the educational
value, at least.”

Tad chokes on his water as the chorus of ‘oh burn’ and
‘damn’ rolls out around me. Hunter reaches out to bump my fist. “Girl, you’re a
fuckin’ legend.”

“You’ve never complained before,” Landon spits. Standing up,
he throws his computer angrily to the couch.

“I’ve never applauded either, asshole.”

“I don’t see you getting a standing fucking ovation either,
Daisy. Why are you being such a bitch?” Landon snarls angrily. Uh oh did I
strike a nerve?

“You have no idea what I’m like in bitch mode yet, Landon.
My advice is not to fuckin’ push me,” I bite out. The silence is madness. The
tension is so thick it’s making me squirm. Everyone is watching us, their eyes
darting between Landon and me. Just waiting for the first punch to be thrown or
someone to get naked and prove a point.

“Before there’s unnecessary bloodshed, I say we call this
game quits. You can let me observe. I really would hate to see Daisy kill
Landon,” Hunter says, leaning his elbows on the table. “Although, I’d be happy
to critique your sexual performances for reference. Like the
X-Factor
,
we can just call it the
O-Factor
.” I kick Hunter under the table and
Gray smacks him in the back of the head. “Oh, yeah I like it rough. Landon your
pussy has claws,” he teases.

“That’s it,” I huff. “Time to end this shit and get some
guys cleaning.” I glance back and forth at the tiles working them back and
forth with the free letters on the board. I have to get a bonus, whether it be
a triple word score or use all my tiles. That’s the only option to win here and
I will not lose this damn game to Cunter. My smile spreads as I grab my seven
tiles that will intersect two words perfectly. Hunter and Gray lean up watching
my fingers as I place my letters. Gray’s eyes go dark and hooded as I look up
at them with a wide smile.

“S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G-S…” Aiden and Henry look at each other.
“Holy shit!” They turn to the bar and start tallying up my score.

After a minute Henry turns around to pat my shoulder.
“Fuckin’ genius, girl.”

Aiden tosses the tablet down showing where he added up my
score. “Not only did she empty her tiles for a fifty point bonus, she got a
triple word score. She got ninety eight points for that little gem,” he says,
almost proudly. “Meaning the girls win with a combined score of 432. Sorry
guys,” Aiden says, and Cam jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his
waist, knocking him back into the counter as she covers him in kisses.

“You fuckin’ pussy whipped sonuvabitch!” Hunter yells,
jumping up from the table bumping into Cam and Aiden in the process. “Spankings
isn’t an X-rated word!” he shouts, getting up in his face.

“Then obviously you aren’t doing it right, Hunter,” I tease,
as I stand, kissing him on the cheek. “Don’t be a sore loser and if anyone
needs a bit of manscaping I suggest you three get to it. The bus is filthy,” I
say walking from the kitchen. “Oh and don’t forget the outside needs a good
wash down too,” I say with a giggle. Cam leans her head back, laughing
hysterically.

“Three?” Aiden asks. “Clearly, I’m exempt here right? Just a
judge remember?”

“There’s no way! You bitches fuckin’ cheated,” Hunter says
and it comes out almost like a whine.

Tad looks over and laughs, “You made the bet, ass. Now go
get ready to show yours off. I posted our location to the fan page, and posted
updates of the game. There should be a good sized crowd gathering up out there
expecting all three of you out there shakin’ asses. So yes, Aiden, you will be
out there with Hunter and Grayson,” he drawls.

“Fuck me. I didn’t agree to this shit Tad!” Aiden says
angrily, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, I’m not a pussy, I’ll take
one for the team. For the fans. Plus, it gives Cam something to drool over,” He
teases kissing her forehead.

Henry looks out the window and laughs, “Yep. Look at that,
you already got some with popcorn out there. Get your dirty clothes together,
I’ll send that shit out if you find a dry cleaners, Aiden.” Aiden nods then
starts thumbing something into his phone.

Gray breaks up Hunter’s bitch fest, shoving him toward the
bunks. “A bet’s a bet man. Let’s get it over with.”

Hang Out With Your Wang Out

Twenty minutes later, I am sitting outside in a lounger next
to Cam with beers, thanks to Henry. “It’s been long enough! Where’s the
man-candy?” Cam shouts, as Landon flings open the bus door strutting over to
us.

His eyes go wide taking in our bikini clad bodies sprawled
out. “What the hell, Daisy? You won, why are you wearing that?” he asks sitting
at the foot of my lounger.

“We’re workin’ on our tans Landon,” Cam answers for me. “Oh,
and by the way, you’re blockin’ our view. So, unless you have a thong under
those jeans...” she says lifting her shades a bit, “Buh-bye then, Sweets.”