Indulgence (69 page)

Sliding his arms around my waist, he kisses me. Gray’s
tongue dives into my mouth, taking no prisoners. He pulls me tightly against
him as his lips move against mine, pushing back the pain in my chest. My hands
dive into his hair desperate to keep his mouth on mine. I need to feel
something other than the sting of not being enough for Landon or the anger of
being lied to over and over. I know that I shouldn’t feel this way but he couldn’t
even say the words. I should’ve told him about Gray. I should have said that I
am guilty too. I should have, but I didn’t.

Landon made his bed. I know that I shouldn’t care about how
he feels anymore, but I do. It would upset him to know that I went right into
the arms of his brother. It would hurt even worse for him to know that his
actions are what put me here. The fact that I want Landon to pay for what he
did is one thing, but like this? I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. Yet, here
I am with my hands holding Gray’s mouth to mine. So what does that say about
me?

Pulling back, Gray smiles at me. “Alright. Now we gotta
talk,” he says, taking a few steps back from me. I instantly miss his warmth
when sits on the bed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I want nothing more
than to touch you, Daisy,” he reassures me, obviously reading my mind.

“We gotta talk,” I repeat his words, making him chuckle.

“Last night we didn’t use a condom.”

The world blurs around me as I think back to last night. I
sink to the floor as the thoughts of having unprotected sex with a rock star
creep into my head. Did I seriously let him fuck me bareback? How many sluts
has he…

“Daisy?” he interrupts my thoughts as he slides to his knees
on the floor in front of me.

“I’m on the pill, Grayson, you don’t have to worry about me
trying to trap you,” I blurt.

The growl that roars out of his chest makes me jump in
shock. “That is not what I was fuckin’ getting at!” he booms, jumping up to
pace around me. “I have never fucked anyone without rubber between us. I also
don’t fuck around like Hunter does. I just wanted to make sure we discussed
it.” Throwing his hands up in the air, he glares at me. “Communication
obviously is not my brother’s strong suit. Neither is honesty, for that matter.
I guess we’re truly polar opposites because those are deal breakers for me,
Daisy.”

Stopping in front of me, he pulls his shirt over his head.
“This,” He points to the shield tattoo on his chest, “is because I don’t let
anyone into my heart. I fight hard as fuck to keep everyone out, Daisy. I don’t
want anyone to answer to. I want to live my life, do whatever the fuck I want
without someone getting hurt because of me. With you, though, it’s different. I
want to protect you. I want to shield you from all of this shit with my
brother. I want to make it all go away. I want to see you smile, hear your
laugh. I haven’t even known you a week but I want you. I want you so bad it’s
all I fuckin’ think about.”

Standing to my feet, I slide my hand up his arm. Letting my
fingers spread along the barbed wire as I move higher. I drift along his
shoulder, touching every inch of his ink as I come to the shield. Gray closes
his eyes. His breathing accelerates as I trace the shield with my fingers. I
place my palm against it, feeling his heart beat wildly against my hand.
Leaning in, as I move my hand, I kiss along his ink. I let my tongue run along
the shield, making the breath rush from his chest. My name on his lips is the
sexiest sound I have ever heard, as my fingers run along his arms, taking in
every inch of him.

“I’m done talking tonight, Gray. Take me,” I whisper,
touching my lips to his.

His eyes drop to my mouth. Just as I expect him to kiss me,
his hand slides into my hair, pulling my head back as he goes. Gray runs his
tongue up the length of my throat making me shiver. “I love your mouth but I
want mine on every inch of you, baby. I want every inch of you,” he growls,
then bites my shoulder.

“Ah!” I cry out.

Gray runs his tongue along the bite, soothing, then sucking,
lightly. Walking us backward, Gray’s lips move along my collarbone and I swear
I purr. Then we are falling onto the bed, tangled in the sheets, our hands and
mouths all over each other. Our clothes flying across the room in every
direction as we frantically try to get skin to skin.

Gray’s mouth nips down my chest, skipping my breasts
completely, as he slides further down. His tongue darts out licking the inside
of my thigh. Without a word, he sucks my clit in his mouth, making me arch off
the bed. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah, you might as well get started thankin’ him now, baby.
It’s going to be a long, hard ride,” he says with a wicked chuckle.

Gray pumps two fingers, curling them as he teases my clit
with his tongue. My hips jerk frantically. Reaching above my head, I fist my
hands in the pillows. Gray pumps harder with his fingers, his mouth doing
things I never knew possible. I scream out his name as my orgasm hits me,
rattling me to the core.

Gray meets my eyes as he continues to slide his fingers in
and out of me. Watching my eyes as I come down from my climax. “That was
fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says hoarsely.

“Need a raincoat for the beast, baby,” Gray says, pulling
back to get off of the bed to get a condom.

I grab his hand, pulling him back to me. “I’m on the pill,
Gray. I trust you, please. Nothing between us.”

He looks at me wide-eyed. I can see the wheels turning in
his head like he trying to decide what to do. I push him to his back, sliding
down onto him making the decision for both of us. His eyes close, his mouth
goes slack as I roll my hips against him. “Fuck!” he moans, making me smile.

“Watch me, Gray,” I moan, rising up almost losing him
completely, only to slam back down onto him. His eyes snap to mine almost
immediately. Grabbing his hands I slide them along my thighs. Moving up over my
hips, Gray takes in every inch of skin as his fingertips touch it. My entire
body trembles with every touch of his fingers as they move over my body. When
he squeezes my breasts in his hands, I tilt my head back as I cry out.

“Watch Daisy,” Gray says, mocking me.

My eyes meet his as if on command. Leaning up, Gray takes my
mouth with his, stealing my cries. I moan against his mouth, his hips pumping
against mine, giving just as much as he is taking. There is no build up to the
orgasm as it crashes over me. It hits me like nothing ever before, making me
scream out his name as my body flies over the edge. I think that my heart may
have stopped because I barely hear Gray cursing as his climax over takes him. I
can feel him thrusting against me, my walls clenching around him, but I can’t
move. I know that I stop breathing for a minute because Gray has to tell me to
take a breath which makes me laugh.

Gray pulls me onto his chest, kissing me slowly then slaps
my ass. “Get dressed. I want food.”

Climbing off of the bed he pulls me with him. “Shower, baby.
Fast. I want to go eat with you. Be with you away from all of this,” Gray says,
lightly kissing my lips. I nod, grab some clothes and head to the bathroom.

Mapping out the Territory

After a quick shower, I throw on a hoodie with some jeans to
go eat with Gray. Since Henry is still out with Hunter, we end up taking a cab.
I look around at the nearly empty diner once we are sitting in a little corner
booth. Gray has me pulled up against him while he looks through the menu he is
holding. “What’s with you guys always wanting to hit these little places
anyway?”

“When we first started touring, every single night there was
a fight over where to eat. It was hard to find a place that we could agree on
since we all like different shit. Aiden won’t eat anything with vegetables in
it. Hunter, well you already know about his obsession with bacon,” he says
winking. “Henry, he just eats the spiciest shit ever. Not to mention the
portion sizes. I mean that motherfucker puts shit away that would eat through a
cement block.”

“You’re so full of shit,” I giggle, making his face warm.

“You watch, Wildflower. When he brings in some super-hot
shit to eat, Cunter comes out full force trying to out-do the big man. It’s
funny as hell,” he says, shaking his head. “The last time Hunter ended up in
the bathroom sick for three days. I had to call in someone to clean the fuckin’
bus. We had to stay in a hotel for three days while the shit aired out. Anyway,
these little truck stop diners always have a little of everything.”

I laugh as Gray tells me about touring while we eat. They
are always playing pranks on each other or getting into trouble. “I can’t
believe you three played naked on stage to sell out a show,” I say, laughing so
hard at some of the stories that I nearly choke on my tea more than once.

Gray shrugs, “Since I play guitar, I was mostly covered. It
was no big deal. Except, Aiden nearly beat his stick, with his sticks,” he
blurts, making me laugh.

“Oh my God,” I say gasping for breath.

“You say that a lot.” I glare at him as the grin spreads
across his face. That sexy face of his melts my annoyance instantly, making me
lose the battle to keep a straight face. “She’s smilin’ at me,” he whispers
leaning in to touch his lips to mine. “Tell me something about you, Daisy.”

I sigh. “Up until yesterday, the list was all that
mattered.”

“Fuck the list, Daisy. Gimmie that damn thing,” he says,
yanking my pad from my bag. “Ah okay,” he continues, his eyes scanning the
page. “So you’re officially at marriage, career, with a partridge in a pear
tree?”

“It’s not funny, Gray,” I snap, trying to yank the pad from
him.

“It is Wildflower. Life is not planned out on a goddamn
legal pad. You don’t go through checking off things like you do at the grocery
store. Fuck, Daisy have you ever had one day of unplanned fun in your whole
fuckin’ life ‘til now?

I shove at his chest. “You’re an asshole. I have had fun.
I’ve done lots of things. I just want my goals lined out so that I can see
them.”

“Where’s the main goal, Wildflower?” he asks, flipping
through the pad as if I had more there. “Where does it say ‘number one, Daisy
is happy’? That’s all that fuckin’ matters. You lined your life out here, page
by page. What do you have to show for it all, huh? Nothing on this list is
worth shit if you aren’t happy. You need to stop hiding behind a damn piece of
paper, Daisy. You are using it as an excuse to hold back, all so you can hide.
Why should you duck your head, escaping all the real things in life? You should
never hide, baby. It’s time to do some shit to make the wildflower bloom.”

Grabbing the pen from my bag Gray writes:
Daisy’s List.
Then
he writes his previous number one below the title. “Let’s see here,” he starts
as he chews the end of the pen. Shit, everything he does is so fucking sexy.
“Two should definitely be laugh. You need to laugh a lot,” he says as he
scribbles on the page. “I think you need to get a tattoo,” he tosses out,
making me hiss out a breath. His eyes dart to mine, “What?”

“I’m scared of needles, Gray. I can’t do that.”

“Oh that fuckin’ settles it. You eat my ink up, Wildflower.
You’re getting’ tatted so I can return the favor. Let’s go.” Shoving the pad
into his pocket, Gray tosses some money onto the table. He yanks me from the
booth, almost dragging me out of the diner, hurrying to catch a cab before it
pulls out. Opening the car door, he helps me inside then slides in next to me.

Gray rattles an address from his phone to the driver as we
pull out into traffic. My nerves are churning in my stomach like a typhoon. I’m
concentrating on the street lights just to keep from hurling my dinner into the
floorboard of the taxi. Holding my hand in his, Gray’s thumb makes tiny circles
over my wrist. The feeling soothes me enough that I stop trembling.

“Okay. Let’s get your mind on something else,” Gray says,
pulling me from inside my head. “This new list of yours…” he starts as he pulls
it from his pocket. “Does it include how to deal with Landon? Because my
brother putting his dick in you now that mine goes there, is a problem for me.
Yeah?”

My eyes meet his. Even though I can barely see the steel
color illuminated by the street lights, they pull me in as usual. “Landon isn’t
welcome to warm my bed.”

Gray’s smile spreads as we pull into a parking lot. “Is that
so? Well, Wildflower, who’s gonna be warming that bed of yours then?”

“No one, if he doesn’t stop being a dick,” I toss out with a
smirk. “I could always let Cam bunk in with me.”

“Now that’s a helluva idea,” he says, rubbing his hands
together. “Naked pillow fights. I’ll bring popcorn.”

“Um, none of that shit in your head right now is ever
happening, fuck you very much. We both enjoy
Shaft
way too much.”

Waggling his eyebrows, Gray pulls me into his lap. “Say it
again,” he growls against my ear.

“We enjoy Shaft? Are you really that vain?” I murmur.

“No, smart ass. Right before that part.”

“Fuck you very much?”

“Don’t forget it either,” Gray whispers, kissing my neck.

After paying the driver, we are sitting in a tattoo parlor
looking through outlines. “This is so pointless. I’ll never find something good
enough to permanently ink myself.”

“Do you trust me?” he asks me seriously.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Yo!” Gray shouts as he strolls over to the counter. “I
think I’ve got an idea.”

Finally, after I watch as they go back and forth with ideas
for a half hour, he starts sketching. I have an outline but am only allowed to
see the size. Lying back on the table, my nerves are churning again. Gray has
my hands in his, my shirt tucked up nearly to my bra. My jeans had to go
completely, but Gray demanded that I be covered. So, with his hoodie as a
blanket covering the essentials, I prepare to be inked.