Indulgence (71 page)

“Get out, asshole,” Gray says, as I roll my eyes.

Hunter grins at me, pinching my cheek. “This one’s for you,
Daisy:
I loooooove you. You little spooner
.”

“Get the fuck on with it then,” Gray growls, as I giggle
against him. This is the most fucked up night ever. I think I am hallucinating.

Hunter leans over on his side, his dick nearly brushing
against us. “Keep that over there. I don’t know where it’s been,” Gray bites
out.

“In your mother, bitch,” Hunter tosses out then groans
covering his face. “I take that back man. Your mom needs some work.”

“Get the hell on with it; today, Cunter,” I say, trying to
be sweet so that Gray doesn’t kill him.

Hunter leans back against the pillows as he starts singing.
“
There’s some skeeter in my peeter, beat it off. There’s some skeeter in my
peeter, suck it off. There’s some skeeter in my peeter…”
Gray shoves him to
the floor making him groan. “Damn man. I was bringin’ it home.”

“Not in here you aren’t,” Henry says, wrapping a towel
around him. “You dumb fucker. Get in there and put some clothes on.”

“I love you, Henry,” Hunter slurs.

“Not even if you were rich with a great rack, you sloshed
out bastard.” With a chuckle, Henry shoves Hunter out of the room, closing the
door behind them.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud, but I am
shaking so hard Gray glares at me. “This has been the craziest night of my
life,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“By far,” I reply. Losing my fight with the giggles, curling
onto my un-tattooed side, I slide my jeans off.

“The sun is coming up, we better get some sleep,” he
whispers, stroking my hair. I nod, as I feel him kick off his boots then curl
against me. “Goodnight Wildflower,” he breathes, then covers us with the quilt.

“Good morning, Gray,” I mutter into the pillow making him
chuckle.

“Good morning, smart ass.”

Diners and Dipshits

“Wake up, you wild naked freaks,” Cam teases from the
cracked door, making me jump. “Coffee’s ready.”

As she closes the door, I lean up to slide from the bed.
Gray’s arms close around my waist, tugging me back against him. “You don’t get
to leave me in bed without saying good morning first.” He pulls me over his
chest. My arms instantly wrapping around his neck.

“Just want coffee. The door isn’t locked, anyone can just
walk right in here, Gray,” I purr against his lips.

“Well it’s a good thing that I’m firing them today then,
isn’t it? I’m not hiding us anymore, from anyone,” Gray grumbles as he slams
his mouth to mine quickly. “Come on then, let’s go get coffee. The bus is
moving so I guess everyone made it back in one piece,” he says, swatting my ass
as I jump from the bed.

The bus is quiet as I stumble up the aisle to the living
area. Cam is waiting for me at the table with Aiden. “Thanks,” I mumble in my
cup as I sip.

“I figured you may need it,” she winks.

I scoot into the seat across from them, “It’s not like that.
We aren’t a couple of horn dogs that just go at each other until we need food and
sleep. We spent the entire night at a diner then a tattoo shop. It was…”

“Fun,” Gray says, flopping down next to me. “It was
unplanned fun. Daisy, say it.”

“It was fun,” I mutter elbowing him in the ribs.

“So why didn’t anyone wake us when Tad and Landon got back?
The bus wasn’t supposed to leave with them on it,” Gray asks. His eyes drifting
back toward the bunks.

“They didn’t come back on the bus Gray,” Aiden murmurs into
his mug as he sips.

“What the hell do you mean they didn’t come back Aiden?” I ask
as if he just told me the world was flat. “Where else would they go?”

“Landon called Henry a few hours ago. He said they were
going to just drive up to Vegas, grab a hotel or whatever. That they would see
us in a couple days.”

Sliding around Gray, I head straight for the bedroom to grab
my phone. I dial Landon’s number which goes straight to voicemail; as if I
expected him to answer for me anyway. I listen as his voicemail asks to ‘please
leave a message and have a great day’. Then when the beep goes off so do I.
“Landon, you complete chicken shit! You pull a stunt like that, knowing that I
would see it. You aren’t as stupid as you want me to believe! You want to
punish me for giving your ring back to you then you do that, asshole. See you
in a couple days. I, for one, can’t wait.” Hanging up, I toss the phone to the
bed.

“Feel better?” Jerking around I see Gray leaning against the
doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest. His black hair wildly sticking
up everywhere, making me want to dive into him. “Did you think he would
answer?” he asks, calmly studying me.

I shake my head. “I wanted an explanation. Closure or
something, you know? Landon acts like this was no big deal. The way he’s
brushing me aside pisses me off, Gray, because we were together a year.”
Slumping to the bed, I bury my head in my hands. “It’s like I meant nothing.
Sweet little Daisy was just a front for him. I was his normal, his safe. Then
he had this whole other hidden world that I knew nothing about. God Gray, I’m
so stupid!”

“The last thing YOU are is stupid,” he growls making me
jump. “You were falling in love, Daisy. That shit doesn’t happen every day. If
my suspicions are right, then Landon and Tad have been playin’ us all for
fuckin’ fools; especially you. This crock of shit is getting dealt with in
Vegas. Until then we’re goin’ to have some fun, damn it.”

“Okay,” I sniffle.

“Good. Now get that pretty ass of yours cleaned up. We’ll
stop soon for some food. Aiden is looking up some diners right now.” Leaning
down, Gray presses his lips to mine then passes Cam on his way out of the room.

“Alright, while you tell me about last night in vivid
detail, let’s find something for you to wear to show off that tat, sweets,” she
says, digging through my bag.

An hour later, I am dragged off the bus by Gray. Aiden, Cam,
Henry and even Hunter rose from the dead to eat. “I don’t know what the big
deal is, Henry. You could just bring me my bacon,” Hunter says, pulling his
hood tighter over his head. He refused to leave the bus without a hooded sweatshirt
and sunglasses, saying that he is totally on board with becoming a vampire.
“Who the fuck told the sun to be so bright today? Shit, it’s like it is
taunting me.”

“Yeah, that’s it Hunter. The sun came out today just to fuck
with your hangover,” Cam says, smirking from under Aiden’s arm.

Hunter tosses middle fingers at the sky, “Fuck you, sun! You
cheery bitch!”

“Who the hell pissed in your cornflakes man?” Gray huffs out
as we step inside.

Henry walks over to the hostess, securing us a table in a
place he approves of. Hunter pulls his shades down his nose meeting our eyes.
“The bitch thought that Henry was some fighter or something. She had no idea
who I was. ME! I’m Hunter motherfuckin’ Chesterfield! I’m a goddamn rock GOD! I
needed that pussy like I need to breathe. There she was grindin’ all up on
Henry. When I ran my hand up her thigh she was all like ‘
and who the fuck
are you
?’ I told her, of course,” he says, winking. “Then, of course, she
doesn’t believe me. Said I was full of shit. I’m devastated. Do you have any
idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a piece of ass?” he huffs, falling into
the booth, sliding all the way in to the window.

“Um… not even two days?” I toss out, rolling my eyes at him.

“Oh! My poor aching cock! It’s been that long?” he groans.
“Any one of you spooners wanna take one for the team? It’s a matter of life and
death.”

“These two are off limits,” Henry says, sliding in next to
him, giving us a wink.

Gray slides into the huge horseshoe sized booth pulling me
in with him so that I am nowhere near Cunter or his re-inflating ego. Cam and
Aiden slide in beside us as the waiter walks up.

Henry’s eyes scan the menu, “So, you have a three pound
bacon cheeseburger challenge, huh?”

The waiter nods. Hunter’s eyes perk up. “I want that. Hell
yes! And the biggest chocolate milkshake you can fuckin’ manage.”

“I’ll have the same,” Henry says politely.

“Aiden, Google the nearest hospital,” I tease. “They will
need stints and a possible bypass, or ten.”

“Winner gets a t-shirt,” the waiter says, as if that makes
it alright then starts writing down the rest of our orders. Oh great! I am
going to kill myself eating all this shit; but, hey, I get a damn t-shirt to
wear to my funeral. Why the hell not?

After the waiter leaves, Hunter looks at me. His eyes follow
Gray’s arm around my shoulders to where his fingers are drawing circles on my
arm. “So, when were you gonna tell me you two were fuckin’?” Hunter says,
putting his fist out for Gray to bump. Gray just glares at him. “What, no love?
Man, I expect more from you. Is that why Landon ran off, couldn’t take the
pressure of being dumped for a rock star?”

“Shut up, Cunter,” Gray growls.

“I need to get some air,” I murmur to Gray, shoving his arm
off my neck.

The minute Aiden and Cam stand to let me out of the booth; I
bolt up the aisle to the front door without looking back. “Daisy!” Cam shouts
but I don’t turn around. I shove through the door into the parking lot
collapsing onto a bench. The past week is eating me alive. I am so torn over
everything going on. I came on this trip thinking about all the time I would
get to spend with my fiancé. How this would be a time we could look back on
once we were married. You know… stories to tell our kids, our grandkids.

Now I don’t have Landon. He is gone with Tad, not answering
my calls and to top it all off left last night without saying a word to me
about what I walked in on. I keep pushing it all away, refusing to deal with it
but I have to at some point. I have to deal with the fact that Landon doesn’t want
me anymore. There is also the fact that I don’t crave Landon like I do Gray.
The thought of Landon with Tad makes me angry… But the thought of Gray with a
groupie hurts, if I think about it.

“When are you goin’ to learn that Cunter is just trying to
ruffle your feathers?” Cam says from the door. Walking over she sits next to me
on the bench. “Listen, your life has been thrust into all of this shit. You
really had no idea what to expect when you stepped on the bus. I get that but,
Daisy, listen, for the next two days we have no Landon or Tad with us to cause
problems. They’re off lickin’ their wounds or whatever. It’s just us with the
guys. Let’s make the best of it. Shit. Daisy, let yourself have some fun
without feeling guilty for it! When you see Landon in Vegas deal with getting
your closure, or whatever the hell you want, then move the fuck on. Landon was
keeping all of that from you. He didn’t care about your feelings; so, the way I
see it, you’re a free bird. It’s all you and me, babe. We gotta protect our
boys from all of that rabid pussy.”

“I know,” I reply, blowing out a breath. I know that she’s
right. I can’t sit sulking about everything. I sure as shit know that Landon
hasn’t been. “If he isn’t sorry, then I guess I shouldn’t be either.”

Cam points at my tattoo, exposed by the green halter top she
demanded that I wear. “I love the story behind this you know,” she swoons.
While I was getting dressed earlier she demanded every last detail from last
night, hanging from every word. “You’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know,
probably. You can handle Landon along with all of this crazy shit. Come on,
let’s go eat.”

“Alright.” I nod, “I’m dying to watch Hunter try to take on
Henry, then live to tell the tale.”

By the time we make it back to the table, the food is being
set out. I slide back into the booth next to Gray, meeting his concerned gaze.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my ear.

Turning my face, I capture his lips with mine. No tongue, I
just move my mouth against his. This isn’t about giving a show to everyone,
this is about reassuring him. I don’t want Gray to think that I regret anything
I shared with him, because I don’t. His hand cups my face as he smiles against
my lips. “Stop! It’s too much!” Hunter groans. “All this sweetness in one sitting
is too much. Fuck! I’m goin’ to die from sugar shock to the cock!”

I pull away from Gray to meet Hunter’s eyes. My glare makes
him wince a bit but a wicked smile spreads across his face. This asshole thinks
he can ruffle me? Ha! “What’s the matter, Cunter?” I purr sweetly, reaching
across the table, covering his hand with mine. “You jealous, babe? You talk so
much shit on Aiden for being pussy whipped or Gray for being sweet but what do
you have to show for your ‘fuck it all’ theory for life? Last night I watched
your drunk ass get hauled onto the bus by Henry. You had no woman, got your sad
ass shut the fuck down by a bitch who didn’t want you. Then you come in our
room, naked by the way, to sing us a song. All the while claiming that your
heart is hurting? It sounds to me that the big, bad Cunter isn’t as big or bad
as he wants us to think.” Leaning in real close to his face, I slam down my
gauntlet. “Oh, by the way, babe. Last night, saw what you’re workin’ with.” His
eyes shoot up in amusement. “Not impressed. I sure hope you can work that
tongue. If not, I hope you can make a hell of a gift basket.”

“Fuck! Would you look at the smoke on that burn?” Cam says,
bumping my fist as everyone laughs. Everyone except Hunter, who looks like he
could carve out my eyes with his spoon.

“Oh, it’s on,” he growls.

The waiter interrupts us, “You two each have thirty minutes
to finish your meals to win the shirts, along with bragging rights. If not you
will pay for your meal then take the walk of shame. Time starts now.”

“You’ll never do it,” I say, arching my brow. “I’ll bet
you’ll be hurling in the parking lot before that timer dings.”