Indulgence (72 page)

“Oh really?” he laughs. “Alright, Daisy, if I clear this
plate without taking a yak in the parking lot…” Scratching his face as he thinks,
Hunter’s eyes widen as the idea hits him. “You spooners have to hit the female
strip club with us in Vegas. Oh, I also get to pick what you wear.”

I smile at him, “Fine, Cunter, but if I win this bet, which
I will, you boys all have to come to a male strip club with us. I may even be
able to get them to let you boys perform in those pretty little thongs of
yours.”

“You’re goin’ down,” Hunter says, shoveling into the first
half of his burger.

“I hope you know what you’re doing. I’m not about to get
naked for all these assholes, Daisy,” Cam whispers nervously in my ear.

“Don’t worry, Cam, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m having
fun,” I say with a smile then dig into my fries.

After watching Hunter and Henry battle the burgers for
twenty minutes, Hunter starts to slow. “Lookin’ a bit green there aren’t ya?” I
tease as he tries to chew his fries.

“Fuck you and your mother,” he mumbles with his mouth full.

“Neither me or my mother would fuck you if you had a foot
long vibrating dick,” I snap making him choke and gasp for breath.

“Damn it to hell! I swear I love you!” Hunter says, once he
swallows.

“Done!” Henry says, slumping against the back of the booth.
“Chop, chop fuck nugget. You guys have an interview tomorrow morning that we
can’t miss. I gotta get the big bitch gassed up ‘n movin’ down the road. Just
puke so we can go already,” he taunts.

Grabbing the last half of his sandwich, Hunter bites into
it. His rapid chewing and swallowing makes me laugh. I have come to terms with
the fact that I am probably losing this bet. Hunter seems strong enough to
finish this, so I’m accepting my fate. God only knows what I will have to wear.
Hunter grins as he holds the last bite in his hand. “Ready to lose, Daisy?” he
purrs.

“Fucking hell, Cunter. Just give up already! You’ll never
eat that damn thing,” Cam snaps. I turn eyeing her suspiciously as she sits
wringing her hands in her lap. What the hell has her so unhinged?

Hunter shoves the last bite into his mouth, chewing, then he
swallows just as the timer goes off. “I did it! Fuck you all!” he says, jumping
to his feet in the booth. He climbs on the table making everyone stare at us as
he screams. Jumping to the floor, he starts grinding his hips and shaking his
ass in a victory dance. “Daisy you can suck my…” He stops clapping his hand
over his mouth.

Hunter’s face goes green, his eyes widen, then he turns
bolting for the bathroom. “HA!” Camaron whoops from the table as he flings the
door open, “Anyone can tell you that even if you swallow, it don’t count if you
choke on it, bitch!”

“I’ll get on the web to find ya a list of strip clubs,
Daisy. You ladies can pick then I’ll call and see about bookin’ a dance for
Hunter,” Aiden says with a laugh.

“I can only hope what happens in Vegas stays there,” Henry
says, rolling his eyes. “That crazy asshole will be the death of me.”

Just as Henry goes to settle the check, Hunter flops into
the booth. “You realize you only win on a technicality,” he groans. “I’ll let
ya have it, ladies, only so you can salivate over my junk. I know you have to
pretend around these pussies.”

“Yeah, that’s how it is, alright,” I huff sarcastically.

“Bus leaves in five!” Henry shouts from the door, making us
all scramble out of the booth after him.

Hail to the Beef

I feel a little bad for Hunter and I buy him a bottle of
Pepto before getting back on the bus. “It’s better than a Hallmark card,” I
tease. He catches the bottle, clutching it to his chest as I sit next to Gray
on the couch.

“Daisy, nothing says love like acid relief,” Hunter says
after chugging from the bottle.

“So we have an interview tomorrow with a radio station, then
it’s hittin’ the club Vegas style tomorrow night so that Cunter can shake ‘dat
ass!” Aiden says looking at his phone.

“Do you have everything on that thing?” I ask, watching his
thumbs move so fast it makes my eyes cross.

“Yep. I keep our schedules all on here so that I know what
we’re doing. I don’t need anyone tellin’ me shit. Plus, Tad struck me as slimy
anyway so I thought it was a good idea,” Aiden says, not taking his eyes from
the screen. “I got a call from a venue in Minnesota. They said that Tad was
billin’ them twice as much as we charged last year. Checked the invoice copies
he sent me. It says our usual but it’s still fishy.”

“Don’t worry about it. That bastard is fired as of Vegas. We
see them day after tomorrow; it’s over then. We’ll take all of that back over
ourselves. Daisy is goin’ to stay on to handle some details so it’s all good,”
Gray says, pulling me against him. I watch, absentmindedly, as Hunter flips
through the channels. Gray’s fingers run through my hair as I fight to keep my
eyes open. Hunter settles on some boxing match just as I lose the battle and my
eyes flutter and close.

I wake sometime later in bed, only wearing Gray’s t-shirt.
The sun is setting; I must have been out for a while. Leaning up on my elbows,
I watch Gray strumming his guitar. His headphones covering his ears while he
hums along with a song. I make sure not to move so that he doesn’t know that
I’m awake. I want to watch him, study his fingers strumming the strings as his
other hand curls around the neck. I can’t quite figure out the song, it sounds
so familiar but I can’t place it. He is just as lost in the song as I am in
watching him.

“I know you’ve been watching me,” he says, not turning to
face me. “Why don’t you stop fuckin’ me in your head? Get over here and take
what you want, Wildflower.” He tosses his headphones to the floor then sets his
guitar on the stand.

Standing, I walk around the side of the bed in front of him.
Gray smiles as he pulls me in between his legs. “So, what exactly is it that I
want, Gray?” I purr, my voice still raspy from sleeping.

Taking his hands, I slide them under the hem of the shirt,
letting them run up the backs of my thighs. Taking control, Gray slides his
hands up cupping my ass with both hands. Gray’s fingers curl around the edge of
my panties then, with a rip, they’re gone. He squeezes, watching my eyes with
every movement his hands make. He smiles up at me, those wicked gray eyes
planning and plotting. Then leans down running his nose along the inside of my
thigh, pushing the shirt up as he goes. My hands grip his through the shirt,
squeezing hard when he latches on to my clit, making me cry out his name in
surprise.

Turning us, he pulls me to the bed, meeting my eyes. “I can
always feel when your eyes are on me. I’ve never felt more fuckin’ alive than
when you’re watchin’ me, Wildflower,” he growls, slamming my mouth to his.

I can taste myself on his lips but it doesn’t bother me. I
soak up every second, every taste of his lips. The way his lip ring feels
against my mouth as it moves it’s unbelievable. I want more of him, all of him.
I want nothing between us, I want to let go. Does he know that I feel more
alive when I’m with him? Does he know that, in the past few days, I have felt
more alive than I have my whole life? Even with all the shit with Landon, and
my life spinning out of control, Gray makes it all okay. He centers me in all
the madness, almost like it isn’t real if we don’t think about it. Grayson Cole
is really good at making me forget everything but him when he touches me.

How the hell do you feel things like this for someone so
quickly? I loved Landon, but it took a while for the feelings to come. Though I
still love Landon, I never felt anything like this for him. Sure the sex was
great, but with Gray and me it is like a connection. It is so much more than
just sex. We come together in ways I never thought was possible. It’s
overpowering. I don’t want to give it up; yet, I know that soon, I will have
to. Even if it is in a few months at the end of the tour, I will have to give
him up. I quickly push that thought from my mind. All thoughts of leaving the
bus, or talking to Landon, are shoved to the back of my head when Gray rips the
shirt over my head. His mouth diving between my breasts biting, licking,
sucking until I cry out again. My nails digging into his shoulders making him
smile against my stomach as he moves along to the hip where my tattoo is.

“I love this, you know,” Gray whispers, as his tongue grazes
just along the edge. “Daisy, the way you stood up to Hunter was so fuckin’
sexy. No one talks to him like that but us. Women fall at his feet, but you
don’t.”

“I fell at yours, Sex and Sin,” I moan.

He jerks his head up meeting my eyes. “What?” Gray asks
arching a brow at me.

I blush. “That’s what I thought of you, at the bar, that
first night. In my head I called you Sex and Sin.”

Gray rolls to his back roaring with laughter. “Sex and Sin!
That’s fuckin’ hilarious!”

I lean up on my elbow watching as Grayson Cole has a giggle
fit. Do guys even call it that? Well, that’s what this is. “You know the way
you hit on me, I assumed you played that game all the time. I was like a deer
in the headlights. Then Landon came out.” I stop when his eyes meet mine.

“I felt like shit, Daisy. I wanted to bury myself in you
right there in the booth, but then my brother… He told me he was bringing a
girl but never thought about it being that serious. I wanted you the moment I
saw you there alone in the booth. I didn’t care whose you were because you were
supposed to be mine.” Leaning up, he runs his nose along my ear. “You are
supposed to be mine. Mine Daisy.”

“For right now, I am,” I whisper as the words he said make
me tremble against him.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine. It really is just
that simple. Where’s that fuckin’ list I made last night? I need to add this,”
he says, pulling up to sit.

“No. I won’t forget,” I whisper against his lips. “Brand me,
Gray. I want you to take me, mark me, make me yours, Sex and Sin.” This time
Gray doesn’t laugh at his nickname. This time he growls low in throat, diving
onto me and he makes me his in every way, all night long, until we watch the
sun start to rise.

“Good morning, Wildflower,” he purrs, just as I start to
fall asleep.

“Now who’s the smart ass?” I tease sleepily, making him slap
my ass as he pulls me against him. “Good morning, Gray,” I whisper, realizing
that if this is wrong then being right can go straight to hell along with my
list.

The next morning comes all too soon. By noon we are being
rushed around like mad by the crazy man known as Aiden, in his OCD scheduling
glory. “If we aren’t out the door for the radio studio in two minutes then we
might as well cancel!” he shouts as we all make our way out of the bus for the
ten second walk it takes to get to the studio.

“Calm down Anal Annie, we have time,” Hunter says, clapping
him on the back. “You can’t enjoy something like this wound so fuckin’ tight
that your head will explode. Go take Cam back in the bus, fuck her good and
hard, make the right head explode, then we’re golden,” he teases, as Cam comes
off the bus slapping him in the back of the head. “Ow, feisty bitch!”

“Do not talk about my sex life, asshole. It’s something
you’ll never see, babe.”

“I’m kinda glad I lost this bet,” he groans. “I can’t wait
to shake my stuff. Gonna lead to some major fuckscapades tonight. I’m goin’ to
have bitches singin’ Hail to the Beef!”

I choke on my coffee, spitting it all over the sidewalk.
Leaning over, I heave for breath through my laughter. Gray pats me on the back.
“Are you alright?” he asks, while I try to compose myself.

“Is it possible to pretend I don’t know you tonight?” I
huff, clearing my throat.

Hunter licks his lips, “Babe, the first dance is yours. I’m
bringin’ you up on stage with me.” He grabs me by the waist pulling me to him.
“You in a chair, my sexy ass grindin’ all over you…”

Gray glares at him, “I don’t think so, Cunter. Let’s go
before we miss the interview slot,” he barks. Gray grabs my arm, tucking me
beneath him as we walk through the turnstile entering the building.

“So, what’s the plan?” I ask when we exit the elevators
outside the studio room doors. There is a huge window where we can see the
D.J.’s talking about the guys and their latest hits. The speakers above us let
us feel almost like we’re in there with them.

“You will stand here with Cam at the window so I can see
you. Just think of it as stage left, Wildflower,” he says, kissing my lips.
“Back in a bit.”

“Oh look, here they are! Aren’t they a bunch of studs!” the
female D.J. says, nearly panting.

Hunter doesn’t wait as he flings the door open, hopping on
the stool next to her. “I’m Hunter, you’re smokin’,” he purrs, kissing her
hand.

“We know who you guys are. You’re my favorite, though. My
name’s Jesse,” she says, giggling.

“I always am,” he tosses out as the male D.J. looks at the
window watching Cam and I.

“Hey, who are the hotties?” he says, gesturing at us.

“Oh them?” Jesse says, “They’re groupies, right?” she asks,
her eyes not leaving Hunter.

“Nope, those are our ladies,” Aiden says, smiling at Cam
through the glass. “Cam on the left, she’s my girl. Then Daisy is here with
Grayson.” I watch Gray smile, giving them a nod of agreement. My eyes fly to meet
a frantic Cam.

“He just ratted us all out on the radio fuckin’ live!” she
shouts wandering back to the sofa just as her legs give out. “Oh my GOD!”

“Cam, what’s wrong with him admitting you’re his?” I ask,
sitting on the arm of the sofa next to her so that Gray can still see me.

“I don’t want the attention, Daisy!” she shrieks, nearly
hyperventilating. “I’m havin’ a fling with a rocker. I have feelings for Aiden,
of course I told you that, but I want to stay in the background. I don’t want
to have the groupies attacking everything I do. Oh and the paparazzi. They
don’t exactly have that problem yet, but it’s going there and fast.” She shoves
her head between her knees taking deep breaths. “Oh Daisy, I can’t do this. I
can’t be in the spotlight. I can’t even be on stage. That’s why…”