Indulgence (73 page)

“That’s why you freaked when you thought Hunter won?” I ask,
remembering how nervous she was at the diner.

“I don’t do vulnerable. I won’t. The most vulnerable I’ve
ever been is with Aiden and that’s only when we’re in a scene. That’s only
because he knows my limits. I can safe word anytime then it’s over.”

My eyes fly wide open as I jerk her head up. “What the fuck
do you mean safe word? Are you and Aiden like…”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. Shit, maybe I am. “Yes. I’m
only going to tell you this because we’re friends, Daisy. Aiden commands, I
submit. I do that because I want him. I want to please him. It’s one of those
things that he can’t get from groupie pussy. That’s all I’m gonna say. It’s not
ugly like what Tad was doing with Landon. What Aiden and I have is beautiful.
It’s what we need from each other. He doesn’t do whips, chains or anything like
that. It’s about me giving him the control. He needs that from me. More than
that, though, I need to give that to him. It makes us each feel cherished in
our own way,” she explains as we watch him talk about their latest album. Her
smile spreads across her face with her love for him so damn clear it could be a
neon sign.

“It sounds like you love him, Cam.”

“I do, Daisy. That’s the problem. I can’t do the limelight,
that’s where he is and where he wants me to be. Look at him. He’s a fuckin’
rock star. He wants a woman who is going to stand beside him, shine with him as
she encourages him. I can’t be that. It was never meant for me to be that woman
for him.”

“How do you know that? Cam, shit, you told me to be strong;
to say ‘fuck the plan.’ Well, that’s what you need to do, too. Don’t let this
go to shit, when you could be everything to each other,” I snap out, pissed
that she would even consider that Aiden is anything less than crazy as hell in
love with her.

“I know what I need to do. This is why I quit my job to be
with him. I wanted this last month with Aiden. Then I’m going to break it off
while I still can, without it ruining us both,” she says, turning away so that
Aiden doesn’t see the tears streaming down her cheek.

“Cam, I think it’s a bit late for that isn’t it? You’re both
so wrapped up that breaking this between you may ruin you both, more than you
could ever fix. Are you prepared for what losing Aiden is goin’ to do to your
heart?”

“It will be like dying. I already know that I’ll leave my
heart with Aiden Chesterfield on that bus.” She turns, meeting my eyes. The
sight of my friend in so much pain, over this, rips my heart out. “Promise me
that you’ll watch over him when I’m gone, Daisy. He’s more fragile than he lets
on. He won’t admit it, but he is.”

I pull her into a hug. “I’ll be here for both of you anyway
that I can; until you find your way back to each other, because you will. You
may think that this is for the best, Cam, but if you leave, I know that you’ll
be back. Fight it all you want but you belong here with him.”

Cam excuses herself to go clean up her face before Aiden
sees, claiming she doesn’t want to ruin tonight or cause him to worry about
her. I know it is really just an excuse so she can cry in private. I know that
she doesn’t want to leave Aiden. I just hope that something I said shakes her,
making her change her mind. She needs to realize that if Aiden just made that
sort of commitment to her on the radio, where millions of people heard, then
what they have means something to him. Then a breath gets caught in my chest as
Gray winks at me. Millions of people, including Landon and Tad, just heard that
I’m here with Gray. I am torn between the feeling of happiness and the sting
Landon must be feeling right now; then, with the sadness of how hurt he
probably is that I didn’t tell him when I had the chance

Yeah I know that this is probably the perfect revenge. Instead
of walking in on it like I did or noticing something I wasn’t supposed to,
Landon finds out on the radio, probably while eating his lunch or checking the
setup for tomorrow’s concert venue. The guilt grips me by the throat as I
fumble for my phone in my bag. I thumb a text to Landon hoping that he finally
turned the damn thing on:

Landon meet me tomorrow before the show please?

He answers back quickly:

Can’t meet before. If we have to do this it has to be
after.

At least he is talking to me so he can’t be too upset. I am
relieved that I will be able to talk to him in person. I want to get everything
off my chest so that we can move on. I don’t like the way he did things but I
know that I love him enough to want him happy. I want him to find that happiness
even if it isn’t with me.

That’s fine. Will you be back on the bus?

No, Daisy, we won’t. I’ll text you when and where.

I reply that I’m glad they are alright. That we will speak
tomorrow, then quickly shove my phone in my purse as the guys end their interview.
“So, Grayson, we know that you end the shows lately with a cover song of your
choice. Any logic to pickin’ those?” Jesse asks.

“Yeah,” Gray says, when I walk back up to the glass.
“They’re for her. Every song has been for her.”

“Well, you heard it here ladies, Shaft has officially had
two of the three members tamed. Attack Hunter while you still can. I hear you
lost a bet; now, you have to do a little striptease at a club downtown?” she
asks, making Hunter smile.

“That’s right, ladies, come down tonight I’ll shake it for
ya. I just get so lonely,” he says, trying his best to sound pathetic.

Jesse giggles, completely falling over herself to flirt with
Hunter, leaving her partner to keep the conversation going. Then, he announces
the name of the club along with all the details for both their concerts while
here in Vegas. The guys say their goodbyes, walking out of the room just as Cam
walks back out of the bathroom looking like her mini-break down never happened.

Her eyes meet mine in a silent plea as Aiden wraps his arms
around her lifting her from the ground. I watch her force a giggle when he
swings her around then kiss her. If Cam thinks that leaving Aiden is what’s
best for him then she is crazy. He is head over heels for her. There is no way
she can just walk away from something like that is there? They are so good
together I just hope she sees it before it’s too late. If Camaron walks away
from Aiden she will regret it for the rest of her life.

“You good?” Gray asks, grabbing my hand, interlacing our
fingers.

“Yep, let’s go eat then get ready to watch Cunter shake ‘dat
ass,” I tease, as Hunter smacks his ass cheek while he gyrates in front of the
elevator.

“That’s right you sexy bitches. I’m gonna make it rain
hundred dollar bills!” he whoops, as he hits the call button, nearly making me
lose my appetite.

Radioactive Crotchcunters

Hunter is sulking by the time we pull up at the club. Cam
has perfected his outfit while Aiden helped me search for just the right song
to make Cunter’s night. Of course we couldn’t make it easy for him. We couldn’t
just give him something sexy that he could grind to. There is no way this is
going to be easy for him. According to all the guys, there is only one song
that makes his skin crawl. One song that was the only real choice.

Grabbing the mic from the bouncer, I strut up on stage in my
little black dress. My electric blue heels clicking along the stage as I walk
under the spot light. “How’s every one tonight?” I get some screams but mostly
some drunk chicks yelling to bring on the men. “Well, I’ve got a treat for you
tonight ladies. Have any of you heard of a band called Shaft?” I ask, as I
twirl my hair innocently around my finger. The ladies are all screaming now in
full blown hysteria. I wink at our table where Gray sits laughing. “What if I
were to tell you that Hunter, the lead singer of Shaft, is goin’ to give you a
night you’ll never forget?” Nearly the entire room full of women rush the stage
holding up hands full of bills. “Well, I won’t keep you waiting then. Ladies,
Hunter Chesterfield!”

Hunter rushes to the stage in his usual jeans and black
t-shirt, but he’s replaced his boots with sneakers. As the music starts to
play, his eyes shoot to mine. “You fuckin’ bitches!” he growls as the ‘
Thong
Song
’ echoes through the club. “I hate this goddamn song!” he says,
flipping me the middle finger.

All the ladies screaming draw his attention enough to let me
make my way over to him. “Now, now Cunter, you know you love me, you little
attention whore,” I purr as I run a dollar bill up his arm. “I’m givin’ you
exactly what you want, aren’t I? Rabid pussy…but you’re gonna have to work for
it,” I say, tossing it to the floor. I hear him yelling something that sounds
like ‘fuck it’ when I walk off the stage toward our table. Sitting down beside
Gray, I watch as Hunter rips his shirt over his head; thrusting his hips wildly
as he throws it into the crowd. He gropes his crotch, shoving his jeans down
his thighs. The women are screaming, money is flying up on the stage as he
kicks his jeans out into the sea of women dying for a piece of him.

The sequins that Cam has sewn onto his thong reflect the
light as he drops to his knees, grinding against the floor. Jumping to his
feet, he faces away from all of us shaking his ass to the beat. I think a chick
faints when he dips his hips nearly touching his ass to the floor. Our entire
table laughs as Hunter slaps his ass when a woman climbs on stage shoving bills
in the front of his yellow thong. “It’s a banana colored banana hammock!” Cam
laughs.

Henry whistles loudly. “That’s right fucker! Shake that
sequined ass for your bacon money!”

Pulling a screaming woman on stage, Hunter grinds against
her while she gropes his ass making him grin. Turning them around, he grabs her
hands as he sits her in the chair. Straddling her lap, he ruts all over her
like a dog, until the song ends. She is screaming so loud that you can hear her
above everyone else. Hunter looks over at me as he slides off her lap. Jumping
from the stage, he walks over to our table in nothing but that ridiculous
yellow bedazzled thong.

Grabbing the chair next to me, he flops into it stretching
lazily. “You realize I’m gonna get you back for makin’ me dance to that song
right? I would’ve rather done the fuckin’ Macarena!” he groans, yanking the
glass from my hand.

“Hey, get your own, asshole!” I shout as he downs my drink.

“I’ll pay ya back just dive in, take what ya need,” he says,
wickedly thrusting his crotch in my direction.

Hunter’s fans start surrounding our table. Once they realize
the entire band is here tonight, it’s chaos, putting an end to any hopes Henry
had for an easy night. Hunter has a groupie on his lap who he’s begging to help
him find the bathroom.

“Hey Cunter, did you bring your gift baskets?” Cam teases as
she swirls the straw in her glass.

The groupie looks at her, “Cam-ER-on is it? I heard the
interview today on the radio. Why are you so worried about us, if you’ve
already nailed one?” Leaning over she touches Aiden’s cheek. “Unless you wanna switch?
I don’t mind.”

Cam jumps up from Aiden’s lap, grabs the mouthy bitch by the
shirt, shoving her to the wall behind Hunter’s chair. “Listen up, you
radioactive crotchcricket; you’re fuckin’ with the wrong one. The name is
Cam-A-ron, with A’s like the car. I’m total class, all about the sass and not
afraid to beat your ass. Not like those bitches who spell it with E’s. Just so
you know…you’re just loose pussy for him,” she says, tossing over her shoulder
where Hunter sits panting. “Once he’s wrung you out, he’ll be done with your
snatch so you better take pictures, babe,” she spits angrily.

Cunter’s crotchcricket stomps away through the crowd of
women waiting for some attention. Camaron looks around at everyone watching her
then quickly retreats to Aiden’s lap. “What a way to make a scene Cam, shit!”
Hunter says, slamming down another shot. “That was hot!”

She blushes. I look down and see her hands trembling in her
lap. “Aiden, can’t we just go back to the bus?”

“Sure babe, if that’s what you want. Last night on the bus
for the rest of the week,” Aiden says, stretching his arms above his head.

“Yeah us too,” Gray agrees looking over at Henry. “You got
him Big Man?”

“Yeah,” Henry says with a nod. “Take a cab. I’ll have him
back as soon as he’s drunk, fucked or shit outta luck. I mean it can go either
way.”

“Come on ladies, I own this fuckin’ floor!” Hunter shouts,
shaking his thong clad ass on the dance floor as the women surround him like
moths to the flame. “What’s your name kitten?” he asks a red head who is shoved
into him.

“Chase,” she purrs, meeting his eyes.

“You look like one too, kitten. Nothing better than a good
chase,” he growls, pulling her against him.

“I’m gonna hurl,” I say to Gray. He laughs then pulls me
into his side as we walk out the door with Cam and Aiden.

Back at the bus, Gray and I sit on the couch with Cam and
Aiden watching some SyFy movie. We are snuggled up, eating popcorn, laughing
about Hunter’s performance. “I can’t believe he was just walking around in that
thing,” I giggle into Gray’s chest from under the blanket.

“Ha! That night we had to play that little arena naked? That
was his idea. The idiot soaks up attention like a crack whore,” Aiden says,
blushing. “I still search YouTube for videos of that night; scared my ass is viral.”

I choke on my popcorn, as we all laugh at Aiden. “If your
ass was viral, babe, I’d let you know,” Cam teases kissing his cheek.

“That’s not what I meant. My ass all over the internet is a
bad idea. Cunter may not care who sees his shit dangle around but I do.”

“Why do you have such a hard on for this zombie shit,
Aiden?” Gray asks as a pack of zombies attack a family in a car. I scream,
diving under the cover into Gray’s lap. I do not do scary, bloody or gory. The
stuff haunts me for days after. “Wildflower, you’re getting’ awful close to
makin’ a horror movie out of my junk if you aren’t careful.”