Indulgence (76 page)

His eyes heat immediately. “Is this ‘
fuck me Gray I’m
angry at Landon’ sex
?” he asks as I run my fingers through his hair.

“No,” I whisper shaking my head. “This is ‘
fuck me Gray
I’m yours
’ sex.”

“Baby, as much as I wanna fuck you against that wall, I
don’t want to explain to Henry why we’re calling him from a police station in
Vegas. He really does have his hands full with Cunter. How ‘bout we go check
out the strip? I might even let you hold my hand while I get some new ink.”

“If that’s how you wanna play it, Sex and Sin, then I’m
game.” I shrug then start walking down the sidewalk, fumbling a bit in my heels
thanks to the great buzz I have going. Gray catches up to me, wrapping his arm
around me to keep me from falling as we look for a tattoo parlor.

An hour later, I sit watching as Gray finishes sketching
what he wants tattooed along the bottom of his abdomen from a guy named Luke.
He won’t let me see it, going to such lengths as to say that I need to be
blindfolded if I go back with him. Of course, he pouts so sexily that I can’t
say no. I watch his teeth sink into his bottom lip, deep in concentration. The
alcohol in my system right now tells me we could take advantage of a bathroom
right now but I know Gray isn’t a quickie kinda guy; so, I’ll be waiting for a
while. Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it while I wait though because I
am.

Jumping to his feet, he hands the sketch off so that the
outline can be worked up then whispers something to the guy. Yanking a bandana
from his pocket, the guy tosses it to Gray with a grin. Stalking across the
room towards me, Grayson runs the fabric up my arm watching as it runs over my
skin. “You gonna wear this, Wildflower?” he purrs seductively.

“Anywhere…anytime…” I purr right back.

“Fuck me,” he breathes, tying the cloth loosely behind my
head to cover my eyes.

I shrug blindly, when he helps me to my feet. “That was the
plan. Don’t say I didn’t offer.”

“Come on,” he chuckles; guiding me back to the room.

I sit quietly, blindfolded, on the stool at Gray’s head as
he lies on the workbench. One hand above his head, fingers laced with mine
while his thumb runs circles along my wrist. It isn’t lost on me that Grayson
is soothing
me
while
he
is getting a tattoo. The only sounds I
hear are the gun buzzing and Gray’s labored breathing as I run my fingers
through his hair with my free hand. I focus on his breathing, warm against my
chest hitting me like waves crashing into the shore. Every rough exhale making
my toes curl as I anticipate his mouth on me. The alcohol in my system is
starting to wear off now making me painfully aware of how I snapped at the
waitress. “I really said I
would fuck her up,
didn’t I?” I whisper.

Gray just laughs. “Yeah, you did. It was hot as hell baby.”
Leaning down, to nuzzle his neck, I groan. “Oh Wildflower, don’t worry you’ll
be fine. You’ve got me.”

“Do I?” I ask, feeling way too damned sorry for myself.

“Are you seriously suggesting that you don’t?” he asks in
disbelief. “Daisy, I haven’t even looked at another chick since that night at
the bar. I told you, baby, you busted through the wire, the shield, every
goddamn defense I’ve ever put up to keep people out. You did that in a fuckin’
week! So, Daisy, I’d say it’s pretty fuckin’ clear you’ve got all of me if
that’s what you want.” Gray touches his lips to mine then nuzzles into my hair
as his tattoo gets finished.

“Are you ready to see it?” Luke asks, after he shuts off the
gun.

I feel Gray slide off the table, his hands untying the knot
on the bandana. My eyes adjust to the light as he stands before me. My gaze
goes straight to his hips as I take in the words written in an old English
script: Sex and Sin. Moving up to meet his eyes I’m stopped by the shield
covering his heart. A few Daisy petals lie around the bottom. Still red and irritated
from shading behind the shield, a single daisy stands tall, almost proud, as it
completely turns my world upside down. “Because you’re the only one that got
in: the only person that I want to shield now,” he whispers, just as I wrap my
arms around his neck, crushing my lips to his.

Gray’s tongue dives into my mouth, his arms pulling me
tightly against him. Panting uncontrollably as we devour each other, his hands
squeeze my ass through my leather skirt as my palm slides down to my favorite
place on his body; flat against his shield. Feeling his heartbeat as it thumps
wildly against my hand. My fingertips lightly brushing the daisy so I don’t
hurt him, making him growl into my mouth.

“Hey! You’ve gotta let me bandage that before you two get
too heated.”

We break apart breathing heavily. Walking over, Luke
chuckles as he treats the bandages over Gray’s new ink. “How long you two been
married?” he asks, as Gray pulls his shirt over his head.

“We aren’t,” I blurt.

The three of us fall into an uncomfortable silence. Gray
pays for his tattoos after the awkward conversation. We walk out into the front
room just as a whirlwind of red hair flies through the door with a bag. “I’m
sorry Luke, I was running late.” Her voice making me jerk my head up meeting sea
green eyes that I saw just last night. Chase.

“It’s all good, baby girl. We just finished up. Now give me
that food.” I watch the guy who spent over three hours tattooing Gray grabs the
bag from her hand, immediately diving into the fries.

I am standing there like a deer in the headlights as I watch
Cunter’s so called,
Tiger Lily
, hop up onto the counter stealing a
handful of Luke’s fries. She sits there swinging her legs studying me. Chase
isn’t in a tight little dress like last night but even in skinny jeans and a
baggy green sweater I know that it’s her. Then the alcohol fog clears and it
hits me. My bet with Hunter! This is my chance to win or lose. I contemplate
how to ask her about their night since it looks like she is real cozy with
Luke.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she asks beating me to the
punch. “You both look very familiar.”

“Maybe. Last night I introduced Hunter Chesterfield from
Shaft at a club,” I say, trying to be vague for her sake. At least until I’m
sure who Luke is to her. “But I guess it was the night before now,” I murmur
glancing at my watch realizing the sun will be up in a couple hours.

“Didn’t you go see the Shaft concert earlier, Sis?” Luke
says, making me smile. Chase is his sister!

“Sure did,” she says with a nod. “Yep. That’s where I know
you from. The club.”

“Yeah that was a memorable night,” I say winking at Gray,
who knows where this is going. He shakes his head then slips his jacket on.

“It was fine. There were some laughs. I had my fun but
nothing I could write home about,” Chase says shrugging.

I double over in laughter making her jump. “Oh please,
please can I get you to say this into my phone?” I beg as I set up the video
recorder.

“Okay?” she says, clearly confused, when I angle the lens at
her.

“Oh just a little bet with Hunter is all. The cocky bastard
needs to be brought back to Earth for a while.” Chase’s eyes heat and her smile
spreads. “I love the look on your face right now. I can tell you’re plotting.”

“Let’s go have a talk in the back,” she says, leaping from the
counter, grabbing my arm she leads me down the hall as Luke looks at Gray who
is just shaking his head.

Closing the door to an office Chase leans against the wall.
“So, what’s his deal anyway?” she asks. I can see something in her eyes as she
clearly runs through the night in her mind.

“He is an asshole but a relatively okay guy, I guess. Just
high on himself.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” she giggles. “So what
do you need from me?”

I tap my fingers on the desk as I think. Do I really want to
know what went on? Fuck no! I want her to say it was shit and forgettable. Then
I want to make him march his pretty ass into a diner in a frilly dress. The
smile spreads across my face, my plot coming together. “We’re going to deflate
poor Cunter’s ego,” I say then lay out my plan.

Twenty minutes and one fabulous IPhone video later, I walk
back out grabbing Gray’s hand. “I’ll call you soon, Chase. Thanks for
everything!”

Halfway down the block, Gray stops me. “So what exactly did
you two do in there?”

“Oh, I just conducted a Cunter sex survey to prove my
point,” I shrug. “Pretty frills are in that fucker’s future. Although, I feel
bad for him so I may still buy him bacon. Chase wasn’t very impressed,” I say
clicking my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re Grayson Cole!” A guy shouts in front of some
all-night wedding chapel. He runs down the steps with a woman following behind
him. “Dude you rocked the shit outta that show. I asked her to marry me after
you sang
Lifeline
. My name’s Davin, this is my best bitch, Nora.”

Gray shakes his hand with a smile. “Thanks bro, good to meet
you both.”

Davin looks nervous, “Would you? I mean I know you’re busy
but would you two be witnesses for us? I shouldn’t ask. Never mind,” he says
turning back to the steps.

“Wait!” I shout, looking to Gray. “We should do it. How cool
would it be for them to tell their kids right?” I say nudging him.

“Ah, what the hell,” Gray shrugs then we walk up the steps
following them into the building.

This was probably a bad idea. What was I thinking, offering
to watch two people in love get married? Not one of my best ideas. Luckily
there is a bar in the chapel. Who would’ve thought? After doing shots with the
happy couple while they wait for their turn I’m feeling pretty numb. Gray is
pretty lit too from the looks of him. His hands are all over me while I sit on
a stool spinning my empty shot glass between my fingers. Stepping between my
legs Gray kisses my lips gently. “The things I want to do to you right now…” he
growls.

“Can any of them be done in the bathroom of an all-night
wedding chapel?” I purr into his ear. Gray’s hands slide up my thighs. My eyes
flutter closed when he runs his tongue just under my ear. “Gray…”

“They’re ready for us now,” Nora says, coming around the
corner putting a halt to my almost bathroom stall sex session.

“Awesome, let’s get you two hitched,” Gray says, helping me
from my stool to follow them into the chapel.

“You know I was supposed to be Mrs. Cole?” I laugh
half-heartedly. “Although, Landon and his meticulous ass would never get married
here like this; but it was always the plan for me to be Daisy Cole. I was happy
with Landon, and happy to get married. I wasn’t excited about the planning
though, Gray, it was just number six on a fuckin’ list,” I continue to ramble
plunking down into the front row as Gray pulls me into his side.

“Daisy, when I said that you were off limits to the guys
because you were going to be Daisy Cole; I didn’t exactly mean that I wanted to
stand there watching while you marry my brother.”

“What?” I yell in a hushed whisper.

“Listen to me. You’re gonna be Mrs. Cole, but you’re not
going to be Landon’s wife. You’ll be mine. It’ll be me takin’ care of you. I’ll
get to hear your laugh, feel your skin against mine; not fuckin’ Landon. Weeks
from now, months from now, years even, it’s not goin’ to change what I want. So
why not just do it now?”

“Gray, we’ve known each other just over a week or something.
Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me? Because it sounds like…”

Covering my lips with his fingers, Grayson Cole rocks my
world yet again. “Tell me you’ll fuckin’ marry me Wildflower.”

My heart nearly leaps into my throat. I wait for the
thoughts to swirl in my head. The voice to scream for me to run like hell for
home and leave this behind me, but it doesn’t come. “I’ll fuckin’ marry you,
Sex and Sin,” I retort with a smirk.

Turning to Davin and Nora, Gray smiles. “So if we witness
for your wedding; will you witness for ours?”

Diamond Rings and Tiger Lilies

BANG BANG BANG! I roll over, pulling the pillow over my
head. BANG BANG BANG! “Gray, I’m sure going to miss whoever’s bangin’ on that
door.”

“Room service assmoles!” I hear Hunter shout through the
door. “I’m not leavin’ so just open up and say AH!”

Peeking out from under the pillow I meet Gray’s annoyed
face. “Mornin’ wife,” he purrs, pulling me against him.

My eyes soften at the way it sounds coming from his mouth. I
run my fingers down tracing his bandage covering the flower. My flower. Leaning
down I brush my lips against it softly. “Is it sore?” I ask when he hisses out
a breath.

“No, but now I’m hard,” he says, making me giggle. “I love
your fuckin’ laugh, Mrs. Cole,” he murmurs, rolling me beneath him.

“Get the fuck off of her man and answer the door!” Hunter
yells, beating on the door harder this time. Jeez where is the hotel security
when you need it?

Gray rolls off of me onto the floor, pulling his jeans on
commando. “Oh, Mr. Cole, I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave,” I
say with a giggle when he walks toward the door.

“No you love to watch me come,” he shouts as I leap from the
bed, running to the bathroom to get dressed.

I walk out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a
SHAFT
t-shirt to find Hunter sprawled out across the bed. “Afternoon, Sunshine,” he
says sweetly.

“Oh but it was,” I tease. “We had a great night last night.
After the show, we ran into a friend of yours,” I say, barely containing my
excitement. Walking over I grab my phone from the table then hand it to him. “I
made a video last night with your Tiger Lily,” I say with a wink.

Hunter’s eyes go wide when he presses play and Chase’s face
pops up on the screen. Her voice filling the room makes the smile spread across
my face. “Hi, Hunter. I ran into Daisy at the tattoo shop a bit ago. We had a
long talk then she asked me a few questions about you. I wish I could tell her
something memorable. Yes, we danced that night for a while. Then you and I
spent the night together but I just don’t remember it being as world rocking as
you did. I mean, I remember your thong, I remember Daisy, even dancing with
you.” She shakes her head on the screen. “I just don’t remember Earth
shattering sex. I mean, maybe you should hand out gift baskets like Daisy
suggested. I had to go home and fuck my vibrator twice just to get off. Totally
fine though, babe, it happens to every guy at some point. Better luck with the
next one, yeah?” she says blowing a kiss into the screen.