Indulgence (78 page)

“Goddamn it!” he shouts punching the wall beside her.

“Aiden!” Hunter shouts, starting across the room toward us.

Aiden slams his mouth to hers roughly then walks out of the
lobby disappearing into the crowd on the street. Hunter’s eyes widen, “Aiden!
Fuck this is goin’ to be bad, big man. Aiden, damn it, wait!” he shouts,
running after Aiden begging for him to stop.

Henry looks at us then runs after them. Cam crumbles to the
tile floor sobbing into her hands. I run over, dropping to my knees holding her
as she sobs. “Cam? What happened? What does that mean?” I ask trying to calm
her.

“Apple Fritter is my safe word. I’ve never used it until
today.” I nod against her, then help her to her feet.

“Come on, let us get you to your room. You can lie down
until he comes back. It’ll be fine, Cam.” Gray hits the call button on the
elevator and I secretly send up a prayer to anyone listening to please let this
me be right about this.

I settle, a now quietly sobbing, Cam into bed making her
promise to call me if she needs anything. I don’t want to leave her but,
luckily, we are just across the hall. Closing the door to the bedroom, I meet
Gray’s eyes watching me from where he sits on the couch waiting. “Is she okay?”
he asks standing to his feet. He wraps me in his arms, kissing my forehead
sweetly.

“I don’t know, Gray. I just hope he comes back and talks
this out with her. She does love him. She’s scared though, that she won’t be strong
enough to stand beside him,” I whisper. Gray just nods then walks us across the
hall to our suite.

The moment he locks the door he pounces on me like a
panther. My shirt flies across the room, quickly followed by my bra and jeans.
I barely have time to kick off of my shoes. Slamming me into the wall, Gray’s
mouth latches onto my collarbone sucking in a patch of skin as his hands grip
my ass grinding me into his already hard cock. I moan like the shameless hussy
I am when it comes to having Gray’s hands on me.

Grayson’s hand runs along my hip ripping my panties from my
body letting them drop to our feet. Dropping to his knees, he kisses along the
stem of my daisy tattoo. My eyes glued to his mouth as he pulls my leg over his
shoulder, steadying me with his hands. His tongue circles my clit lazily,
making me insane. I let my fingers slide into his hair pulling him to me trying
desperately to get his mouth where I need it. “God, Gray. Please!” I scream in
frustration begging him to give me more.

He pulls back looking at me with a grin. “Needing something
are we?”

“Quit being so cocky and give it to me,” I bite out.

Gray stands to his feet, shoving his jeans down his legs,
exposing his erection. “Wrap those amazin’ fuckin’ legs around me, baby,” he
growls, grabbing my hips. I barely manage to when he slams me onto him, making
the breath rush out of me, stealing my scream.

I grab his shoulders; my fingernails digging into the back
of his neck as he pumps into me. My blonde hair covering our faces like a
curtain as our lips devour one another. His grunts matching my moans as he
fills me, his ladder feeling like it touches me everywhere. My head flies back
against the wall as I cry out. My entire body shakes as I explode around him.
Gray grabs my hair, twisting it in his hand and tugs exposing my neck. His
teeth sinking into the hollow of my throat makes me scream. Increasing his
thrusts, Gray forces my eyes to meet his. My body is already building toward
another orgasm one that I think may kill me.

“Let go for me again,” he roars commandingly.

Arching his back, Gray’s position inside of me changes, the
piercings rub along my clit as he pulls out of me slowly then slams into me
fast. I watch him slide in and out again and again completely mesmerized by the
erotic moment. Grayson’s hips slam into me as he comes. Trailing his hand down,
his thumb finds my clit. Making me erupt again then he turns so that his back
is against the wall and slides to the floor.

I don’t know how long we sit there against the wall
together, Gray still inside me, but I hear shuffling outside the door to our
suite. “I’m writing a country song about this shit,” Hunter says with a grunt
as he pounds on the door. “Oh happily married spooners, let me in!” he sings.

“Come back later, man,” Gray says lazily, nuzzling my neck.
“Like next fuckin’ month.”

“I have a drunken drummer who needs to sober up before he
talks to his bitch,” he says kicking the door.

Jumping up, I throw on my jeans and shirt while Gray stuffs
himself into his pants. I fling the door open to something I never thought I
would see. Hunter is completely sober but Aiden is so trashed he is slumped
against Henry on the hall. “I feel like I’m in a parallel universe,” I blurt,
waving them in.

Henry lifts Aiden over his shoulder, walks through the door
plopping him on the sofa. “He’s trashed. One too many rounds with Stoli. Told
that stupid bastard you never win when you take on a Russian,” Hunter says,
sprawling out in the chair next to him grabbing Gray’s acoustic guitar. He
strums the strings humming as he goes. “
My bitch done me wrong, when I sang
her a song… Shoulda licked her shitter like an apple fritter… Instead I’m a
pussy who doesn’t deserve his schlong.”

“Shut up, asshole,” I mutter. “You’ve been worse off.”

“Fuck you, Daisy…” Hunter continues to sing as he strums. “
But
she married Gray… so her preferences must be hazy…”

“Alright Hunter, let’s go. Aiden can sleep off his drunken
sulk here while I take you for bacon and some ass,” Henry says yanking the
guitar from his hand.

“Hell yeah, big man!” Hunter says, jumping to his feet. He
glances at Aiden who is snoring on the sofa then at Gray and me, “You watch
him, goddamn it. Don’t go off fingerin’ Gray’s vagina and forgettin’ that he’s
in here hurtin’, you got me? The poor bastard has been through enough.” I nod
then he looks at Gray, “You know him when he gets like this man. Which means
you also know how this shit will need to go down. He has to sober the fuck up,
get back in control; that’s why Cam’s good for him. She gives him what he needs
and that pushes the bad shit out. Fucker is no good when he gets like this.”
Leaning over, Hunter pats Aiden on the shoulder then follows Henry out slamming
the door behind him.

After a quick shower I change into yoga pants and one of
Gray’s hooded sweatshirts. Walking across the hall, I knock on Cam’s door but
no answer. Knocking again harder I call out her name. “Cam? It’s me.” Giving
up, I walk back into our suite slamming the door in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Gray asks while digging through the mini
bar. I walk over and sit on Aiden’s legs, carefully digging through his
pockets. “Um, what the fuck are you doin’?” I look over my shoulder seeing the
confusion on Gray’s face.

“I’m lookin’ for the room key. Cam won’t answer the door,” I
blurt, as if it should have been obvious. “What else would I be doin’?” I ask
then look at my hands shoved into Aiden’s front pocket. “Oh…” I groan as Gray
chuckles.

“Would you mind gettin’ off the goods babe? They’re not
insured,” Aiden groans, making me jump off of him. Shoving up from the couch he
grabs his head with both hands as if will fall off. “Fuck,” he groans. “I gotta
talk to Cam. I should’ve never walked out on her.”

“I think she’s asleep. She was really upset when I left
her,” I say sadly. “You two gotta fix this, Aiden. Cam loves you.”

“I know she does, Daisy. I love her too,” he mutters then
walks out the door.

Gray spreads his arms out jerking his chin for me to come to
him. I nearly run into his arms. “Wanna go to bed?” he asks suggestively
rolling his hips into mine.

“I just got dressed.”

“It really would have been worth it if I’d made them include
always be naked and waiting in those vows,” he shrugs. “The things you think of
after… Oh well, I’ll just undress you then, no biggie.”

I shove away from him and run around the coffee table. “Oh
no… We can do something other than that tonight, Mr. Cole.”

He shakes his head then leaps over the coffee table grabbing
me by the waist. I giggle loudly when Gray turns us so that I fall onto him as
he lands on the sofa. “Mrs. Cole, I don’t care what we do. I wanna do it
naked,” he purrs into my ear.

“How the hell am I supposed to argue with that?”

“You’re not.” Gray lifts the hooded sweatshirt up exposing
my belly. His tongue runs along my tattoo slowly. “This would be easier if we
were naked,” he tosses out while kissing down the stem to the edge of my
waistband. “See, some of it hides under there so I can’t tend to it properly.”

The door busts open making me jump. Aiden stands there, his
face a broken shell. Tears streaming down his face then he drops to his knees.
I jump off of Gray, fumbling across the room to him where he sits staring off
into space. What the fuck happened? Falling to my knees, just as Gray gets to
us, I grab Aiden’s shoulders shaking him. “Aiden? Aiden! What the hell?” I
scream into his face when he doesn’t look at me. “Gray, what’s wrong with him?”
I ask, looking down at his blood covered knuckles.

Gray runs across the hall. I can hear him screaming for Cam
as he shoves shit around in the rooms. I turn looking at Aiden again, “Where’s
Cam, Aiden? What happened?” I plead shaking him again. “Please, talk to me.”
Tears are streaming down my face while all sorts of images flow through my head
of what happened over there when he saw her.

“She isn’t here. She left me, Daisy; Camaron doesn’t want
me. Nobody ever did,” he says without any emotion before crumpling into me then
he breaks down sobbing like a baby.

Gray stands bracing his hands on the door just nodding in
agreement. Gone. Camaron just packed up her shit just like that. She told me
she was going to leave. I should have seen it coming but I hoped she would
change her mind. With how much she loves Aiden I never thought she could go
through with it.

Aiden hangs on to me for dear life while sobs rack his
entire body. My eyes fixed on Gray as he just watches us in disbelief. Aiden,
who is always so calm, is now falling apart on the floor of our hotel room.
Right now I am hurting for him just as I hurt for Camaron, knowing how hard it
was for her to go. It doesn’t change how badly I want to shake some sense into
her though. I want her to see him like this so she knows it’s her who holds him
together. She doesn’t think she has any power over him. Cam thinks that she
gives the power all to him; but, right now, I think that Aiden gave her
everything a long time ago. She just didn’t see it or didn’t believe she was
worthy of it.

I sit listening to Gray talking on the phone to Henry; his
voice carrying from our bedroom. “Big Man? It’s bad. It’s the worst I’ve seen.
Yeah, we got him. No she’s gone. He trashed the suite. Yep get on that shit. We
got this for now. Later.”

A Violent Shove in the Right Direction

Hunter and Henry came to take Aiden to their suite, but he
refuses to leave in case Cam comes back. I think he forgot that he totally
demolished the room. We call Tad, who assures us that he will take care of it;
none of us believe the slimy bastard, so Henry makes a few calls himself.

Hunter paces the room while Aiden lies sleeping face down on
the fold out. His shirt is covered in his own blood from punching the walls; so
we had to cut it off of him. He also shattered all mirrors, along with throwing
anything that wasn’t nailed down. The room is a total loss, which I’m sure the
hotel manager is really happy about.

I sit beside Aiden getting the first good look at the tattoo
on his back. He has a set of angel wings that span his entire back even dipping
into the waist band of his jeans. They look almost like iron and wire framed in
feathers. The feathers are tattered and worn, looking partially shredded. It’s
almost like he barely made it out of a battle of some kind. It’s dark, very
gothic looking. “They’re so he can always escape the pain he carries inside of
him,” Hunter says as he slams a beer cap on the bar. “Our sperm donor was a
piece of shit. Aiden always wanted to just fly away and escape it all.”

“You mean?” I start to ask but choke on my words.

“I mean it was a shit ass way to grow up. I protected him.
Our mother is a worthless whore who couldn’t say no to the mother fucker. So
every time he asked to come back she let him.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper because what else do you say to that
shit?

“Nothing to be sorry about, Daisy.” Walking over Hunter sits
beside me. “So our childhood sucked ass. It could’ve been worse,” he shrugs.
“Could’ve been a helluva lot better but it could’ve been worse; he rarely got
to Aiden.” The look on his face is cold and serious, telling me all I need to
know.

“You’re a good guy, asshole,” I say, kissing his cheek.

He chuckles. “I’m really not. I thought you were gonna cause
all kinds of problems on this tour. I told Landon to fuck off. Told him no
regular pussy on the bus but I’m glad you’re here, Daisy. You came through for
my brother tonight when I wasn’t here. One last thing to do though, we gotta
get that bitch back.”

Grabbing my phone I head into the bedroom thumbing in a text
to Cam:

Why Cam?

Her reply is instant:

I had to.

Taking a deep breath, I pace the room as I type my reply.

Meet me. I need to know u r okay.

After assuring her that I will come alone, I get an address
of a restaurant that she will be at in half an hour. Quickly, I grab my bag,
throw on my shoes then walk back up the hall. “Hunter, I gotta go see a bitch
about a drummer,” I blurt heading for the door.

“Whoa there Wildflower. Not alone you don’t,” he says
grabbing my hand on the knob.

I look at our hands then at his face. “I told Cam I’d come
alone. So I’ll go alone,” I say jerking the door open, meeting Gray’s steel
gaze.