by Meghan Quinn
The stress of his relationship was almost unbearable. He received more cold shoulder from Quinn than he ever thought was possible. She rarely kissed him and they barely made love, which was not easy on him since he was a man with a healthy libido. He spent most of his time with his hand on his best friend and used the shower as his new bed.
Quinn always said she wasn’t in the mood when Grey tried to make love to her and whenever he leaned in to kiss her, she turned her cheek. Grey tried talking to her about it but she was always conveniently busy or sleeping.
He thought everything was okay between them, but as the days went by, she grew further and further away from him and he had no clue what he could do about it. He stayed as far away from Willow as possible because he knew that was a sore spot for Quinn. He even tried giving more attention to Quinn than normal and didn’t hang out with his boys as much so he could spend more time with her, but no matter what he did, it didn’t help.
He felt hopeless and the sick, twisted part of the whole ordeal was the fact that his brother Landon left the other day with Willow after sharing an extremely passionate kiss. Grey had no clue what happened between Willow and Landon. Grey didn’t ask and Landon didn’t tell but the thought of them together was driving Grey insane. He couldn’t take the thought of his brother with Willow. The mere fact that Landon had his tongue shoved down Willow’s throat drove Grey right into the looney bin.
Grey wished he could change the way he felt around Willow, but it was almost impossible. He felt connected to her, especially when they worked on music together, which was extremely rare at the moment. He had barely talked to Willow in the past week, let alone seen her and it was slowly eating him alive. His body craved her; his dick begged for her.
Shit, his life was so beyond fucked up. He wanted to be with Quinn, but his body was yearning to be with Willow, which Quinn obviously noticed because she was shutting him out. She put the vice on his balls and was making him pay for it.
Shifting in the molded seat, Grey leaned his head against the outside of the hot tub and contemplated where his life had gone wrong. One thing he knew for sure was that he was thankful for the alone time. Cruz was set on being a giant douche to everyone, Rook was annoying with his sickening relationship with Maisy and Grey couldn’t even look at Landon because every time he saw his brother, he envisioned the way Willow attacked him the other morning.
The door to the rooftop opened and closed, clueing him in that his alone time was soon going to be disturbed. He just prayed it was Quinn because he didn’t want to deal with Cruz’s dunk ass or Landon’s shit eating grin and heaven forbid Maisy and Rook decided to come take a dip in the hot tub. Grey would have to immediately evacuate himself from the premises if that happened.
“Oh, I didn’t know anyone was up here.”
Grey looked up to find the beautiful blonde with hot pink highlights that consumed his dreams standing by the door. She was wearing a robe and her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Grey swallowed hard and plastered a smile on his face, which wasn’t too hard to do since he tried to breathe in every moment he was near her.
“Hey, yeah, I just came up here to relax a little.”
She gripped her robe shut as she looked around. “Well, I can come back.”
Grey knew her leaving was the best idea for the both of them but his mouth spoke before his brain was able to tell him no.
“No, come hang out. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Fucking moron.
Willow was hesitant as she looked into the water. She thought about her next move which twisted Grey’s gut; he wanted her to stay, badly. He wanted her to talk to him, he wanted to soak her in, smell her, touch her, kiss her…fuck her. But that wasn’t going to happen, ever. So instead, he would take just hanging out in the hot tub. No harm could be done, right?
“It’s fine, Willow. Just talking.”
She thought about it for one more second before she nodded and walked toward the hot tub. She smiled at him as she took her robe off. When she walked up the steps of the hot tub to get in, Grey swallowed his tongue and almost died from how fast his dick poked through his trunks.
She was wearing one of the smallest bikinis he had ever seen in his life. It was hot pink, which looked good against her slightly tanned skin. Her bottoms were barely covering her glorious ass and the sides were a very thin string but what had his dick throbbing at an uncontrollable rate was the way the triangles of her top showed off her side boob and just skimmed her breasts where her nipples were. The icing on the top of the Godforsaken cake was the fact that the suit was so thin that her nipple rings stood out like high beams on a semi-truck. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to rip her top off and explore every last inch of her breasts with his tongue.
“So, have you been here long?” she asked, as she slipped into the water, unfortunately straight across from him instead of right next to him. He could tell the water was hot to her skin because she made an “o” shape with her mouth as she slowly maneuvered herself in the water.
“Not too long. The jets are the best part.”
“I can see that.” Her voice vibrated as the jet bounced against her back. She threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, this feels so good.”
Grey tried to look away from the expanse of her neck that was begging him to kiss it and her ripe, massive tits that his hands wanted to so desperately explore. He tried to calm himself down, but there was no use. She was a goddess of sex in front of him and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her even if his dick being cut off was at stake. He needed her, he wanted her, he yearned for her.
“Heard about your single. That’s exciting.” He tried to talk about something safe.
She opened her eyes and looked at him as she played with the foam that formed on top of the water. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she started to talk about their band’s new-found success.
“I’m so fucking excited! I can’t believe it’s actually happening for us. All the hard work and bullshit that we put up with over the years, we finally made it. If I die tomorrow, I know that I can at least die happy because we lived out our dream. We made an album and our first single is going to be released tomorrow; can’t get better than that.” She leaned her head back again.
Well, Grey could think of one thing that was better than what she explained and it included him, a bed, Willow and some seriously kinky restraints.
“I’m proud of you guys. I knew you would be something special.”
“We owe so much to you guys,” Willow said, as she slid closer to Grey, making his heart beat out of his chest. What was she doing? Why was she moving closer to him? Whatever the reason was, his dick was extremely happy about it.
He watched as her breasts bobbed in and out of the water as she approached. Water slid down each rounded mound as she worked her way closer. He knew he was staring at her tits and he knew she saw him staring, but he still couldn’t look away. Damn, if he even wanted to.
She was right in front of him now, half in the water, half out. The swimsuit, if that’s what she wanted to call it, clung to her body like a second skin. He could practically see the tight ring of her nipple as he continued to stare. Fuck, he had a flag pole sprouting between his legs.
“If I could give you one thing as a thank you for giving us the opportunity of a lifetime, what would it be?” she asked, as she released her hair from her ponytail and shook it out. Christ on a cracker, it was like a soft core porn that was playing out right in front of him.
Grey just shook his head.
“I know you think of me. I know you can’t stop staring at me. I know all you want is my mouth on your cock and your head buried in my tits. Am I right, Grey?”
Not able to speak, Grey didn’t say a word and he didn’t have to because he knew she saw it in his eyes. If she came any closer, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. He was too damn hard and he wanted her too damn much to resist her. Somehow his hand reached out to her and was placed on her hi
p, under the water. He stroked her hipbone with the pad of his thumb as he continued to look at her breasts and then back at her face. He needed to stop, he needed to pull away.
“You know this can never happen. Quinn is my friend and I refuse to hurt her.”
Grey finally found his voice at the mention of Quinn. “I know.” They stared at each other for a good minute before Grey spoke again, almost regretting what he said. “Did you fuck Landon?”
Willow was startled for a second before a slow grin spread across her face.
“Would you be mad if I did?”
“I would be fucking pissed. I don’t want you anywhere near him. If I can’t have you, then I definitely don’t want him near you.”
“How’s that fair?”
“It isn’t; I know that, but hell if my brother is going to suck those luscious tits of yours. You belong with me.”
Willow shook her head no. “No, you belong with Quinn and I belong to no one.”
Grey ran his hands over his face, realizing how fucked up he was.
“I’m sorry, Willow. I just can’t control myself around you.”
“Well, do a better job because the way you look at me is slowly eating away at Quinn.”
“Like I don’t fucking know that? I do and I try not to look at you, but I can’t help it. All I wonder about is how soft your lips are, how plump your tits would feel in my hands and how your nipple rings would feel in my mouth.”
Smiling, Willow said, “Ah, Kaid told you. That dick.”
“He is a dick because it’s all I can think about.”
“Well, stop thinking.” Willow looked around the space and then back at Grey. “Will this help you stop wondering?” She undid her top and let it fall in the water. Grey’s balls tightened at the vision in front of him and he nearly exploded in his trunks.
Her breasts were high, round and plump with tight nipples. She had barbells going through both nipples, making them stand erect at all times.
Fuck him, fuck him to hell.
He didn’t say anything as she got out of the tub and wrapped herself up in the robe she wore when she first arrived.
She looked over her shoulder and said, “That should last you for a while, but that’s as far as its going. Don’t ask for more. I owed you a thank you for helping us, and that’s what that was, nothing more.”
Grey just shook his head yes as his hand found its way to his crotch. He needed a release and he just hoped to God that Willow left soon.
“I’ll see you around, Grey.”
She sauntered away, giving Grey a great view of her robe-covered ass.
When he heard the sound of the door closing, he tore at the crotch of his pants and instantly found his erection. He was done in two seconds, thanks to the great visual Willow gave him.
He rested his head on the outside of the hot tub and wondered how he ended up in hell when he did everything right in his life? How the hell was he going to go on, knowing what Willow’s nipples looked like? He was a done man, completely scorched.
***
Maisy felt like she was in heaven. She was looking at New York’s beautiful lit cityscape from a bird’s-eye-view on top of the Empire State Building with Rook’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm. They had dinner together at a very swanky restaurant where menus weren’t offered and champagne was served to them with the bottle wrapped in a towel.
Rook asked Pete to make reservations, not really knowing where to go. He told Maisy he had no clue the place Pete picked was going to be fancier than the bleached mustache of a millionaire socialite. If he did, they would have ditched the media that was set up outside to catch their entrance and grabbed a slice of pizza from a joint down the street.
Maisy didn’t mind though, she enjoyed the dinner, not because of the quality of snobbery in the food or the impeccably clean white gloves their waiter donned; it was the way Rook mocked everyone in the restaurant by drinking his champagne with his pinky out, ate his food in tiny bites, dabbed his face gently with his napkin and twirled his non-existent mustache during their conversation. She had never laughed so hard which drew angry stares in their direction, only making them laugh harder at the pure look of disgust on everyone’s faces.
Once they left, Rook said he wanted to show Maisy the entire city, she had no clue he was able to schedule an afterhours viewing at the top of the Empire State Building. The view was unreal, like nothing she had ever experienced. There were lights that ranged from bright to dull and from colorful to classic white. Cars blazed up and down the streets in straight lines as Maisy thought about the amount of planning that went into creating and maintaining such an electric city.
“Do you like it?” Rook whispered in Maisy’s ear, as her back pressed against his chest.
“It’s beautiful, Rook. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I wish we had time for more. I promise you, after the tour, we’ll come back here and I’ll take you to a Broadway show, have a real slice of New York pizza, and ride the subway while trying to locate a genuine subway rat.”
“Sounds enchanting,” Maisy said with a smile.
He gripped her tighter and rested his chin on the top of her head as they both stared out into the dark abyss of the city. Maisy didn’t think she could be any happier. She was with the man who stimulated every thought and feeling in her body, her career was lifting off, and she was experiencing the world for the first time, like she had always dreamed. Everything seemed to be going so well, she was afraid it was going to all come to a crashing end.
“Do you ever worry that life is too good sometimes? Like you’re just setting yourself up for failure?” Maisy asked, while her chin pressed against Rook’s forearm that was wrapped around her.
“All the time. But I didn’t start feeling like that until I met you. Every second of every day I’m afraid I’m going to fuck something up and I’m going to lose you.”
Maisy kissed his arm. “You can’t think that way.”
“It’s hard not to. Good things don’t come easy for me. I have to work for them and the fact that you just showed up in my life, out of the blue, scares the ever-living-fuck out of me. You could be ripped away from me at any moment. I don’t think I could handle that.”
“It won’t happen. I’m lost without you, Rook. Even when you were a giant dick of a man, I still needed you in my life, even it was from afar. You have been in my life longer than you know. I have always felt a deep connection to you, even when I was sitting at home, listening to your CD. I felt like I knew you, like I knew every thought and feeling that ran through your body.”
Rook kissed her head. “I feel the same way, baby.”
“Let’s get out of here. I want to feel your body against mine,” Maisy said with a smile.
Rook’s eyes lit up as he looked down at her. She didn’t know if she saw love in his eyes, but she did see something. Adoration? Lust? Whatever it was, it was pumping through his eyes like blood to the heart.
“Hold on,” Rook said, as he dug around in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and put it in camera mode. “I want a picture of me with my baby.”
He pressed the button on the phone that flipped the camera to the front so now they could see themselves on the screen.
“Smile, gorgeous.”
How could she not? She smiled into the camera as he leaned into her side and kissed her cheek. He snapped the picture and then took another while she was looking at him. Her heart fluttered from the way he looked her in her eyes and stroked her hair.
He quickly played around on his phone as Maisy looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. He switched the wallpaper on his phone so it was the picture they just took together. He muttered the word “perfect” under his breath as he saved his new changes.
“Now let’s go,” he said, as he grabbed her hand and led her to the elevator.
Maisy felt like such a girl as she melted into a puddle at the look he gave her, the way he grabbed her hand, and the way
he guided her to the elevator. He took care of her, he always needed to touch her and he worshipped the ground she walked on, as if she was the only girl in the world.
She was more than ready for where they were headed next. She had on her lingerie, courtesy of Quinn and she had received a couple of tips from Willow that she most likely wouldn’t use just because they seemed way too kinky. She was going to finally give herself away and she couldn’t have picked a more sensitive and caring man.
Chapter 13
The trip from the Empire State Building back to their hotel room was one huge blur in Rook’s mind. All he could think about was getting Maisy back to the hotel and out of the dress she was wearing. He told himself multiple times that he needed to take things slowly with Maisy, especially since it was her first time, but the adrenaline running through his body was overpowering his will to slow down. He needed her naked and in his arms as soon as possible.
When they got to the hotel, he started to kiss her, but she pulled away and told him to sit on the bed while she went to the bathroom to “freshen up.” The cheesy line made Rook shake his head and laugh at her. She was so innocent at times, but then again, she had been through more than any person should go through in a lifetime.
Rook sat on the plush bed and sank into the down comforter that was on top of the bed. Rook dimmed the lights before he sat down and relished the lighting that was only going to make Maisy look that much more amazing.
He pulled off his shoes and socks while he waited for Maisy to get back from “freshening up.” He didn’t take off his pants or shirt because he wanted Maisy to do that. He wanted to feel her small hands glide across his body as she disrobed him. The thought of her hands all over his body made him hard. He needed to drop the thoughts or else he would be exploding in his pants before she stepped one dainty foot into the room.