Toxic (Addiction #1)

by Meghan Quinn

  “Fuck you,” she spat out, as she wiggled her hips and groaned.

  “I’m going to take that as a command rather than an insult, but that’s a warning, boo. I make the commands in the bedroom, but I’ll let this one slide since my dick is about to fall off.”

  Rook put his condom on as quickly as possible and pulled Maisy to the edge of the sofa. Her head flew back as he once again began to lick her until she was seconds from falling over the edge. He pulled his tongue away just as he felt liquid start to fill her core. She gasped as he pulled away, but he quickly replaced his tongue with his dick as he took no time in thrusting all the way inside of her, almost forgetting that she was as tight as a damn vise.

  “Oh hell,” Rook muttered, as he grabbed a hold of her legs and spread them further. Her ass was in the air, being held up by him and her elbows were on the couch, supporting her upper half. She was light as a feather, but that wasn’t what was weakening his body. It was the tight hold her pussy had on his dick; he could barely move.

  They both stilled as they tried to catch their ever-raging breath. Rook looked into Maisy’s eyes and completely lost himself in her beautiful, brown pools. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, while still holding her legs. He couldn’t help it, he needed all the contact he could get.

  Slowly, he rocked his hips in and out of her, sending a burning sensation through his body. She was so tight around him, he could barely breathe. It was as if she was wrapped around his lungs, cutting off his air supply.

  She moaned as her lids closed, blocking off his view of his favorite eyes.

  “Look at me, baby. Let me see you come.”

  Maisy slowly opened her eyes as they glazed over from pleasure. That was it for him. With one last thrust, he sent them both over the edge. A far distant grunt flew from Rook’s throat as Maisy screamed Rook’s name and matched every thrust with his until every last spasm extracted itself from their bodies.

  Rook landed on the floor and tried to catch his breath from one of the biggest orgasms he had ever experienced. From his toes to his knees, he was completely numb; his dick throbbed uncontrollably and his heart was hammering against his chest. He looked up at Maisy whose head was leaning against the back of the sofa and her hand was over her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what just transpired between them.

  Shucking the condom in the waste basket, Rook gathered Maisy and pulled her onto his lap as he blanketed them both with the wool blanket that was on the back of the couch.

  Maisy buried her head in the crook of Rook’s neck as he kissed her forehead softly, silently thanking her for being with him, giving him a chance to own her body.

  “You’re mine,” Rook said huskily.

  “You’re mine, too. And every little fan of yours better get that through her head.” Rook felt Maisy smile into his chest.

  “It’s not the girls we’re going to have to worry about. It’s the boys who are going to be making yogurt to your picture on the wall.”

  Maisy slapped Rook’s chest. “You’re disgusting.”

  “It’s true. You’re fucking hot.”

  “I think you might be thinking about Willow.”

  Rook lifted Maisy’s chin so their eyes met. “No, I’m talking about you. You’re fucking hot and I can’t get enough of you.” Rook turned somber after he kissed the tip of her nose.

  “What’s wrong?” Concern laced her voice.

  “I’m going to fuck this up. It’s bound to happen. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Well then don’t.”

  “It’s not that simple. When I do something wrong, can you do me a favor?” Maisy nodded her head so he continued. “Can you remember this moment right now? Remember the way I feel about you, the way we fit perfectly together and the way our souls are molded together. Remember how much I truly care about you and how I’m absolute piss when you’re not around. Remember how I always need to touch your soft skin when I’m around you and how when I see you, my heart lights up. I want you to know that so when I’m an ass, remember that deep down, you’re mine, and you’re the only one for me.”

  Maisy wiped a stray tear from her eye, straddled his lap and kissed him as she said, “I’ll remember, Rook.”

  Concern grew in Rook’s chest as Maisy pulled away from his grasp.

  “Where are you going?”

  She played with her hands on her lap as she contemplated what she was going to say. This woman had the power to annihilate him so easily that the slightest worry in her brow had him sweating and on the verge of begging for forgiveness.

  “I need to tell you something.”

  Fear paralyzed every muscle in Rook’s body as countless unpleasant thoughts passed through his brain of what Maisy could possibly tell him that made her pull away. Did she give herself over to someone else?

  The thought of Maisy allowing another man to caress her silky skin almost made Rook jump off the sofa and bury his fist through the mirrored wall on the other side of his dressing room. He didn’t even give a shit about seven years of bad luck from a broken mirror; if she had given herself over to someone else, he didn’t care what the hell happened to him in the future.

  Before Rook flew off the deep end, he calmly asked, “What’s that, boo?”

  Every organ in his body was shaking, just waiting to be shredded to pieces from her confession. He was ready. He needed her to just rip off the Band-Aid so he could face the demons that would come from knowing someone else had been with his edgy angel.

  “The other night, after you kicked me off the bus…”

  Shit, here it comes. His throat was so damn tight, he didn’t think he could breathe.

  “I wasn’t able to sleep.”

  Rook stopped her. He couldn’t take it. He was too much of a selfish prick to know about Maisy being intimate with someone else. “Please don’t. I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.”

  The look of shock that crossed Maisy’s face let Rook know that he had fucked up…once again.

  “I told you I haven’t been with anyone else. When are you going to get that through your head?”

  “Fuck, I don’t know. I told you I’m not good at this. I have serious trust issues.”

  “Clearly,” Maisy said, while getting off the couch. Rook stopped her and pulled her back on his lap. He needed to touch her, even if she was currently pissed at him.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Please tell me what you were going to say.”

  She looked him in his eyes and then huffed, giving into him, once again. “I was going to say that after that night I’ve had some night terrors. The way you treated me, just took what you wanted and discarded me, brought back some serious flashbacks from my childhood.”

  If there was ever a time in his life where he wanted to rip his dick off and feed it to a pack of wild boars, this was it. He didn’t deserve to have the pleasure of Maisy in his arms, wrapped around his body and sucking him for all he was worth. He used her; he knew he did that night, but never did he think about her past and how what he did might have brought up her deep rooted memories.

  He ran his hands over his face as he tried to gather his raging thoughts. By no means was he mad at her, no, he was furious at himself.

  “Christ, I don’t even know what to say.” He gently set her to the side and put his head in his hands. “I, I don’t even know why you are still here. Just go, Maisy. Spare yourself.”

  “Stop.” Maisy lifted his face so he had to look her in the eyes. “I needed to tell you this because if we are going to make this relationship happen, I need you to know that what you did to me was not acceptable and that it affected me. I know you didn’t do it to truly hurt me, but I need you to know that in the future, that kind of behavior will not be tolerated.”

  Rook shook his head at the thought of Maisy forgiving him so easily. “Why? Why do you keep coming back to me?”

  “My heart can’t live without yours. My body can’t function unless it belongs to you. I need you i
n my life, Rook. Even if that means you hurt me at times, I need you.”

  Utterly confused as to how he became so lucky, he gathered Maisy back in his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. Please forgive me.”

  “I do, Rook. I forgive you.”

  ***

  There were clothes scattered everywhere and Willow still had no clue what she wanted to wear for their concert tonight. She hadn’t seen Maisy since she walked off to Rook’s dressing room, so Willow assumed that was a good thing. She couldn’t help but feel jealous that her friend most likely had sex all afternoon. Willow was hornier than a dog in heat and had absolutely no prospects. Landon wasn’t an option and obviously Grey wasn’t either. Willow had temporary insanity when she thought about fucking Cruz, but was able to tamp down that thought before she made a colossal mistake and had sex with the Latin lover. The only dicks left to her disposal were attached to roadies and she wouldn’t touch those fame-whoring, disease ridden dicks. She saw what those roadies did to get laid by random fans and hell if she was going to touch one of them. They were funny as hell, but sick little horn dogs.

  So that meant she was left to her own devices, which weren’t nearly as satisfying as a man being inside of her, running his hands up her body and playing with her blessedly large tits. God, what she wouldn’t give for a nipple tweak. She shook her head at how pathetic she sounded in her head.

  Maybe crossing Cruz off her list was a mistake; she would have to think that over. She knew he would be good in bed, she could tell by the way he moved. He had sex God written all over him, just like every other guy in Shattered Souls. It was nearly impossible for a girl not to get wet when around them, especially when they were joking around with their shirts off, which wasn’t very often, almost never, actually she only saw them do that once during a photo shoot, but that day was on constant replay in her head.

  She needed help, not in picking out clothes, but rubbing out the need she had between her legs.

  “You pick something out yet?” Quinn asked, as she walked into the dressing room. Quinn had no shame in walking in when Willow was halfway dressed.

  “No. I’m having a hard time. Nothing is looking right tonight.”

  Quinn looked Willow up and down, taking in her lingerie and smiling. “Love the set you picked. That green looks amazing on your body.”

  “Thanks. I love them.” Willow gave Quinn a little spin.

  “So good. Let me fix something though.” Quinn walked over to Willow and stuck her hand in Willow’s bra, pulling her boob out and plopping it back in the cup to reset her bra. Quinn’s finger brushed against Willow’s nipple, making her squirm on the spot. God, she was incredibly horny if a woman was turning her on.

  “So much better. You have great tits,” Quinn said, as she stared at them.

  Feeling a little uncomfortable at her gaze, Willow thanked Quinn and looked around for a shirt.

  Quinn tore her shirt off and cupped her breasts. “What do you think of a boob job for me? I want to feel sexier.”

  “You are sexy,” Willow replied. Quinn was very pretty, skinnier than she should be, but still very pretty. “Grey is very lucky.”

  Quinn raised her hand at Willow. “Ugh, Grey. I think I’m going to break up with him.”

  Willow felt her jaw drop to the ground, not just from Quinn’s announcement, but from the nonchalant attitude Quinn used, as if it was nothing.

  “What?” Willow asked, completely shocked.

  Quinn was about to answer when someone called her name. “In here.”

  Grey walked in and took them both in for a second, but then realized what he was looking at was two topless women and he averted his eyes.

  “Jesus, sorry. I, uh, didn’t know you guys were topless.”

  “It’s ok,” Quinn said, while pulling Grey toward them.

  Willow felt incredibly uncomfortable, since she was almost naked in front of Quinn’s boyfriend. What the hell was going on?

  “I was just asking Willow if I should get a boob job.”

  Grey looked up at Quinn in shock. “Boob job?” A crinkle formed between his brows. “When the hell did you start thinking about getting a boob job? You don’t need one, you’re perfect sweetheart.” Willow melted from Grey’s words, but Quinn brushed him off.

  “Please.” She took Grey’s hands and placed one on her breast and the other on Willow’s, making Willow almost jump out of her panties. “Willow, stand still,” Quinn commanded. She looked at Grey and said, “Now you can’t tell me that my tits feel better than Willow’s.”

  Grey’s hand burned right through Willow’s bra; she felt like they were touching skin to skin as he looked her in the eyes. Desire shot through his eyes as he instinctively slightly squeezed her tit. Willow held back the giant moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

  Grey removed his hands and cleared his throat. “Sweetheart, where is this all coming from?”

  “Answer the question, Grey,” Quinn pushed.

  They all knew the answer from the lack of response from Grey. Willow wanted to kick Grey in the nut sac for not being able to lie just this once. Grey shook his head as Quinn tore her bra off and exposed her breasts. She grabbed both of Grey’s hands and placed them on her bare breasts. Willow looked around, looking for any kind of escape from one of the most awkward situations she was ever in, but the only exit was past the couple going through some kind of feel-up session.

  Quinn leaned down and grabbed Grey’s crotch, making him jump away.

  “Jesus, Quinn what’s gotten into you?”

  “You’re not even hard.”

  Yup, Willow wanted to extract herself from the room immediately.

  Grey blew out a frustrated breath. “Quinn, come on.”

  “No!” Quinn screamed, as she threw her shirt on. “Touch Willow.”

  “Quinn, I’m not really comfortable…”

  Quinn cut Willow off with her hand. “Touch Willow, Grey.”

  Grey didn’t move, so Quinn grabbed Willow and threw her into Grey’s arms. Grey’s warm body caught the stumbling Willow as he placed both his hands on her arms to make her stand up straight. Willow tried not to get excited from the feel of Grey’s hands on her bare skin, but she got a little thrill out of it.

  Continuing her crazy streak, Quinn grabbed Grey’s hands and put them on Willow’s waist and pushed Willow even closer so their stomachs were touching.

  “Quinn, please stop,” Grey pleaded.

  “Look at her, Grey. Look at her plump, round tits and tell me you don’t like them.”

  Grey looked down at Willow with apologetic eyes. Willow understood, since the situation was beyond uncomfortable and, apparently, Quinn had decided to wear her crazy pants today.

  “She’s gorgeous,” Quinn whispered as she came up behind Willow and trapped her between herself and Grey. Quinn smoothed her hands up Willow’s back and up her shoulders. She made contact with her bra straps and dragged them down her shoulders.

  For some reason, Willow didn’t stop her. Instead she felt her pussy get tight from the light touches Quinn was making on her back and shoulders. Willow never thought she was a lesbian, but damn if she wasn’t currently turned on. She felt herself go completely wet as Quinn ran her hands down Willow’s ass.

  What the fuck was going on?

  “Look at her, Grey. Can you see her nipples?”

  Grey tried to move away but Quinn didn’t let him as she forced her arms around the both of them.

  “Answer me.”

  Grey just shook his head in defeat. Willow continued to breathe heavily as Quinn moved her hands back up Willow’s sides and caressed the lines of her bra.

  “Can I?” Quinn whispered into Willow’s ear.

  Willow had no clue what the hell possessed her but she shook her head yes. It must have been the desperate need she felt between her legs, otherwise there would be no way in hell she would allow whatever was conspiring between the three of
them to happen.

  Quinn unlocked Willow’s bra and pulled it away, completely exposing her aching breasts. Grey’s desperate pant sent a shiver down Willow’s spine as he took her in. Quinn crept her hands up Willow’s stomach and cupped her breasts.

  Jesus, was Quinn a lesbian? Was that why she wanted to break up with Grey, because she liked women? And why was she not stopping Quinn? It felt too good to stop, she was too turned on to stop. The thought of a threesome had always played through her mind, but never in her life did she think she would actually go through with one, until now.

  “Do you like that Willow?”

  Even though this was by far the most awkward moment of her life, she nodded her head as Quinn played with her boobs. Willow glanced at Grey and saw him staring intently at Quinn’s playful hands. The grip he had on Willow’s hips tensed and she could feel his fingers digging into her sides, but the feeling didn’t hurt, it only spurred her on.

  She was throbbing with need from the close proximity of Grey and the way Quinn played with her nipple rings. If she could only move her hand under her thong and relieve the pressure…

  “Touch her, Grey.”

  Grey’s hand instinctively lifted at Quinn’s command and tentatively cupped Willow’s breast. His eyes were full of lust as he lightly squeezed her extremely sensitive breast. Willow threw her head back and moaned.

  Holy hell she was going to climax right there.

  “Kiss her, Grey.”

  Yes kiss her, Willow thought, practically begged, in her head. For the love of God, kiss her fucking mouth.

  Grey shook his head.

  “It’s ok, Grey. I want you to kiss her. I can’t lie, I want to kiss her, too.”

  Grey licked his lips and looked down at Willow. Holy shit, he was going to kiss her. This was going to be the moment she had been waiting for. He was finally going to kiss her. All her dreams were coming true. She had thought of this moment from the moment she saw Grey on the cover of his first album. She knew she needed him and she was finally going to get him.

  He leaned down and was centimeters away from her face when he shot back like someone had set his dick on fire.