Shafting the Halls (Shaft on Tour #4)

by Cat Mason

  The minute her words come out, I slam into her to the hilt, my hips thrusting violently against her ass. She only has to say that once.

  Camaron

  Slap

  Slap

  Slap

  “Seven, eight, nine, please,” I moan, writhing against the silk ropes, seeking more.

  My hands are bound, each ankle tied to the padded spanking bench I had made for Aiden for Christmas. I wait for his next move. There was no waiting until Christmas morning to give him this. After the stress of touring and life in general, this is as much a gift for me as it is for him. I don’t need to anticipate what he will do, I just feel. My eyes are covered with a blindfold, but his eyes are on me.

  I don’t need to see to know, I feel them. His approval is clear without any words being spoken. Taking every inch of my exposed skin, his breath hitches, telling me the only thing that matters.

  Aiden likes what he sees.

  A slow smile slips across my face at the thought of Aiden hardening as he takes in my body. Naked and exposed, on display for him and only him. Just thinking about what is to come has me trying to rub my thighs together to ease the ache already beginning to build. The delicious throbbing that only Aiden can ease, but only when it’s time.

  The paddle cracks across my ass with a loud slap. “Care to share what’s on your mind, Camaron?” he asks, his voice filled with domination and steady control. “I’d love to know what has your attention, if it’s not me.”

  Aiden’s finger traces a line down my spine before slapping my ass with his hand. “How about I remind you where your focus should be?”

  Before I can answer, his finger slips into me. I bite my lip to stifle the moan that threatens to rip from my chest. Pressing his body into my hip, Aiden grinds his cock against me making me whimper. “Please, Aiden,” I plead, desperate to feel him get lost in me.

  “That’s my girl,” he purrs, and I nearly come undone at the words I would do almost anything to hear from his lips.

  I feel him shift. He grabs my hips with both of his big, rough hands before diving face first into my pussy. His tongue thrusts into me, fucking me like his finger was just seconds ago. His thumb circles my clit in slow, calculated circles, driving me out of my mind. With every move of his face, the scruff from his jaw rubs against my over-sensitized skin.

  I love it. Every damn second, and he knows it.

  My hips jerk, my body tightening until I am on the verge of splintering into a million pieces. “Aiden!” I scream. “Yes, Aiden! Please, don’t stop.”

  The moment the words are out of my mouth, it all stops. I whimper when I feel him push to his feet again. “Now, are you focused on me, Camaron?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear before taking it between his teeth.

  “Ah,” I cry, the wicked bite of pain radiating throughout my body only making me want more.

  Gripping my hips, Aiden slides into me slowly. “That’s it, my love, take every inch of me. Feel what you do to me? Grip me like a vise, and never let me go.”

  Aiden’s hand slides up my body as he angles his hips, thrusting harder and harder each time. His hand wraps around my pony tail, twisting it around his hand before angling my head where he wants it. His other hand traces my ass before he pushes the tip of his thumb inside. “I’ll fuck you here too, Cam. One day, I’ll flog your ass, leaving beautiful red marks that you’ll wear with pride while I fill you in every way possible.”

  “Fuck me!” I scream, and hope to God he doesn’t stop.

  “There’s nothing I want to do more, Cam. I wake up wanting you, I fall asleep beside you at night wanting you. I live and breathe every single ounce of you, baby.”

  His words push me over the edge, my orgasm sends me into a screaming spiral. His name tearing from my lips and I erupt around him. Aiden’s hips jerk, his grip on my hair tightens, letting me know he is right behind me. “Love you, Cam,” he grunts, stilling behind me. “Love you so damn much, baby.”

  Once he catches his breath, I lose him. Aiden loosens the bindings that hold my ankles and wrists before helping to my feet. Turning me to face him, he pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Aiden,” I whisper before his lips brush over mine. Soft and tenderly, his tongue sweeps along my bottom lip before delving into my mouth.

  Lifting me into his arms, Aiden carries me to the bed before I lose his kiss. Helping me onto the bed, Aiden reaches for a cloth on the nightstand, cleaning me, before he rubs my wrists and ankles. Slowly, he presses kisses to the pulse points on the inside of each wrist. “It’s been a long year, baby,” he says, curling up behind me.

  “It has,” I admit. The last year has been spent touring, mostly. We’ve had very little down time between concerts, interviews, and their recording schedule. Even a week in Florida we planned as a vacation was turned into an opportunity to shoot a music video and an interactive webcast for the fans. “It’s also part of the life we have chosen, Aiden,” I reply, sleepily.

  His fingers lace with mine. “I know, Cam. I was just going to say it was all the more reason we needed that. You amaze me. It’s my desire, more like an aching need, as your Dominant to tend to your needs, but you so often are placing what I need within reach before I know I need it.”

  Rolling to my back, I look up at his face. “I love making you happy, Aiden. It’s just that simple,” I reply as he runs his finger along the choker he gave me on our wedding day. His sign of commitment, his mark of ownership that matches my wedding set completely.

  “You do, Cam,” he replies, kissing my forehead. “More than you could ever know.”

  Grayson

  The door opens, and I feel her the minute she steps into the room. I have been just lying here since she slipped out, unable to sleep. The sun is now shining through the windows, but I don’t get up. Instead, I’ve been waiting. Stepping around the bed, I feel the bed shift as she sits. Daisy, my Wildflower, the woman who changed my entire life. She came into my life like a tornado. She consumed all of me and never let me go. I don’t know what I would ever do if she did. She has given me more than I can ever give back.

  “He awake?” I ask. Though, since she is alone, I already know the answer.

  “Nope, still snoring like an old man.” Daisy laughs, reaching over she brushes a hand over my hair. “I wonder where he gets that from?”

  “I do not snore,” I chuckle, pulling her into my arms.

  “What are you doing up?” Daisy asks, lying her head on my chest. Her fingers tracing the shield inked over my heart, the one she got through almost immediately.

  “I’ve got something for you. I wanted to give it to you before the day got busy.”

  Slipping the small box from under my pillow, I hand it to her. “Gray, I thought we said one gift each this year? What about the boxes under the tree for me downstairs?”

  “Those are from the baby,” I reply, shrugging her off. “Open it.”

  Removing the lid, Daisy pulls the white gold bracelet from the box and gasps. “Gray…” I smile when she can’t say anything else.

  “This,” I begin, taking it from her. Pointing to the first charm, a daisy, I meet her tear filled eyes, “is you, my beautiful wildflower. The shield charm is me. Each piece is a part of our lives together this far. When I run out of room, I’ll buy another, maybe even a necklace, if I have to.”

  Looking down, Daisy takes it all in. The guitar, the scrabble piece, lemon wedge, the blue baby bottle, are nothing compared to my favorite. The handmade heart that is entwined with an eternity symbol was something Luke sketched and is now tattooed on the inside of one of our wrists, but getting the design transferred for a piece of jewelry was always my plan. “That one is so you never forget you are the reason for everything I do. You’re the lifeline I cling to.”

  “I love it,” Daisy chokes out.

  Reaching out, I clasp it around her wrist. Tilting her chin up, I wipe the tear slipping down her cheek. “I love you, Daisy.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, I grin remembering what d
ay it is. “I’d love to show you how much, over and over, but we have to get ready. The house will be filled with people soon and we still have the party at Ironsound tonight.”

  The thought of having Daisy’s parents here, along with my father, has everyone excited. Hunter and Aiden’s mom couldn’t come due to conditions of her parole, but we are all going down for New Year’s to visit her. My mother has decided to remain with Landon as he serves the remainder of his house arrest for aiding in Tad’s crimes. She has yet to meet Brannon and he just turned one.

  “Yeah, long day,” she replies. Pushing me to my back, she straddles my thighs before setting the box on our nightstand. My hips involuntarily roll up into her and I groan when I see her hardening nipples poking through her t-shirt, just begging for my mouth. “Nothing we can’t handle.” Her fingers trace the words "Sex and Sin" across my lower abdomen making my dick twitch beneath her. Rolling her hips, she grinds down on my now rock hard cock.

  My fingers tug at her shirt, but she stops me, just like she always seems to do now. I hate it. I hate how she seems to see herself now. I wish she could see what I do instead of covering up what she wishes she could change.

  “Da da da.”

  The sound through the baby monitor is like ice cold water on the both of us. Rolling from me, Daisy stands to her feet, quickly digging through her dresser for shorts. “Are you getting him, Daddy, or am I?” she tosses over her shoulder.

  “I better let you handle this one, Mommy,” I reply, looking down at the tent my dick is pitching in my shorts. “I’m gonna need a minute to talk him down.”

  “Okie dokie,” she replies, yanking on her shorts. Opening our bedroom door, Daisy heads across the hall to Brannon’s nursery to wrangle our feisty boy for breakfast.

  Sitting up in the bed, I scrub a hand over my face. Blowing out a breath, I shove to my feet and decide to take a shower, hoping it will clear my head. A cold one. There’s a lot of shit swirling in her head. I can see it, but she won’t talk about it. Life gets in the way every time I get her alone, and we desperately need that time to clear the air. With a busy house the next few days, something tells me I won’t be getting much alone time with my wife, unless I get creative.

  Which is exactly what I plan to do.

  Daisy

  Stepping into the nursery, I quickly close the door behind me, grateful for the interruption. How do you tell your husband you don’t want him to see you naked? Shit, I don’t even want to see me naked. How do you tell him that you love your son, but hate what carrying him did to your body?

  I want him so badly. I can’t even begin to describe how much I yearn for his body to be pressed against mine, to feel him skin on skin. I can’t though. It’s not like we don’t have sex, we do, it’s just not like it was. That’s on me. For whatever reason, ever since our trip to Florida last month, I can’t bring myself to let go when we’re in bed together. I’m stiff and uncomfortable in my own skin. Of course, Gray knows something is up, he can tell things are off with me. This is a touchy subject. Something I hate, because I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I feel it nonetheless.

  That’s my dilemma.

  I pad across the room to my black-haired baby boy. His hands reach for me as he stands inside his crib. “Ma ma,” he squeals, instantly making me smile.

  “Good morning, happy boy,” I say, lifting him into my arms before covering his face in kisses. “We need to get you cleaned up and dressed.

  Once I have Brannon changed and dressed in a sweater and jeans, I put on his red and green skull socks that Aiden and Cam bought for him and his black chucks. Opening the door to the nursery, I step into the hall.

  “There’s my boy!” Hunter says and the baby immediately reaches for him. “Hey, where’s the bib I had made for Christmas?”

  My eyes widen, “I, uh, must’ve forgotten it in the bedroom,” I reply, backtracking toward my bedroom door. “I’ll have to bring it down later.”

  Hunter’s lip quirks up. “Sure, that’s why I found it hidden behind all the dish towels.”

  Pulling the green bib from his back pocket, Hunter fastens the Velcro, one handed, around Brannon’s neck. I cringe at the words "I saw Mommy spanking Santa Claus" written in white letters.

  “What the hell were you doing digging for dish towels?” I ask, knowing that Hunter goes into the large kitchen on the main level, for one reason only: if he’s out of bacon downstairs in his own kitchen.

  Which happens a lot.

  “I was handling a cookie hoarding situation,” he shrugs, telling me that he is up to no good, as usual. “Anyway, I just wanted to warn you.” Leaning in close, he grins at me. “Henry must be on his way back from the airport, Mack’s old lady senses are tingling.”

  “Oh my God,” I shriek, slapping him on the arm. Nearly gagging on the thought of my mom and Mack. I’ll need to bleach that vision out of my head or I’ll never be able to keep a straight face, much less do anything like eat or drink. “That’s just, no. I’m thinking we should just leave him in Georgia with your mom.” Grinning wide, I pat his shoulder in mock excitement. “Daddy’s home, Hunter, and he’s ready to take goooooood care of Mommy.”

  Hunter heaves a little before making a gagging sound. “That was a low blow, baby momma. I can’t be friends with you right now. Bran, your mom is a very disturbed woman. She’s got naked granny ladies playin’ on repeat in my head. Dancing with their saggy titties blowing in the wind.” He shudders before shaking his head. “I think my dick just dove into my asshole to hibernate for the winter.” Turning to the stairwell, Hunter mumbles something about saving the young and heads downstairs.

  Walking back into our bedroom, I strip out of my clothes and pull out the emerald green halter dress that Camaron bitched about until I tried on while we were shopping last week. I only bought it to keep Cam and Chase from throwing fits in the store. I was planning to take it back to the store until Grayson saw it hanging in the closet. Now, here I am, wearing it today when I’d rather put on yoga pants and one of Grayson’s sweatshirts.

  Stepping into the fabric I pull it up over my body, covering not nearly enough. Taking the ties, I reach behind my neck to secure them and lock eyes with a very naked Gray as he steps out from the bathroom. Scrubbing a towel over his hair, his eyes rake over my reflection. “Wow,” he says on an exhale.

  Dropping the towel to the bed, Gray makes his way over to me. His eyes sparking with heat that make me want to do nothing, but stand here and let him engulf me. It feels like so long ago that I just let go and felt all those things, but something stops me every time.

  I stop me.

  “Daisy,” Gray breathes stepping up behind me, his breath tickling my neck as he brushes my hair to the side. Softly, he presses his lips to my bare shoulder. His arms wrap around my middle, pulling me back against him. His erection presses into my back, letting me feel each of his piercings. Slowly his hands glide up the smooth fabric to my breasts. Cupping them with both hands, Grayson groans. My head lulls back against his shoulder, a tiny moan escapes my lips as he pinches my hardening nipples through the fabric. My eyes flutter closed as I force myself to let go, to let us have his moment.

  “Look at us, Daisy,” Gray says into my ear. He says nothing until I blow out a breath and meet his eyes in the mirror, his gaze is hard and serious as he watches me, but his desire is boiling just beneath the surface. “Don’t lose focus of what lies between us, baby. You let the shit in your head drown out everything I say to you. You can’t hide from me. I won’t let you, not anymore.”

  Releasing my breast, he cups my jaw, capturing my lips with his in a kiss that has my toes curling into the carpet beneath me. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he turns my body so that my chest is pressed firmly to his. Grayson’s hands dive into my hair, cupping my head to hold me to him. He moans against my lips in desperation, as if he can’t get close enough to me.

  “Grayson,” I gasp into his mouth.

  Breaking the kiss, Gray brushes h
is lips along my jaw. “I need my wife.”

  “Hey, your parents are here!” Mack shouts through the closed bedroom door. “Better hurry before Hunter scares them off.”

  Gray cups my jaw. Looking down into my eyes, his face goes serious. “This is a conversation we are going to have, Wildflower.” Scooping up clothes from his dresser, Gray disappears back into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

  He knows, just as I figured he did. Obviously, Grayson was trying to give me the space I was silently asking for, even if it hurt him to do it.

  Henry

  Closing the door to my bedroom, I throw my coat over the chair and take in the bare, lonely space. The holidays are something I would prefer to work through. With the guys touring, we never used to stay still for long. I liked that, it kept my mind off of things I gave up. The things that were lost to me because I gave in to weakness, because I thought I was invincible.

  I thought that after twenty years of running from those ghosts my life was turning around. The boys have made it big. They are settling down and making families and I am damn proud of my part in that. Then, I met Katheryn. The timing was right and something about her just made sense.

  What started out as the two of us finding a way to unleash the sexual tension we both let build up for so long, ended up being something I found I needed. I buried all the pain and didn’t let anyone in for so long. Then, somehow, she got in. I gave her a piece of me, a part of me no one had gotten through to in years, no one since Jenn.

  “That’s over now, Big Man,” I remind myself. I’m alone in ways that I should be used to, but I’m not. With everyone around you happy and in love, how do you pretend that your heart doesn’t hurt for what you had and lost more than two decades ago?