by Liz Crowe
“Looks like the pussy’s gettin’ restless,” Hunter says, as I lean against the wall crossing my arms over my chest. Cam matches my stance against the other side of the door way. We probably look like gangster hookers; all made up, in nothing but tanks and boy shorts. Hunter laughs, his eyes drifting between us. “If they go rabid we’d have to put the kitties down,” he teases. Standing to his feet, Hunter wraps an arm around each of us pulling us in tight. “That’s a sin against all that Shaft stands for. Shaft never neglects the pussy!”
Aiden, Gray and Landon look up at him and I hear a growl tear out of Aiden’s throat. “Henry!” Aiden yells, his eyes not leaving his brother. “We need to stop for a bit. Before Cunter whips it out and tries to fuck all of us in the ass.” I can’t mask my look of disgust as I shove out of Hunter’s hold and flop on the couch next to Gray. “Come here, Cam,” Aiden commands, making her nearly leap into his lap.
“We’ll stop in an hour,” Henry calls from the driver seat. “Try and get at my ass, Hunter. I’ll be rippin’ that cock off and makin’ you eat it,” he adds with a laugh.
“You’re what, nine foot six, Henry?” Hunter asks sarcastically, as he moves around Tad and Landon to get to the fridge for a beer.
“Without my heels or a hard-on, motherfucker,” Henry says with a snort, making Hunter spit his beer. All of us laugh. Even Henry is amused as Hunter sputters and chokes, trying to catch his breath. Henry looks intimidating. I know he could, and would, kill if necessary. Once you get to know him, though, he is really nothing but an enormous teddy bear. Henry is like that though, he smiles real huge in private, but when we are all in public it’s scary silence. “You best quit offerin’ if you can’t even swallow a beer without chokin’ chump,” Henry shouts. “You could never handle me.”
“Fuck, Henry, my door doesn’t swing both ways,” Hunter says gasping for breath.
“An hour?” Aiden interrupts looking around. “What can we do to pass the time?”
Landon jumps up, all but running toward our room. I half expect him not to come back. He hasn’t spent much time with me over the past two days. He says that Tad needs him to work out details for Vegas. They spend a lot of time in the living area sorting shit, as the guys say, while the rest of us sleep. I have inherited the weird ass hours of a rock groupie. We stay up late, only to sleep the day away; all except Tad and Landon who are up at the ass crack of dawn every morning. Landon has been avoiding my questions about his job. Changing the subject every time I ask about what he feels he can’t explain or talk to me about. I gave up on pushing for now. We sleep together, maybe two hours a night, before he is up and out of the bedroom. Late nights are spent goofing around with Cam and the guys, along with talking with Gray. Our conversations aren’t deep, earth shattering conversations but he listens to me when I talk. He doesn’t seem to have a problem talking about things with me, it’s a welcome distraction from the distance Landon is putting between us. The attraction to Gray is still there, growing stronger every day, but he doesn’t push or bring up the elephant in the room. He is just there for whatever, whether it is watching movies or talking about songs and why we love them. The flashes about sex with Grayson Cole, though, are still running rampant in my brain with no sign of stopping.
With no room in the bunks, Gray sleeps on the floor of the bedroom, which in no way helps the fantasies I have been having about him. I lie awake until the sun comes up staring at his bare chest. Of course, Grayson Cole, with his almighty sexiness, kicks the sheet off the moment he falls asleep. I lie there after Landon kisses my cheek and I watch the rise and fall of Gray’s breathing as I study his tattoos.
He has barbed wire running around his left arm. It starts on his wrist and circles up around his arm, which spreads around his shoulder and his chest. His chest though… that’s what is amazing. The barbed wire spans and spreads around a shield on his pectoral, right over his heart. A worn, battered looking shield, the shield of a warrior, a protector, and it rules my dreams.
My dreams are even more vivid than my daydream the night he sang. I can’t stop even if I really wanted to. I think the problem is my sexual frustration. I can’t get Landon interested in me at all. He just smiles, kisses me and says soon. I mean, hell, we weren’t rabbits by any means. We didn’t even live together. I stayed over, occasionally, when school didn’t get in the way, but we had a very healthy sex life. Now it’s like he has put his cock on ice. I’m going to fucking explode with all the testosterone around here and no way to release my urge. I am really, really glad that I don’t have a penis because I would be walking around with a constant hard-on. I seriously have these thoughts that make me want to rut up against something like a crazy fuckin’ cat in heat. Oh my God! Hunter is right! I’m a rabid pussy! They’ll call animal control to have me put down if I don’t get laid soon!
Landon walks back into the room ending my thoughts about animal control and vaginally administered tranquilizers. Hunter takes one look at the box in Landon’s hand and doubles over in laughter. “I’m not playing Scrabble with you, dumbass! Don’t we have Twister?” he asks winking at me.
“Idiot! You can’t play that on a bus, we’d fall for sure,” I say with a giggle.
Spreading his legs wide he rubs his crotch through his jeans. “I’ll catch you. Won’t even need to use my hands.”
“Hey, how about we play but we attach a little wager?” Cam says, pulling her mouth off of Aiden long enough to get into the conversation. Looking around she wrinkles her nose in disgust. “The bus is a fuckin’ mess you know? We can’t keep goin’ with it like this. If Daisy and I win you guys have to clean the entire bus, do the laundry and restock the pantry. If we lose then you guys pick…” she says making Hunter’s brow raise, “No sexual favors for you, Cunter. I’m a one shaft only, Shaft groupie.”
Hunter frowns. Taking a drink of his beer he contemplates the situation then a smile spreads across his face reminding me a lot of the big bad wolf. I have gotten to know Hunter and his alter ego, so the big bad wolf fits. He is truly looking to corrupt and devour everything he touches. “Fine. We go head to head in an X-rated words only, Scrabble match. Two on two and when Gray and I win you two lovely ladies will clean the bus in g-string bikinis, inside and out, while we sit and watch.”
Aiden glares at his brother, “No fuckin’ way, asshole,” he says wrapping his arms around Cam. “I didn’t even share my toys with you when we were kids.”
“No huffin’ or puffin’, big bad wolf or I’ll kick your teeth in. Strip club rules apply here. You know, no touchin’ the merchandise,” I blurt, making Landon’s eyes dart to mine in shock. “If you keep your hands off, I’m in,” I say looking at Gray with a grin. “If we win, which we will, all of you men will clean the bus in nothing but teeny, tiny little thongs yourself. Sure you wanna do this?” I say turning my grin to Hunter.
“Gray?” Hunter asks, smiling wickedly.
Gray arches a brow as they bump fists. “Set the board up, fucker, let’s do this.”
Tad sprawls out on the couch typing away on his phone. Hunter and Gray set up the board at the small kitchenette table as Cam and I sit across from them ready to kick ass and take names. “So typical point system applies, you’re only allowed to use words deemed X-rated by the judges,” Aiden says, hopping up on the counter. Looking over, he rolls his eyes at Landon who just sinks further into the chair getting lost in his laptop. “Yo! Big Man, you in on this shit?” Aiden calls up to Henry who is manning the wheel.
“Yell out the words, I’ll say yay or nay but I’m not wearin’ a fuckin’ ass-floss pasty. You don’t want that close of a look at the monster if you aren’t gonna feed ‘em.”
“Fair enough,” Aiden relents, shaking his head.
All four of us have our seven tiles each. We do a draw to see who goes first, the guys win. Hunter slams down A-N-A-L on the board, then sits back smugly crossing his arms over his chest. “Anal counts. That’s four points,” Aiden says writing down the score on t
he pad.
“Anal? Figures you sick bastard,” Henry says with a chuckle. “Whatcha got ladies?”
Cam and I scan our little racks of letters. I grin at her as I place my tiles on the board. “B-L-O-W” Aiden reads off. Henry gives his approval as well earning us eight points.
“A good blow will always beat out anal,” Cam says with a giggle.
Aiden shakes his head with a groan. “Alright Gray, your turn,” he says, gesturing to the board. Gray’s eyes meet mine. I watch as his fingers brush along the tiles, making me curl my toes under the table. His brow knits in concentration as he moves tiles around and smiles wickedly.
“C-L-I-T-O-R-I-S” Aiden shouts at Henry, making Landon’s head dart up to us. “Great job Gray, you finally found one!”
“Fuck you shit-brick,” Gray growls. “I get a fifty point bonus on top of it,” He yanks the paper from Aiden, counting up his letters. “…ten more for the word. That gives us sixty four points. I see bikinis in our future. I think the kitchen floor needs to be scrubbed with toothbrushes,” he says winking at me, making me blush.
“What the fuck does he mean a fifty point bonus?” Cam says looking at Aiden, her eyes full of panic.
“He cleared his rack, babe. Used all seven of his tiles… fifty point bonus,” Aiden explains when she yanks the rules away from Gray and reads.
“Damn it!” she shouts tossing the paper back at Aiden. “This is bullshit!”
“We’ve got this,” I tell her as I nudge her shoulder trying to help her relax. Shit, she is wound tight as hell over just one round. Pulling my eyes from Gray, I start looking through our tiles as he draws new ones.
By the time Henry parks the bus we’re all laughing hysterically. There’s only about thirty points keeping the guys in the lead right now. I had to fight Hunter on using the word blue-ball, since it’s hyphenated. Aiden quickly came to our defense making Hunter and Gray tell him how pussy whipped he is.
“I’m not pussy whipped,” he says winking at Cam, “I whip pussy!”
Cam blushes but laughs along with us. Landon and Tad have given input over word arguments but nothing more than that. They have opted out of the bet earning them the ‘Pussies of the Tour’ award from Aiden.
“You are what you eat,” Landon says smugly.
All eyes fall on me and I nearly explode with rage. Turning around in the bench seat I glare at Landon. This man has never talked about me like that. He hasn’t said anything remotely sexual to me for days; now, here he is acting like he just ate at the ‘Y’? Oh hell no! I’ve been rejected at every turn and everyone on the bus knows it. “Really Landon?” I snap. His eyes meet mine as he winces. “Maybe you should be over here watching for the educational value, at least.”
Tad chokes on his water as the chorus of ‘oh burn’ and ‘damn’ rolls out around me. Hunter reaches out to bump my fist. “Girl, you’re a fuckin’ legend.”
“You’ve never complained before,” Landon spits. Standing up, he throws his computer angrily to the couch.
“I’ve never applauded either, asshole.”
“I don’t see you getting a standing fucking ovation either, Daisy. Why are you being such a bitch?” Landon snarls angrily. Uh oh did I strike a nerve?
“You have no idea what I’m like in bitch mode yet, Landon. My advice is not to fuckin’ push me,” I bite out. The silence is madness. The tension is so thick it’s making me squirm. Everyone is watching us, their eyes darting between Landon and me. Just waiting for the first punch to be thrown or someone to get naked and prove a point.
“Before there’s unnecessary bloodshed, I say we call this game quits. You can let me observe. I really would hate to see Daisy kill Landon,” Hunter says, leaning his elbows on the table. “Although, I’d be happy to critique your sexual performances for reference. Like the X-Factor, we can just call it the O-Factor.” I kick Hunter under the table and Gray smacks him in the back of the head. “Oh, yeah I like it rough. Landon your pussy has claws,” he teases.
“That’s it,” I huff. “Time to end this shit and get some guys cleaning.” I glance back and forth at the tiles working them back and forth with the free letters on the board. I have to get a bonus, whether it be a triple word score or use all my tiles. That’s the only option to win here and I will not lose this damn game to Cunter. My smile spreads as I grab my seven tiles that will intersect two words perfectly. Hunter and Gray lean up watching my fingers as I place my letters. Gray’s eyes go dark and hooded as I look up at them with a wide smile.
“S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G-S…” Aiden and Henry look at each other. “Holy shit!” They turn to the bar and start tallying up my score.
After a minute Henry turns around to pat my shoulder. “Fuckin’ genius, girl.”
Aiden tosses the tablet down showing where he added up my score. “Not only did she empty her tiles for a fifty point bonus, she got a triple word score. She got ninety eight points for that little gem,” he says, almost proudly. “Meaning the girls win with a combined score of 432. Sorry guys,” Aiden says, and Cam jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, knocking him back into the counter as she covers him in kisses.
“You fuckin’ pussy whipped sonuvabitch!” Hunter yells, jumping up from the table bumping into Cam and Aiden in the process. “Spankings isn’t an X-rated word!” he shouts, getting up in his face.
“Then obviously you aren’t doing it right, Hunter,” I tease, as I stand, kissing him on the cheek. “Don’t be a sore loser and if anyone needs a bit of manscaping I suggest you three get to it. The bus is filthy,” I say walking from the kitchen. “Oh and don’t forget the outside needs a good wash down too,” I say with a giggle. Cam leans her head back, laughing hysterically.
“Three?” Aiden asks. “Clearly, I’m exempt here right? Just a judge remember?”
“There’s no way! You bitches fuckin’ cheated,” Hunter says and it comes out almost like a whine.
Tad looks over and laughs, “You made the bet, ass. Now go get ready to show yours off. I posted our location to the fan page, and posted updates of the game. There should be a good sized crowd gathering up out there expecting all three of you out there shakin’ asses. So yes, Aiden, you will be out there with Hunter and Grayson,” he drawls.
“Fuck me. I didn’t agree to this shit Tad!” Aiden says angrily, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, I’m not a pussy, I’ll take one for the team. For the fans. Plus, it gives Cam something to drool over,” He teases kissing her forehead.
Henry looks out the window and laughs, “Yep. Look at that, you already got some with popcorn out there. Get your dirty clothes together, I’ll send that shit out if you find a dry cleaners, Aiden.” Aiden nods then starts thumbing something into his phone.
Gray breaks up Hunter’s bitch fest, shoving him toward the bunks. “A bet’s a bet man. Let’s get it over with.”
Chapter Six
Hang Out With Your Wang Out
Twenty minutes later, I am sitting outside in a lounger next to Cam with beers, thanks to Henry. “It’s been long enough! Where’s the man-candy?” Cam shouts, as Landon flings open the bus door strutting over to us.
His eyes go wide taking in our bikini clad bodies sprawled out. “What the hell, Daisy? You won, why are you wearing that?” he asks sitting at the foot of my lounger.
“We’re workin’ on our tans Landon,” Cam answers for me. “Oh, and by the way, you’re blockin’ our view. So, unless you have a thong under those jeans...” she says lifting her shades a bit, “Buh-bye then, Sweets.”
Landon rolls his eyes as he stomps over to where Tad and Henry are talking to some fans, waiting for the show to start. The guys of Shaft don’t disappoint either. Music starts pumping through some outdoor speakers Henry set up when Aiden struts down the steps first, in his boots and a bright green thong completely owning it. The thought hits me; I turn to Cam, nearly choking on my beer. “Cam, you realize that they may have already had these on the bus, in their bags, right?”
We laugh, just as a pair of bare feet hit the bottom step and I lose it. I can barely see through my tears as Hunter looks over at us in a yellow thong, his glare is probably meant to kill us but it only makes us laugh harder.
“Quit poutin’ and grab a sponge, pretty boy,” Henry says with a laugh, earning him both of Hunter’s middle fingers.
Gray walks down the steps, his eyes meeting mine. My eyes drift down to the little black piece of fabric that barely covers him and quickly jerks back to his face. He’s hard! Oh my God! Looking down he blushes. Turning away from us, he grabs a sponge and starts scrubbing the bus. Cam and I watch the three bare asses bend to reach the lower spots. Each time he bends or stretches, Gray’s cheeks tense making my insides quiver. Clear your thoughts, Daisy. Don’t go there. I repeat over and over in my head, trying to ignore what is stirring in my blood right now. It’s roaring through my veins, pumping through my ears making me completely crazy.
“I don’t know about you, Daisy, but if Aiden bends over one more time I’m goin’ to need bail money. I can’t take much more of this,” she says, rolling her beer bottle over her forehead. “Work that ass, baby!” Cam shouts, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Whew! Shake it for me!”
Aiden turns, walking over toward us. He struts and shimmies to the beat of the music with a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re slackin’…” Cam says when he leans down over her.
“I am,” he agrees. “I missed a spot.”
“Did you?” Leaning up, she lifts her sunglasses from her face looking closely at the bus.
“Yep, I did,” Aiden squeezes the sponge over Camaron, drenching her.
“Aiden! You asshole!” she squeals leaping off the lounger.
Aiden grabs her, pulling her flush against his nearly naked body. “Enjoyin’ the show, Cam?” he asks, nuzzling her ear. “Like watchin’ all of us hang out with our wangs out?”