by Liz Crowe
“Well, you heard it here ladies, Shaft has officially had two of the three members tamed. Attack Hunter while you still can. I hear you lost a bet; now, you have to do a little striptease at a club downtown?” she asks, making Hunter smile.
“That’s right, ladies, come down tonight I’ll shake it for ya. I just get so lonely,” he says, trying his best to sound pathetic.
Jesse giggles, completely falling over herself to flirt with Hunter, leaving her partner to keep the conversation going. Then, he announces the name of the club along with all the details for both their concerts while here in Vegas. The guys say their goodbyes, walking out of the room just as Cam walks back out of the bathroom looking like her mini-break down never happened.
Her eyes meet mine in a silent plea as Aiden wraps his arms around her lifting her from the ground. I watch her force a giggle when he swings her around then kiss her. If Cam thinks that leaving Aiden is what’s best for him then she is crazy. He is head over heels for her. There is no way she can just walk away from something like that is there? They are so good together I just hope she sees it before it’s too late. If Camaron walks away from Aiden she will regret it for the rest of her life.
“You good?” Gray asks, grabbing my hand, interlacing our fingers.
“Yep, let’s go eat then get ready to watch Cunter shake ‘dat ass,” I tease, as Hunter smacks his ass cheek while he gyrates in front of the elevator.
“That’s right you sexy bitches. I’m gonna make it rain hundred dollar bills!” he whoops, as he hits the call button, nearly making me lose my appetite.
Chapter Fifteen
Radioactive Crotchcunters
Hunter is sulking by the time we pull up at the club. Cam has perfected his outfit while Aiden helped me search for just the right song to make Cunter’s night. Of course we couldn’t make it easy for him. We couldn’t just give him something sexy that he could grind to. There is no way this is going to be easy for him. According to all the guys, there is only one song that makes his skin crawl. One song that was the only real choice.
Grabbing the mic from the bouncer, I strut up on stage in my little black dress. My electric blue heels clicking along the stage as I walk under the spot light. “How’s every one tonight?” I get some screams but mostly some drunk chicks yelling to bring on the men. “Well, I’ve got a treat for you tonight ladies. Have any of you heard of a band called Shaft?” I ask, as I twirl my hair innocently around my finger. The ladies are all screaming now in full blown hysteria. I wink at our table where Gray sits laughing. “What if I were to tell you that Hunter, the lead singer of Shaft, is goin’ to give you a night you’ll never forget?” Nearly the entire room full of women rush the stage holding up hands full of bills. “Well, I won’t keep you waiting then. Ladies, Hunter Chesterfield!”
Hunter rushes to the stage in his usual jeans and black t-shirt, but he’s replaced his boots with sneakers. As the music starts to play, his eyes shoot to mine. “You fuckin’ bitches!” he growls as the ‘Thong Song’ echoes through the club. “I hate this goddamn song!” he says, flipping me the middle finger.
All the ladies screaming draw his attention enough to let me make my way over to him. “Now, now Cunter, you know you love me, you little attention whore,” I purr as I run a dollar bill up his arm. “I’m givin’ you exactly what you want, aren’t I? Rabid pussy…but you’re gonna have to work for it,” I say, tossing it to the floor. I hear him yelling something that sounds like ‘fuck it’ when I walk off the stage toward our table. Sitting down beside Gray, I watch as Hunter rips his shirt over his head; thrusting his hips wildly as he throws it into the crowd. He gropes his crotch, shoving his jeans down his thighs. The women are screaming, money is flying up on the stage as he kicks his jeans out into the sea of women dying for a piece of him.
The sequins that Cam has sewn onto his thong reflect the light as he drops to his knees, grinding against the floor. Jumping to his feet, he faces away from all of us shaking his ass to the beat. I think a chick faints when he dips his hips nearly touching his ass to the floor. Our entire table laughs as Hunter slaps his ass when a woman climbs on stage shoving bills in the front of his yellow thong. “It’s a banana colored banana hammock!” Cam laughs.
Henry whistles loudly. “That’s right fucker! Shake that sequined ass for your bacon money!”
Pulling a screaming woman on stage, Hunter grinds against her while she gropes his ass making him grin. Turning them around, he grabs her hands as he sits her in the chair. Straddling her lap, he ruts all over her like a dog, until the song ends. She is screaming so loud that you can hear her above everyone else. Hunter looks over at me as he slides off her lap. Jumping from the stage, he walks over to our table in nothing but that ridiculous yellow bedazzled thong.
Grabbing the chair next to me, he flops into it stretching lazily. “You realize I’m gonna get you back for makin’ me dance to that song right? I would’ve rather done the fuckin’ Macarena!” he groans, yanking the glass from my hand.
“Hey, get your own, asshole!” I shout as he downs my drink.
“I’ll pay ya back just dive in, take what ya need,” he says, wickedly thrusting his crotch in my direction.
Hunter’s fans start surrounding our table. Once they realize the entire band is here tonight, it’s chaos, putting an end to any hopes Henry had for an easy night. Hunter has a groupie on his lap who he’s begging to help him find the bathroom.
“Hey Cunter, did you bring your gift baskets?” Cam teases as she swirls the straw in her glass.
The groupie looks at her, “Cam-ER-on is it? I heard the interview today on the radio. Why are you so worried about us, if you’ve already nailed one?” Leaning over she touches Aiden’s cheek. “Unless you wanna switch? I don’t mind.”
Cam jumps up from Aiden’s lap, grabs the mouthy bitch by the shirt, shoving her to the wall behind Hunter’s chair. “Listen up, you radioactive crotchcricket; you’re fuckin’ with the wrong one. The name is Cam-A-ron, with A’s like the car. I’m total class, all about the sass and not afraid to beat your ass. Not like those bitches who spell it with E’s. Just so you know…you’re just loose pussy for him,” she says, tossing over her shoulder where Hunter sits panting. “Once he’s wrung you out, he’ll be done with your snatch so you better take pictures, babe,” she spits angrily.
Cunter’s crotchcricket stomps away through the crowd of women waiting for some attention. Camaron looks around at everyone watching her then quickly retreats to Aiden’s lap. “What a way to make a scene Cam, shit!” Hunter says, slamming down another shot. “That was hot!”
She blushes. I look down and see her hands trembling in her lap. “Aiden, can’t we just go back to the bus?”
“Sure babe, if that’s what you want. Last night on the bus for the rest of the week,” Aiden says, stretching his arms above his head.
“Yeah us too,” Gray agrees looking over at Henry. “You got him Big Man?”
“Yeah,” Henry says with a nod. “Take a cab. I’ll have him back as soon as he’s drunk, fucked or shit outta luck. I mean it can go either way.”
“Come on ladies, I own this fuckin’ floor!” Hunter shouts, shaking his thong clad ass on the dance floor as the women surround him like moths to the flame. “What’s your name kitten?” he asks a red head who is shoved into him.
“Chase,” she purrs, meeting his eyes.
“You look like one too, kitten. Nothing better than a good chase,” he growls, pulling her against him.
“I’m gonna hurl,” I say to Gray. He laughs then pulls me into his side as we walk out the door with Cam and Aiden.
Back at the bus, Gray and I sit on the couch with Cam and Aiden watching some SyFy movie. We are snuggled up, eating popcorn, laughing about Hunter’s performance. “I can’t believe he was just walking around in that thing,” I giggle into Gray’s chest from under the blanket.
“Ha! That night we had to play that little arena naked? That was his idea. The idiot so
aks up attention like a crack whore,” Aiden says, blushing. “I still search YouTube for videos of that night; scared my ass is viral.”
I choke on my popcorn, as we all laugh at Aiden. “If your ass was viral, babe, I’d let you know,” Cam teases kissing his cheek.
“That’s not what I meant. My ass all over the internet is a bad idea. Cunter may not care who sees his shit dangle around but I do.”
“Why do you have such a hard on for this zombie shit, Aiden?” Gray asks as a pack of zombies attack a family in a car. I scream, diving under the cover into Gray’s lap. I do not do scary, bloody or gory. The stuff haunts me for days after. “Wildflower, you’re getting’ awful close to makin’ a horror movie out of my junk if you aren’t careful.”
Sitting up, I plop my ass in his lap making him grunt. I look at him through the hole in the blanket. “This isn’t funny. You’re goin’ to have to deal with a terrified sleep partner tonight.”
“Who says we’re sleepin’?” he asks waggling a brow at me.
“Well… I hate to leave you two but I’m suddenly really, really tired.” I fake a yawn as I stand. Then bolt down past the bunks into our room, as their laughter echoes through the bus behind me.
Grabbing the hem of my dress I pull it over my head, leaving me standing in just my blue lace thong. My body tingles as I feel Gray’s gaze burning into me. “You know that I can feel your eyes on me too, don’t you Gray?” I whisper, turning around to face him. His eyes are hooded and predatory as he steps toward me. “I have never felt sexier than when your eyes are on me.”
“Oh, so it’s not just me then?” he asks, his fingers thrumming the lace along my hips.
I shake my head, “No, not just you.”
“You get your chance to talk to Landon tomorrow,” Gray says, pushing my hair so that it falls down my back.
“I do. I’m meeting him after your show.”
“I want to be there, Daisy,” he says firmly.
“No, I want to face him alone, Grayson. I need that closure from Landon, then I can let go. Once he explains and I can somewhat understand his motives, I can move on.” My eyes meet his, my fingers running along his jeans then up under his shirt. I run the tips of my fingers along his abs, feeling every inch of his muscles twitch against my touch.
“Move on with me?” he asks. My only response is a nod, which earns me a smile. “I will be outside the door, Daisy, the entire time. We walk to the door together then I wait for you. If things get heated I’m taking you out of there. No negotiating that, Wildflower.”
I nod. “This is the end of the conversation portion of upcoming events, Gray.”
Leaning into me, Gray brushes his lips over mine. My fingers slide up, cupping his face in my hands. Reaching down I grab his shirt, flinging it over his head onto the floor behind him. The desire coursing through my veins is so strong right now, it’s the only thing fueling me. My hands slide slowly around his hips then popping the button open on his jeans. Revealing smooth skin bit by bit as I pull down the zipper then shove them down his thighs.
My eyes flit to his hard cock nearly standing straight up to his belly button. My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip, making him groan. “Daisy, the wait is killin’ me, baby. If you’re going to do something, do it please, before I go off without you even touchin’ me.”
Looking up at him through my lashes I can’t help but smile at the fact that I have him begging. I giggle, shoving him to the bed, I slide between his legs. Gray’s eyes are on me as I run my tongue up the length of his erection. I swirl my tongue then take him into my mouth. I let my lips slide down his length, slowly sliding along each piercing of his ladder. Gray fists his hands in the sheets. I watch while he tries to keep from losing control. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard as I pull back making him nearly come off the bed.
“Daisy…” he moans, as I hum against the base. “God baby!”
I cup his balls with my hand, running my thumb along the seam. Gray’s thighs tense beneath me, his cock swelling in my mouth. Crying out my name again, his hands dive into my hair, fisting the strands. Gray bucks his hips, I watch him completely come undone as his orgasm rips through him. Using my hand, I stroke him while I swallow his release.
I slide into bed next to him, propping my head on my hand watching him as he catches his breath. My fingers running along the shield on his chest as I feel his breathing slow. Gray’s pulse thumping against my fingers as I trace the ink over and over, making him smile at me. “You have it bad for my ink, baby,” he whispers breathlessly. His fingers thread through my hair, before he slams his mouth to mine.
His teeth nip at my lip as he rolls me beneath him, gliding his hands along my body. Sweetly, he caresses my thighs, moving up along my hips then skimming my belly, touching every inch of me. Grayson’s hands torture me, lovingly, bringing every single inch of my body to life until he finally slides into me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he pulls me onto his lap then braces his hands on the wall.
Gray thrusts his hips, slamming into my pelvis. His piercings rubbing against my walls, making me cry out. Our mouths collide, swallowing my cries. Reaching down between us, his thumb strokes me where our bodies meet, sending me crashing over the edge. Gray pulls his mouth from mine, meeting my eyes. “Feel how good we are together, Daisy?” he growls, increasing his thrusts making me clench around him. “Fuck baby!” he shouts, pumping into me, giving me every ounce of him as he fills me with his release.
Falling to his back, Gray pulls me onto his chest. “Don’t you forget that, Daisy. No matter what Landon has to say to you tomorrow, you remember how this feels right now.” He pushes his palm to my chest, like I always do, nearly making me cry. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as he stakes his claim. “You’re mine now, Wildflower,” he says, kissing me hard and deep. Rolling us to the pillows, he devours me like he always does. Gray eats at my lips as if he can’t live without me. I curl into his chest when he rests his chin on top my head. Our arms and legs are tangled in the sheets as our breathing slows. I want nothing more to tell him that he doesn’t need to worry because I am his. I have probably been his ever since the bar, just like he said. I let my eyes close as I drift to sleep. “She got through every fuckin’ thing; shield and all,” he whispers so lightly that I almost swear I was dreaming; but, whether it’s real or not, I do know it makes me smile.
Chapter Sixteen
What Happens in Vegas is a Clusterfuck
The next day is a complete blur. We check into our hotel for the week, where Gray and I are sharing a room. Which shouldn’t seem like a big deal, because we have slept in the same room all along, but it is like we are making a statement. I guess we are, though, aren’t we?
After settling in our rooms, we all head down to a restaurant to eat before the guys have to leave for sound check. Cam and I are planning to go shopping before the show. Which is code-word for she wants details on Landon. Then, of course, there is the fact that I want to beat some sense into her so she doesn’t walk off on Aiden, wrecking them both in the process.
I can’t tell Gray that, secretly, I don’t want to go to sound check because I don’t want to run into Landon or Tad yet. I don’t want there be a fight that will possibly ruin the show tonight. I know that Landon was right for suggesting that we meet afterword. I also don’t know what can be solved by talking it all out but I hope it is enough to keep the peace.
If Gray and I are going to make something work between us, I don’t want it to come between them. I have let myself foolishly think that there can be a Gray and me, even when I know Cam is right. Shaft is about to hit the big time, the last thing they need is to be tied down in their prime. Even though I have these feelings for Grayson, which I am pretty sure he feels for me, I don’t want to think about the cliff I am teetering on. I can fall at any time into the abyss.
Can I really put everything out there just to shatter when I land, because Gray isn’t on the same page as me? He feels for me, though. I heard
him last night, I know that I did. I just have to get through this with Landon then find out where Gray and I stand. Like Cam said, I can always get out before it gets too deep, right? Oh, who am I kidding? I am just as caught up as she is and I know it.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna go to sound check with me?” Gray asks, pulling me from my thoughts as he nuzzles my neck in the booth, while Henry pays the check.
“No. I don’t want to see Landon before the show; plus, I need some girl time,” I murmur. My fingers twisting in his hair as he sucks a patch of skin on my neck then lightly nips with his teeth. His hands running inside my jacket, sliding under my tank top making me ache for him. “Gray…” I whisper, but it comes out more like a moan.
“I know. I know,” he says pulling back. He puffs out his bottom lip in the sexiest damn pout I have ever seen.
“Stop pouting, Sex and Sin,” I say nipping at his lip ring. “As soon as you’re done tonight, I’ll go have a chat with Landon, then I’m all yours for three whole days, until your next concert. Whatever will we do with all that down time?”
“Lots of room service…” he says, trailing his mouth along my jaw. “Plenty of naked friend time… I plan to have tons of naked friend time.” He nibbles along my ear. “Oh and your new list,” he says pulling back, making me nearly whine as he grabs it from his back pocket. “Let’s see here…” Gray scans the list. “You have ink but can always get more if the mood hits you. Then there’s plenty of fun to be had in Vegas, Wildflower. We’re going to have lots of fun.”
“So which song are you singin’ tonight?” I ask hoping for a hint.
Kissing my lips he shakes his head. “No hints, except it’s for you. Always for you.”
“Let’s go guys,” Aiden calls from the door where he is saying bye to Cam.
Gray stands, pulling me up with him. “I’ll see ya before the show, baby. Buy somethin’ hot.” I nod as he kisses me sweetly, then he walks out the door with the rest of the guys.