Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  His eyes heat immediately. “Is this ‘fuck me Gray I’m angry at Landon’ sex?” he asks as I run my fingers through his hair.

  “No,” I whisper shaking my head. “This is ‘fuck me Gray I’m yours’ sex.”

  “Baby, as much as I wanna fuck you against that wall, I don’t want to explain to Henry why we’re calling him from a police station in Vegas. He really does have his hands full with Cunter. How ‘bout we go check out the strip? I might even let you hold my hand while I get some new ink.”

  “If that’s how you wanna play it, Sex and Sin, then I’m game.” I shrug then start walking down the sidewalk, fumbling a bit in my heels thanks to the great buzz I have going. Gray catches up to me, wrapping his arm around me to keep me from falling as we look for a tattoo parlor.

  An hour later, I sit watching as Gray finishes sketching what he wants tattooed along the bottom of his abdomen from a guy named Luke. He won’t let me see it, going to such lengths as to say that I need to be blindfolded if I go back with him. Of course, he pouts so sexily that I can’t say no. I watch his teeth sink into his bottom lip, deep in concentration. The alcohol in my system right now tells me we could take advantage of a bathroom right now but I know Gray isn’t a quickie kinda guy; so, I’ll be waiting for a while. Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it while I wait though because I am.

  Jumping to his feet, he hands the sketch off so that the outline can be worked up then whispers something to the guy. Yanking a bandana from his pocket, the guy tosses it to Gray with a grin. Stalking across the room towards me, Grayson runs the fabric up my arm watching as it runs over my skin. “You gonna wear this, Wildflower?” he purrs seductively.

  “Anywhere…anytime…” I purr right back.

  “Fuck me,” he breathes, tying the cloth loosely behind my head to cover my eyes.

  I shrug blindly, when he helps me to my feet. “That was the plan. Don’t say I didn’t offer.”

  “Come on,” he chuckles; guiding me back to the room.

  I sit quietly, blindfolded, on the stool at Gray’s head as he lies on the workbench. One hand above his head, fingers laced with mine while his thumb runs circles along my wrist. It isn’t lost on me that Grayson is soothing me while he is getting a tattoo. The only sounds I hear are the gun buzzing and Gray’s labored breathing as I run my fingers through his hair with my free hand. I focus on his breathing, warm against my chest hitting me like waves crashing into the shore. Every rough exhale making my toes curl as I anticipate his mouth on me. The alcohol in my system is starting to wear off now making me painfully aware of how I snapped at the waitress. “I really said I would fuck her up, didn’t I?” I whisper.

  Gray just laughs. “Yeah, you did. It was hot as hell baby.” Leaning down, to nuzzle his neck, I groan. “Oh Wildflower, don’t worry you’ll be fine. You’ve got me.”

  “Do I?” I ask, feeling way too damned sorry for myself.

  “Are you seriously suggesting that you don’t?” he asks in disbelief. “Daisy, I haven’t even looked at another chick since that night at the bar. I told you, baby, you busted through the wire, the shield, every goddamn defense I’ve ever put up to keep people out. You did that in a fuckin’ week! So, Daisy, I’d say it’s pretty fuckin’ clear you’ve got all of me if that’s what you want.” Gray touches his lips to mine then nuzzles into my hair as his tattoo gets finished.

  “Are you ready to see it?” Luke asks, after he shuts off the gun.

  I feel Gray slide off the table, his hands untying the knot on the bandana. My eyes adjust to the light as he stands before me. My gaze goes straight to his hips as I take in the words written in an old English script: Sex and Sin. Moving up to meet his eyes I’m stopped by the shield covering his heart. A few Daisy petals lie around the bottom. Still red and irritated from shading behind the shield, a single daisy stands tall, almost proud, as it completely turns my world upside down. “Because you’re the only one that got in: the only person that I want to shield now,” he whispers, just as I wrap my arms around his neck, crushing my lips to his.

  Gray’s tongue dives into my mouth, his arms pulling me tightly against him. Panting uncontrollably as we devour each other, his hands squeeze my ass through my leather skirt as my palm slides down to my favorite place on his body; flat against his shield. Feeling his heartbeat as it thumps wildly against my hand. My fingertips lightly brushing the daisy so I don’t hurt him, making him growl into my mouth.

  “Hey! You’ve gotta let me bandage that before you two get too heated.”

  We break apart breathing heavily. Walking over, Luke chuckles as he treats the bandages over Gray’s new ink. “How long you two been married?” he asks, as Gray pulls his shirt over his head.

  “We aren’t,” I blurt.

  The three of us fall into an uncomfortable silence. Gray pays for his tattoos after the awkward conversation. We walk out into the front room just as a whirlwind of red hair flies through the door with a bag. “I’m sorry Luke, I was running late.” Her voice making me jerk my head up meeting sea green eyes that I saw just last night. Chase.

  “It’s all good, baby girl. We just finished up. Now give me that food.” I watch the guy who spent over three hours tattooing Gray grabs the bag from her hand, immediately diving into the fries.

  I am standing there like a deer in the headlights as I watch Cunter’s so called, Tiger Lily, hop up onto the counter stealing a handful of Luke’s fries. She sits there swinging her legs studying me. Chase isn’t in a tight little dress like last night but even in skinny jeans and a baggy green sweater I know that it’s her. Then the alcohol fog clears and it hits me. My bet with Hunter! This is my chance to win or lose. I contemplate how to ask her about their night since it looks like she is real cozy with Luke.

  “Do I know you from somewhere?” she asks beating me to the punch. “You both look very familiar.”

  “Maybe. Last night I introduced Hunter Chesterfield from Shaft at a club,” I say, trying to be vague for her sake. At least until I’m sure who Luke is to her. “But I guess it was the night before now,” I murmur glancing at my watch realizing the sun will be up in a couple hours.

  “Didn’t you go see the Shaft concert earlier, Sis?” Luke says, making me smile. Chase is his sister!

  “Sure did,” she says with a nod. “Yep. That’s where I know you from. The club.”

  “Yeah that was a memorable night,” I say winking at Gray, who knows where this is going. He shakes his head then slips his jacket on.

  “It was fine. There were some laughs. I had my fun but nothing I could write home about,” Chase says shrugging.

  I double over in laughter making her jump. “Oh please, please can I get you to say this into my phone?” I beg as I set up the video recorder.

  “Okay?” she says, clearly confused, when I angle the lens at her.

  “Oh just a little bet with Hunter is all. The cocky bastard needs to be brought back to Earth for a while.” Chase’s eyes heat and her smile spreads. “I love the look on your face right now. I can tell you’re plotting.”

  “Let’s go have a talk in the back,” she says, leaping from the counter, grabbing my arm she leads me down the hall as Luke looks at Gray who is just shaking his head.

  Closing the door to an office Chase leans against the wall. “So, what’s his deal anyway?” she asks. I can see something in her eyes as she clearly runs through the night in her mind.

  “He is an asshole but a relatively okay guy, I guess. Just high on himself.”

  “That’s a bit of an understatement,” she giggles. “So what do you need from me?”

  I tap my fingers on the desk as I think. Do I really want to know what went on? Fuck no! I want her to say it was shit and forgettable. Then I want to make him march his pretty ass into a diner in a frilly dress. The smile spreads across my face, my plot coming together. “We’re going to deflate poor Cunter’s ego,” I say then lay out my plan.

  Twenty minutes and one fabulous IPhone v
ideo later, I walk back out grabbing Gray’s hand. “I’ll call you soon, Chase. Thanks for everything!”

  Halfway down the block, Gray stops me. “So what exactly did you two do in there?”

  “Oh, I just conducted a Cunter sex survey to prove my point,” I shrug. “Pretty frills are in that fucker’s future. Although, I feel bad for him so I may still buy him bacon. Chase wasn’t very impressed,” I say clicking my tongue.

  “Fuck, you’re Grayson Cole!” A guy shouts in front of some all-night wedding chapel. He runs down the steps with a woman following behind him. “Dude you rocked the shit outta that show. I asked her to marry me after you sang Lifeline. My name’s Davin, this is my best bitch, Nora.”

  Gray shakes his hand with a smile. “Thanks bro, good to meet you both.”

  Davin looks nervous, “Would you? I mean I know you’re busy but would you two be witnesses for us? I shouldn’t ask. Never mind,” he says turning back to the steps.

  “Wait!” I shout, looking to Gray. “We should do it. How cool would it be for them to tell their kids right?” I say nudging him.

  “Ah, what the hell,” Gray shrugs then we walk up the steps following them into the building.

  This was probably a bad idea. What was I thinking, offering to watch two people in love get married? Not one of my best ideas. Luckily there is a bar in the chapel. Who would’ve thought? After doing shots with the happy couple while they wait for their turn I’m feeling pretty numb. Gray is pretty lit too from the looks of him. His hands are all over me while I sit on a stool spinning my empty shot glass between my fingers. Stepping between my legs Gray kisses my lips gently. “The things I want to do to you right now…” he growls.

  “Can any of them be done in the bathroom of an all-night wedding chapel?” I purr into his ear. Gray’s hands slide up my thighs. My eyes flutter closed when he runs his tongue just under my ear. “Gray…”

  “They’re ready for us now,” Nora says, coming around the corner putting a halt to my almost bathroom stall sex session.

  “Awesome, let’s get you two hitched,” Gray says, helping me from my stool to follow them into the chapel.

  “You know I was supposed to be Mrs. Cole?” I laugh half-heartedly. “Although, Landon and his meticulous ass would never get married here like this; but it was always the plan for me to be Daisy Cole. I was happy with Landon, and happy to get married. I wasn’t excited about the planning though, Gray, it was just number six on a fuckin’ list,” I continue to ramble plunking down into the front row as Gray pulls me into his side.

  “Daisy, when I said that you were off limits to the guys because you were going to be Daisy Cole; I didn’t exactly mean that I wanted to stand there watching while you marry my brother.”

  “What?” I yell in a hushed whisper.

  “Listen to me. You’re gonna be Mrs. Cole, but you’re not going to be Landon’s wife. You’ll be mine. It’ll be me takin’ care of you. I’ll get to hear your laugh, feel your skin against mine; not fuckin’ Landon. Weeks from now, months from now, years even, it’s not goin’ to change what I want. So why not just do it now?”

  “Gray, we’ve known each other just over a week or something. Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me? Because it sounds like…”

  Covering my lips with his fingers, Grayson Cole rocks my world yet again. “Tell me you’ll fuckin’ marry me Wildflower.”

  My heart nearly leaps into my throat. I wait for the thoughts to swirl in my head. The voice to scream for me to run like hell for home and leave this behind me, but it doesn’t come. “I’ll fuckin’ marry you, Sex and Sin,” I retort with a smirk.

  Turning to Davin and Nora, Gray smiles. “So if we witness for your wedding; will you witness for ours?”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Diamond Rings and Tiger Lilies

  BANG BANG BANG! I roll over, pulling the pillow over my head. BANG BANG BANG! “Gray, I’m sure going to miss whoever’s bangin’ on that door.”

  “Room service assmoles!” I hear Hunter shout through the door. “I’m not leavin’ so just open up and say AH!”

  Peeking out from under the pillow I meet Gray’s annoyed face. “Mornin’ wife,” he purrs, pulling me against him.

  My eyes soften at the way it sounds coming from his mouth. I run my fingers down tracing his bandage covering the flower. My flower. Leaning down I brush my lips against it softly. “Is it sore?” I ask when he hisses out a breath.

  “No, but now I’m hard,” he says, making me giggle. “I love your fuckin’ laugh, Mrs. Cole,” he murmurs, rolling me beneath him.

  “Get the fuck off of her man and answer the door!” Hunter yells, beating on the door harder this time. Jeez where is the hotel security when you need it?

  Gray rolls off of me onto the floor, pulling his jeans on commando. “Oh, Mr. Cole, I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave,” I say with a giggle when he walks toward the door.

  “No you love to watch me come,” he shouts as I leap from the bed, running to the bathroom to get dressed.

  I walk out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a SHAFT t-shirt to find Hunter sprawled out across the bed. “Afternoon, Sunshine,” he says sweetly.

  “Oh but it was,” I tease. “We had a great night last night. After the show, we ran into a friend of yours,” I say, barely containing my excitement. Walking over I grab my phone from the table then hand it to him. “I made a video last night with your Tiger Lily,” I say with a wink.

  Hunter’s eyes go wide when he presses play and Chase’s face pops up on the screen. Her voice filling the room makes the smile spread across my face. “Hi, Hunter. I ran into Daisy at the tattoo shop a bit ago. We had a long talk then she asked me a few questions about you. I wish I could tell her something memorable. Yes, we danced that night for a while. Then you and I spent the night together but I just don’t remember it being as world rocking as you did. I mean, I remember your thong, I remember Daisy, even dancing with you.” She shakes her head on the screen. “I just don’t remember Earth shattering sex. I mean, maybe you should hand out gift baskets like Daisy suggested. I had to go home and fuck my vibrator twice just to get off. Totally fine though, babe, it happens to every guy at some point. Better luck with the next one, yeah?” she says blowing a kiss into the screen.

  “She’s a fuckin’ liar!” he roars. I laugh as Gray wraps his arms around me from behind. “I’ll find her just to prove it even if I have to fuck her on the table of that tattoo shop!” Hunter’s eyes roam over us as his wheels turn in his head. “So, what’s the ink?” Gray pulls back from me letting me pull the bandage away from his abdomen. “Sex and Sin? I gotta tell ya man. That’s badass,” Hunter says standing to bump his fist. “What did you do to your chest?” he says pointing to the other bandage.

  Gray nods at me when my palms slide up his chest. I pull the bandage away, Gray’s eyes never leaving mine. “Would you two stop fuckin’ each other in your heads long enough to show me the damn ink? Henry left me to tend to some top secret shit so I’m lonely and hungry.” Hunter groans pushing me away. “Fuck man. You inked a bitch on you? Not just a bitch but your brother’s bitch!”

  “Daisy’s mine, Cunter,” Gray growls getting up in his face. “Don’t call her a bitch again. EVER.”

  “Yep, Daisy is his alright,” Tad shouts from the door making us jump. He walks arrogantly into the room followed by Landon carrying a folder in his hand.

  “We fired you,” Hunter says pointing at Tad. “Get the fuck out.”

  “My contract is very clear, Mr. Chesterfield; if you weren’t drunk all the time you would have read it. You can’t terminate either of us without a justifiable reason. Our sexual preferences? Well, that would be discrimination. You wouldn’t want a law suit would you?” Tad says handing Grayson the folder. “This is a press release stating that Grayson and Daisy got married last night. Or should I say this morning rather?”

  “They what?” Landon and Hunter shout in unison.


  Landon shoves past Tad, nearly ramming into Gray, the papers scattering to the floor at their feet. “She was my fiancé, Grayson! The moment she took her ring off you pounced on her? You’re my goddamn brother!” Landon’s fist connects with Gray’s jaw sending them both knocking back into the wall.

  Gray spits blood from his mouth. “I fuckin’ love her. I wanted her ever since that first night. I fought against it hard, so did Daisy. If you had felt anything for her, like I do, you would’ve fought for her. Moved Heaven and fuckin’ Earth to make her smile every goddamn day! I’ll fight for her and protect her every fuckin’ day that I’m breathin’. After what she’s walked in on in the last week, did you honestly think you’d get to keep her? Landon, I didn’t pounce on your girl, man, you lost her when you pushed her away and right into my arms. Now that’s where she stays because I would never make her feel like she’s second place.”

  Landon growls, shoving Gray again. Running over I put myself between them, my back against Gray’s chest as I stare up at Landon. “I am where I want to be Landon. I’m sorry but last night was about getting closure. Walking in on the three of you was all the closure I’ll ever need. You two should just go.”

  “Oh but we won’t,” Tad says. Walking over he wraps an arm around Landon’s shoulders. “You see you can’t just fire us.”

  “The hell if we can’t! You sneaky bastards plotted this shit from day one!” Hunter yells, then stomps over meeting Tad toe to toe.

  “If you try to unjustifiably, we have grounds for legal action. So, since Landon and I feel threatened, for the remainder of the tour we demand separate travel arrangements from the band. Also separate lodging because we won’t be on the bus anymore. It’s all in the contracts, like I said. I think it’s really best for all parties, wouldn’t you agree? We only see each other when necessary. I’ll correspond with Henry or Aiden only,” Tad says as I nod, trying to process all of this. “Now, if that’s settled then, all I have to say is: enjoy your three day honeymoon Mr. and Mrs. Cole,” Tad finishes then turns toward the door to leave.