Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  Landon looks broken, his blue eyes clouded in pain while watching Gray’s arms wrap around my waist protectively. Leaning in, Landon kisses my forehead making me tense against Gray. “Everything I did was for you, Daisy,” he whispers sounding defeated.

  “Landon, come on now pet. We’ve got lots to do before the next show,” Tad says commandingly. Landon bows his head then follows Tad out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

  My legs give but luckily Gray keeps me pulled against him. Turning me in his arms he meets my eyes. “Don’t wilt, Wildflower. I’ve got you.” Brushing his lips over mine I melt into him.

  “You told Landon that you love me,” I whisper into his mouth.

  “I do,” he whispers.

  “You’ve said that before,” I say, smiling.

  “I’ve said I love you before too. In every song I’ve sang since I kissed you.” His words make my legs nearly give out again. He kisses me slow and deep telling me he loves me without any words at all.

  Gray pulls back when Hunter starts making heaving noises. “Alright Cunter, let us get ready then, it’s time to go shopping. We’ve got to go buy you a dress before dinner,” he says, smiling making me laugh.

  Sitting in the dressing room as Hunter tries on dresses, I snap pictures, sending them to Cam and Chase so they can approve as well. “Stop fuckin’ laughin’! If this ends up on Facebook I’ll shave your head while you sleep,” he snaps walking out in a purple maxi dress.

  “Oh I like that one, honey. You look so lovely,” Gray says clapping his hands.

  “Suck my left nut, jealous bitch. You wish you looked this good,” Hunter says twirling in the mirror, checking his ass.

  “It’s just fun, Cunter. I already said I’d stock the bus with microwave bacon for when we’re on the road again,” I remind him then send a message to Cam and Chase:

  Be @ diner in 15.

  Chase: Doesn’t he look pretty in a dress? C u soon.

  Camaron: Henry just picked Aiden and me up. On our way.

  After I pay for his dress, because really it’s only fair that I pay for his new look; we grab a cab to the diner. Gray wraps his arm around me as we walk into the diner followed by Hunter strutting in full out diva fashion. The purple maxi is supposed to be floor length but on his tall ass it just passes his knees. His black boots slam against the tile as he works his ‘runway’. Stopping to pose for people eating at tables, kissing old ladies, he is eating this shit up. Walking by the table where we are sitting, wiggling his ass, only to walk the aisle again. Turning around he gives us a duck face, making Henry jump to his feet to get a better angle with his phone.

  “Give me hellcat fucker, work that runway,” Henry teases making us all laugh.

  “Be jealous, fucker, it feels good to be a kept bitch. Havin’ a sexy lady buyin’ me pretty shit, then flaunt me around. Makes a man feel special.” Turning again, he slams right into Chase. “You!” he growls.

  “Wow, Hunter, and here I thought yellow was your color. I was wrong, it’s purple,” Chase says shoving her red hair over her shoulder.

  “You loved it the other night. We both know that; let’s not play games, kitty. Why don’t you come to the concert in a couple days before we leave Vegas? I’ll get you a ‘Shaft Approved’ shirt, then a nice hard fuck from me as a parting gift, Tiger Lily,” he says brushing his hand along her cheek.

  I watch Chase lean in, nearly brushing her lips to his. “What if this bitch doesn’t approve of the shaft?” The tension between them is so thick you can almost see it. Hunter’s chest is heaving against hers, making her smile at how undone she has made him.

  “Are you as fuckin’ turned on right now as I am?” Hunter says, pulling her to him.

  “You have no idea what it takes to put this fire out, Hunter.”

  “Fuck me,” Hunter mumbles.

  “Chase!” I yell, snapping her out of her haze.

  Shaking her head she pushes away from Hunter and walks over sitting next to Cam. Hunter stomps over flopping next to Henry with a huff. “I was workin’ over there, Daisy,” he pouts.

  “I know what you were tryin’ to do, man whore. Chase reeled you in, then tossed your ass back. You can’t handle the rejection. That’s not my problem,” I shrug. “She’s here to see me before we leave Vegas, not your ass.”

  “Hey, what was that about not wantin’ boomerang pussy Cunter?” Henry says smugly. “Babe, you take on the Big Man, I got moves that make him look tired as hell,” he says, winking at her.

  “Fuck you, Henry,” Hunter says smiling from behind his menu.

  I sit wrapped in Gray’s arms in the booth staring at the ring he had Henry pick up on his secret mission, as Hunter called it. It’s a yellow canary diamond surrounded by smaller oval diamonds. Perfect for his Wildflower Gray said, since it almost looks like a daisy. I was completely speechless when Henry showed up after Tad and Landon left. I didn’t even know that Gray made a call or anything to anyone. Henry took it upon himself to buy a platinum band for Gray to wear, which I was more than happy to slide on his finger when he handed it to me. It was almost as if we had another ceremony in the room in front of Henry and Hunter. This is pretty perfect right now. Sitting here in a booth with Gray’s arms around me, watching our friends toss playful insults back and forth but it’s not without the drama. The topic of Landon and Tad has to be brought up but no one seems to want to discuss it.

  “I can’t believe you two ran off and eloped without any of us knowing!” Camaron huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. Chase, matches her posture, as they both glare across the table at Gray and me. “I’d be really pissed off at you if your ring wasn’t so awesome!” Cam adds, nearly yanking my hand across the table.

  Gray shrugs as all eyes at the table fall on us. It seems we have angered the Shaft. “It just sorta happened, guys. What can we say?”

  “You can say that you were total assholes and beg for our forgiveness? Maybe let me touch a boob or grab some ass?” Hunter suggests arching a brow.

  “Um, let’s not,” I snap, yanking my hand back from Camaron, but can’t hide my grin.

  “I’m good with it,” Henry tosses out, lifting his shades to wink at me.

  “Well if you two are happy then that’s great,” Aiden chimes in smiling at us, “I’m just disappointed there was no phone call, man. I mean, there should’ve been shots to celebrate or something. What the fuck?”

  “So.” I exhale looking around the table deciding to change the subject. “I hate changing the topic of discussion from the wedding bells to something else, but it has to get figured out. What’s going to be done about Tad and Landon? We can’t keep putting it off. You want him out, I get that, but the contract won’t allow for unjustified dismissal. The two of them fuckin’ me over isn’t enough to give them the shaft,” I say with a giggle.

  Aiden points a chicken wing at me. “You just let me worry about that. I have a few theories. Once we get to Minnesota, in a couple weeks, I’ll have this all sorted out I think. If this is what I think it is, it’s fuckin’ over.”

  I let the subject go. If Aiden says he will handle it then I have no doubt that he has a plan. Aiden is the thinker, the planner of the band. He is so organized that it blows my mind. You would never think by looking at him that he would have his entire life backed up on his phone; but he does along with everything for the band. Aiden’s need for control comes out more and more every day. I didn’t catch it before; but, especially with Cam around, he holds the reigns tightly; which she says she needs from him, just as much as he needs to give it to her.

  Is that what Landon needs? He needs Tad to command him, to make the choices for him? Since Landon won’t talk to me, I plan to ask Cam about it all before she leaves. Maybe then I can understand it? Landon says that he did everything for me. Those words still echo in my head. How could it have been for me if he killed us in the process? There is so much that I need answered but there’s one thing I know for sure; so I turn my face to meet my husba
nd’s eyes, whispering it to him. “I love you too.”

  The smile on Gray’s face is burning bright. Leaning down he captures my lips, nipping slowly as his hands cup my face. “I know,” he whispers simply because he does know. Grayson Cole owns me completely and he knew it before any of us did.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Apple Fritter

  Back in the hotel lobby, Henry makes sure we all get settled before he follows a now normal clothed Hunter around on his hunt for someone ‘un-Chase’ like. Cam is arguing with Aiden by the elevators. Her eyes dart to mine the pain in them hits me in the gut. She’s really going to do this. Pulling out of Gray’s arms I walk over to them in time to hear Aiden’s broken voice. “Not overnight, Cam; please, I need you here.” I have never heard him sound weak but right now, he sounds so fragile it nearly breaks me. “I won’t be able to sleep with you gone.”

  “They’re my family, Aiden. That’s why I came in the first place,” she argues, but won’t meet his eyes.

  “You came to be with me Cam, don’t give me that shit. You love me just as much as I love you; quit fuckin’ around,” he snaps. “Don’t run away from me. Come up to bed and let me love you,” he says roughly into her ear. I have to admit Dom-style Aiden is hot.

  Cam trembles at his words making him smile proudly. His hands brush up her arms causing her to shiver against him, her eyes fluttering closed. Gray’s arms around my waist make me jump but I don’t move. I can’t look away even though I know that I should. This just feels so intimate. It’s not just a kiss, not just affection: it’s erotic. The way that Aiden brushes his lips over hers; the way he commands her without words; it’s magnetic. Cam doesn’t move, she just mirrors his movements as he moves his mouth against hers. “I love you, Cam. I fuckin’ know you love me,” he whispers against her mouth roughly.

  “Apple Fritter,” she chokes out making him pull away in shock. Cam’s eyes fill with tears as he stares at her in shock. “Apple Fritter, Aiden,” she repeats.

  “Goddamn it!” he shouts punching the wall beside her.

  “Aiden!” Hunter shouts, starting across the room toward us.

  Aiden slams his mouth to hers roughly then walks out of the lobby disappearing into the crowd on the street. Hunter’s eyes widen, “Aiden! Fuck this is goin’ to be bad, big man. Aiden, damn it, wait!” he shouts, running after Aiden begging for him to stop.

  Henry looks at us then runs after them. Cam crumbles to the tile floor sobbing into her hands. I run over, dropping to my knees holding her as she sobs. “Cam? What happened? What does that mean?” I ask trying to calm her.

  “Apple Fritter is my safe word. I’ve never used it until today.” I nod against her, then help her to her feet.

  “Come on, let us get you to your room. You can lie down until he comes back. It’ll be fine, Cam.” Gray hits the call button on the elevator and I secretly send up a prayer to anyone listening to please let this me be right about this.

  I settle, a now quietly sobbing, Cam into bed making her promise to call me if she needs anything. I don’t want to leave her but, luckily, we are just across the hall. Closing the door to the bedroom, I meet Gray’s eyes watching me from where he sits on the couch waiting. “Is she okay?” he asks standing to his feet. He wraps me in his arms, kissing my forehead sweetly.

  “I don’t know, Gray. I just hope he comes back and talks this out with her. She does love him. She’s scared though, that she won’t be strong enough to stand beside him,” I whisper. Gray just nods then walks us across the hall to our suite.

  The moment he locks the door he pounces on me like a panther. My shirt flies across the room, quickly followed by my bra and jeans. I barely have time to kick off of my shoes. Slamming me into the wall, Gray’s mouth latches onto my collarbone sucking in a patch of skin as his hands grip my ass grinding me into his already hard cock. I moan like the shameless hussy I am when it comes to having Gray’s hands on me.

  Grayson’s hand runs along my hip ripping my panties from my body letting them drop to our feet. Dropping to his knees, he kisses along the stem of my daisy tattoo. My eyes glued to his mouth as he pulls my leg over his shoulder, steadying me with his hands. His tongue circles my clit lazily, making me insane. I let my fingers slide into his hair pulling him to me trying desperately to get his mouth where I need it. “God, Gray. Please!” I scream in frustration begging him to give me more.

  He pulls back looking at me with a grin. “Needing something are we?”

  “Quit being so cocky and give it to me,” I bite out.

  Gray stands to his feet, shoving his jeans down his legs, exposing his erection. “Wrap those amazin’ fuckin’ legs around me, baby,” he growls, grabbing my hips. I barely manage to when he slams me onto him, making the breath rush out of me, stealing my scream.

  I grab his shoulders; my fingernails digging into the back of his neck as he pumps into me. My blonde hair covering our faces like a curtain as our lips devour one another. His grunts matching my moans as he fills me, his ladder feeling like it touches me everywhere. My head flies back against the wall as I cry out. My entire body shakes as I explode around him. Gray grabs my hair, twisting it in his hand and tugs exposing my neck. His teeth sinking into the hollow of my throat makes me scream. Increasing his thrusts, Gray forces my eyes to meet his. My body is already building toward another orgasm one that I think may kill me.

  “Let go for me again,” he roars commandingly.

  Arching his back, Gray’s position inside of me changes, the piercings rub along my clit as he pulls out of me slowly then slams into me fast. I watch him slide in and out again and again completely mesmerized by the erotic moment. Grayson’s hips slam into me as he comes. Trailing his hand down, his thumb finds my clit. Making me erupt again then he turns so that his back is against the wall and slides to the floor.

  I don’t know how long we sit there against the wall together, Gray still inside me, but I hear shuffling outside the door to our suite. “I’m writing a country song about this shit,” Hunter says with a grunt as he pounds on the door. “Oh happily married spooners, let me in!” he sings.

  “Come back later, man,” Gray says lazily, nuzzling my neck. “Like next fuckin’ month.”

  “I have a drunken drummer who needs to sober up before he talks to his bitch,” he says kicking the door.

  Jumping up, I throw on my jeans and shirt while Gray stuffs himself into his pants. I fling the door open to something I never thought I would see. Hunter is completely sober but Aiden is so trashed he is slumped against Henry on the hall. “I feel like I’m in a parallel universe,” I blurt, waving them in.

  Henry lifts Aiden over his shoulder, walks through the door plopping him on the sofa. “He’s trashed. One too many rounds with Stoli. Told that stupid bastard you never win when you take on a Russian,” Hunter says, sprawling out in the chair next to him grabbing Gray’s acoustic guitar. He strums the strings humming as he goes. “My bitch done me wrong, when I sang her a song… Shoulda licked her shitter like an apple fritter… Instead I’m a pussy who doesn’t deserve his schlong.”

  “Shut up, asshole,” I mutter. “You’ve been worse off.”

  “Fuck you, Daisy…” Hunter continues to sing as he strums. “But she married Gray… so her preferences must be hazy…”

  “Alright Hunter, let’s go. Aiden can sleep off his drunken sulk here while I take you for bacon and some ass,” Henry says yanking the guitar from his hand.

  “Hell yeah, big man!” Hunter says, jumping to his feet. He glances at Aiden who is snoring on the sofa then at Gray and me, “You watch him, goddamn it. Don’t go off fingerin’ Gray’s vagina and forgettin’ that he’s in here hurtin’, you got me? The poor bastard has been through enough.” I nod then he looks at Gray, “You know him when he gets like this man. Which means you also know how this shit will need to go down. He has to sober the fuck up, get back in control; that’s why Cam’s good for him. She gives him what he needs and that pushes the bad shit
out. Fucker is no good when he gets like this.” Leaning over, Hunter pats Aiden on the shoulder then follows Henry out slamming the door behind him.

  After a quick shower I change into yoga pants and one of Gray’s hooded sweatshirts. Walking across the hall, I knock on Cam’s door but no answer. Knocking again harder I call out her name. “Cam? It’s me.” Giving up, I walk back into our suite slamming the door in frustration.

  “What’s wrong?” Gray asks while digging through the mini bar. I walk over and sit on Aiden’s legs, carefully digging through his pockets. “Um, what the fuck are you doin’?” I look over my shoulder seeing the confusion on Gray’s face.

  “I’m lookin’ for the room key. Cam won’t answer the door,” I blurt, as if it should have been obvious. “What else would I be doin’?” I ask then look at my hands shoved into Aiden’s front pocket. “Oh…” I groan as Gray chuckles.

  “Would you mind gettin’ off the goods babe? They’re not insured,” Aiden groans, making me jump off of him. Shoving up from the couch he grabs his head with both hands as if will fall off. “Fuck,” he groans. “I gotta talk to Cam. I should’ve never walked out on her.”

  “I think she’s asleep. She was really upset when I left her,” I say sadly. “You two gotta fix this, Aiden. Cam loves you.”

  “I know she does, Daisy. I love her too,” he mutters then walks out the door.

  Gray spreads his arms out jerking his chin for me to come to him. I nearly run into his arms. “Wanna go to bed?” he asks suggestively rolling his hips into mine.

  “I just got dressed.”

  “It really would have been worth it if I’d made them include always be naked and waiting in those vows,” he shrugs. “The things you think of after… Oh well, I’ll just undress you then, no biggie.”