by Liz Crowe
“She’s the same, Aiden. Can’t mention you without crying, but all she wanted to do was ask about you,” I reply as I put the groceries away that Hunter isn’t about to make out with.
“Cam talked to me last night about something, Daisy,” He adds. I can feel him staring at me but I don’t turn to face him. I can’t discuss this with him before Gray knows; but, really, I don’t want to discuss it at all.
“Aiden, I don’t want to talk about it. Not now, not ever alright? It’s between Landon and me not you,” I say angrily, biting back the tears. “Just one more thing to add to the betrayal but it’ll be over soon enough.”
“What?” Gray says walking up the aisle from our bedroom. I turn meeting his gaze. “What else adds to the betrayal Daisy?” Gray asks again.
“We don’t need to have this conversation right now, Grayson,” I bite, slamming the cabinet door then yank the bacon from Hunter to put it away. Gray stalks over grabs my hips tossing me over his shoulder. The boxes fly onto the floor, making Hunter scramble to pick them up.
Gray walks down the aisle, passing the bunks and then into our room kicking the door closed behind us. “Grayson, put me down!” I squeal. Just as I start to struggle he flops me onto the bed on my ass.
“Answer the damn question. What happened that you decided not to tell me about?” He snaps starting to lose his patience.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. Yesterday, you walk in without a single word then climb into my lap. After the show you lay in my arms but didn’t sleep at all last night. I know better, baby. I felt you running your fingers on my fuckin’ ink all night. I can’t be that damned shield if you don’t tell me what I’m up against, Wildflower. I’ll ask this one more time. What happened last night, Daisy?”
“He recorded us,” I croak barely above a whisper, but I hear his breath rush from his chest so I know that he heard me.
“Who did? When?”
Looking up, I see Gray’s fists balled at his sides, his mouth a hard line. His eyes are dark and stormy to a point I’ve never seen. Looking at his feet I answer. “Cam found videos on Tad’s laptop of Landon and me. The whole time that I was with Landon, they were recording us together.” I watch Gray’s feet turn, before he silently leaves the room.
I curl into a ball on the bed letting the tears pour down my face freely. It isn’t the fact of what Landon did, or let Tad do, which has me crying right now. No, it’s the fact that Gray walked out after I told him what he wanted to know. I would have kept it from him if I could. Not to be dishonest but to keep it from hurting him. From hurting what we are building together. I lie on the bed for a long time looking through my tears at my wedding ring before the door opens. I don’t turn my head toward him when the bed dips I just turn to muffle my sobs into the pillow.
“Landon isn’t answering his phone,” Gray’s voice is vibrating with rage. “I want to kill them both, Daisy. Make them fuckin’ pay. That shit on there…” he starts.
He curls behind me, nuzzling my hair, as I cry into the pillow. “Did you guys watch them?”
“I went through the files. No one else, baby. You’re my wife. You can’t keep this shit from me. It’s my job to protect you, support you, to love you,” he whispers into my ear. “Honesty and communication remember? No secrets. I’ll deal with those bastards for this. The termination letter from last week is back in effect. Aiden has all the proof we need now, thanks to you ladies, to terminate immediately. Tad was charging twice the fee than before, and pocketing half on top of his agreed fees. We got all of it from his laptop; bank statements, invoices, everything. That part is over, but this, with you, is personal. I’ll tend to it in Minnesota if they show the fuck up.”
Turning, I meet Gray’s gorgeous face. Cupping his face in my hands I run my fingertips along the scratchy stubble along his chin. Turning his face, he slowly runs his lips along my wrist. “Nothing about how much I love you makes sense, Grayson. How fast I fell for you or how you completely take me over with every touch. How much I need to be with you shatters everything else in the world to hell. I don’t want anything else but this moment right now, with you.”
“Love doesn’t make sense, Daisy. It isn’t supposed to be defined or put into a box. Wildflower, you consume me. You don’t put labels on something as simple and pure as what we have here, baby. You just breathe it in for all it’s worth.” Leaning down he presses his lips to mine. “Fast, slow, it just is what it is. I love you, Daisy, that’s all that matters.”
Gray rolls to his back pulling me on top of his chest. I kiss along his jaw, the stubble rough against my lips as I move down his throat nipping softly. Leaning up, he tugs his shirt over his head giving me access to his ink that I love so much. Gray’s hands unbutton my shirt as my fingers run along his chest, circling the vow he made to me in ink. His gaze locking on my fingers as they travel down his abdomen tracing the letters of his nickname. “Sex and Sin,” I murmur making him smile.
Gray’s growls low in his throat then pins me beneath him. “I’ve taken all of the teasing I can stand. Now it’s my turn, baby.”
Gray pulls my pants down my legs throwing them behind him. Leaning down, he sucks my nipple through the lace of my bra; my hands immediately diving into his hair. Sliding his hands down my back he cups my ass pulling me against him. I’m lost in the feeling of his hands and mouth running along my skin. The way his jeans are rubbing against me is so overwhelming all I can do is moan his name.
“See how simple it is, baby? No need complicating something that feels this right.”
Sliding my panties down my legs, Gray eases a finger into me. “Damn, you feel like heaven baby. Ready for me already.” I feel his finger slide out, before adding another. Curving them inside me as his thumb circles my clit; I cry out, my hips bucking off of the bed. His other hand brushes up my side running over my daisy to palm my breast. Gray rolls my nipple between his fingers as he circles my clit faster. Putting more pressure with his thumb sends me over the edge. My orgasm races through me as my walls tighten around his fingers. My legs still trembling when I feel his fingers leave me. I hear his zipper then he is pushing into me hard and fast.
“Fuck, Daisy, I need this. Need you so fuckin’ bad, baby,” he groans breathlessly, wrapping my legs around him. Gray’s hips are slamming against the backs of my thighs taking everything I have to give him. I fight against the need to close my eyes at the fullness. The feel of the piercings sliding against me is too much. Everything is so intense that I can already feel myself building again. “That’s right, baby, keep your eyes here,” Gray whispers against my lips.
Cradling my neck with his hand he kisses me deeply, while pumping his hips against me wildly. His tongue slowly caresses mine. Arching my back, I roll my hips meeting his thrusts. I’m desperate for more. Completely frantic, unable to get close enough. Where he ends and where I begin is now nothing but a blurred line. I can totally understand what Aiden means by how connected his heart is with Cam’s. I get how deep it runs, how broken I know I would be if I lost this. I am drowning in the intensity of his eyes while we move harder and faster together. I cry my release into his mouth, my fingernails scraping down his back as my climax roars through me. Grabbing my hand, Gray places it over his heart when he stills inside me. “Do you feel that? My heart beats your fuckin’ name, Wildflower. Every beat says Daisy.” His eyes are smoldering, so intense, so serious when they meet mine again. Without another word he slams his mouth to mine. His orgasm making his entire body shudder as he fills me.
Pulling me against him, he rolls us so that I’m lying across his chest. Gray’s fingers run through my hair. “Don’t keep me in the dark, Daisy, ever. I can’t take secrets. I’ve had way more in my life than I’ll ever need.” I nod against him, lying there content in just letting what we have be what it is without a label or a box.
After we clean up, Gray and I walk back up to the living area where nothing looks to have changed much. Henry is driving the bus, Aiden
once again glued between the phone and laptop. Glancing over at the table I see Hunter sitting with his back to us, the bacon boxes all over the floor. Bending down I start grabbing them. “Damn it. I thought you would put them up before they…” I shake an empty box. “Holy shit! Did you eat all of these?” I ask in disbelief.
Hunter looks up at me with a huge smile. “You should’ve married me, babe. I’ll worship at your feet. Bacon! Oh the bacon!” Jumping up from the table he wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheeks. “I love the hell outta your wife, Gray,” he says, grinning down at me.
Shoving him away, I hold my nose. “Proposal denied. Oh my God! You reek of that damn stuff!”
“Oh fine then be my sexy Mommy. You can adopt me. I’ll live on breast feasting and bacon,” he suggests, dropping to his knees hugging my waist tightly with both arms. “Please oh please you could so be a MILF.”
“For one, genius, it’s breastfeeding, for two hell no.” Stepping over Aiden’s outstretched legs, I sit on the couch next to Gray. Who is deep in thought writing in his lyric book.
“To each their own,” Hunter shrugs, flopping into his usual chair. “Now someone needs to tell Henry that we have to stop again soon for more bacon. Really, Daisy, that wasn’t very thoughtful of you to buy just enough for me and no one else. What will Gray think if you play favorites like that?”
“You’re no one’s favorite,” Aiden chuckles.
“I’m Chase’s favorite. She knows it too.” Hunter snaps back pointing at me, “I may even fly her up to Minnesota for the show. I’d love to give her another spin,” he groans closing his eyes leaning his head back against the chair.
“AH HA!” I shout jumping to my feet. “You just admitted it! Hunter Chesterfield, the well renowned one tap per pussy man, is admitting he wants another taste of one!” I jump up and down making all three guys look up at me. “Too bad she wasn’t very into you. I mean, you bored her to sleep while riding your face,” I tease, climbing over their legs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Yeah the bitch was bored to screams. I fucked her unconscious. She loved every second. So when I get her beneath me, above or dangling from the ceiling again, I’ll tape it so all of you can see every single amazing second. Then you can truly be a jealous bitch,” he says with a laugh.
I choke spitting water down my shirt. Three pairs of eyes meeting mine, only two of which understand the reason why. I fly down the aisle, into the bedroom throwing the shirt to the floor as I dig in my bag for another. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t even take Hunter’s taunting now? I know good and well Hunter doesn’t know anything about it. Pulling on a dry t-shirt, I take a breath then walk back up the aisle.
“You okay?” Gray asks when I sit back down next to him.
“Yeah, fine. Just went down wrong I guess.”
“Yo, Big Man! I’m hungry, let’s stop soon; maybe we can find some pussy at the diner too,” Hunter shouts.
“You need a good piece of pussy like a hole in the head,” Henry snaps back.
Three hours later, we sit in yet another diner looking over menus while Hunter hits on every waitress in the place. He pulls our waitress onto his lap while she takes our orders. Attaching his mouth to her neck, completely distracting her. Great, who knows what we will end up having to eat now. Gray wraps his arm around me in the booth, while Aiden just ignores the entire world over his phone. “So, I’ll go put your order in then meet you in the back?” she asks Hunter.
“That’s right…” He leans up to see her name tag. “Um, Christy. I’ll see ya in a minute,” he purrs as she walks away giggling.
“You realize you’re goin’ to get random pussy at a truck stop, right?” I ask arching a brow. “That’s not groupie sleaze, Cunter. That’s like throwin’ a Twinkie down a hallway,” I whisper when she looks over. “She walks like a gun slinger at high noon.”
“Fuck you, spooner,” he snaps with a grin then saunters his cocky ass back toward the bathrooms with Christy following behind.
“Can you believe him? That’s just disgusting,” I shudder against Gray’s arm.
“Daisy? What the fuck do you mean ‘Twinkie down a hallway’? Is that code?” Henry asks curiously.
I laugh, shaking my head. “No. Assuming, since she was so eager, I’ll bet this isn’t her first bathroom tap. So I am fair in assuming she may have a Grand Canyon sized vag. If so, then Hunter’s dick would be divin’ in like a Twinkie being thrown down a hallway,” I shrug. “I was being generous; I mean, I could say a cocktail sausage… but you get the point.” The guys all laugh as I roll my eyes. “Such a man-whore. We’ll have to bleach him before we let him on the bus.”
“Hunter had to take on a lot of shit as a kid. So now he takes on nothing. No responsibilities except when I go off the rails. Well, the last time you handled it for him, didn’t you?” Aiden says smiling sadly. “Cam didn’t say goodbye. She bolted not long after the show was over while I was busy with some fans. I hate this shit, Daisy.”
“Don’t worry, Aiden. As messed up as she is over you, she’ll be back,” Gray says kissing my hair.
Hunter flies up the hallway screaming, making us all jump. His face looks completely hysterical as he bolts around the table to the door. “Hunter what the hell is wrong with you? Did her twat have teeth?” Henry teases.
“No her fuckin’ twat did not have teeth! Her fuckin’ dick did! Get me the hell outta here. My poor cock will never recover from getting a hard on, then finding out that her junk was bigger than mine.” We all start laughing, making Hunter explode. “You are all assholes! Bring my food to the damn bus,” he huffs stomping out the door.
Christy walks over, placing all the plates in front of us with a huge grin. “Next time he offers all that shit he whispered in my ear, he should know not to freak out over a dildo. It ruins the moment,” she says with a giggle.
Henry grabs his wallet yanking out a hundred dollar bill. “Honey, you wrap his shit up for me and take this. You’ve just made my fuckin’ year. No one has handled him like that before, but he damn well needed it. Thank you,” he says with a wink making her blush.
“My pleasure. I love Shaft but I always thought that Aiden was better looking. There is just something about a drummer,” she says as her tongue nearly falls onto the table.
“Aw, Aiden, give her a hug and a little kiss,” I say sweetly. “I can take a picture and everything.”
Aiden stands as she walks over into his arms. I snap a photo just as he kisses her cheek; but honestly, from my angle it may or may not have been her cheek. Christy giggles then walks back to the kitchen. “Whatcha doin’?” Gray asks watching me type out a message.
“Lighting a fire under Cam’s ass,” I mutter with a grin. I watch Aiden get lost in his phone again, but a smile spreads across his face the moment I hit send on my text. I have officially thrown the photo gauntlet to set off Cam’s inner jealous bitch along with these words:
Looks like your guy is moving on just fine babe. No worries. <3 Daisy
Chapter Twenty-Three
Do Not Anger the Shaft
(Two Weeks Later)
“Wake up, Wildflower, we’re here,” I hear Gray whisper against my neck, as he trails soft kisses. “Ready to get off the bus and into a hotel room?”
Sitting up in bed the smile spreads across my face. After two weeks of nothing but the bus and diners, I’m beyond ready. “Are you kidding? I’m so ready!” I leap from the bed digging through my clothes. After being on this bus for two weeks with only the men, I’m nearly crazy. This chick is ready for some girl time.
Cam, Chase and I have been either talking or texting every day. Cam pretends not to worry about Aiden but strains to hear every word he says when we are on the phone. Chase has even been texting Hunter the past few days. I begged them both to come up for the show but Cam refused immediately. Chase, on the other hand, decided to go for it. I can’t wait to go pick her up and surprise Hunter. Keeping my excitement to a minimum has
been hard but it will be so worth the look on his face.
Gray’s arms wrap around my waist. “What time do you have to be at the airport?” he asks as I grab a blue maxi dress from the pile. Pulling away from Gray I shrug it on over my head.
“About two hours, I think. Henry’s taking me while you guys practice. After we have lunch and hang out, we’ll meet you guys before you go on stage.”
Grabbing my hands, he pulls my body flush against his. Nearly every inch of our bodies touching each other in some way. After being nearly inseparable for weeks, now we are going to be apart for nearly the entire day. Gray dove into protective mode after the videos and files were found. He is worried that, after firing Landon and Tad, they would try to threaten me or something. No contact though. Complete radio silence from the enemy camp. I was almost disappointed that after everything, Landon didn’t even think he owed me an explanation, at least; but those thoughts are quickly dismissed every time I look at Grayson, since I know that it would change nothing. There is nothing Landon can say to make me leave Gray and come back to him.
The last three shows has been just Henry and I on stage left. Hunter hasn’t even brought a groupie backstage, although that part isn’t a down side at all. After his run in at the diner with Christy, Hunter has been a little gun shy. We have all been giving him shit about his dramatic dick dodge, as Henry so lovingly refers to it. Henry was so pleased that he even chatted to Christy for some time before we left. All four guys have become increasingly protective of me. It’s like having four bodyguards. Four sexy, inked, very bossy bodyguards; but, hey, I’m not complaining. Too much. I just really need some girl time.
Walking up the aisle, I hear Hunter complaining about our attempt at dinner last night. “I told that sleazy bitch that was not fuckin’ bacon,” he growls angrily.
“Canadian bacon is ham asshole,” Aiden chuckles.