Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  Gray stands with me in his arms walking over toward the security guards. “She’s pregnant. We need an ambulance,” he barks out when we reach them.

  “Already on the way, Mr. Cole.”

  Gray turns toward Landon who is helping Tad to his feet. “If you’ve hurt this baby, I’ll kill you myself,” he says gritting his teeth. I wiggle free of him, thankful to get my feet back on the ground but he snakes an arm around my waist protectively keeping me against him.

  “Why would he give a shit about your baby?” Tad laughs, wincing as he holds his side.

  “Because there’s a chance it could be his. That sure would ruin your little dynamic wouldn’t it, Tadder? How would that work? You can’t command a baby like a puppet, asshole,” Hunter says with a chuckle.

  “That baby isn’t Landon’s,” Tad says crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes look to Landon, “Tell them. It can’t be yours...”

  “I had sex with him the first night of the tour Tad, we didn’t use a condom. It can be his,” I say interrupting him.

  Tad laughs hard, doubling over grabbing his aching ribs. Everyone in the parking lot now wondering what is wrong with him. Landon just says ‘Please’ over and over begging him to stop. Tad shakes his head then looks at Landon commandingly. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Landon,” he growls. “You have no hold on Daisy. You have no hold on anything unless I say you do. Which will never happen.”

  Limping over, Tad grins at me. “You know that precious little plan you had? The plan you crossed off every time you did something? I watched you. I think you checked off ‘get engaged’ before he put the damn ring on your finger. You fucking pathetic bitch,” Tad says staring at me with hate filling his eyes. “He can’t give you a baby, Daisy.”

  “What?” I ask in disbelief.

  “When Landon committed to me years ago, we both had vasectomies. We brought other women in often, still do, but of course you know that,” Tad says, smiling wickedly. “I couldn’t take the risk of one of us knockin’ up a bitch and ruining what we have together. I have to keep the control at all times. So when you two announced your happy little news last night I knew that I had won. Landon is all mine now just as it should be,” he says smugly as the sound of sirens echo through the parking lot.

  “Landon?” I ask looking to him for some kind of answer.

  Landon’s face falls, “I’m sorry, Daisy. I just didn’t want to give you up. I couldn’t lose you. I love you too much,” he explains, walking over running his palm along my cheek.

  “Landon, if you really do love me then you’ll let me go. Let me be happy,” I whisper looking at Gray. “I love you too, Landon, but what I feel for you is nothing like what I feel for Grayson. I won’t apologize for who I love; neither should you,” I say gesturing to Tad. “It’s time for us both to find happiness, Landon. I’ve found mine. I hope you can figure out how to get yourself to that place.” Sadly, he nods, kisses my cheek then walks back over to Tad.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Moving On

  Lying back against the pillows of the hospital bed in the ER, I wait. I watch as the radiologist uses a wand to do an internal ultrasound, checking on the baby after confirming that I am pregnant. Gray is sitting next to the bed holding my hand in his as we watch her click buttons and turn knobs on a machine. My nerves are on edge at the possibility that Tad may have killed our baby. Even after being taken into custody, he continued to shout how much he hates me for the hold he believes I have on Landon. Even with Landon sticking to his side like glue.

  Of course, Landon admits to everything as the police load Tad into the back of a squad car. Landon says he isn’t leaving Tad but knows how wrong things went. He swears all the videos and files will be deleted, along with all the money returned immediately, to the band that was taken dishonestly. Gray just shakes his head, telling the police no charges against Landon will be filed as long as he flies home and stays there, which he agrees to immediately.

  Aiden, Hunter and Henry are outside pacing the hall, impatiently, waiting for any news on the baby. Aiden is on his phone typing away, changing the travel schedule and making notes until we are back on the road. The way the guys all ran out to save me when Tad attacked me, brings tears to my eyes, but I am blaming it on hormones if anyone asks.

  In the next couple of days, we will be back on the bus headed toward the next tour stop. I used to dread being the only girl on the bus before, but now, I don’t mind it so much. As long as I get stops with my girls in between. I realize that the whole time I was making the list to escape what my parents struggled with in life; I could have missed out on this. My parents weren’t unhappy in their lives, I know that. I also know, now, I could have missed out on falling in love with Gray and the whirlwind passion that explodes between us when he touches me. His band mates are now like brothers to me, as much as they are to him. The night Gray took my list, he changed everything. He made me face all that I was running away from. Now, I find myself escaping the old me and my plan, throwing it all away for the new list we will make together.

  “Mrs. Cole?” the radiologist says pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Yes,” I croak. Gray squeezes my hand while we watch her turn a knob. A loud whooshing sound fills the room as she smiles at us. “This is your baby’s heartbeat. You’re just over five weeks. Congratulations, everything looks just fine.”

  I turn to Gray kissing him hard and fast on the mouth. “So everything is okay?”

  He just nods. “Everything is fan-fucking-tastic!” he says, sliding his hand over my belly as the smile nearly splits my face. “Fuck. I love watchin’ you bloom.”

  Not The End…Yet

  A note from the Author:

  This is a bonus scene from the bar the first night. Escaping Me was written all in Daisy’s point of view, but I thought it was important for you to see a bit of what was going on in Grayson’s head when he met her. The pull was intense from the start even before he knew who she was. It started as just usually groupie action that Gray was after but as you see his desire starts to change the closer he gets to her.

  Almost from the start, Daisy had started tearing away at the defenses Gray had put up. More importantly he saw something in her that made him instantly want her, need her, and worse, crave her. The way he was at the start is definitely not who he is in the end. When he saw his ‘Wildflower’ everything truly changed. She shook him to the core when she planted her seed.

  Enjoy Gray’s POV

  Grayson

  “Having regular pussy on the bus is a bad idea, man,” I listen to Hunter whine again as the bartender slides us each a beer.

  “It probably is but what can I say? Landon’s girl shouldn’t be a problem,” I shrug, knowing Hunter is probably right. My brother’s girl coming along for a six month tour is bad news. No woman should have to watch the shit we are capable of getting into. Especially Hunter, that fucker is crazy. None of us are thrilled about pulling out tomorrow with a new manager, his assistant, and an unavailable vagina. This will mean tampering down on shenanigans along with putting an end to groupie pussy on the bus.

  Our new manager, Tad, is a complete tool. Definitely not the ideal manager I’d have chosen since he reminds me of a fuckin’ weasel. Although, he and Landon did come to us so technically I didn’t choose. Tad offered to take the reins immediately, meaning Aiden and I would be able to quit working our asses off publicizing and scheduling ourselves. That I like; a lot. I hate the planning of everything, all the business shit. Give me my guitar, let us three guys loose on a stage, and it is instant fucking magic.

  The random pussy falling at our feet every night is just a bonus. We eat that shit up. Seriously, what guy wouldn’t? I’m the lead guitarist in one of the biggest up and coming bands in the country. By this time next year, we will be headlining a tour…not just opening for a band.

  “Chill out, asshole,” I toss out, leaning against the bar as the crowd stars to pile in for the show. “She won’t get in t
he way of your tour wide fuck-fest.”

  Hunter huffs, “Nah, you know how it will go. She’ll see me then want to fuck me on the spot. Then after I make her scream my name, the bitch will get all clingy and shit will get awkward,” he says with a shrug, “There’s no comin’ back from this shaft. Your brother might as well give up now.”

  “Not everyone wants to fuck you Cunter,” I growl. Of course, the conceited bastard just rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to the back room.

  Hunter believes that being at the mic every night earns him status as King of the Shaft. Yeah the band is called Shaft. Say whatever you want but the chicks love it. Grabbing girls every night was our thing. Not so much Aiden, lately, but Hunter is always up for anything. The game of banging nameless pieces of ass is starting to get old at times. Two sometimes three chicks in one night, they don’t even care which one of us they climb on. It’s all about them getting their piece of the shaft to brag about later. Yeah, sounds great huh? Just once I’d like to know I was it for them. That Grayson Cole was stealing the show from everyone else for even just a night. Ah, fuck it. I need to get another beer and a nice set of tits to bury my face in before the show to shake my messed up head.

  Looking across the room, I see a flash of blonde hair in the corner booth. My eyes roam down, taking in her long legs and pink heels. Fuck me. I watch, completely mesmerized as she tosses her hair over her shoulder. My dick jerks to attention, banging on my zipper like the cops at a drug bust. I want to go over there and wrap those long amazing ass legs around me. I need to hear her scream my name when I thrust into her.

  Without a second thought, my feet carry me across the room. Her face stops me dead in my tracks. She is absolutely beautiful. Pulling me in with her eyes, she totally has me by the balls, and bringing me nearly to my knees. I’ve got to have her. But as fucking gorgeous as she is she has to be with someone, right? No man in his right mind would leave a girl like this alone.

  I chew over what to say, when her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. Images of her lips wrapped around my cock fill my head. Great, now I’m hard. My dick and my heart are thumping in time with each other. She doesn’t look up at me when I step up to the table; her eyes are still trained on the hallway. I can almost see her mind racing in circles as she stares down the hallway where the rest of the guys are waiting. Is that why you’re here baby? You want a piece of the shaft? Well, I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.

  “Don’t you have a drink yet, Sugar?” I ask, letting my voice roll over her.

  Her head jerks up, eyes meeting mine. I have to slide into the booth with her before I crumble to my knees in the floor. Those amazing eyes lock onto mine, pulling me in while I wait for her to speak so that I can hear her voice.

  Desperate for any kind of contact I slide my arm along the booth behind her. This girl has me fucking wrecked and she hasn’t even spoken to me yet. “So, Sugar, what do they call you?” I ask pleading with my eyes for her to answer. When a shudder moves through her, she slides away from me. Instantly, I move closer, making my move. What the hell is up with me tonight? The only chatting I need to do before I fuck a groupie is to tell her to get naked. And I never keep at it when they don’t seem instantly interested in jumping on my dick. Is this girl playing hard to get? If so it’s turning me on even more with each passing second. Starting tomorrow I’ll be sharing my room with Landon and his girlfriend so I better make this piece of pussy count.

  “My name is Daisy and I’m here with someone,” she says, but sounds a bit shaky so I decide to push.

  “Are you now, Daisy?” I ask, taking her in. She seems a bit nervous but I see fire in her eyes. She’s shaky but controlled, oh how I would love to break her. Though, by the look in this Wildflower’s eyes, she could break me in the process. If I let her which I would never do. I fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. No time or desire to have a relationship, no chance to hurt or be hurt. Fuck that, I want her and I will have her in the bathroom before the show. Looking around I grin, “I don’t see anyone with you, Wildflower. You shouldn’t be left alone in here someone could pluck your petals,” I say, scooting closer inching my hand up her thigh. Her smooth skin is driving me crazy. I want it slick with sweat while I bury myself in her. I want her to scream my name so hard that the whole goddamn bar hears her.

  Daisy trembles under my touch as my fingertips slide under her skirt but she doesn’t move. I can’t help my smile; it has to be nearly splitting my face. I have her right where I want her. I could fuck her in this booth and she wouldn’t stop me. Her breath is rushing out of her mouth as she watches my fingers. Oh yeah, Daisy I’ll pluck every petal and have you begging for it.

  “Grayson!” I hear and I freeze when I meet Daisy’s eyes. My body tenses as I turn to see my brother, Landon, coming toward us. Shit! Shit! Fuck! He’s ruining my play for pre-show pussy here.

  Jumping up from the booth, I plaster my best smile and greet Landon in an uncomfortable hug for many reasons. One big reason is I don’t want him to know I’m hard enough to pound nails into concrete. “Bro! So glad you agreed to come along and help us out on tour,” I say, managing to sound sincere; when I really want to kick him in the balls for interrupting me and my Wildflower here.

  Landon smiles then turns to my Wildflower. Wait when did she become my anything? “I see you have met Daisy, my fiancé.”

  What the fuck? Turning to Daisy, my eyes go wide. Oh say it’s not so… “Yeah we’ve met.” Adjusting her skirt, Daisy slides from the booth then stands next to Landon. Shit! Was I really about two seconds away from fucking my brother’s wait… did he say…

  “You’re coming on the bus with us?” I ask in shock. This is horrible. I watch in horror as Landon leans down kissing her cheek. The little act of affection makes me sick. I want to rip his balls off, then grab Daisy and make her mine. Hold the fuck up? Make her mine? That cannot and will not be happening. I have to stay as far away from her as I can. This is going to be hard on a bus, I know. Daisy belonging to my brother is going to be a serious problem for me and my raging hard on.

  “You said it wouldn’t be a problem to bring my girl, Gray,” Landon says looking between us. “I figured she can be an extra pair of hands.” Instantly I grin at her, watching her blush spread from her cheeks down her throat. Yeah bet she’s got a perfect fucking pair of extra hands… Fuck me, I bet she blushed all the way to her damn toes and I want to strip her naked right here and see for myself.

  Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see a blonde groupie hanging by the bathroom. “It isn’t,” I mutter, determined to get away from them so I can deal with my raging hard on. I mumble something about them enjoying the show then excuse myself to ‘prepare’. Once I’m out of sight, I grab the blonde who is covered in too much make-up and smells like a bottle of scotch shoving her into the bathroom. “Babe, hit those knees,” I snap out, unzipping my jeans.

  Almost instantly, my throbbing cock is buried in her mouth. My eyes close as I picture Daisy’s mouth wrapped around my dick instead. This chick’s moans are instantly Daisy’s in my mind, making me grip the stall so hard my knuckles ache. Picturing Daisy’s amazing eyes looking up at me while I fuck her mouth sends me over the edge. I ignore the sounds of this whore on her knees gagging as I shoot my load down her throat. My brother doesn’t deserve Daisy. She’s a Wildflower all consuming, amazingly beautiful and I want her. More than I’ve wanted anything. You don’t deserve her either asshole.

  Maybe once I fuck her… this feeling will go away and I can move on. The thought creeps in like a vise to both my balls and my heart as I stuff my dick back in my pants… What if after I have a taste of her I only want more? Her scent is like fucking heroin, all I want is one more hit. I just want to bury my face in her neck and inhale as she comes. Flinging the door open, I head to the stage worrying if, maybe, my Wildflower is going to be more than just a conquest. I’m not ready to admit it but she has already planted her seed and I have no doubt her roots will flourish throu
gh all the shit I put up to keep everyone out.

  About The Author

  Cat Mason is thirty years old and a mother to three children. She was born and raised in Granite City, Illinois which is just across the Mississippi river from St. Louis, Missouri. She currently lives in Virginia with her husband and children. Previously publishing Contemporary Romance under her real name, until she decided to lose the filter and let it all hang out. When she isn’t writing, she is reading or spending time with her friends and family.

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  Cynthia Sax

  Chapter One

  She’d been paired. Finally.

  Joan Tull hurried through the Nebula battle station hallways, straightening her gray flight suit as she ran. She was the last of her solar cycle’s transfers to have been matched with a cyborg.

  That was because she was female and Commander Lewis was a female-hating rectal wipe. Humanoid Alliance regulations stated he had to accept her onto his station. There was nothing that said he had to pair her.

  But now he had and she skipped with excitement. She’d fulfill her destiny, helping the cyborgs who once saved her life. Not the same cyborg, though wouldn’t it be a wonderful coincidence if that happened? No, she’d more likely be responsible for the maintenance of one of his brethren. It would be—