Toxic (Addiction #1)

  Kaid ruled all the high scores, but he was schooled when any of the boys from Shattered Souls came over to play. Willow and Maisy enjoyed when the boys came over because it grounded Kaid and put him in his place when it came to his Mario Kart skills.

  Surprisingly, Cruz was the ultimate champion when it came to Mario Kart. His driving and backstabbing skills in the game were quite impressive. The guys complained that Cruz somehow bribed the game because he always seemed to obtain the good items from the transparent mystery boxes. He always got the star, the red shells or the bullet. It infuriated the other guys, which only made watching them play that much more fun.

  Willow was blazing toward the front with help from a nitro mushroom when she said, “Thanks for telling the guys about my nipple rings, by the way.”

  Kaid threw his hands up in victory and laughed. Willow tossed her controller to the side.

  “Yeah, sorry about that, it just slipped. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I told them. They were also very much intrigued by your tongue ring.”

  “I’m sure they were, horny bastards.”

  “Grey seemed to be the most interested. What’s going on there?”

  Willow blew out a frustrated breath. “Hell if I know. I told him he needs to stop looking at me the way that he has been and to focus on Quinn. He says he can’t get me out of his mind. It probably doesn’t help that I showed him my nipple rings, but I mean, what about Quinn…”

  Kaid cut her off. “Excuse me. You showed him your nipple rings? What the hell possessed you to do that? You know he and Quinn are on rocky ground. You think that helped the situation?”

  “I don’t know. God, Kaid. I like him so much and I’m so damn attracted to him. All I want is him for myself, but I can’t go there. Quinn is my friend and I don’t want to hurt her, but there was something that ran through me the other night where I needed to see what his reaction was to me. I wanted to see if he really found me attractive or if it was all talk. I also wanted to pay him back for helping us out and I thought a little tit show was good enough.”

  “Willow…”

  “I don’t want to hear it.” Willow held up her hand to stop the brotherly convo he was about to unleash on her. “You should have seen his eyes the minute I stepped out of my robe and into the hot tub. It was as if his eyes were trying to eat me alive and don’t get me started on the erection he was sporting. He tried to hide it, but I saw it. It was clear as day. I know it’s wrong and I wouldn’t act on anything, but it felt good to be noticed by him, appreciated. It was good to see that my body affected him.”

  “Willow, you’re playing with fire. Showing your tits to him, don’t you think that was wrong? If Quinn knew, she would be so upset and you know it.”

  Willow put her hand in her hair and pulled at the strands from the roots. She knew Quinn would be upset; she knew if Quinn found out about their hot tub encounter she would never talk to Willow again and most likely make her wear peasant gowns for the rest of the tour, but that still didn’t stop Willow. She needed Grey’s reaction; she craved it. She promised herself she wouldn’t do anything with Grey, out of respect for Quinn, but God she wanted to so badly. Her feelings for him ate away at her at night. She couldn’t even try to take out her frustrations on Landon because she was so hung up on Grey.

  Landon was in the same boat as she was, but instead of a friendship getting ruined, family ties were at stake. She couldn’t imagine the stress Landon was feeling. She was glad she wasn’t necessarily in his shoes.

  “You don’t think I know that? I could have destroyed Quinn if she saw what I did, but when I was in the moment, I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I covered myself quickly and told him that was the end of it, but I still did it. That was where I went wrong. If I think about it, I can’t be held accountable for my actions when I’m around him. I lose my mind.”

  “That’s not a good enough excuse.”

  Willow shrugged. “I know, but at least it’s an excuse. Did you know that I was going to break them up and take what I wanted? But damn it if Quinn didn’t realize that and make an impression on me because there is no way in hell I could hurt her like that now.”

  “You already did, by showing your tits to Grey.”

  “No, she doesn’t know.”

  Kaid patted Willow on the leg. “I get that, sweetheart, but the thing is, you probably have ruined Grey. I bet he can’t get the image of you in front of him, wet and practically naked out of his mind. With that kind of image running rampant in his head, how the hell is he supposed to focus on Quinn? Quinn might not have seen what you did, but you are still affecting her relationship by putting images and thoughts in Grey’s mind.”

  Shit, she hadn’t thought about it that way. She just wanted to pay him back for his help and give him a little peek, mainly for her own selfish reasons. She didn’t put a thought toward how Grey would be afterwards.

  “Hey, how do you know he still thinks about it? He could have completely forgotten.”

  Kaid popped open a soda and said, “A hot, dripping wet girl with massive tits and nipple rings stands in front of me and shows me what she has to offer…yeah, that image is stuck in my mind forever. You royally fucked Grey over.”

  Shit…she did.

  ***

  Rook couldn’t feel one ounce of his body as he stared at the big-breasted blonde that sat on his lap. She was working his dick like it was her own stripper pole, swiveling her hips and thrusting at him, but he felt nothing, not even the slightest bit of interest arose. He wanted to punch himself in the face, scream at himself to wake-up and enjoy the moment, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t. Maisy’s betrayal took over his mind, cutting off any kind of pleasure he would receive from the bouncing jugs in front of him.

  The boys made the plans for the bus party and Rook just tagged along. He had no clue where Cruz picked up the girls, but he did have to give his friend props, they were hot. The girl on his lap had fake tits, yes, but they were still awesome to look at, even though they were doing nothing for his dick.

  The lack of excitement in his pants was alarming. He prayed that Maisy hadn’t killed him down there. A life without sex would be awful….a life without Maisy would not be worth living. Damn him.

  She had the ability to crush him; she did crush him and he still wanted her. He still wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her all night, but another side of him wanted to hurt her, like she hurt him, hence the blonde on his lap and the Jack in his hand.

  Someone came onto the bus and Rook didn’t need to look over to know it was Maisy. He could sense her presence the minute her hand touched the handle of the door. He knew Landon said something to her after their performance, but Rook didn’t think she would actually have the balls to come to their tour bus and dig herself a bigger hole than she was already in.

  The music stopped and the blonde on him stopped dancing. All heads spun around to where Maisy stood next to the stereo. Her hands were on her hips, rage blazed through her eyes and even though she was a small thing, she looked like she was ready to kill. Rook couldn’t imagine why, it’s not like she actually had feelings for him, she was only using him. Maybe she was afraid she was going to lose her ratings booster, her media spotlight, to another woman.

  “I suggest you get off of Rook before I rip out each and every one of your nasty ass nipple hairs and make you eat them for dinner,” Maisy said between gritted teeth.

  Nipple hairs?

  Rook made another close examination of the girl on his lap and sure as shit, there was a nipple hair or two. Damn, he would have taken the two seconds to pluck those bad boys before straddling a famous singer. Standards in the groupie world must have fallen quite a bit.

  The girl was about to protest, but Maisy started coming after her so the girl took off, grabbed her clothes and her friends, and left the bus.

  “Damn, Maisy. Way to fucking cock block,” Cruz complained.

  Maisy didn’t pay any attention to him. Inst
ead she looked at Rook and then took off her top, exposing her lavender lace bra and perky breasts. Rook’s dick finally stirred to life and pressed against the zipper of his crotch. Fuck him.

  “You want a lap dance? You want a girl to strip for you? Fine, if that’s what it’s going to take…”

  She took off her pants and exposed her matching lavender thong and round ass. Fuck, she was so hot. Her blonde hair covered her body, playing tricks with his mind.

  She turned on the music, but lowered the volume. She started moving toward him and that’s when he realized that they weren’t alone.

  Rook sat up and shouted at his bandmates, “Get the fuck out of here.”

  Landon and Cruz were about to protest when Rook shouted, “Now, fuckheads.”

  Cruz stormed off like a petulant child and Landon was about to leave when he said, “Don’t forget what happened man. We’re here for you. We’re your family.”

  Rook nodded at him as he walked out of the bus.

  Maisy walked toward Rook and sat on his lap. Rook wanted to scream and yell at her, but at the moment, his dick was doing all the thinking.

  She whipped her head around to the music as she gyrated on his hips, making the friction in his pants send great joy through his body. He didn’t touch her, he didn’t dare run his hands up and down her soft skin. He denied himself the right to do so because, at the moment, he was trying to remember what she did to him. Then it hit him. She used him, she used him like everyone else had and hell if he wasn’t going to use her in return. His body wanted her, so that was what he was going to take.

  “Suck my dick,” he said rather gruffly.

  “Is that what the other girl was going to do? Is that what you wanted? For her to suck your dick because I wasn’t satisfying you enough?”

  “Yeah, she was going to suck me dry and then I was going to bury my dick in her, just like I did to you last night.” Rook knew it was the wrong thing to say, but he didn’t care.

  Hurt shot through Maisy’s expressive brown eyes making Rook feel like an ass. He didn’t want to feel like an ass, he wanted to hurt her. He kept reminding himself of that.

  “I thought you said you gave great head, let’s see it.”

  Tears welled up in her eyes, but he ignored them as he pushed past the urge to grab her and hold her, to comfort her.

  She got off his lap and started undoing his pants. Rook had no clue why she was listening to him. If the roles were reversed he would have given her a giant ‘fuck you’ and left, but she kept to the task at hand…literally.

  “This is what you want?” she asked, as she hovered above his exposed and extremely hard dick. He just nodded his head yes, not being able to form the words since her cupid shaped mouth was right next to the head of his surging cock.

  She shook her head and then opened her mouth, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Shit, he was going to be done in two seconds.

  One of her hands was positioned at the base of his cock and stroked him in time with the laps of her tongue and the suction of her mouth, while her other hand fondled his ball sac. Her hands were warm as they applied the right pressure that drove him crazy, but what really had him on edge was the cool feeling of her tongue ring gliding across his hard erection.

  His head fell back and rested on the top of the couch cushion as Maisy worked his cock like she was enjoying a damn ice cream cone. She ran her tongue on the underside of his cock, touching upon every sensitive nerve. She moved her tongue back up and let the barbell in her mouth fall into the hole at the head of his raging cock.

  “Motherfucker!”

  He reveled in the moist heat of her mouth and couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his mouth when she gripped him even tighter.

  His balls started to tighten and his legs started to go numb. His stomach flipped as he felt his orgasm start to come down on him. The pressure he felt building up in his lower half was so intense he had to close his eyes and focus on breathing, or else he was going to hyperventilate.

  Maisy drove her head all the way down on his dick and let the back of her throat stroke the tip of his cock, and that was when he lost it. He exploded and thrust his hips at Maisy’s mouth, not wanting to lose the pleasure she brought to him. She didn’t stop, she took what he threw at her and waited it out until he was completely done and motionless.

  Fuck, she was right. She knew how to give great head, like really great head. That was by far the best blow job he had ever received, especially from someone who was a virgin last night. He didn’t want to know how she learned how to give great head, all he cared about was that she just gave him one of the best orgasms of his life. Then it hit him, he was supposed to hate her, not worship her for being able to suck him off like a God damn vacuum on crack.

  He opened his eyes and looked down at Maisy who covered him back up. Rook closed his pants and got up from the couch which sent Maisy to the floor. He didn’t push her, nor did he wait for her to get up; it was an asshole move, but then again, he was an asshole, so it was only fitting.

  He grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was next to him, took a swig then looked at her before he headed to the back of the bus.

  “You know your way out.”

  Shock crossed her face as he turned around and shut the door so he didn’t have to deal with seeing her beautiful brown eyes anymore. He rested his head on the pillow that was thrown on the bed and thought about how much his life was going to suck now that Maisy was no longer a part of it. He should have stayed away from her like he originally planned, at least he would still have some drugs to kill the pain. All he had was alcohol, and that wasn’t doing the trick.

  Damn her, damn her and her manipulative, opportunistic ways.

  ***

  “Here you go, sweetheart.” Grey said as he handed Quinn her favorite ice cream: cookies and cream in a cup with chocolate sprinkles.

  “Thanks.” She barely looked at him.

  She had barely spoken to him all day. A part of Grey worried that she might have seen Willow flash him while in the hot tub, but he would have heard her enter the upstairs and, if he was being honest, it’s not like he asked Willow to flash him. Although his stupid dick was glad she did because it provided some material for his suffering blue balls. Quinn had completely cut him off. The last time she did that, they had to take her to the hospital for malnutrition.

  She was looking thinner and it scared the crap out of him. He was almost one hundred percent positive she had gone back to her old ways and he knew it was from the stress of Willow being on tour with them.

  Life would be so much easier if they could kick Twisted Perfection off the tour, especially after what Maisy did to Rook, but Grey knew that getting Twisted Perfection to leave would not be an option. The label and Pete loved them too much. So now everyone had to suffer, Quinn, Rook and Grey.

  “You going to eat that?” Grey asked, while nodding toward the cup of melting ice cream.

  “I’m not very hungry.”

  Grey blew out a frustrated breath. “Sweetheart, I’m getting a little nervous. You’re looking thin again…”

  Quinn’s head shot up and fire blazed through her eyes. “I’m not sick again, if that’s what you’re implying.”

  Grey threw up his hands in defense. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I am. Why don’t you worry about yourself and not me.”

  Confused, Grey asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Try keeping your dick in your pants for longer than two seconds.”

  She could have slapped him five times in a row and he wouldn’t have been more shocked than he was at the moment. He set his ice cream down on the picnic table they were sitting at, reached across the table and grabbed Quinn’s hand, which she instantly ripped away. They were in public, at an ice cream store in the city, so Grey really didn’t want to make a scene.

  He got up and walked over to Quinn’s side where he sat next to her and made her look at
him.

  “Quinn, what are you talking about?”

  “I know you’ve been fucking your way through all of the groupies the last couple of weeks.”

  Grey felt like he had walked into another world because Quinn was speaking crazy. The last time she acted like this, it was from being delirious from no food or nutrients. She was going through the same cycle. He needed to get her help.

  “Babe, look at me.” She looked at him as tears formed in her eyes. “I haven’t fucked another woman besides you. You are my one and only. You know that.”

  “Then how come you won’t touch me?”

  Grey had to shake his head from the confusion he was feeling. He tried every damn night to touch her, but she always pushed him away, turned in the other direction or just left the bed. He was trying, she was the one pushing him away.

  “I try, sweetheart. But you won’t let me. I want you. I want you every night.”

  “No you don’t. You think I’m too skinny.”

  The skinny part was true. Her clothes hung off of her like she shopped at a thrift store and all she could find were clothes two sizes too big for her.

  “You’re perfect. I just want to make sure you’re eating. I want to make sure you’re getting enough nutrients, that’s all. But you’re gorgeous and I’m desperately in love with you.”

  “You don’t mean that. You’re in love with Willow.”

  Yup, Grey knew that was coming. He was surprised it took Quinn that long to bring up Willow’s name.

  “I’m not at all. She’s a friend…well was until they screwed over Rook.”

  “That’s not true, you know,” Quinn said, thankfully changing the subject, something she did often when she was sick. “I remember when Pete asked Maisy to form a relationship with Rook, she didn’t want to. Said she wouldn’t do that to him, said she wanted to make it on her own.”

  “Are you sure? How do you know she didn’t decide to do it anyway?”