Toxic (Addiction #1)

  All the boys quickly got up from their chairs and grabbed their first outfits, all varying in style but in the same hues. Grey gave Quinn a quick peck on the cheek as he passed her. A twinge of jealousy flew through Willow’s stomach, but she tamped it down before she let it develop into anything.

  Watching Quinn float around, Willow noticed that she had gained some weight and was looking fantastic. Her new haircut and make-up made her look dark and mysterious, Willow was developing a girl crush on Quinn.

  “You look good, by the way,” Willow said, as Quinn pulled out a pair of heels for Maisy. She always took longer in hair and make-up because her hair was so damn long.

  Quinn stopped in her tracks at Willow’s compliment. “Thanks. I’ve gained some weight; burgers and fries will do that to you.”

  “It was much-needed weight,” Willow said, with a sensitive tone. “You look hot, girl, and let’s be honest, your tits are kind of glorious.”

  Perking up, Quinn looked down at her breasts and cupped them. “Not as good as yours, but I think five more cheeseburgers and I might get there.”

  Willow laughed. “Maybe.” She looked back at where the boys were and couldn’t help but ask, “So you and Grey seem to be doing well?”

  “Eh,” Quinn said, while weighing with her hands. “I think we’re just going through the motions. I think I’m going to end it soon. There is no real spark between us and I don’t want to be wasting our time.”

  Taken back by Quinn’s candid demeanor, Willow responded, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “No, you’re not,” Quinn said, without skipping a beat.

  Willow felt like Quinn had punched her in the stomach. Yeah, Willow probably wasn’t the best of friends to Quinn and maybe she flashed her boyfriend once in the hot tub, but Quinn didn’t know about that, did she?

  “Quinn…”

  “Cut the crap, Willow. I know about your feelings for Grey; it’s beyond obvious. Ever since you came along, Grey has pulled away. He swears he’s never done anything with you and I guess I believe him, but I highly doubt you’re sorry that things aren’t working out for me and Grey.”

  Willow didn’t even know how to respond.

  Quinn continued. “I’ll never be okay with you and Grey, just so you know. Never. So don’t even think about it. He’s off limits, Willow.”

  With that, Quinn walked away and called after the boys to quit comparing dick sizes and get their clothes on. Cruz shouted that he won, making the other guys laugh out loud. Why was it that the guys were all able to get along but the girls couldn’t? Maybe because girls were a bunch of catty bitches.

  If Quinn didn’t love Grey anymore, what was it to her if Grey and Willow got together? It’s not like Quinn had staked claim over Grey; yeah, they dated for an extremely long time and, if Quinn was dumb enough to give him up, then that was her loss. It’s not like she had to live by the girl code because apparently they weren’t really friends, not after the way Quinn just talked to her.

  Strolling out in dark jeans, a cream button-up that was open at the chest and suspenders came Cruz. He looked damn good, Willow couldn’t help but lick her lips. If she couldn’t have Grey, maybe she should go after Cruz. She was that desperate at this point. She needed a dick and she needed one soon or she was going to lose it.

  ***

  Rook hated photo shoots with a passion. They were, by far, the worst part of their job. The clothes were always extremely uncomfortable, he had to wear make-up which went against all his moral codes, and he had to listen to a fussy photographer as he tried to get “his shot.” The only good thing about the photo shoot this go around was the fact that they got to pose with Twisted Perfection and that meant he got to hang all over his girl.

  Surprisingly, Rook, so far, had been able to be a decent human toward Maisy lately. They had a couple of hiccups, mostly their jealousies coming out, but they talked about them and worked them out before they blew things out of proportion.

  They spent one night talking about Maisy’s childhood once again, how she lost her mother and her dad’s horrible actions. If Rook ever saw the man, his fist would become great friends with his face.

  Rook accepted his childhood, having to feed his father’s habit on a daily basis, but the thought of poor, sweet Maisy being touched by her father was more than Rook could bear. They refused to bring up any more of their past sacrifices because it was just too much for both of them. They carried a lot of baggage between the two of them and sorting through it all was a task they weren’t quite strong enough to do yet.

  “Hey, ace.”

  Rook turned around to see Maisy in a pair of short brown shorts that showed off her amazing legs, a denim button up shirt that hugged every inch of her body, and a pair of ankle boots. Her shirt was missing a few buttons at the top so Rook got a good view of her cleavage which was being pushed up by a blue lacy bra. Her hair was in massive curls that fell over her shoulders and her bangs cut off her right eye, making her look sexy as sin. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself.

  “Damn, boo. You look so fucking good.” He walked toward her and pulled her into his embrace. He was just about to kiss her when someone cleared their throat next to them.

  “Don’t even think about it, Tyler.” Quinn was tapping her foot next to them. “She just got done with hair and make-up and I don’t need your horny hands messing her all up.”

  “Come on, Quinn.”

  “Let go of her, Tyler or you won’t like what happens.” Quinn glanced down at his crotch indicating she wasn’t afraid to use brute force on his most sensitive man part.

  Rook quickly dropped his hands to his sides, but inwardly groaned when Maisy pouted up at him. She was a little temptress.

  “Good boy.” Quinn patted him on the face.

  Once Quinn left, Rook turned toward Maisy again, who was looking up at him with what seemed like love in her eyes.

  “What are you staring at, baby? You can’t look at me like that and expect me to be good.”

  She gave him a wicked grin and placed an incredibly soft kiss on his lips, almost so soft that he didn’t think she made contact.

  “You are, by far, the most handsome man I have ever seen and you’re really good in bed, not that I have anyone to compare it to, but you’re really good. Just thought you would like to know.”

  She started to walk away as she smiled over her shoulder.

  “You’re a she-devil,” he shouted, as he tried to calm his body down from her proclamation. Hearing that he was good in the sack was never a bad thing and when the hottest girl he had ever been with said it, it was hard to rein in the emotions that were literally flowing through his body.

  He needed to get through this photo shoot quickly so he could take his girl back to their bed on the bus and explore the intricacies of the blue bra she was wearing that he currently couldn’t get out of his head.

  ***

  “Willow, take that vest off. I think the red bra will be good enough,” the photographer shouted at her.

  Grey swallowed hard as he saw Willow chuck her vest to the side from the corner of his eye. The photo shoot was going on longer than he expected and he was starting to get annoyed, especially since all his poses were with Willow and Cruz. The photographer was trying to showcase some kind of weird love triangle between the three of them; that was the only explanation Grey could come up with.

  Rook and Maisy posed together while the magazine played up the bro-mance between the two drummers, Landon and Kaid. They were all posing as a group, but they sectioned the group off and of course Maisy and Rook, also known as Raisy, had their own separate photo shoot. The second backdrop of the photo shoot was more dramatic with the white brick wall and contrasting black floor. They all wore pops of red to stand out and, apparently, Willow’s pop of red was her bra. Lucky Grey.

  Was Quinn torturing Grey by putting Willow in the tightest, hottest clothes she could find? She was in a pair of leather tight-fitting pants, black stilettos
and now just her bra. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and her makeup made her blue eyes stand out amongst her other gorgeous features.

  “Grey, put your hand on her stomach and Cruz put your hand on her shoulder. Come on boys work with me. Everyone else is doing their part. Act like you like the girl.”

  Act like he liked the girl? Grey didn’t have to act; he was trying to act like he didn’t like her. Quinn stood behind the photographer with her arms crossed, eyeing Grey up and down, giving him the death stare. Fear prickled at the back of his neck from the look of disgust she was giving him. He didn’t need this right now; he was already skating on thin ice where Quinn was concerned, he didn’t need to be draping his body all over Willow.

  “Come on boys, we can do better than this,” Willow said to them as she jumped up into Cruz’s arms and then leaned back so Grey had to catch her upper half. She threw her arms up and let them dangle behind her head, giving her breasts a boost so they nearly toppled over her bra.

  “Just like that, hold it.” the photographer shouted. “Grey lean forward and look at her body.”

  Jesus.

  Grey did as was told because he knew if he didn’t they would have to stay longer, so he complied. Cruz held up one of her legs so it almost looked like they were assisting her with a back flip. Damn she was flexible, Grey thought as they took pictures. Her back was completely arched and she was still looking at the camera, selling it.

  “Raisy, you look great. Rook kiss the side of her head and Maisy can you…oh yes, just like that. Hold it everyone.”

  Clicks of the camera shot off as everyone held their pose. Willow’s breathing was heavy as she held her acrobatic pose. Grey couldn’t help but look at her amazing body that was well defined. She wasn’t muscular, just cut in all the right places and she had the most glorious ass and tits he had ever seen. It wasn’t fair to a man to have to be around such a woman.

  “Perfect everyone. Thanks, that’s a wrap.” The audience they had clapped as Cruz and Grey properly put Willow back on her feet.

  “Thanks boys. You were great.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek. Grey pulled away quickly because he didn’t want Quinn getting any ideas. “Party tonight? It’s our only night off until we are done with the tour.”

  “You got it, sweet tits,” Cruz replied. “I already have the booze ready. We have the presidential suite at the hotel all booked; everyone has a room so we should be all set.”

  “Good, got any boys lined up for me?”

  Grey’s insides turned to instant jealousy. He didn’t want to think of Willow with anyone, not that he had control over her at all, but he didn’t like to think that another man would get the chance to touch that luscious body of hers. As far as he knew, she hadn’t been with anyone since they went on tour and Grey wanted to keep it that way.

  “Nope, only women coming. I told you though, if you need that itch scratched, I can take care of it for you,” Cruz said, while grabbing Willow around the waist.

  Fury buried itself deep in Grey’s stomach, what would be worse than Willow fucking Landon, would be Willow fucking Cruz. The man was a walking condom and Grey didn’t want to think about Cruz’s slimy hands running up and down Willow’s body.

  “Forget it Cruz,” Willow said, as she gently pushed him away. “I’m too much for you to handle.”

  “I doubt that.”

  Willow smirked at Cruz then said, “I’ll see you two a little later tonight. Bring your drinking pants.”

  They both watched her walk away and join up with Maisy as they walked toward the dressing area to get changed.

  “I think I came in my pants during that photo shoot,” said Cruz. “She’s so fucking hot. What woman has real tits like hers? I would give anything to bury my head in her cleavage. And her ass is just calling for my dick.”

  “Shut up, fuck head. God, can you think of anything else?” Grey said, as he started to walk away.

  “Just because Quinn is giving you the cold shoulder doesn’t mean you need to take it out on us, fuck stick,” Cruz shouted, as Grey walked away. Just what Grey needed, Cruz spouting off his big mouth again.

  Grey went to the dressing area and started changing out of the starchy clothes he was wearing. He looked good in them, but they were uncomfortable as hell since they hadn’t been washed. Plus the jeans that Quinn made him wear most of the time really gave no room for his package. He always enjoyed a little bit more room for his man parts to breathe.

  “You telling everyone we don’t fuck?” Grey turned around to find Quinn leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

  “Not now, Quinn.”

  “Don’t you dare think about going after her.”

  Grey blew out a frustrated breath and counted to ten before he looked up at her. He didn’t need Quinn riding his back at the moment, when he was trying to rein in the emotional turmoil he was going through. He wanted Willow, so fucking badly it hurt his dick, but he didn’t want to lose Quinn. She was his comfort, his home, she was what he knew. He loved her.

  Looking up at Quinn, Grey walked toward her and pulled her into a hug, even though Quinn was reluctant.

  “The only person I’m going after is you, sweetheart. I know that photo shoot was hard for you, but honestly, nothing happened; you were there, you saw. If anything, readers are going to think Willow and Cruz are boning from the way Cruz was hanging all over her.” The thought made Grey’s stomach do another turn.

  “She wants you, you know.” Grey knew, he could see it in Willow’s eyes. He knew from the moment he first met her that she wanted him. That’s why his life had been so painful since they started the tour because every time Willow looked at him, she looked at him like she wanted to eat his dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  “That doesn’t matter. What matters right now is getting changed and then hitting up the Jacuzzi tub in our suite. Come on.”

  He finished changing as quickly as possible and then took Quinn by the hand and led her to the waiting vehicle that would take them to the hotel. Grey didn’t want to go to the party in the suite they were having; he decided that he would sit back, turn on some light music to drown out the partiers and hold his woman in his arms while watching water fall over her body from the Jacuzzi.

  ***

  Their room was lit only by candles, the faint sound of everyone getting drunk and having fun filtered underneath the door and Rook stood in the middle of the room, holding a single rose as Maisy approached him.

  She had to spend a little extra time answering questions for the magazine, so Rook took off without her. She was a little upset at first that he didn’t wait for her, but now she understood why he took off so fast. He wanted to surprise her.

  Her heart melted at the sight in front of her. The candlelight played off of Rook’s sharp features, giving him an insanely gorgeous look about him, not that he wasn’t gorgeous every day, but under the dim light, he looked dark, mysterious and delectable. She still couldn’t believe that Rook was all hers. The amazingly complex, sometimes brooding and gorgeous man with so much passion was all hers.

  “Hey, ace. What’s going on?”

  He stepped closer to her, wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a deep, electrifying kiss. His lips shot through her entire body as he maneuvered around her mouth. She felt her legs start to go weak as he pressed himself up against her body.

  It was mystifying to Maisy that she could turn on a man like Rook, that whenever she was around him, he lost control and had to have her at that moment. She was always fascinated by Rook and never in her life did she think she would actually be his, that she would own his soul and could touch him anytime she wanted.

  “You were gone too long,” Rook whispered in her ear, as he kissed her along her neck and jawline.

  “It seems like you missed me?”

  “Unless I’m deep inside of you, I’m always missing you, boo.”

  He pulled away and handed her the single r
ose as he smiled down at her.

  “Thank you.” She looked around the room and took in the candles, massive bed and…were those sex toys on the nightstand? She gave Rook a suspecting look. “What are those over there, mister?”

  Rook turned around and feigned shock. “Heavens to Betsy, how did those get there?”

  Maisy playfully swatted his chest. “Please tell me those are all new.”

  Throwing his head back and laughing he said, “Of course, babe. I’m glad to see you have such a high opinion of me.”

  She shrugged as she took off the shirt and pants that were confining her body. Rook stared intently as she moved about the room, taking in her every move and groaning when she bent over to take off the thigh high leggings she was wearing. She rolled them up and tossed them to the side.

  “Much better.” Rook eyed her expectantly.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You’re just going to undress in front of me and not come over here and let me help you? You can be punished for such behavior.”

  “I’m not using any of those items over there,” Maisy said, while pointing at the nightstand. The thought of Rook trying to make her come with anything other than his very own body was a turn off to her.

  “We don’t have to. I just wanted to make sure you were fully satisfied. I don’t want you to get sick of me,” Rook said tenderly. Maisy’s heart broke for him.

  She went over to him, grabbed him by the shirt, and made him look her in the eyes.

  “Believe me when I say, I will never get sick of you and I would much rather have your tongue, lips, hands and dick all over my body than those cheap plastic contraptions. I want the real thing, I want you.”

  Rook’s hand caressed Maisy’s cheek and went to the back of her head where he ran it through her hair. His touch was so incredibly gentle, it almost brought her to tears. He was so hard on the outside, always putting on a front for everyone, but around her, he let his defenses down and showed her the real man that he was and she couldn’t get enough of that man.