“You’re so beautiful and I’m so damn lucky you’re in my life.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, then the forehead and looked down at her. “I love you, Maisy.”
His words stopped her in her place and it felt like the room was spinning. He loved her? Did he even know what love was? She sure as hell didn’t. How did he know he actually loved her and did she love him back? She knew she couldn’t be without him, couldn’t stop thinking about him and needed him every moment they were breathing. Was that love?
“You don’t have to say anything back,” he reassured her. “I just had to tell you that because it’s been sitting on my tongue for a while. I don’t know what love is and frankly it scares the living shit out of me, but if love is this all-consuming feeling of not being able to breathe unless you’re near me, then I’m hopelessly in love with you, Maisy.”
A tear fell down Maisy’s face as she listened to the most beautiful words she had ever heard. She entwined her fingers with his and pulled him down for a kiss. He was so sweet, so beautiful, so amazingly honest and so beyond perfect for her that he had to be right. If love was an all-consuming feeling of not being able to breathe unless he was near, then she was hopelessly in love with him as well.
“I love you, Rook. You’re everything I’ve always wanted and I’m grateful every day that I’m in your life.”
Rook swept her up into his arms and brought her to the massive bed that was in the middle of the room. He quickly undressed, laid next to her on the bed and gently stroked the curves of her stomach. She knew he meant it to be an intimate touch but the light, almost feathery touch of his finger along her skin was driving her crazy.
“How did I get so lucky?” Rook asked, as he stared into her eyes.
“I think the same thing.”
“Please don’t let me screw this up, baby. Please help me make this happen for us.”
He was always so insecure about their relationship and she finally realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her; it was that he didn’t trust himself. He was always saying he trusted only his boys and had to work on trusting her, but that wasn’t the truth, he trusted her with his heart, the most important thing he could ever give her. He didn’t trust himself and his actions.
She caressed his cheek. “Just come to me, remember? You need to remember to talk to me and we can work out your demons together.”
He nodded as he pressed his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to fuck this up, Maisy. I love you so damn much it fucking hurts. When you’re not around, my chest constricts and it’s hard to function. I need you to live, Maisy.” He pressed her palm against his heart. “I can’t stand to lose you. Please help me.”
“I will.” She kissed him gently to sooth his anxiety. “I love you, Rook.”
She let him consume her body as he worked out the demons that were resting heavily against his chest. She gave him her entire body and showed him that she was his and only his. There was no one else she would rather be with. He owned her, completely.
Chapter 21
“Shots!!!!” screamed Willow, as she danced to the music that blared through the speakers strategically hidden around the hotel suite.
There were about fifty people in the room, mainly girls…actually all girls. Cruz didn’t invite one guy and, if Willow wasn’t so wasted, she would put up a stink about it, but she was too far in the bag to even care that there were women everywhere.
“Raisy” was in their own private room, doing who knew what; Quinn and Grey actually stuck around and were sitting on the couch together, despite their recent fighting and Cruz, Landon and Kaid were all being groped and grinded by the many women who were trying to get a piece of the famous Shattered Souls and the male portion of Twisted Perfection.
The label really put them up in a great suite. Everyone had their own room; the living space was enormous, decorated in modern fixtures and there was a Jacuzzi that looked over the skyline of Dallas. The suite was the definition of swanky; a place Willow always dreamed of, but never thought she would actually be able to stay. The suite was kind of a congratulations from the label for such a successful tour so far. If this was what life was going to be like if she was successful, then she was going to do whatever it took to stay successful. There was no way in hell she would be giving up such a lifestyle now that she had a taste of it.
Willow got off the coffee table that she was dancing on with a couple of the groupies and grabbed a shot from one of the girls preparing them at the bar. Cruz came up next to her, grabbed her waist and clinked his shot glass with hers before they downed them in one swift movement.
“Oh, that burns,” Willow said, while shaking her head. “What the hell was that?”
“Who cares?” Cruz shouted over the music. “Dance with me.”
Willow complied since she was drunk and, frankly, horny as hell, so if she got a little dry hump action, she was all for it, even if it was from Cruz.
She put her hand around his neck and let the other one dangle as she gyrated against his pelvis. She looked up into his eyes and had to admit, Cruz was an extremely attractive guy. He had all the dark features of a Latin man as well as the dance moves. He knew how to shake and move his hips to the music, which drove her crazy. He was cut just like every other guy in Shattered Souls; they had a serious training regimen and, at the moment, Willow was very grateful for their dedication to their bodies.
As she moved up and down his body, she took in his apparel. He was wearing tight jeans that were growing tighter in his crotch as they danced, he wore classic Chuck Taylors that almost every guy in the band sported on a regular basis, and he was wearing a slate grey shirt that said “Fuck You” on it. It was classic Cruz; Willow was totally digging it.
She turned in his arms so her back was to his chest and her ass in his crotch. His hand wrapped to the front of her hip and pulled her in closer as her hand traveled up and gripped the back of his neck. They moved seamlessly together to the music as it pumped through their bodies. Cruz’s hands roamed Willow’s body and she didn’t care, she actually encouraged it. He never touched her inappropriately, he kept his hands to non-bathing suit zones but where he did touch her still spurred her on. She was slowly losing herself.
Grey and Quinn were on the couch, taking in the whole atmosphere, but never really joining. Willow looked over at Grey and saw the fury that was rising in his eyes. For some reason, his reaction spurred her on even more, so she grinded her ass harder into Cruz. His erection was in full force now and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Cruz whispered in her ear.
Unfortunately, she wanted him too. Even though she swore to herself that she would never be with Cruz, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She needed someone to take care of the burning need that was pulsing through her body.
Grabbing a bottle of champagne, Willow led Cruz out to the Jacuzzi that overlooked the skyline, but was completely private. There were some girls already taking a little dip, but Willow made them leave. She was all up for a good time, but she didn’t like sharing.
Once the girls left, Willow shut the door, which closed them off from the rest of the party; just the slight beat of the music was still heard in the cool night air. She turned around and saw the wicked gleam of Cruz eyeing her up and down.
“No strings,” Willow said, matter of factly.
“Hell no. I don’t do clingy.”
“Me neither.”
They looked at each other for a second, Cruz fucking her with his eyes before she lifted her shirt over her head and took off her pants, leaving her in only her underwear. Cruz smiled and nodded up and down indicating he approved.
“Your turn.” She nodded at his still-clothed body.
He took care of his clothed body by quickly removing his pants, shoes, socks and shirt. He was left standing in a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs with an impressive erection straining to be released. Perusing his body up and down, she came
to the conclusion that if he ever quit the music industry he could easily be picked up as an underwear model for Calvin Klein because, at the moment, she wanted to take up stock in the company; Cruz looked so damn good.
Willow slipped off her underwear and then her bra. She watched Cruz’s eyes widen as he took in her entire body. She didn’t give him much time to look because she entered the warm heat of the Jacuzzi and basked in the feel of the jets on her skin. She leaned her head against the stone that surrounded the in-ground Jacuzzi.
Slipping off his boxers and following her, Cruz didn’t give Willow much time to get comfortable because he was standing right in front of her, completely ready and willing.
“You’ve got protection?”
“Always.”
“Good. I’m going to warn you. I’m horny as hell and in desperate need of being taken care of. I’m going to be extremely greedy.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Not caring about how slutty she looked, Willow sat on the stone outside of the Jacuzzi, spread her legs so her butt and feet were on the edge of the stone and said, “Lick me.”
With eyes lighting up as if she had just gifted him a very expensive present, he bent in front of her and complied with her demands. He placed her feet so they spread further apart on the edge of the stone, completely exposing her to him. She looked out over at the skyline and thought how she had never experienced such an erotic moment in her life.
His tongue was like magic, playing with her slick folds in ways she didn’t even know were possible. He licked and sucked her to the point that she thought she was going to black out. The sensations he was making her feel flew through her body at an alarming rate. Her head flew back as she moaned out loud, begging for more. He held her feet in place and continued using his devilish tongue to take her to new heights. She cried out loud as she completely lost herself.
She thrust her hips at his face, begging for more, until she couldn’t feel her bottom half anymore. Her entire core burned with pleasure as he finished lapping up every ounce of pleasure. She collapsed backwards and was thankful for his strong arms catching her before her head hit the hard tile.
She barely opened her eyes and looked into his deep, dark brown eyes that were glassed over with pleasure, pleasure from watching her lose herself completely.
“I hope you’re not done.”
“Nowhere near it,” she said as she leaned into his embrace and followed him into the Jacuzzi. He lightly played with her breasts as she tried to come back down from the world he sent her to. He played with the barbells in her nipples that were always a huge turn on for her and, just like that, she was ready to go again.
“Seriously, you have the hottest tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Do what you want with them, but whatever you do, I need you to be in me right now because I can’t wait much longer.”
“Fair enough.”
Cruz grabbed the condom that he had placed to the side, sheathed himself and was barely able to move his hands when Willow sat on his lap. She was facing him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned when she fully took him inside of her. Good God, she felt so incredibly full. She missed sex and she couldn’t believe she had gone so long without it.
“Shit. You can’t just do things like that,” Cruz said, while breathing heavily. “You have to give a guy a chance to adjust.”
“Am I hurting you?” Willow asked, while kissing Cruz all over his face.
“No, but I’m about to blow my load in two seconds if you don’t give me a second to adjust.”
“No time,” Willow said as she started to move up and down on Cruz, not giving him the chance he so desperately wanted. She didn’t have time, the pressure that was building up in her body needed to be released and the constant rubbing of Cruz’s cock against her sensitive nub was driving her crazy.
She rode him until they exploded in each other’s arms. Cruz’s swearing and moans turned Willow on so much that she had two orgasms as she rode Cruz until he was dry. She rested her head against his chest as they both tried to regain strength from one of the most explosive orgasms they both had ever had.
“We are doing that again,” Cruz said, breathlessly.
“You can bet your dick on it,” Willow replied, as she started kissing Cruz all over again.
***
The decorative frost coating on the doors that led out to the Jacuzzi blocked Grey’s view of what Willow and Cruz were doing, but what he could see was the shadow of Willow’s naked body along with Cruz’s. Pain, frustration and anger boiled inside of Grey’s body at the thought of Willow being touched by another man, especially Cruz.
Sick of the party and the women that were clawing at him and Quinn, he pulled Quinn into their room for the night, like he had wanted to do in the first place. She was the one who wanted to drink and hang out with everyone, so Grey obliged because he didn’t want to get in another fight with Quinn, even though all he wanted to do was curl up with her and enjoy her company. Instead, he got to watch Willow flaunt her body all night and then walk off with Cruz.
Grey ran his hand through his hair as he sat on the bed and started removing his shoes. He needed to get the thought of Cruz’s perverted hands running up and down Willow’s delectable body out of his head or else it was going to completely destroy his night, which he didn’t need. He needed a nice, peaceful night with Quinn.
Happy with her eating habits, he really wanted to show her how proud of her he was. She had gained some healthy weight and started to fill out her clothes better. Her new hairstyle was growing on him. It was still a bit of a shock, but she was looking good, he had to admit that.
“You know they’re fucking right now,” Quinn said, breaking Grey from his musings.
No shit, he wanted to shout. That was the reason why they were in their room now because he didn’t want to continue to hear Willow’s moans over the loud music.
He played it cool instead. “Who? Maisy and Rook, well yeah, when are they not fucking?”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about, Willow and Cruz.”
“So?” Grey said, while taking his shirt off and his pants.
Quinn stood in the doorway to the bathroom, still fully clothed with her arms crossed over her chest. Her body was completely stiff and almost defensive. What the hell did he do now?
“You care,” she said.
“Come on Quinn, are we still on this? Let’s move on.”
“Yes, that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while. Let’s move on.” Grey didn’t like the tone of her voice.
He started to approach her, but she held up her hand. “I think it’s time we talked.”
Yup, he didn’t like the tone of her voice at all. He sat on the bed and she sat in a chair that was across from the bed. A sickening feeling started to form in his stomach.
Quinn leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. She looked up at Grey and tears threatened to fall from her eyes. The emotional rollercoaster that she rode from day to day was almost exhausting. One minute, she was spitting out nasty words to him and then the next, she was somber and about to cry. He didn’t get it.
“I love you, Grey…”
“I love you, too.” He pulled her out of the chair and made her sit next to him.
“Please, let me finish.” Grey allowed her to proceed, but had to let go of her hand because he didn’t want her to feel the way his nerves had him shaking. “I love you, but I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.”
Grey felt like a ton of bricks hit his chest as Quinn continued. “I haven’t been happy for a while and I don’t know if it’s you or if it’s me. I’ve tried to change, but I’m still unhappy. I think a lot of it has to do with Willow and the way you want her.”
“I don’t want her!” he lied. He would do anything right now to keep Quinn by his side.
“I know you do, it’s all over you face and, frankly, it’s killing me inside. I can’t take it anymore. I can??
?t take the cheating…”
Grey nearly leapt off the bed in frustration. “I haven’t cheated on you! How many times do I have to tell you? It’s been like this from the beginning, people trying to break us up and you choose now to let it break you down?”
“I can’t take it anymore, Grey. I can’t take the wondering.”
“Maybe you should stop wondering and actually trust me. I’ve been with you since high school, you were my first and only, why would I want to change that? We have been through everything together, lies and health issues. I’ve been by your side when you’ve been at your lowest. Wouldn’t you think if I didn’t love you, if I didn’t care for you, I would give two shits and just leave you behind to deal with your own issues? No, I stuck by your side, helped you get healthy again and that’s because I love you, damn it. I love you, Quinn.”
“But are you in love with me?” Grey faltered for a second at the sound of her depressed voice. The second he took to regain himself was too long because Quinn stood and started walking away.
“I am,” Grey said, too little too late.
“I changed for you. I tried for you Grey and you didn’t even notice. You didn’t even care.”
“I didn’t ask you to change,” Grey yelled. “I liked you the way you were. I didn’t ask you to pull a Britney Spears and cut your hair short and dye it. I liked you better the way you were. I like blondes.” The minute the words rolled off his tongue, he knew it was the wrong thing to say.
Shit.
Her eyes widened at his statement and tears fell from her eyes. “I’m never good enough for you. I’m too thin, I’m not blonde, I’m too emotional, I don’t have sex with you enough. Well I’m sick of it and I’m done trying to please someone I don’t love. We’re done, Grey and I swear to God, if you follow me out this door, I will call the cops on you. DO NOT follow me.” Quinn slammed their door shut, not just on him but on their relationship.
What a fucking night. Willow is screwing Cruz’s brains out and his girlfriend of many years breaks up with him because of her insecurities…and his yearning for Willow.