Toxic (Addiction #1)

by Meghan Quinn

  The girls and Kaid waved at the crowd as they walked off the stage. The minute they got out of the line of vision of the crowd, they started jumping up and down. Maisy jumped up into Kaid’s arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him as he spun her around.

  “You did it baby girl. God, I’m so damn proud of you.” He gave her a big kiss on the lips and set her down while he went and hugged Willow.

  Rook could barely focus because all that was running through his head was the way that Kaid held Maisy and then kissed her on the lips. Rook knew Maisy didn’t belong to him, nor were they in any way intimately involved, but the mere fact that she was held by another man made Rook want to shove Kaid’s head through an amp.

  Rook raked his hand through his hair as he felt his entire body go jittery from the feeling of wanting to pummel someone’s ass. Why was he freaking out so much? Why was he letting her get to him, to the point that he was going to explode and take it out on a roadie by making a roadie shaped head hole in his guitar?

  Grabbing a beer from one of the coolers backstage, he quickly downed it and instantly felt some of the edge that was rolling through his body ease up. He looked up to see where his bandmates were and made eye contact with Maisy who was now talking to their band manager, Pete. She was listening to what he had to say, but kept her eyes on Rook as if she was waiting for approval from him.

  He walked up to the steps that led to the stage, grabbed his guitar and looked at Maisy one last time before he took the stage. She smiled at him, making his entire body relax, just from one damn smile. He winked back at her and took the stage.

  That night he sang with his entire soul. He felt stripped and bared down for everyone to see, but it was the most thrilling and intoxicating feeling he had ever felt and he only had one person to thank for it. Maisy did something to him; she made him want more with his music…she inspired him and made him want to be better. That night, he sang his heart out and put on the best performance of his life, to date. All thanks to his little edgy angel.

  ***

  After the concert was over, the bands cleaned up in their dressing rooms and headed over to the tour bus after they showered. They were driving through the night to reach their next destination on the tour, Seattle. Willow was still thriving off of the buzz she had from playing for thousands of people in a state-of-the-art arena. She had never felt so alive in her life and now that their first show nerves were gone, they were ready to tackle the next show with a vengeance.

  Their set flew by and before she knew it, they were on their last song and ready to head off the stage. She wished they had longer to play, but she wasn’t going to be selfish; she was beyond elated with the opportunity to even be on stage.

  After their set, Twisted Perfection watched the boys play from the side of the stage to pick up some tips on how they worked the crowd and the stage. Pete, their band manager, told them to closely watch how Shattered Souls interacted with each other on stage. Apparently that was something Willow and Maisy needed to work on. Willow didn’t know how else they could interact with each other, short of humping the other’s leg like a horny dog in heat. Maisy and Willow talked about what else they could do and promised to work on it.

  Willow didn’t even have a chance to talk to any of the boys from Shattered Souls after the concert, since they had meetings with the label. She was dying to know what Grey thought of their performance. She spent most of her days when she wasn’t focused on her music, wondering what Grey was up to, if he was touching Quinn, if he thought about her at all. It was all wishful thinking on her part.

  After the phone conference with the label, she quickly showered, slipped on a tank top and boy shorts that she could sleep in and threw her hair up in a high ponytail. She planned on slipping into the bus and into her bunk before anyone could see her, but she had to first gather her clothes she forgot to grab after she changed for the concert. She was so damn excited about getting on stage, she forgot to pick up after herself.

  She tiptoed around the room that was full of boxes, clothes and miscellaneous items, grabbed her clothes and headed for the door when she ran smack into Grey’s bare chest. She stepped back to gain her balance and that was when she was able to take in his entire body and, good Lord, was he delicious. He was wearing mesh shorts and that was it. His hair was wet from the shower he just took and he smelled like soap, so manly and so yummy.

  Her body started to tighten from being so close to him, it happened to her every time he was around. Her hormones went into overdrive and her entire body went into a full-on blaze. That was when she realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt she was wearing put on a great display of everything she had to offer. Her nipples were puckered from being in the same room as Grey and he noticed because his eyes were fixed on her breasts. Her whole body throbbed with excitement from his blatant once over.

  “Uh, sorry. I just had to grab my clothes,” Willow said, trying to break the tension that was floating between them.

  “Yeah, no problem,” Grey said, while moving to the side.

  Willow looked down to gather a sock that fell from her pile and noticed the blatantly excited display of male anatomy standing at attention in front of her.

  She licked her lips and looked up at him. He shifted in place as his face went red.

  “Sorry, I uh, I’m just going to get out of your way.”

  Willow stopped him before he could leave. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she didn’t want him to leave so fast. He was hot for her and she wanted to see where it went. There was no way in hell she was going to just let him leave when clearly there was potential for something to happen between them.

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s flattering.” Willow bravely traced the six pack that was screaming out to her with her index finger. He breathed in sharply at her touch, but didn’t push her away, which excited her even more. She knew he was attached to Quinn, but at the moment, he was all hers.

  “Willow…”

  “I know,” she said, removing her hand. “I just can’t help myself when you’re around. You make me throb all over whenever you’re near me. I know it’s wrong, but it just feels so right.”

  She ran her hand up his chest, lightly ran her finger over his nipple and then back down to his waist where she grabbed onto the waistband of his mesh shorts. He shivered from her touch which ignited her female ego. The fact that she could make Grey Cross squirm made her feel like she owned the world.

  “If you weren’t dating Quinn right now, I would have these shorts stripped off of you and my lips around the head of your cock so fast you wouldn’t know what hit you.”

  “Jesus,” Grey said, while rubbing his face with his hands. “Please get out of here Willow before I regret what I do to you.”

  “And what do you want to do to me?” she asked, while dipping her fingers below his waistband.

  Grey grabbed her hands and stared at her. She thought he was going to scold her, slap her wrists and send her on her way like a little child, but instead he shocked the hell out of her. He pinned her up against the wall so her hands were above her head as his hands held her in place. His body was pressed up against hers and her legs were separated by his. He was so close she could feel his erection press up against her stomach.

  He looked into her eyes as she tried to gather air to breathe. He was so close, so close she could lick him. She thought she was going to have an orgasm right there on the spot.

  “You’re so damn hot, you know that?” He looked her in the eyes. “I think about you all the time and it’s slowly eating away at me. I think about you while my girlfriend sucks my cock and I think about you in the shower while I try to relieve the pressure you build up in me. You’re trouble with a capitol T and you know it. I can’t do anything about it though because I’m with Quinn and I love her. So I’m asking you to please let me be because I don’t have much will left in my body to resist you.”

  His confession was exciting, but also heartb
reaking. She didn’t want to leave him alone, especially not after he just told her he thought about her all the time. No, she was going to get what she wanted. She’d had a shitty life up until this point and it was high time she started cashing in all her I.O.U’s from life. She was going after Grey.

  Instead of backing down, Willow ground her hips against his, forcing him to exhale sharply from the movement, causing heated friction between them. She maneuvered her hips so they were grinding against each other to non-existent music. She was doing all the work, but she didn’t care because it felt so damn good.

  Chills ran up her arms at the harsh breaths that were coming from Grey, from his control slowly slipping away. She wanted to push him, she wanted to see how far he would go, and she wanted to see if he would lose his mind and finally take her mouth in his like she so desperately wanted.

  She continued to grind against him as he stood motionless, just enjoying the ride. There was no touching besides where their hands and hips met. A light sheen of sweat spread across Willow’s body as she shifted her body harder against his, reveling in the firm erection she rubbed against. She forgot where she was, what was going on around her and what a night she had, all she could think about was rubbing against Grey and driving them both crazy.

  Her body couldn’t take much more. She could feel herself start to tighten up and never did she think she could orgasm from dry humping but she was seconds away from it.

  “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Grey asked in a strangled voice as he slightly thrust for the first time against her.

  She didn’t say anything. Instead, she wrapped her leg around Grey’s waist, hooking him closer to apply more pressure to her center and continued to grind as he stood above her, holding her hands. The minute he groaned in the back of his throat, she lost all control and finally released the tension that built up in her body the minute she met Grey in person.

  She moaned uncontrollably as she dry humped the shit out of Grey. Before she could get him off with her own maneuvers, he pulled away and turned around so she couldn’t see him finish pumping away. She knew he finished when a strangled moan escaped from his lips. She would have helped him pleasure himself if she wasn’t so spent from her own orgasm.

  When she finally caught her breath, she looked over at Grey who was hunched over with his hands on his knees. She went over to him and put her hands on his back. He instantly stood up and turned away from her as if she was an incurable disease.

  He looked at her with those perfect blue eyes and she felt herself starting to melt. Then his eyes went stern and his jaw tightened. Whatever he was going to say next, she wasn’t going to like.

  “Leave me alone, please Willow,” he said, while his hand was on his forehead, as if he couldn’t believe what just happened, that she just got him off from some light petting.

  “Why are you denying this?” she asked, while waving between the two of them.

  “This…can’t be anything. What just happened was nothing and can never be anything, you hear me? I’m in love with Quinn. I’m not in love with you. I’m just…I’m just…I don’t know what I am, but this can’t happen again. If you cared about me at all, you would just leave me alone.”

  Willow felt like her heart was ripping in two from his words but she didn’t let it show, she wouldn’t.

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Please!” he practically shouted. “I can’t stay away from you, Willow. All I want is to bury myself deep inside you, but I can’t. Please do this for me, Willow. I can’t resist you and I don’t want to hurt Quinn. Please just stay away until I can figure out what the hell is going on.”

  “But…”

  Grey came up to her and stroked the side of her cheek with his large, callused hand.

  “Please, beautiful. Do this for me.”

  Willow turned into a pathetic puddle from his touch. How could she deny him what he wanted when he talked in such a soothing tone and called her beautiful?

  “Okay,” was all she said.

  He nodded and walked out the door, leaving her alone but completely satisfied. He liked her and couldn’t resist her. She would leave him alone for now, but hell if she wasn’t going to mind fuck him. She belonged with Grey, not Quinn, and Willow was going to make damn sure Grey realized that.

  ***

  Maisy tossed and turned in her bunk. They were incredibly small spaces so every time she rolled over, trying to get comfortable, she found herself banging the wall or the ceiling. By the end of the tour, she was going to be completely black and blue from unintentionally abusing herself in her bunk.

  She was on a high from the concert and didn’t think she would ever come down from it. Their set list kept running through her head, the praise from the label and the screaming crowd. She knew when they were finally able to play at a legit venue, it was going to be one of the best feelings in the world, but she didn’t know she was going to feel like she was untouchable.

  The label was extremely happy at the reviews critics were giving Twisted Perfection. They were planning on launching a huge media campaign once the album was ready which was priority number one. Luckily, the next couple of venues the bands would be touring at had corresponding studios that the label either owned or had a partnership with. The producer for their album, Harper Wiggins, was being flown around to different locations to make sure their sound and vibe was consistent.

  Luckily, the label was very happy with the songs that Twisted Perfection already had, so they didn’t have to change much. The label had two songs they wanted to add to the album, which surprisingly, the band was able to tweak a little to make their own. Shattered Souls gave them the rights to their song, “You Don’t Know Me” to put on their album as an extra track, which was amazing because the song was already a hit.

  Maisy could feel things happening for her and her friends. The excitement was almost too much to contain, leaving her sleepless. Instead of constantly abusing herself in the small bunk, she tore her blanket off, threw on her fuzzy slippers and tiptoed out to the front of the bus where the only breathing human in the vicinity was the driver, Al.

  She pulled out the leather notebook that Kaid had given her and started writing down how she was feeling. Even if no lyrics came to mind, at least she could release some of the excitement she was feeling.

  Normally, when an exciting thing happened in a person’s life, they had the privilege to call their parents and share the excitement with them, but that wasn’t an option for Maisy. Her mom was dead and her dad was in jail, so instead, she wrote her life away.

  The dull hum of the bus driving down the vacant highway ran through her ears as the pen in her hand floated across the parchment paper in her notebook. She wasn’t even sure if what she was writing made any sense, but as she continued to write, she felt at ease. Music and writing were the two solid things in her life, not even Kaid and Willow fell into those categories. She knew they would always be a part of her life, but she never put her trust fully into people because they could very rapidly change with the snap of two fingers.

  She trusted herself and herself alone. She did put some trust in Willow and Kaid, but she knew there was always the slight possibility that, one day, they could turn on her. If her own father could take away the love a child craves for and abuse it instead, then anyone could do that to her.

  “What are you doing up?” came that deep baritone voice she was way too familiar with.

  She nearly flew out of the bench seat she was sitting in and screamed. She held her heart and breathed heavily as she looked up at the piercing blue eyes that haunted her dreams. He looked damn good. He rubbed one eye as he looked down at her with the look of a sleepy boy. He was shirtless, which made Maisy itch to feel his skin to see if it was as hard as she thought it was.

  “You need to stop scaring the ever living shit out of me.”

  “I would prefer not to scare the shit out of you because, frankly, that’s mortifying to think about.”

 
Maisy flushed at his comment. It was mortifying to think about. If she ever accidently shit in front of Rook, she would retire herself as a human and just walk away. Her life would be absolutely over.

  Changing the subject from bodily excrements, she asked, “Couldn’t sleep?”

  “Nah, I never sleep through a night unless I’m completely trolled.”

  “Trolled?”

  “Wasted, fucked to a bliss, half in the bag…drunk.”

  “Got it,” Maisy said, while holding up her hand.

  “What were you thinking about before I walked in. Your brow was all crinkled,” he said while pointing to her forehead.

  “Nothing much, just my parents.”

  Rook nodded his head as he looked around. “You close with them?”

  A maniacal laugh escaped her mouth. “No, my mom is dead and my dad’s in jail.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “I’m not.” Maisy closed her notebook. “The sick bastard deserves it.” She didn’t know why, but she felt like she needed to explain her life to Rook, as if he would understand. “My dad used to touch me when I was little. He didn’t start until after my mom died. His abuse was finally reported to officials after a couple of years and he was put in jail. That’s why I ended up in the foster care system and luckily met Willow and Kaid.

  “Yeah, I meant sorry about your mom.”

  “Oh…” Maisy felt mortified that he showed absolutely no emotion toward her story.

  “I hope that fucker gets what he deserves in jail,” Rook said casually.

  Alright, she would take that. He was a man of little worlds, but the words that he did happen to share with the world did have an impact. She could tell by the way he looked at her that he truly was sorry for her family’s shortcomings.

  “Why were you thinking about your parents?”

  “I thought how it would have been nice to share tonight with them, if they were still around. I feel like I’m on such a high from the concert that I wanted to tell someone but…really have no one to tell.”