Toxic (Addiction #1) (12 page)

Willow, Maisy and Kaid all huddled together before they were called out on stage. They wrapped their arms around each other and looked into each other’s eyes.
 

“This is it, girls,” Kaid said, while looking at them with all the brotherly love he had. “Are you babes ready to rock it out?”

“Fuck yes,” Willow said, while fist pumping behind Maisy’s back.
 

“I’ve been waiting for this my whole life and I’m so glad I get to be here with you two,” Maisy said, while squeezing tightly the two people who mattered the most to her.
 

“You’re on in thirty,” shouted Pete from the side.
 

They all separated, straightened out their clothes and then Kaid pulled each of them into a hug before they took the stage.
 

Butterflies floated throughout Maisy’s stomach as she waited to be called out on stage. She wasn’t nervous, more like excited to her core. This was finally happening and she couldn’t wait to show everyone who Twisted Perfection was.
 

While working on their set list, Grey told them they had to keep the one cover of “You Don’t Know Me” in their lineup because of the way they broke down the melody and really ripped apart the song to make it their own. Shattered Souls agreed that Twisted Perfection owned the song now, which surprised Maisy because she never thought Rook would give away one of his songs, especially to her.
 

Nothing came from the other night when she so brazenly kissed Rook on the lips. She didn’t know what had gotten into her; all she knew was that she hated herself for it because the feel of his lips on hers was imprinted in her mind. She tried to shake off the thoughts of Rook because she had more important things to worry about.
 

“Maisy, come on. Maisy, we’re on,” Kaid shouted to her, as he walked up the stage.
 

Maisy shook her head, adjusted her shorts and grabbed her guitar that was sitting on a stand. As she put the guitar over her shoulder, she saw a figure in the dark, watching her every move. She didn’t have to look any further to know it was Rook. She could feel him on her body when she was huddled up with Kaid and Willow. She could sense him when he thought he was being sly and out of the way; she knew better though.
 

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked up on stage. The lights were bright and provided a great deal of warmth, which was nice since she was wearing a skimpy outfit. The arena they were in was completely filled to the max with screaming Shattered Souls fans. Maisy had never seen so many hands flying in the air, girls screaming their heads off and cell phones pointed in her direction.
 

Maisy didn’t have time to think about the crowd in front of her because Kaid kicked their first song off with the beat of his drums. Maisy’s fingers started flying instinctively up and down her guitar. Before she knew it, she was singing into the old school microphone that was standing in front of her.
 

Their music ran through her ears, sending shivers up and down her spine, but nothing could affect her. Not the crowd, not the screams, not the gorgeous blue eyed man that was staring at her from the sidelines, nothing. She was in the zone. She lived for moments like this. And this was a moment she would never forget.
 

Their first song ended and the sound that filled the arena when their music stopped was full of cheers and clapping. Fans were going crazy for them and Maisy couldn’t hold back the smile that was creeping across her face.
 

“Thank you!” Maisy shouted into the mic. “We’re Twisted Perfection and we are so beyond excited to be here.”

***

Rook couldn’t take his eyes off her, no matter how much he begged himself to. He was glued to the side of the stage, watching their entire set list tick by, song by song. He was already dressed and ready to go for their concert, so he didn’t have to worry about getting ready; he could just enjoy the show.
 

The only time he was torn away from watching Twisted Perfection play was when he had to join the boys for the Meet and Greet with some of their most dedicated fans. Rook smiled and introduced himself to practically panting girls, shook their hands, signed some autographs and took pictures with them. By the time he was done, Twisted Perfection had two songs left.
 

Rook stood by the stage as he watched Maisy rock it out. Willow and Maisy played off of each other, worked the stage and sang to the crowd as if they had known them forever. You would never have guessed that this was their first time playing in front of an arena-sized crowd.
 

The guys were warming up their instruments and throats while Twisted Perfection finished up. They ended their set with Rook’s song that they so artfully changed to sound a million times better. The crowd went wild from their rendition of a Shattered Souls’ classic.
 

Maisy tossed her hair back and spoke into the mic as she held up her hands and waved.
 

“Who’s ready for Shattered Souls?” The crowd erupted as she laughed at their reaction. “We want to thank you so much for having us tonight. And ladies, you are in for one fine treat tonight. I saw those men earlier today and just between us…they were looking fine!” More screams ran throughout the arena. “Alright, thank you again and don’t forget to look for our CD!”

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.