Toxic (Addiction #1) (23 page)

“Maisy, it’s not what you think.”

“Oh?” she cocked her head to the side. “It looks to me that you have multiple phone numbers from fans that you kept instead of throwing away and I don’t seem to be doing it for you,” she said waving toward the bathroom.
 

Irritated, Rook grabbed the numbers out of her hand and threw them in the waste basket near the sink. He then pulled Maisy toward him as she struggled to release herself.
 

“Stop,” he said in a stern voice. She stopped, but wouldn’t look at him. He moved her chin so she had to look him in the eyes.
 

“Those numbers were shoved at me, I planned on throwing them out. They’re trash to me. The only number that matters to me is yours. As for what you just saw, I’m sorry if that offended you, but hell if I’m going to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“I’m not some piece of china, Rook. I know how to suck a dick if you need me to do that for you.”

The thought of Maisy sucking someone else’s dick made Rook fly off the deep end. He didn’t want to think of her perfect lips wrapped around someone else’s cock, milking him. No, those were his lips and they were meant for only him.
 

“How many dicks have you sucked?” he knew the words were not supposed to come out of his mouth, but he couldn’t help it. He had absolutely no filter when rage roared through his body.
 

Outrage exploded from Maisy’s mouth. “That’s none of your fucking business!”

“To hell it’s not. You’re mine now.”

“Is that so? Well if that’s the case, how many girls have you fucked?”

Touché.
 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh no, you’re the one who brought this up, so please indulge me. How many girls have you stuffed?”

Rook was drowning in boiling water now. He had no clue how many women he had been with and even if he tried to guess, he didn’t want to give an estimate to Maisy because frankly, it was a scary fucking number. Plus, even though he was the one who brought up the number game, he actually didn’t even want to know how many guys Maisy had been with. If he knew how many other men put their hands on her or let her put her hands on them, it would slowly eat away at him.
 

“Let’s stop this conversation.” He pulled her into his chest, but she resisted and walked away.
 

“How many?” she shouted

Frustrated, Rook raised his voice. “I have no damn clue, alright? I’ve been drunk off my ass or drugged up for the last couple of years. I can’t remember how many pussies I’ve fucked because I can barely remember what I’ve done in day-to-day life.”

Maisy looked shocked. “So you might have a child out there somewhere?”

“Jesus. No! No matter how high or blitzed I’ve been, I’ve always used protection no matter what. I can promise you that.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Rook asked, almost confused. Why was she conceding so easily? It was startling.

“I’m going to leave. I’ll see you around.” She went for the door and he slammed it shut before she could squeeze her body through the opening.
 

“Oh no you don’t,” Rook said, while pulling her back to the couch, making sure to keep his towel firmly closed. “You’re not leaving like that and we’re no longer sleeping separately. We will go back and forth between buses, but we’re done with saying good night at the door. We will be saying good night while in each other’s arms.”

“What if I don’t want to be with you?”

Rook’s heart seized from her words. The thought of Maisy not wanting to be with him was like a blade cutting his heart. He felt himself back away as the picture of Maisy leaving him came in full force. Fuck.
 

“Don’t even say that,” he said with a strangled voice.
 

Maisy caught what she had said and started backpedaling. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what if I don’t want to be with you right now because I’m pissed at you?”

The five second torment that just ran through Rook’s body eased from her reassurance. Jesus, when did he become such a pussy-whipped little bitch?
 

Fuck it, he didn’t care. He had Maisy and that was all that mattered.
 

“Tough shit. There’s no running away. We talk it out.”

“Fine, how come you don’t want me to please you?” she asked matter-of-factly, while crossing her arms in defiance.
 

Rook was shocked by her question. She wanted to please him? Well shit, he’d wanted the same thing, but he wanted to please her, he was just too damn scared to do so.
 

“Baby, God, that’s not the case at all. I just don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you. I want you to be comfortable with me.”

“I am,” she said, while tracing her finger along his towel.

Shit.
 

God help him, his balls seized and his cock stood at attention. He stilled her hand and took it in his.
 

“I have a serious question that I want you to answer honestly and I don’t want you to get mad at me.” He prayed that she wouldn’t storm out the door. She nodded, so he continued. “Your dad, uh, did he ever put himself in you?”

Maisy sat back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. Tears started to form in her eyes and Rook instantly hated himself for asking her such a personal, and obviously painful, question.
 

“Don’t answer that, I’m sorry I brought it up…”

“He was never inside of me. He did other things, and pleasured himself while touching me but that was it. He never penetrated me with his dick…”

Rook ground his teeth at the thought of a parent violating what was supposed to be an unbreakable trust. Rook thought he had a rough life growing up, at least his mom never tried to molest him, she just tried to hook up with all his friends when he was in high school and sold her body for loose change.
 

“We don’t have to talk about it, but I have one more question if you’re comfortable answering it.” He treaded lightly. He really needed to know what he was getting himself into.
 

“Ok...” she responded hesitantly.
 

“Are you a virgin, baby?”

Maisy looked Rook dead in the eyes and nodded her head yes.
 

Fuck!
 

“I’m sorry,” she said while hanging her head low. Her hand was still in his but the other one was picking off imaginary lint from her skirt.

Rook told Maisy that whenever they were near each other he would be either holding her hand, touching her, or making some kind of skin contact. He needed the warmth for himself, but he also wanted anyone walking by to know that she was his, that was why he was still holding her hand, sending her that reassurance that he was there for her.
 

“Why are you sorry? There is no need to be sorry.”

“I’m not experienced like all the other girls you’ve been with. I’ve done plenty of other things but I’ve never fully given myself to someone else. I’m going to disappoint you.”

“No,” Rook said firmly, as he dragged her little body on top of his lap. He stroked her hair as he stared into her deep brown eyes. “You could never disappoint me.”

“Rook, come on. I’m going to be lame if you ever decide to do it with me.” She shook her head. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Because, you’re going to do it with me once and wish you never gave up everything for me. You’re going to wish that you kept all those phone numbers.”

“Never, not even possible, so stop thinking that way. When it does happen for us, it’s going to be so much more because we have a connection. We’re connected by our souls and no one can change that.”

“No one better,” she said, while poking him in the chest. “I’m going to tell you right now, I’m an extremely jealous person and I don’t take well to other girls throwing themselves at you. You hear me?”

“That makes two of us, but I can’t promise it’s not going to happen. You’re just going to have to trust me,” he countered.

“Help me trust you. Reassure me.”

“How do you want me to do that?”

Maisy leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips as she squirmed on his lap so she was now straddling him. He couldn’t think as he felt her little body climb over his and take charge. His cock surged high and pressed against her center. She smiled down at him.
 

“That’s reassuring.”

“That’s uncontrollable. You do that to me, boo.”

She kissed him lightly again and smiled into his lips. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“You’re already driving me to an asylum.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I’m sorry about the numbers. I promise you won’t see those again.
 

“I better not. I’m serious when I tell you I’m insanely jealous, so don’t mess with me. I will go ape-shit crazy on you and you won’t like it. Also, if I catch you whacking off again without me, you’re going to be in some serious trouble. If I belong to you, then you belong to me and that means your cock belongs to me,” Maisy said while grabbing him, making him almost fly off the couch.
 

He breathed heavily as she just held him, but didn’t move. He swallowed hard and was about to rip his towel off when a knock came on his door.
 

“Rook, let’s go man. We leave in five minutes.”

“Shit.” He removed Maisy from his lap, secured his towel around his waist and walked toward the bathroom, with his erection leading the way. Before going all the way in, he looked back at the girl who so quickly owned his heart and said, “My bus or your bus? Those are your only choices.”

Maisy thought about it for a second. “My bunk.”

“Bunk? You know there are bigger beds on both buses.”

“I’m aware. I also know that you won’t be getting any tonight, so you can either hang out with me in my bunk or you can sleep alone. Take your pick, ace.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

As he walked away, he heard Maisy laugh to herself. Damn little vixen.
 

***

“I’ve got to go,” Maisy said, while trying to pull away from Rook. He only held her tighter.
 

Kissing her lips, he said, “Why are you leaving again?”

“I have a meeting with the label, Rook. Come on, I’m going to be late.”

They were in New York for a couple of days and the label made some time to meet up with them in person, discuss where the album was in the process and come up with publicity tactics. Maisy wasn’t too thrilled about the upcoming interviews she was going to have to do, since she was terrible at trying to find the proper words to say during an interview, but she would do anything to help out the band.
 

It was already decided amongst Twisted Perfection that Kaid was going to be the one who did all the talking; he had a knack for it. Willow and Maisy were going to sit back and relax while Kaid took all the glory; they didn’t mind one bit.
 

Rook groaned. “I guess I’ll go work out then.”
 

They were able to score a nice hotel, thanks to the label, so they had access to a lot of amenities the tour bus didn’t provide. For one, giant beds and two, an amazing gym. Thanks to Shattered Souls gym rat dedication, Twisted Perfection found themselves working out as well and reaping the rewards from it, especially Willow; she was looking hotter every day. Like Jessica Simpson’s swimsuit body during
Dukes of Hazard
hot.
 

Maisy gripped his arms and frowned. “Yeah, might be a good idea. You feel a little flabby.”

Shock registered across Rook’s face before he realized Maisy was only joking. “You’re in trouble now!”
 

Rook picked her up by the waist and flung her on the bed. He straddled her body with his and hovered just above her. He flexed his muscles, his oh-so-glorious muscles and looked down at himself.
 

“I think flabby is the wrong word. Care to try again?” he said while flexing his pecs up and down.
 

Trying not to laugh, she shook her head no.
 

“Have it your way.” He brought his hand to where her leg met her hip and tickled her. It was by far the most ticklish spot she had on her body and he knew it. If she had a full bladder she would have peed her pants for sure. She squirmed laughing out loud, trying to free herself, but she couldn’t under his strong grip.
 

“Alright, alright. You’re an Adonis, you’re bigger than The Rock, you’re a modern day muscular marvel.”

Rook stopped and kissed her nose. “That’s better. Now get out of here before I make you into a woman.”

Maisy quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? You’re not going to use that one often, are you?”

He laughed to himself. “Just saying.”

“Yeah, well don’t.” She kissed him on the lips, got off the bed, and went to grab her jacket.