Toxic (Addiction #1) (25 page)

“Welcome to the world, man.”

Rook laughed. “Thanks.” He nodded toward the bathroom where Grey was and asked, “How’s he doing? It seems like things are strained between him and Quinn.”

Quinn and Grey were the epitome of love. Rook looked up to them and always wondered if he would ever have the deep love that they shared. Now that he was with Maisy, he could see himself actually finding that deep infatuation and love.
 

It was odd to see Grey and Quinn having problems. They never fought, they were never cold toward each other and they never slept in separate bunks, but in the last couple of weeks, that behavior was a steady pattern in their relationship.
 

“I don’t know. Willow has put a big dent in their relationship. Grey hasn’t done anything with her; I would kill him if he did, but the way he looks at her, watches her, laughs with her, I think it’s slowly eating away at Quinn. I think she might be throwing up again, man. But I don’t know how to approach her about it, or Grey for that matter. She’s thin, there are circles under her eyes and her fingernails are brittle.”

“Shit.” Rook raked his hands over his face. “I think you need to say something to Quinn. She trusts you. Maybe she needs someone to talk to.”

“Maybe.”

Grey took that moment to walk back into the room with swim trunks on, wet hair and a towel wrapped around his neck.
 

“Did you actually take a shower or did you just put a swimsuit on and hope that the hillbilly’s bath would get rid of your funk?” Rook asked.
 

“I took a shower, although I do enjoy a hillbilly bath. It’s so much easier.”

Rook pointed at Grey, “You have issues.” And then pointed at Landon, “Lose the pipe man, you look like a massive turd.” He got up from his chair and headed toward the door. “I have a beautiful woman waiting for me in the other room. I will see you boys tomorrow. Thanks for the help with Cruz. Make sure you check on him later tonight, we don’t need him drowning in his own bile.”

Landon and Grey promised to check on him, which relieved Rook. Yeah, Cruz was a giant fucknut most of the time but he was still Rook’s brother, therefore he needed to make sure Cruz was going to be okay, even if all Rook wanted to do was shove his foot so far up Cruz’s ass, it tickled his small intestine.
 

***

Grey was in heaven, he thought, as he shifted so his back was right against a jet. The hotel they were staying at had a private rooftop that offered a hot tub and pool. Since it was a cool night, he decided to take a dip in the hot tub and he was happy he did. He was feeling relaxed for one of the first times in a long time.
 

The stress of his relationship was almost unbearable. He received more cold shoulder from Quinn than he ever thought was possible. She rarely kissed him and they barely made love, which was not easy on him since he was a man with a healthy libido. He spent most of his time with his hand on his best friend and used the shower as his new bed.
 

Quinn always said she wasn’t in the mood when Grey tried to make love to her and whenever he leaned in to kiss her, she turned her cheek. Grey tried talking to her about it but she was always conveniently busy or sleeping.
 

He thought everything was okay between them, but as the days went by, she grew further and further away from him and he had no clue what he could do about it. He stayed as far away from Willow as possible because he knew that was a sore spot for Quinn. He even tried giving more attention to Quinn than normal and didn’t hang out with his boys as much so he could spend more time with her, but no matter what he did, it didn’t help.
 

He felt hopeless and the sick, twisted part of the whole ordeal was the fact that his brother Landon left the other day with Willow after sharing an extremely passionate kiss. Grey had no clue what happened between Willow and Landon. Grey didn’t ask and Landon didn’t tell but the thought of them together was driving Grey insane. He couldn’t take the thought of his brother with Willow. The mere fact that Landon had his tongue shoved down Willow’s throat drove Grey right into the looney bin.
 

Grey wished he could change the way he felt around Willow, but it was almost impossible. He felt connected to her, especially when they worked on music together, which was extremely rare at the moment. He had barely talked to Willow in the past week, let alone seen her and it was slowly eating him alive. His body craved her; his dick begged for her.
 

Shit, his life was so beyond fucked up. He wanted to be with Quinn, but his body was yearning to be with Willow, which Quinn obviously noticed because she was shutting him out. She put the vice on his balls and was making him pay for it.
 

Shifting in the molded seat, Grey leaned his head against the outside of the hot tub and contemplated where his life had gone wrong. One thing he knew for sure was that he was thankful for the alone time. Cruz was set on being a giant douche to everyone, Rook was annoying with his sickening relationship with Maisy and Grey couldn’t even look at Landon because every time he saw his brother, he envisioned the way Willow attacked him the other morning.

The door to the rooftop opened and closed, clueing him in that his alone time was soon going to be disturbed. He just prayed it was Quinn because he didn’t want to deal with Cruz’s dunk ass or Landon’s shit eating grin and heaven forbid Maisy and Rook decided to come take a dip in the hot tub. Grey would have to immediately evacuate himself from the premises if that happened.
 

“Oh, I didn’t know anyone was up here.”
 

Grey looked up to find the beautiful blonde with hot pink highlights that consumed his dreams standing by the door. She was wearing a robe and her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Grey swallowed hard and plastered a smile on his face, which wasn’t too hard to do since he tried to breathe in every moment he was near her.
 

“Hey, yeah, I just came up here to relax a little.”

She gripped her robe shut as she looked around. “Well, I can come back.”

Grey knew her leaving was the best idea for the both of them but his mouth spoke before his brain was able to tell him no.
 

“No, come hang out. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Fucking moron.
 

Willow was hesitant as she looked into the water. She thought about her next move which twisted Grey’s gut; he wanted her to stay, badly. He wanted her to talk to him, he wanted to soak her in, smell her, touch her, kiss her…fuck her. But that wasn’t going to happen, ever. So instead, he would take just hanging out in the hot tub. No harm could be done, right?

“It’s fine, Willow. Just talking.”

She thought about it for one more second before she nodded and walked toward the hot tub. She smiled at him as she took her robe off. When she walked up the steps of the hot tub to get in, Grey swallowed his tongue and almost died from how fast his dick poked through his trunks.
 

She was wearing one of the smallest bikinis he had ever seen in his life. It was hot pink, which looked good against her slightly tanned skin. Her bottoms were barely covering her glorious ass and the sides were a very thin string but what had his dick throbbing at an uncontrollable rate was the way the triangles of her top showed off her side boob and just skimmed her breasts where her nipples were. The icing on the top of the Godforsaken cake was the fact that the suit was so thin that her nipple rings stood out like high beams on a semi-truck. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to rip her top off and explore every last inch of her breasts with his tongue.
 

“So, have you been here long?” she asked, as she slipped into the water, unfortunately straight across from him instead of right next to him. He could tell the water was hot to her skin because she made an “o” shape with her mouth as she slowly maneuvered herself in the water.
 

“Not too long. The jets are the best part.”

“I can see that.” Her voice vibrated as the jet bounced against her back. She threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, this feels so good.”

Grey tried to look away from the expanse of her neck that was begging him to kiss it and her ripe, massive tits that his hands wanted to so desperately explore. He tried to calm himself down, but there was no use. She was a goddess of sex in front of him and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her even if his dick being cut off was at stake. He needed her, he wanted her, he yearned for her.
 

“Heard about your single. That’s exciting.” He tried to talk about something safe.
 

She opened her eyes and looked at him as she played with the foam that formed on top of the water. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she started to talk about their band’s new-found success.
 

“I’m so fucking excited! I can’t believe it’s actually happening for us. All the hard work and bullshit that we put up with over the years, we finally made it. If I die tomorrow, I know that I can at least die happy because we lived out our dream. We made an album and our first single is going to be released tomorrow; can’t get better than that.” She leaned her head back again.
 

Well, Grey could think of one thing that was better than what she explained and it included him, a bed, Willow and some seriously kinky restraints.
 

“I’m proud of you guys. I knew you would be something special.”

“We owe so much to you guys,” Willow said, as she slid closer to Grey, making his heart beat out of his chest. What was she doing? Why was she moving closer to him? Whatever the reason was, his dick was extremely happy about it.
 

He watched as her breasts bobbed in and out of the water as she approached. Water slid down each rounded mound as she worked her way closer. He knew he was staring at her tits and he knew she saw him staring, but he still couldn’t look away. Damn, if he even wanted to.
 

She was right in front of him now, half in the water, half out. The swimsuit, if that’s what she wanted to call it, clung to her body like a second skin. He could practically see the tight ring of her nipple as he continued to stare. Fuck, he had a flag pole sprouting between his legs.
 

“If I could give you one thing as a thank you for giving us the opportunity of a lifetime, what would it be?” she asked, as she released her hair from her ponytail and shook it out. Christ on a cracker, it was like a soft core porn that was playing out right in front of him.
 

Grey just shook his head.
 

“I know you think of me. I know you can’t stop staring at me. I know all you want is my mouth on your cock and your head buried in my tits. Am I right, Grey?”

Not able to speak, Grey didn’t say a word and he didn’t have to because he knew she saw it in his eyes. If she came any closer, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. He was too damn hard and he wanted her too damn much to resist her. Somehow his hand reached out to her and was placed on her hip, under the water. He stroked her hipbone with the pad of his thumb as he continued to look at her breasts and then back at her face. He needed to stop, he needed to pull away.
 

“You know this can never happen. Quinn is my friend and I refuse to hurt her.”

Grey finally found his voice at the mention of Quinn. “I know.” They stared at each other for a good minute before Grey spoke again, almost regretting what he said. “Did you fuck Landon?”

Willow was startled for a second before a slow grin spread across her face.
 

“Would you be mad if I did?”

“I would be fucking pissed. I don’t want you anywhere near him. If I can’t have you, then I definitely don’t want him near you.”

“How’s that fair?”

“It isn’t; I know that, but hell if my brother is going to suck those luscious tits of yours. You belong with me.”

Willow shook her head no. “No, you belong with Quinn and I belong to no one.”

Grey ran his hands over his face, realizing how fucked up he was.
 

“I’m sorry, Willow. I just can’t control myself around you.”

“Well, do a better job because the way you look at me is slowly eating away at Quinn.”

“Like I don’t fucking know that? I do and I try not to look at you, but I can’t help it. All I wonder about is how soft your lips are, how plump your tits would feel in my hands and how your nipple rings would feel in my mouth.”
 

Smiling, Willow said, “Ah, Kaid told you. That dick.”

“He is a dick because it’s all I can think about.”

“Well, stop thinking.” Willow looked around the space and then back at Grey. “Will this help you stop wondering?” She undid her top and let it fall in the water. Grey’s balls tightened at the vision in front of him and he nearly exploded in his trunks.
 

Her breasts were high, round and plump with tight nipples. She had barbells going through both nipples, making them stand erect at all times.
 

Fuck him, fuck him to hell.
 

He didn’t say anything as she got out of the tub and wrapped herself up in the robe she wore when she first arrived.