Toxic (Addiction #1) (35 page)

She was throbbing with need from the close proximity of Grey and the way Quinn played with her nipple rings. If she could only move her hand under her thong and relieve the pressure…

“Touch her, Grey.”

Grey’s hand instinctively lifted at Quinn’s command and tentatively cupped Willow’s breast. His eyes were full of lust as he lightly squeezed her extremely sensitive breast. Willow threw her head back and moaned.
 

Holy hell she was going to climax right there.

“Kiss her, Grey.”

Yes kiss her, Willow thought, practically begged, in her head. For the love of God, kiss her fucking mouth.
 

Grey shook his head.

“It’s ok, Grey. I want you to kiss her. I can’t lie, I want to kiss her, too.”

Grey licked his lips and looked down at Willow. Holy shit, he was going to kiss her. This was going to be the moment she had been waiting for. He was finally going to kiss her. All her dreams were coming true. She had thought of this moment from the moment she saw Grey on the cover of his first album. She knew she needed him and she was finally going to get him.
 

He leaned down and was centimeters away from her face when he shot back like someone had set his dick on fire.
 

“I knew it!” Quinn screamed. “You’re fucking popping a tent for the entire nation of cub scouts!”

Willow looked down and had to agree with Quinn. Grey had a huge boner.
 

Completely beyond her threshold of uncomfortable and bordering insane, Willow grabbed a shirt and threw it over herself as she tried to rein in her emotions.
 

Christ, she was turned on by Quinn, she almost kissed Grey, would they have had a threesome? Would she have gone for it? Hell yeah she would have.
 

The thought startled her, she knew she was a little loose, but not that loose. She never thought she would be one to share, but then again, she would take Grey any way she could get him.
 

“Fuck,” Grey said, while running both his hands through his hair. “Quinn, what the hell do you expect from me? I’m not a damn priest. If I see my hot girlfriend feel up another girl, I’m going to pop wood. This has nothing to do with Willow and everything to do with you running your small hands up another woman’s body. I’m human, damn it. Any man would have had a boner over that.”

“You love her, don’t you?”

Willow grabbed a pair of shorts and shoes and said, “I think I’m just going to…”

“No,” Quinn said. “I’ll leave you two alone. It’s what you want.” Quinn took off and slammed the door shut, leaving Grey and Willow by themselves. Willow looked at Grey and still noticed he was sporting a chub and swallowed hard, she still wanted him and wanted him bad.
 

***

Grey leaned against the wall as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened. He almost kissed Willow, while his girlfriend felt her up. He should have known Quinn was going to nail him. He had no clue where she was going with the whole titty mind-fuck. But he should have known it was too good to be true.

What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him?

Was Quinn really so crazy that she almost made Grey have sex with Willow to prove a point? What was her point anyway? That she could strip Willow down, turn her on and force them to kiss and then who knew what else? Well, it was well-played by Quinn if that was what she was going for because Jesus, Grey was still hard from the thought of Willow’s breast in his hand and being so close to her.
 

Yes, Grey was turned on by seeing Quinn touch Willow all over, but if Quinn hadn’t been there, Grey still would have had the same reaction to Willow because he couldn’t get enough of her. He thought about her every day and was tortured whenever she was around. Life wasn’t fair, by any means.
 

He looked over at Willow who had a cropped top on that still showed off her aroused nipples and a pair of leather shorts while shoes dangled from her hands. She was looking at the ground, avoiding any sort of eye contact with Grey. She looked deflated and Grey’s heart reached out to her, this wasn’t her problem. She was just the innocent victim in all of this.
 

“Hey.” Willow looked up at him. “I’m so sorry about what happened. I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t,” Willow responded. “Don’t say anything. Just go to her.”

Grey nodded his head as he walked out the door in search of Quinn. Willow was right, there really was nothing they could say to each other that would make the situation better, so he went after Quinn to try to bandage up whatever had just happened between them. He checked everywhere and didn’t find her. He checked every spot he could think of except one place.
 

He stood hesitantly outside of the women’s bathroom, debating whether or not he should enter. He didn’t want to walk in on something from their past, he didn’t want to face the truth, but it was time. It was time to clean up the mess of their relationship, so Grey charged forward and entered the bathroom.
 

The room was deathly silent except for whimpers that were coming from the far stall. Grey looked under the stall and saw Quinn hunched over the toilet. He crawled under the opening, since she had locked the door and slid up against the wall while pulling her into his chest. She was too weak, thankfully, so she didn’t put up a fight.
 

He placed a kiss on her head while she cried into his shoulder. He sat on the floor and held Quinn until her sobs turned into sniffles. The remnants of what was in her stomach earlier lay in the toilet, making Grey’s stomach twist from confirming his suspicions. Quinn was back to her old ways.
 

He started thinking about how they were going to have to get her help again when she interrupted his thoughts.
 

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Grey felt like he had to clean his ears out because he didn’t think he heard Quinn correctly. It almost sounded like she said she didn’t love him anymore. That didn’t seem right.
 

“What?”

She looked up at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of tears as she said, “I don’t love you anymore, Grey. I haven’t for a while.”

All of the wind was sucked from Grey’s lungs. He knew they were on rocky terms and Willow was a big source as to why, but for her to say she didn’t love him anymore seemed almost extreme.
 

“I don’t know what to say.” Truly, he was speechless.
 

“I’m sorry. We’re just not right for each other. You’re free to do whatever you want…with whoever you want.” She said the last part so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.
 

“If this is about Willow…”

“It’s not. I’m not happy, Grey. I’m depressed. I’m back to my old self. I don’t want to be that person.”

“I don’t want you to be that person either, but that doesn’t mean you need to leave me. Please, sweetheart. I can’t lose you. You’re my whole world. What can I do to make this better?”

“You don’t want me, Grey. I know you don’t.”

“That’s not true, Quinn, and you know it. I want you every damn night and every damn second I’m near you. You’re the one who refuses to let me near you. I’m making an attempt here, I’m trying. Please give me a break. Just don’t run away. Let’s work through this.”

He could tell he broke through the wall she put up around him because reluctantly she said, “Okay.”

The thought of losing Quinn was almost impossible to think about. She was his first, his only and he couldn’t imagine not having her in his life, even for one hot night with Willow. Quinn was way more important to him than that and he hated himself for not realizing it sooner.
 

“I mean it with every fiber of my being. I love you so much and I only want you. I promise. I can’t be without you, sweetheart. Please give me a chance to make this up you. Please let me help you. We can get through this.”

Quinn nodded her head, allowing the vise that was wrapped around his heart to loosen. Christ, he almost lost Quinn and for what? An attraction to someone he barely knew? Where the hell was his head at?

He helped Quinn off the ground and kissed her forehead. “Let’s call Dr. Johnson and get you back on your depression medication and then we are going to get the biggest burger in your stomach.”

“I’ve lost weight.”

“I know, sweetheart and we’re going to change that. You’re gorgeous, always, but I want to make sure you’re healthy too. Okay?”

She nodded and put her hand in his as they walked out of the bathroom together.
 

It wasn’t going to be an easy road, but he knew fighting for Quinn was going to be worth it. Grey should have seen the signs earlier. Her crazy accusations, delusions and tendencies were all from her not eating enough and not taking her medication for depression. It was a terrible combination that just asked for trouble.
 

He blamed himself because, if he wasn’t so distracted by Willow, then he would have seen the signs earlier. It didn’t matter now though because Grey was in it for the long run. It was just him and Quinn now, he was not going to lose her.
 

They walked to his dressing room and passed Willow’s room. Her door was open and Grey peeked in. Willow looked straight at him and then saw Quinn leaning into him. Sorrow passed over her face as she took in the sight of them, then quickly replaced her look with a smile that barely reached her cheeks.
 

Grey didn’t look too far into Willow’s emotions because he needed to focus on his girl. He needed to take care of Quinn and make sure she still was very much in love with him.
 

Chapter 17

Life could not be better, Maisy thought as she sat on the bed in the back of her tour bus with Rook wrapped around her, lightly kissing her neck and singing close to her ear. He was wearing a pair of sweats, while she wore his shirt. His back was up against the headboard and her back was plastered against his chest. She was strumming her guitar as he controlled the cords on the neck. Surprisingly, they were able to play a simple Shattered Souls tune as they sat together. Maisy added her harmonization when needed, but mostly she listened to Rook’s deep baritone voice take over her body.
 

She felt like she was floating on a cloud while his spare hand ran up and down her thigh. Rook refused to spend their nights separated which was fine by Maisy because she didn’t want to be separated from him, now that she had him. She felt like their relationship was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode so she was going to try to soak up as much Rook Tyler as possible…while she had the chance.
 

“You were my light, you were the only thing I ever knew, I can’t sleep at night, I can’t believe I lost you.” Rook sang gently in her ear.
 

The lyrics cut through Maisy as he rubbed her leg and kissed her in-between lyrics. A tightness in her throat started to form from the sorrow in his voice and the meaning of the words he was singing. She felt like he was trying to tell her how he felt when they weren’t together and it cut to her soul.
 

Rook put on a front most of the time, but she was able to break down that wall and see Rook for who he really was. He was a hurting soul, walking around the world just trying to survive, never really living. He numbed the pain he felt through drugs and alcohol and never really believed in himself. Maisy was convinced the only reason Rook was still around in the world was because he didn’t want to let down his boys. They depended on him.
 

Maisy stopped strumming the guitar and wiped a tear that slipped down her cheek.
 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Rook said, as he pulled the guitar away from her and pulled her in close so she was completely wrapped up in his muscular embrace. The hard contours of his body engulfed her and made her feel safe. For one of the first times in her life, she actually felt loved.
 

“You really missed me, didn’t you?”

Rook placed his chin on her shoulder and gripped her tighter.
 

“More than anything. I didn’t want to believe you were just using me because I wanted to be with you so damn much. The thought of you not caring for me, faking all the looks and sweet glances you gave me, cut right through my heart.”
 

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s done with now. We’re moving on.” Rook kissed her neck, sending chills down her entire body at the way his warm breath fanned over her skin.

“Tell me about him,” she said.
 

“Who?”

“Your dad.”

Rook instantly tensed up as his lips retreated from her neck. He started to pull away, but Maisy wouldn’t let him. She turned in his arms and straddled his lap so she could look him in the eyes. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist and supported her back. She traced the sharp lines of his jaw with her hand, feeling the rough scruff that lined his perfectly symmetric face. He was gorgeous. His hair was always perfectly styled to look like a mess which was a hugely attractive contradiction. His bright blue eyes pierced through her heart as well as the sorrow that laced them. She wanted to know him better, she wanted to know what made him tick and why he found it necessary to bury his head in a bottle of alcohol.