Fame (30 page)

“After I left him, I knew if I talked to you, you would try to talk me out of letting you go and, frankly, I knew you would do it because I love you so damn much; I would do anything you said. So, I did the one thing that I knew would drive you away, that would free you of me. I lived up to everyone’s expectations and fucked everything up that was good in my life, everything that was perfect…and that was you.”

“And, you know what?” a sardonic laugh escaped him, “the fucker died five days later from an overdose, leaving me my shithole of a childhood home and his debt. I hated him, everything about him, and I will forever hate him because, even though he beat me and abused me growing up, made me do all his dirty work, made me shoot him up with drugs, I could forgive him for that, but the one thing I could never forgive him for would be how he took you away from me, because you were the one good thing that ever happened in my life. You brought light into my life, light I had never seen before.”

More tears were streaming down Maisy’s face, as she put her head in her hands and started crying. Rook couldn’t stand back anymore and watch her go through so much pain, so he knelt in front of her and pulled her into his arms, gripping her tight.

“After the tour,” he continued, “I took my bike and went to my old house. I let the demons eat me alive, day in and day out. I welcomed the night terrors, because I deserved them after I hurt you. I deserved to suffer, so I found the cubby I used to have in my closest and lived there, never really moving unless I needed food, which was a rare occasion, and I would occasionally play my guitar, only if I was singing one of your songs. I was punishing myself, but when Grey found me, pulled me out of the dark abyss I was living in, practically out of the grave I was burying myself in, he helped me see that I couldn’t be a selfish bastard who took my own life. There were other people out there who were counting on me, and I needed to be there for them, for you, Maisy.”

Maisy continued to cry as he held onto her, trying to take away all the pain he ever caused her. He didn’t know what was going to happen from here, she looked too damaged, too cut to move on. The tears that flowed from her eyes were too full, too distraught, and it only made Rook think that, even though he believed in second chances, he wasn’t quite sure if he would be getting one with Maisy.
 

Finally, she cleared her face and pulled away from him. He still knelt at her side, holding onto the armrests of her chair, as he looked up at her tear-soaked face.
 

“I can’t do this, Rook. I know you had good intentions, but I don’t think I can ever forget the hurt you caused.”

Feeling like she was slipping away from him, he said, “Do you still love me?”

As if time stood still, his breath was caught in his chest as he waited for her reply. He so desperately wanted her to have any kind of feeling toward him, just the slightest inkling would give him hope, but when she started shaking her head no, his heart sank to the floor.
 

“I don’t know how I possibly could love you, Rook, after everything you put me though. How could I have a beating heart after that?”

Nodding his head, he tried one last time, “You will never know how much I fucking love you, Maisy. I don’t want to walk this life alone, to be without your hand in mine, your smile that was made for me, and that precious heart,” he choked on a cry that wanted to escape. “I can’t live without you, but if I have to, I will, because I will give you anything you want, Maisy. Any fucking thing you want.”

Her face looked pained as she thought about his words. Without notice, she stood up from her chair, forcing him to stand as well.
 

She wiped her eyes one last time and said, “Right now, Rook, I don’t want you. It’s all too raw.” Then, she left.
 

As he watched her walk away from him, a little piece of his shattered heart hung on in his chest from her words. “Right now” she didn’t want him, but who knew about the future? She didn’t close the door on their relationship just yet; she let a little light peek through a crack.
 

**Willow**

God, the last thing she wanted to do was spend time in a house with Shattered Souls and her band. She wanted to go out, to maybe stop by and visit Declan, but the label was keeping tabs on everyone, and currently, they were to stay at the house or studio.
 

Feeling a little hungry after her tanning, she walked into the kitchen only wearing her bikini bottoms because, frankly, she didn’t care. If people were uncomfortable with her nudity, then that was their own problem. She was going to do whatever the hell she wanted.
 

As she walked into the kitchen, she checked out her Instagram page and was pleased to see the picture she took of herself, where the camera was millimeters from showing her nipples, was performing quite well on social media. Men were throwing themselves at her, and the ladies wanted to be her. It was exactly where she wanted to be in life.
 

Opening the fridge and letting the cold air pucker her nipples, she grabbed a Fiji water bottle, because the label didn’t provide them with any alcohol, bullshit move on their part. When she was taking a sip, Grey walked into the kitchen.
 

The minute he saw her, he stopped in his tracks, and took her all in. The shocked look on his face suddenly turned lustful as he scanned her body up and down, mainly focusing on her exposed breasts.
 

She hated to admit it, but his perusal got her hot; she could feel a low ache starting between her legs, a one of a kind ache that only occurred when Grey was around, the one man she had always wanted, but never was able to have.
 

Clearing his throat and turning his head so he was no longer staring at her, he said, “Uh, sorry about that. Didn’t know you were naked in the kitchen. Clearly, that was my mistake.”

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice that Willow didn’t care too much for. She peeked down at his crotch and noticed that, through his jeans, he was aroused from just seeing her; maybe it was time for a little payback.
 

With a bright smile on her face, she walked toward him and pressed her hands against his chest. The shocked look on his face was almost comical as he tried to step away, but ran into the wall behind him.
 

“Better get used to seeing me naked, Grey. I don’t plan on wearing many clothes while I’m in this house.”

She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried to gather his words.
 

“Willow, what are you doing?” he asked, while her hands started to slide down his stomach.
 

“It seems like you have a bit of an erection; I thought I would take care of that for you.”

“But, you want nothing to do with me. You hate me,” he reminded her. She didn’t need reminding about how she wanted nothing to do with him, not after everything he said to her.
 

“There’s a thin line between love and hate, Grey, and with your dick all aroused, I’m bordering on the love side. I never really got to see the goods, and I’m just dying to know what you have hidden under there.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” Grey said, as he pressed his hand against her shoulders to put some distance between them.
 

Rejected again by him. It was a feeling she would never grow used to and she would never be pleased with. No one rejected her; they were lucky to get her into bed, and that was something that Grey was going to have to learn.
 

Not listening to what he was saying to her, she stepped closer, grabbed the zipper of his jeans, and quickly undid them. A hiss escaped his lips as she put both her hands inside of his jeans. To her surprise, he was quite large. She knew he had to have a nice dick, but she wasn’t aware of how nice. Growing a little more interested, she fell to her knees, and pulled down his jeans.
 

Even though she didn’t like the man, she still couldn’t tamp down all the feelings she had for him; it was almost impossible, especially when he was teasing her with his arousal.
 

While licking her lips, she grabbed the waistline of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his erection right in the middle of the kitchen. Apparently, he didn’t care either, because his back fell to the wall as his hands clenched at his sides.
 

“When was the last time you were sucked off?” Willow asked, as she took in his girth.
 

“Over six months,” he responded in a strained voice. “But, we can’t do that; I want to talk to you, Willow.”

“Fuck talking,” she said, as she itched to touch him. Damn her feelings. She’d wanted to just tease him, but now, after seeing him, she wanted more…she ached for more.
 

She stood in front of him and grabbed his hands. She took two of his fingers and moved her bottoms to the side, so he could insert his fingers inside her heated core. The moment he felt how wet she was, his head fell to the side of her shoulder and he started to breathe heavily. She removed her hand from his and, when she thought he was going to pull out of her, he instead turned her so she was against the wall and started fingering her with such precision that Willow was now the one having a hard time breathing.
 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed heavily.
 

“I’ve always been wet for you, Grey, even when I hate you, I’m always wet,” she admitted in a weak moment.
 

Without even quite listening to her words, he growled in her ear and bent his head down to her now-aching breasts where he, for the first time, took her nipple into his mouth. He didn’t touch her breast, didn’t even try to kiss her breast; all he did was play with her nipple ring in his mouth, plucking on it, sucking on it, and driving her so incredibly crazy that she felt her arousal start to hit the edge.
 

Her hands went to his head and pushed him against her breast, needing more. He read her demand and sucked harder, while nibbling. She knocked her head against the wall as a scream escaped her mouth, and she came all over his fingers. As he continued to ride out her orgasm, she felt the slight nudge of his erection press against her thigh. When she looked down, she noticed how engorged it was, and she just had to do something about it.
 

She pushed him off of her, shocking him a little bit, and then pushed him up against the counter of the island that was in the middle of the kitchen.
 

“Get on the counter,” she said to him, while rubbing her breasts together.
 

“Willow…”

“Get on the fucking counter, Grey.”

Not one to mess with her, apparently, he got on the counter and lay down. His erection rested against his stomach, and Willow instantly felt hungry. She crawled up on the counter as well and looked down at him. His eyes were hazed over with anticipation of what she was going to do.
 

Wanting to tease him, she lightly ran her nipples against his hardened cock, which made him twitch in excitement.
 

She smiled down at him and asked, “Have you ever been sucked off by someone with a tongue ring?”

He shook his head no as his chest rose and fell. He was so ready and primed…she should just leave him like this. Revenge would be so sweet, but she couldn’t; her desire to have him in her mouth overcame her desire to leave him hanging, so she straddled his legs and bent over his cock. She pressed her breasts together and ran them up and down the length of his cock. She enjoyed the sensation, but from the look on Grey’s face, he enjoyed it much more.
 

As she leaned over him, she pressed light kisses along his tight abs and then right above his cock. She watched in fascination how every kiss she left on his stomach made his cock twitch with excitement. Her lips were like a button on his skin.
 

His hand slowly crept into her hair and the gentle touch hit her hard. She shouldn’t enjoy the soft feel of his hand running through her hair, but she did. She should stop, she should pull away, stick to her original idea, but as his hand lightly ran through her hair, she lost it and ran her tongue along the length of Grey’s cock.
 

“Fuck…” he drawled out.
 

Once her tongue hit the tip of his cock, she sucked him into her mouth, deep into her mouth, and started rotating her piercing around his sensitive head. The hand that was once gently running through her hair was now gripping her hair, and she could feel his control slipping…just what she loved seeing happen to men.
 

While her tongue ran around the tip of his cock, she squeezed the base with her hand, and started pumping him up and down while twisting.
 

“Fuck me,” he shot up from the table and stared down at her while her hand was now gliding further down on his cock. His eyes blazed into hers as he watched her take his length in her mouth.
 

“I’m going to come, Willow. Pull off.”

She just smiled and took him deeper while she squeezed his balls. That was it, he was gone as he grunted and thrusted into her mouth while he came. She swallowed like a damn pro and then licked him until he was completely spent.
 

Once his breathing evened out, she hopped off the counter and grabbed her water. Grey sat up on his elbows, just as Kaid walked in the kitchen. His hands shot up instantly to block the scene in front of him.