I order a cab and text Olivia to meet me at the gate. My fingers are actually tingling, needing to touch her again. Last night wasn’t nearly enough after all this time. Even though I acted like I wasn’t, I was worried the distance so soon would be too much for her, but if anything, it’s brought us closer. We check in with each other constantly and FaceTime every night. My little Barbie girl has even started sexting me. I love it, but it’s a pain when I’m in the middle of rehearsing or talking tosomeone and one of her racy texts comes through, making my dick swell.
She doesn’t know it yet, but as soon as I’m home, I’m going to beg her to move in with me. I don’t want to waste any more time. Not when I’ve found my forever.
It’s starting to get dark as we hurry through the crowd. The music blares behind us from another band, the sounds fading as we move farther from the stage. I’m speed walking, and the others are behind me, huffing, trying to keep up. When I spot my girl under a street lamp by the main gate, I pick up my strides and rush to her, scooping her up.
She squeals and wraps her limbs around my body. “You were incredible.”
I kiss her and our friends groan as we make out right there, but I don’t give a fuck.
When the taxi van pulls up, I drop her to her feet. Everyone else climbs in, but I freeze, catching the back of her shirt. I knew she had one made just for this, but this is the first time I’m seeing it. It’s black-and-white tie dye with ‘Loose Threads’ on the front, but the back is what has my breath stuttering in my chest, heat rolling down to my dick.
Across the back in bold letters is Hayze. She’s got my name on her back.
Fuck.
Wrapping my hand in the shirt, I tug her to me before she can get in. I lean down, whispering in her ear, “You do that for me, Barbie?”
She glances over her shoulder and gives me a shy grin. “Do you like it?”
I curl my arms around her waist, squeezing her. “I fucking love it.”
“Get in!” Travis yells, and Olivia jolts, scurrying in the lastrow, away from the others. There’s plenty of room in the seat for me to sit beside her, but I place her on my lap instead.
My fingertips trail up her bare legs, and she shivers. My cock is already growing, has been since I saw my name on her back, but this little skirt she’s got on is making me harder.
She shifts as my hand creeps up her thigh, slipping under the leather, and her legs spread wide—welcoming me.
Let’s see if my girl was good or bad today.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder as my hand dips between her thighs. I tsk in her ear when my palm grazes fabric. “Bad girl, Barbie.” I curl a finger around the edge of her underwear, moving it aside. “Makin’ me work for it, huh?”
She whimpers as I drag a knuckle across her swollen flesh. She shifts again, eyes flashing to mine in warning. She’s probably worried about everyone in front of us, but no one is paying any attention, and even if someone turned around, they couldn’t see what I was doing.
I rub her clit with two fingers, and when her arousal coats me, I push inside at the same time I bite down on her shoulder, needing to smother my groan. She’s so fucking slick already.
She gasps and lurches forward, gripping the back of the seat in front of us.
Ellie glances over her shoulder. “You okay, Liv?”
“Y-yeap,” she stutters, clenching her legs shut.
Ellie smiles and goes back to talking to the guys.
I rub my nose along her face. “Let me in,” I say against her cheek, begging.
She loosens, giving in to the feeling and shifting so my legs fit between hers, granting me full access. I moan into her ear, then nip the lobe. A breathy cry escapes her, and she drops her head to the seat. If anyone looks back, it’ll just look like she’s resting.
I pump in and out in long, full strokes, wishing it were my cock inside her. I highly doubt she’d be okay with me fucking her in front of everyone even if they didn’t realize what was happening.
We’re getting close to our destination now, so I pick up my pace and slide my other hand up her shirt. Reaching past her bra, I roll her nipple between my fingers. She rotates her hips, meeting my palm greedily.
Her hands dig into my knees, and I know she’s getting close. I know my girl’s body better than my own. I pinch her nipple hard, circling my hand so it presses against her clit in a way she likes. She tenses, then trembles, breaking for me. Her pussy flutters around my fingers and I shove deep, forcing a whimper from her throat. Once she comes down, I slowly ease out of her. She leans back against me, a sated smile on her face. I bring my hand up to her jaw, forcing her head around so I can kiss her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When we arrive at the club, I spend the night watching Olivia let loose on the dance floor with Ellie, tossing back drink after drink. Feels good to be out even if it’s at a club, but I can’t fucking wait to be home. It’s been hard but rewarding. We’ve busted our asses for years and it finally feels like it’s paying off. The festival is halfway through, and we’ve met some incredible people and artists. I’m truly grateful, but I’m ready to get back.
I watch my girl twirl around, no longer looking uptight or shy, and my chest swells with pride.
