“Sign my chest!” another yells.
Penn’s lip twitches slightly, and I can’t tell if he’s disgusted or amused and trying to hide it. He takes the Sharpie, and I go to pull away to give him some space, but his grip tightens, forcing me to stay put. My heart jumps at the gesture, but as I watch these girls—pretty girls—fawn over him, something hot spreads across my chest.
I knew this was going to be part of it, but imagining it from afar is easier than having it in my face.
One girl goes to lift her shirt, and I tense.
“Nah, shirt only,” he says.
Her sigh is heavy and filled with disappointment. I try not to smile.
“Does that happen a lot?” I ask as we slip inside the hotel, trying to keep my voice even.
“Lately, yeah. They always seem to find out what hotel we’re in. Sometimes they’re outside our door when we get back.” My eyes nearly bug out of my head, which causes him to chuckle. “What’s wrong, Barbie?”
I shrug. “Nothing. I just didn’t know they’d be asking you to sign their body parts.”
“One girl asked Travis to sign her vagina,” he tosses out. He laughs at my horrified expression. “He didn’t do it.”
We start toward their room, but I’m speechless. My mind is doing all sorts of crazy flips. I’m picturing naked girls lying themselves on a platter and each of them taking their pick. The whole time he’s been gone, it’s been easy to pretend nothingcrazy is happening. I stay off social media as much as possible and feign ignorance.
As if he can sense my mental turmoil, he stops walking and grabs my face in his hands. “Hey, look at me.” Angling my head back, he forces me to meet his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you. I don’t give two fucks about any of those women. You’re it for me, got it?”
Soothing warmth erases the heated jealousy that was spreading through me, washing calmness over me instead.I’m it for him?I blink, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Got it?” he repeats more sternly.
I nod and he kisses my forehead, my heart damn near melting into a puddle at his feet. I know he means it. I can feel it. It’s in the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, the way he always asks about me, no matter what he’s doing. I have no doubt that if I need him, he’ll come running no matter what he is doing or where he is. He puts me first, even if he shouldn’t, and I trust him completely.
It’s just so hard to be away from him.
He pulls the key card from his back pocket, lifting it to the room he shares with Travis, but we’re hit with a pounding sound on the other side of the door, and his hand freezes.
“Is that?” I start, but before I can finish, the distinct sound of a woman moaning reaches us.
Penn clears his throat and tries to tug me back. “We’ll come back.”
I jerk away. “What the hell! If Ellie isn’t in there with him, where is she?” I start to panic, thinking of her leaving with the guy she met at the venue. He was probably charming and convinced her to go back to his place so he could sleep with her, then chop her into pieces. Travis was supposed to look after her, not toss her aside so he could screw some random groupie.
“Olivia, wait?—”
I snatch the card from his hand and wave it in front of the door. The green light blinks, and the clicking sound of the lock has me pushing through before he can stop me. I rush into the room, not thinking about what I’m doing. I just want to yell at Travis, to tell him he’s an asshole and demand he tell me where Ellie is. In hindsight, I should’ve listened to Penn before barging in here.
As soon as I round the corner, I scream.
“What the fuck!” Travis roars.
“AH! Liv!” Ellie screams, scrambling off Travis and wrapping herself in a sheet.
I slap a hand over my eyes. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”
It doesn’t matter. I can never unsee what I just saw.
My best friend, naked—which I’ve seen before—riding Travis’s dick.ThatI hadn’t seen before.Was that a piercing?
Penn releases a heavy sigh.
“Look, unless you’re going to join us…could you…ya know? Leave,” Travis asks.
