He lets out a breath, like he was worried I’d say no. I won’t lie or pretend I’m not scared shitless. I’m free-falling and hoping like hell he doesn’t let me crash into the pavement and shatter into a million pieces.
“I’ll take care of Cinnamon tonight. Don’t worry about anything.”
Yeah, I’m not worried aboutthatpussy.
“Send me a video,” he says, backing away. “No, don’t. It’ll make it harder, I mean worse.”
“Probably both,” I tease, sinking further into the water.
He runs a hand through his hair, taking one last longing glance at me, then leaves.
As soon as I hear the door close, I click the dildo to life. It’s not what I wanted, but it’ll have to do.
55
TRAVIS
Not only haveI been going through withdrawals the last few days, I’ve been nursing the worst case of blue balls to ever exist. I’ve been hard since I left Ellie in the bathtub a few nights ago. I didn’t know I could do that. Not just leave her naked and wet, but run a bath.
She’d been working all day, taking care of things, and I wanted to return the favor. This entire time, she’s been taking care of us.Of me.Who’s been there for her? No one.
Well, that’s going to change.
But what the fuck was I thinking? Honor the promise we made.Bleh.Who the hell am I? That coke must have altered my brain or something.
I know that damn contract Tanner made her sign weighs on her. She takes her job seriously, and I want to do right by her, but she’d never get fired. If he tried, I would throw a reverse card down and fire his ass.
Sure, it sounds like a good idea. It’s probably the right thing to do—waiting for the tour to end—but it’s no fucking fun. I could be balls deep inside her sweet pussy right now.Instead, I’m lying in my bed, itching from head to toe. Even my hair follicles are tingling. I want to crawl out of my skin.
I need a joint to take the edge off.
I want to scream. Hit something. Fuck Ellie into another dimension.
The only bonus of doing none of those things is my voice is fully healed. No one’s been bothering me or forcing me to talk. They know I’m irritable and to stay away from me.
The other bonus is Ellie has let me have temporary parental custody of Cinnamon. I need emotional support. From the cat, though. I asked Ellie to give me some space. I don’t want to be an ass. I’m not fully in control of my emotions right now, and I don’t want to snap and say something I don’t mean when we’ve just started…something.
Fuck, what am I doing?
My heart starts to race, and a sheen of sweat breaks out across my forehead. I can’t tell if I’m having a panic attack or if it’s another withdrawal symptom.
Breathe.
In and out. In and out.
“Hey.”
“Ah! Jesus fuck!” I jump, smashing my head off the ceiling. Damn, how many times am I going to do that?
“Sorry!” Ellie shrieks.
I let out a breath, trying not to act like a little bitch. “Hey, ’sup?”
“I wanted to remind you about your hearing. Now that Calvin’s gone, I went ahead and found you another lawyer.”
Shit. I’d completely forgotten about that.
“Uh, you didn’t have to do that.”
