“You gonna make it?” Travis’s voice is laced with amusement.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s only six shows left. Can you hold out that long?”
I scoff even though my vagina is shaking her head.Not gonna last.
“Of course I can. You’re notthatirresistible.”
He throws his arm over my shoulders, ushering us toward the exit. “Oh, Ellie May,” he tsks. “We both know that’s not true. I bet if I pushed you up against one of these walls right now and slid my hand down those hot little pants, I’d find your pussy soaked. Begging me to fuck her right here.”
Absolutely. “No.”
He stops, eyes shining in amusement as they scan my face. I start to walk ahead, but he grabs my arm and shoves me against the wall.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
He drops his forehead to mine and stares down at me, his mouth hovering over mine. I can taste the mint on his breath, and I want to devour him. I lick my lips, my body humming in anticipation.
I don’t even care if people are walking by, but I’m pretty sure they’re not. It’d only be security guards anyway. They’ve probably seen worse.
His nose skates along my cheek, tickling my skin and sending goosebumps dancing on my arms. I arch back against the wall, pressing my hips into his, seeking friction.
His lips skim along my ear, and he moans into it as he thrusts into me.Fuck.
My skin burns with need. I grip the bottom of his shirt, not caring that it’s sweat-soaked, and yank him closer. His hands stay firmly planted on the wall above me, even as I rub myself over his jeans. The ache between my legs intensifies as I grind my pussy into his hardness.
Then he chuckles, and I freeze, slowly lifting my eyes to his.
“Seems you think I’m pretty irresistible right now since you’re dry fucking my dick.” His tone is so smug that he may as well have poured ice water over my head.
I shove his chest, and he steps back, not bothering to hide his victorious smile. Ignoring him, I smooth a hand over my clothes, straighten my shoulders, and walk down the hall.
His laugh carries after me before his footsteps.
“Ok,boys, I know you’re tired, but I need you to put on your happy faces. There are a lot of eager fans waiting to meet you.”
“Tanner doesn’t have a happy face,” Travis teases. “Maybe we should leave him on the bus.”
“Eat shit, Travis,” Tanner quips, making Travis laugh.
“Boys,” I scold. “Just pretend for one hour, that’s all you have to do.”
They follow me off the bus and inside the venue they’re set to play tonight. We’re here early for a meet and greet withfans, which, despite their piss-poor attitudes, I know they secretly like. Their eyes light up when they do this.
I’m giddy, watching from the sidelines as they interact with people, signing merch, occasionally taking pictures, shaking hands, and even giving out a few hugs. They’ve built a large fan base of girls, because who wouldn’t be into a group of hot bad boys? But there are several guys here, too. That’s who they seem the most at ease around, probably because all the girlies want to maul them.
“I heard he picks a girl from the crowd and sleeps with them after every show. I’m running straight to the front when the doors open.”
My head spins around. Two freshly bleached blondes stand in line, staring at Travis, eating him up with their eyes, sneaky smirks on their painted lips.
“How are you going to get him to notice you?” the other asks.
She gestures to her full chest. “I’m going to flash him.”
My laughter has their heads jerk my way. I start coughing, trying to cover up the fact that I was listening, and they go back to their conversation, keeping their voices hushed. My ears are on alert. I’m nosey as hell.
I’d like to tell them these guys aren’t pieces of meat they can entice with their boobs, but honestly, Travis might be. Or he has been, but he’s not anymore. Right?
