I eye the room, making sure no one’s listening to us, andkeep my voice low. “Should I be jealous? I mean, do you want to go to her room?”
He shakes his head frantically. “Fuck no.”
“Because you can. You have time,” I say, referring to the two weeks left on the tour where we agreed not to touch each other. We’ve been toeing that line for weeks. All the things we’ve done aren’t any better than sleeping together. We just keep telling ourselves it is. I have no idea what will happen once the tour is over. Will we be…dating? Having sex nonstop? Will he panic, change his mind, and ghost me again?
He leans across the table. “The only place I’m going to stick my dick from now on is in you. It doesn’t even flinch for other girls anymore.”
His confession makes my heart flutter.Thisis his love language. Not that he’s in love, but it’s how he expresses himself. He cares. That’s enough for me. I nod, and he goes back to devouring his food. I watch him for a minute before resuming my work. I’m in the middle of creating a caption when my phone starts ringing. The out-of-area number makes me frown, then I jump up, slamming my knees on the table. “Ow, shit,” I whine, hobbling out of the booth.
“Christ, you ok?”
I wave him off as I limp away. “I’m fine. Have to take this!”
57
TRAVIS
“I’m sorry,the only room we have available is a king bed.”
Ellie’s face falls and I smirk to myself. How about that? Who knew this little side trip to my court hearing would be so much fun? It’s going to be torture, sharing a bed and not being able to touch her, but I’m a glutton for punishment. Probably because I deserve it.
“I don’t understand how that’s possible. How do you only have one room?” Ellie asks, a hint of panic in her tone.
“There’s a bridal expo tomorrow,” the receptionist informs us.
Ellie sighs, producing the business card from her wallet and sliding it to her. “Fine, whatever.”
The woman hands us our keycards, and we walk to the elevator.
“What’s wrong? Scared to sleep in a bed with me? Afraid you can’t keep your hands to yourself?” I taunt as we step on.
“No. It’s just unprofessional.”
“Uh-huh.”
I hit the button, and as soon as the doors close, I’m on her,using my hips to push her against the wall. She gasps, dropping the handle of her suitcase. I snatch her wrists, pinning them above her head as I put myself nose to nose with her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she says, all breathy, making my dick swell.
“Is this professional?” I muse, skating my lips across her cheek. She shakes her head, and I glance over to see how much time we have left before we reach our floor. “You can tell me to stop.” I lean down, flicking her earlobe with my tongue ring. She whimpers, her chest heaving as I drag the knuckle of my free hand down her neck. “Your throat is just so...chokable. Fuck.” My fingers twitch to squeeze it as I pound into her, then flip her. Pin her to the mattress with both hands and watch her tits bounce underneath me. Blood rushes to my dick, making it throb.
Once my hand reaches the cut in her V-neck, it takes all my strength to pull away. The elevator comes to a halt, and I pick up my bag, waiting for the doors to part, acting completely unfazed.
She blows out a frustrated breath that makes my lip twitch. My cock is solid as stone. I had no damn clue I had this much restraint. I’ve had practice, with all the fooling around we’ve done to ourselves in front of each other, and I didn’t break. I can do this. I can wait it out. And when we finally fuck again, it’s going to be glorious, just like the first time.
The doors open, and she rams her shoulder into my back, knocking me out of the way. “I hate you,” she mumbles, speed walking down the hall.
I bark out a laugh and watch her little ponytail swing aggressively as she shakes her head. Then my eyes fall to her ass, nice and plump in her tight leggings, and suddenly, I don’t find anything funny.
“Which sideof the bed do you want?” Ellie asks, yanking the covers back harder than necessary. We had dinner and showered—separately, unfortunately—and now it’s time for bed.
She’s still pissy about my teasing, but I’ve learned my lesson. I gave myself blue balls and had to come all over the shower wall. Didn’t help, I’m still half hard.
“I don’t care.” It’s not like I’m going to sleep with her next to me dressed likethat.It’s payback, I know.
Ellie and I have had several sleepovers. Usually, she wore nothing. Maybe a skimpy PJ set, but she never slept in lingerie. Why the hell did she pack that shit? She said it was pajamas. In what universe is that sleepwear? That shit is meant to be torn off with teeth. Lacey and low cut. Pretty peach color, too, like her pussy. Oh Jesus, don’t go there.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to conjure up other thoughts. Music, guitars, hot sauce, but all I see is her pussy. Glistening and waiting for me to fill her up.
