Yes, fucking ma’am.
Her mouth envelops me, cheeks hollowing. She sucks hard while playing with my balls with featherlight touches.
“Motherfu—” I roar, coming so hard I fear I might pass out. My vision goes fuzzy, and my legs shake. My toes go numb from how hard they’re curled. She doesn’t let up, either, swallowing every drop of my cum before she releases me with a devilish grin. “Christ, May,” I pant. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any better at that, but damn if she didn’t prove me wrong. “You’re such a good little slut for me.”
She rolls her eyes, but giggles as she crawls next to me, and I tuck her under my arm.
“Thank you.”
My face twists. “Thankme? For what?”
“For bringing my dreams to reality.”
“It was just a donut, May. I’d let you eat anything off my cock.”
My eyes drift shut. I’m so sated, I can’t move. If I tried to stand, I know I’d fall on my face. I think I’m temporarily paralyzed. She sucked the feeling out of my legs.
She kisses her way up my neck before softly pecking my lips.
“I’ll take care of you as soon as my limbs start working again,” I promise.
She laughs, gently skating her fingertips across my face and down my neck, and it feels amazing. Feels like something I never want to let go of.
61
ELLIE
“Motherfucker!”I shout, then remember I’m in a coffee shop. I scan the area, and yep, people definitely heard. Oh well.
I can’t believe this.
I stare at the message on my screen, a fucking text message, the hag. Couldn’t even tell me over the phone that she and her husband would not be attending their son’s last concert of his very first headlining tour! And to wait until the day before to tell me. Ugh.
When Travis’s mom finally returned my call last week, I was so hopeful. Then she said she’d have to check her schedule. I nearly shrieked. What schedule? Your backgammon games and solitaire parties. I mean, what do retired people who live in fancy communities near the beach do?
Got a hot date with the sand?
She said it was too much for them to travel so far away. They’re in their sixties, they’re not decrepit. Hugh Hefner was still banging hot chicks in his eighties.
I offered them first-class plane tickets, a hotel suite, and a nice,cushy seat backstage away from the wild crowd. All on my dime because I wanted them here for him. He deserves support from his family. If they only knew everything he’s overcome to get here.
I’m so angry, hot tears line my eyes. Everything’s already lined up. Everyone else has someone coming. Everyone’s already here, hiding away in their hotel rooms.
He’ll act like it doesn’t bother him, but how could it not?
My thumbs fly across my phone as I type out the most passive-aggressive message I’ve ever written to the mother of the man I’m completely obsessed with. I’ve accepted my feelings and the fact that he may take longer than me to come to terms with it. If he ever does. He may run like the wind and leave me in the dust. But if there was ever going to be someone to make me reconsider monogamy and love, it was always going to be him. I knew it then, and I know it now.
“Here you go, boys,”I say, stepping onto the bus with my hands full.
Their heads lift from the pizza they’re destroying. I feel like that’s all we’ve eaten for the last two months.
I stop for a moment, taking it all in. They’re sitting around, Penn and Travis on the sofa, Liam and Tanner at the table, all of them chatting—getting along.
This is it. This is the last time I’m going to see this. I take a mental photo, then, because that’s not good enough, I grab my phone quickly before they turn away and snap a picture. They groan, making me laugh.
“I know, I’m awful.” I’ve been photographing literally everything. They hate it, but one day, they’ll thank me. Penn will thank me sooner. I send all my photos to Liv, and she’salready working on a scrapbook. I hold up the dry-cleaning bags I picked up. “Tomorrow’s outfits.”
Another groan. It was my idea, and though they were reluctant at first, eventually they caved. There won’t be a pair of dry panties in the house.
