His eyes bulge, face paling.
“The chick that left her thong on your door. It has to be her!” I check the return address, but all it says is “Liam’s girl.” I cackle, shoving the card in his face. If I didn’t find this whole thing hilarious, I might be jealous that he has a stalker and I don’t.
He heads inside, looking half sick. I stay and open every single one. They’re all the same poem with different variationsof things she wants to do to him orforhim. Some are compliments about how amazing he is, but the more recent ones start to turn passive-aggressive, like she’s mad he isn’t replying. She knew we were on tour, damn.
I better go check on him once I’m done. This chick might be deranged, maybe that’s why he’d been acting so strange.
Life has been busy since being home. I thought it would slow down, but I was wrong. I’ve been breezing through my community service. Tanner only gave us a week off before starting on us again. He’s still acting as manager. We’ve interviewed several decent candidates, but he’s weary after the shitshow that was Calvin.
In order to keep our momentum flowing and capitalize on the success of the tour, we dove straight into recording another album. This one’s gonna be different. Penn finally relented and is singing more. Not much, he only carries on like two songs, and one is “Barbie Girl,” of course. He hates it, but I think it’s mostly out of concern for my feelings, which I appreciate, but I’m good now. I know I’m needed even if I’m not singing.
After some light practicing and a band meeting, I shove everyone out of my house so I can shower and wait for Ellie. She’s still working for us and mostly does her job from home, aside from the occasional time when she needs our faces for content. Having her boss me around turns me on. I already knew I liked it in the bedroom, but when she’s here forcing me to do this and that, using her professional voice, I get hard as a rock. So far, that’s the only downside to working with her. I get horny and can’t focus. The upside is, as soon as work’s over, I get to drag her inside and fuck her ten ways to Sunday.
Making her mine was the best fucking idea I’ve ever had.
64
ELLIE
Is being dickedto death a thing? If so, I think that’s what’s happening to me. I’m not going to stop it. That’s the way I want to go out.
Death by dick.
I’d like it on my headstone, too.Happily deceased from orgasm overload. And if Travis isn’t right behind me, I’m going to need him to leave his cock in my casket. No one else gets my shiny joystick.
He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to fuck me on every surface in his house once we were home. We’ve hit the kitchen counter, table, couch, dresser, shower, bathtub, and more than once—the pool table.
I had to sneak and sanitize after because he refused to clean it. He said he wanted my smell everywhere. I took it as a compliment, but now there’s guests here. I couldn’t, in good conscience, let them eat in this kitchen without cleaning it.
“Aw, we’re out of ice already. How’d that happen so fast?” Olivia frowns, looking in the freezer. We’ve been making mocktails andcelebrating just being home. It’s been good. Everyone’s together and getting along—mostly—and it’s a nice change of pace.
“It’s ok. We’ll run and grab more,” I tell her.
“But I had a formula and everything.”
“What’s wrong, Barbie?” Penn comes up, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“We’re out of ice.”
“Want me to go get some?”
“It doesn’t make sense!” She glances around, searching for the culprit.
We’re having mocktails, and the guys are drinking beer. Except Travis, he’s been sticking to water. I’m proud of the steps he’s taken since we’ve been home to keep himself in check. He’s been to meetings and is even seeing a therapist twice a month. I’m so fucking proud.
But Tanner’s girlfriend Katie has been throwing back margaritas like there’s a shortage coming. We haven’t made up. I still hate that bitch, but I’m being civil for Tanner. He said she feels like an outsider, and that’s why she acted out on tour.
Yeah, right. I’d never seen her much before the tour either. I haven’t so much as looked her way because I only need a tiny reason.
“I’ll get more, don’t worry,” Penn assures her.
“No, we’ll go.” I glance at Liv, sending a silent message.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Us girls will go.” She kisses his cheek and shoves him toward the rest of the guys in the living room. “What’s with the SOS?” she asks when he’s out of earshot.
“I really want a donut and a reason to drive Travis’s car,” I add when I can tell she isn’t buying the donut story. Travis keeps them on hand now. It’s so adorable. I think he loves me.
I waltz up to him, sliding my hands up his chest. “Hey, we’re going to get ice. Do you need anything?”
