I puff out a breath. “I’m fine, but I miss my bed.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“You homesick?”
“I was. I feel better now that Liv’s here, but I’ll be sad when she leaves.” She takes another drink, and her tongue comes out, licking a missed droplet from her bottom lip. “What’s your favorite part?”
My gaze is trained on her tongue as it disappears between her lips. Damn, I miss her mouth. Warm and always eager to welcome my cock.
“Travis?”
My eyes snap up. “Huh?”
“About the tour? What’s your favorite part.”
I lift my shoulder. “I don’t know. All of it. None of it.”
She frowns, and I want to wipe it away immediately. What the fuck is wrong with me? I push my beer away. I need to stop drinking already.
“None of it? I hardly believe that. You were stoked a few months ago.”
“I’m kidding. It’s all pretty incredible. My favorite part is getting to be on stage with my best pals. Simple as that. Seeing people enjoy our music, watching the crowd get bigger and bigger each night. Fuck, that’s cool.” I glance at Ellie, and she’s staring at me, her frown still intact, but her eyes are all fucking starry. “What?” I snip, a little too harshly.
A smile spreads across her face. “Nothing. I just thought for sure your favorite thing was going to be the vast amount of groupies throwing themselves at you.”
The smirk I give her is forced. “You didn’t let me finish,that was my next favorite thing.” That’s a lie. I’m sick of them already, but she doesn’t need to know that.
She laughs again. “Of course.”
We finish a couple of rounds, keeping the conversation light, but at some point, it turns again.
“You havesoomany piercings,” she slurs slightly, leaning close and letting her finger trail over the gauges in my ears before tapping the gold hoop in my nose.
“Yes.” This is nothing new to her.
“I want one.” She lifts her beer to take a drink but pouts when she finds it empty. Ellie isn’t a lightweight by any means. In fact, she can hold her alcohol almost as well as me, but it’s starting to hit her. I haven’t seen her eat for a while.
She waves at the bartender, but when he looks our way, I shake my head, letting him know she doesn’t need any more. I need to get her back to her room and into bed.
“What would you get?” I ask to distract her from the fact that the bartender is not bringing her another.
Her attention swings to me, her eyes shining with delight when she says, “I’ve always wanted my nipples pierced.”
Her confession nearly knocks me off my stool. Damn, now I’m picturing it. Her perky pink buds decorated with shiny little studs. Fuck, that would be hot.
I nod, not trusting my voice to speak as my cock threatens to grow right here. Ellie types on her phone as I signal the bartender for the check and slide my credit card from my wallet.
“Look!” she gasps. “They’re open all night and only four blocks away!”
I scribble my name on the tab and push it back across the bar. “What is?”
“This tattoo and piercing shop.” She looks at me like I’m stupid for asking.
I chuckle, shaking my head and movingtoward the elevator with every intention of plopping her ass back in her room. “You’re crazy.”
“I did it. I booked an appointment online for twenty minutes from now.”
I spin around. “What?”
