My eyes track her as she walks to the elevator. I just showered, but I’m considering following her. Her skin looks nice when it’s glistening with sweat.
Penn flicks my ear. “Whatever you’re thinking, no.”
I push him away and rub my ear. “Shut up. I’m not thinking anything, damn.”
He stares at me, knowing I’m full of shit. Fuck, that’s annoying.
Maybe I crossed a line going into Ellie’s room. I just wanted to make sure that guy didn’t pull any funny shit, but once I finally broke away from the fans mauling me, I saw him exiting the lobby as I was going in. I could’ve turned aroundright then, but I didn’t. And I was pleasantly surprised when I walked in and caught her playing with herself with a little bullet vibrator.
Now, all I’ve been able to think about is what it tasted like when I cleaned her cum from the rubber toy. How hard my dick was while she watched me stroke myself, getting so turned-on she had to fuck her fingers to another orgasm.
Shit. I adjust myself, my cock threatening to expose my thoughts.
I miss how fun and easy it was with her. I haven’t even been entertaining groupies anymore because they aren’t doing it for me. But Ineedto get laid or else my dick will fall off from lack of use.
“The rental will be here in twenty minutes. We need to hit the road ASAP if we want to make it to the show on time,” Calvin says, appearing behind us.
“I’ll tell the others.” Penn takes off toward the gym, where Tanner convinced Liam to spot him while he lifted. Fucking weirdo.
Once Penn’s out of earshot, I say, “I better go tell Ellie. She hasn’t showered yet.” Calvin glances at me with a smirk. Is that what I look like when I do that? Ew.
Not waiting for his response, I head the way Ellie disappeared. She’s wrapped in a cotton towel, sitting on one of the benches in the steam room, her head resting against the wall. I’m thankful there’s no one else in here as I take the spot next to her. Fuck, this is nice. I should’ve done this before I showered.
“Rental is on its way.”
Her eyes pop open. “Shit, okay.” She jumps up and then winces.
“What’s wrong?”
She adjusts her towel carefully, wincing again. “The towel is rubbing my piercings, and it’s not pleasant.”
I nod. Mine have got caught on my shirt a couple of times,and it wasn’t fun either, but they must be healing fine because I haven’t had any issues. They were tender as hell those first few days.
“How are they looking?” I ask her, eyes falling to her tits, wishing I could see through the material.
She slips out the door, and I follow. “They’re healing, but they’re still sensitive. I woke up the next day and felt like my boobs were revolting. My nips felt like they were on fire.”
I hold back my laugh. I know what she means. She’s a trooper. “If you need me to massage them for you.”
She halts at the changing room door. “Considering the slightest touch right now makes me want to scream, I’ll pass.”
“I know, I’m kidding.”
I wasn’t.
Her face turns serious, and I know what’s coming before she even opens her mouth. “We can’t...what happened before?—”
I cut her off. “I know.”
We’ve both avoided talking about it. When she got on the bus the next day, she wouldn’t even look at me. The guilt was written all over her face. So I pretended it didn’t happen.
“To showup at the very last minute and not rehearse, I think that went well.”
I glance at Tanner, blinking. “Well?”
“Yeah. Don’t you?” He eyes each of us.
“Do we ever perform better than well in your opinion?” We were fucking fantastic. The crowd was eating out of our palms. Moshing and surfing the entire set.
