We stay in the shadows until the Uber arrives. As we make our way to the hotel, I send Jordan a text with the lame excuse of being sick. I feel bad ditching him, but I had no choice.
When we reach the hotel, Liam taps Travis’s face gently. “Hey, buddy, wake up.”
He grunts but doesn’t move. Liam sends me a worried glance. I do my best to give him a reassuring smile even though my stomach is in knots. I didn’t see Travis drinking much, especially after we left the bar. I don’t think he’s drunk, and weed wouldn’t have this effect on him.
Liam and I cart Travis through the hotel and up to my room. I don’t want to put him on the bus like this. Penn and Tanner would lose their minds.
We dump him on the bed, and he starts laughing. Liam’s eyes dart to mine, and I shrug.
“Ellie, are we about to fuck? Finally! Just you and me. Liam isn’t invited this time.”
My eyes widen, along with Liam’s, as we stare at each other.
“I’m going to get him some water.” I rush over to my kitchenette and back. “Travis, sit up, drink this.”
He doesn’t move, but his hand reaches out and takes the glass, leaning up just enough to chug the water in one go, spilling some down his chin and onto his shirt. “Ah hell,” he says, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. “It’s a million degrees in here!”
“Maybe we should get some food in him?” Liam suggests.
“Yes, good idea.” I hurry back to the kitchen, only to realize I have no food. We’re always on the go and constantly eat out, then I remember that I almost always have snacks. It’s better than nothing. I open the donut box resting on the counter, frowning when I see only one left. Maybe I can DoorDash something, though probably not at this hour.
“Travis, do you want a donut?” I wave the crème-filled, chocolate-iced goodness in his face. Damn, I was looking forward to eating that later.
He sits up, his eyes glossy and wide. “You gonna share the goods with me, May? You must really like me.”
I smile, holding the donut to his mouth. “Yes, now be a good boy and eat it all.” I meant it as a joke, but as soon as the words are out, I wince, remembering Liam is still here. It’s still a tad awkward knowing what I did with the two of them. Awkward. Hot. All of it.
Travis groans, eating the donut in two bites and falling back on the bed. I start taking his shoes off. “You can go back to the bus. I’ve got him.”
“I…are you sure? I don’t like the idea of leaving him like this.”
“I’ll stay up and watch him.” I toss his shoes to the side, glancing at Liam.
“I’d feel better if I stayed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he adds quickly.
The couch is tiny, even smaller than their bunks, and probably way less comfortable, but I can tell he’s worried.
“Okay.”
I grab the spare blankets in the closet and hand them to Liam, who moves across the room to the couch. I sigh, staring at Travis. He’s sprawled across the bed. He hasn’t moved since he ate the donut. My eyes drop to his pants again, remembering what happened. I’m pretty sure Liam noticed, too, but he didn’t say anything.
Undoing the button on his jeans, I begin to work them down. It’s difficult when he’s not helping. I grunt, pulling hard, trying not to draw Liam’s attention. Travis mumbles something I can’t make out and lifts his ass just enough for me to finally get his pants off.
“Scootch over,” I whisper, nudging his knees as I crawl into the bed. Surprisingly, he does, and once I’m under theblanket, I shimmy out of my leather pants, deciding to just sleep in my top. As I turn the lamp off, Travis flips over, spooning me. “What are you doing?” I keep my voice low because, although Liam is across the room, I know he isn't asleep yet.
“Your skin is so soft,” he purrs, running his hands down my arms. When he gets to my bare legs, he stops, groans quietly, then continues stroking my skin. “You feel so good next to me, Ellie. God, I’ve missed it. Missed you.”
I swallow, trying not to stiffen at his admission. I’m not sure how to take it.
His hands skate over my hips, and I clench my thighs, thinking he’s going between my legs, but his hands glide back up, over my arms. He cups my throat gently. Maybe the most gentle he’s ever been with me.
“Perfect fit.” His fingers flex around my neck, then drift over my cheek. “Perfect girl. Perfect for me.” He sighs heavily, letting his hand fall, and mumbling something that sounds a lot like “I’m such a fuckup.”
My mouth opens, ready to tell him he’s not a fuck up, but his hands fly off my body, and he rolls off the mattress. I turn over, watching him stumble into the bathroom. Within seconds, I hear heaving. Anxiety claws at me. I climb out of the bed, intent on checking on him, when Liam jumps off the couch.
“What’s wrong?”
No answer is needed because Travis heaves again, the sound of his loud groan filling the small room. Worry gnaws at my gut, and tears spring to my eyes, realizing his confession wasn’t anything but drunken rambling. He didn’t mean anything by it, and for some reason it’s making my chest ache.
