“We could go together?” Calvin suggests.
My eyes snap to him and narrow. A prickling sensation creeps up my spine. I don’t like the sound of that, of them hanging out outside of this bus. He’s normally an ass to her, but I see how he stares at her—like he’s tryingto undress her with his beady eyes. I know because I’ve done it too. I don’t need to anymore. I can simply close my eyes and have the full view of her naked body. It’s burned into my retinas. Hourglass curves that my palms have delicately traced, catlike green eyes that darken right before she comes, the softest, pinkest pussy. Yeah, he’s never seeing that.
“No thanks,” she says with a forced politeness I can tell she doesn’t mean. My shoulders relax, and I pull out my wallet, dropping my card on the table.
“Anything else?” she asks, pocketing it into her sweatpants.
Somehow, she looks even better in those.
I start toward the front of the bus. “Some sleeping pills.”
“You can’t drink with those.”
I spin around. Ellie stares at me hard, challenging me to argue with her. I know the look; her fire normally turns me on, but I’m too tired for this shit.
“Just do what I said, May. I’m not paying you for your opinion.” Maybe that was a low blow, but fuck, doesn’t she want me to sleep? I’m trying my best here. I shoot a look at Calvin, and he nods. He’ll get me the damn pills if she doesn’t.
I walk away, feeling Ellie’s glare on my back.
7
TRAVIS
“I wouldn’t go out there,man. It’s a madhouse,” Liam warns. But how else am I supposed to know what that girl tastes like?
I grin at him, making the message loud and clear, then slip out the door and down the hallway that leads to the main area of the club.
The show was packed tonight. I checked the crowd while I was on stage and saw some good-looking potential. Even caught some girls crowd surfing. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
One caught my eye, and I’m going to see if I can find her. Sure, I could send Calvin out here to do it, but my adrenaline is still raging from the show, and I want to keep it as long as possible. The bus isn’t leaving the city until morning, so I have all night here.
I spin my flat bill around and pull it down low, trying my best to be inconspicuous. Having the Mohawk out would definitely be too obvious.
The crowd is thinning; most people already gone or in lineat the merch stand. By the front of the stage stands just what I’m looking for—groupies.A small circle of girls is by the barricade, staring at the crew as they clean up our stuff, as if they’re hoping we’ll pop back out. Well, lucky for them, I’ve got some pent-up aggression to get out.
My eyes scan the area until they land on a white, cropped shirt.Bingo.
Definitely looks like the one I noticed earlier, but even if it’s not, oh well. She has long, dark hair, not exactly like Ellie’s—hers is more caramel, with natural sun-kissed streaks in it—and there’s no curl to it. But it looks silky and soft, and there’s plenty to grab onto. She’s tall, with slim, tanned legs underneath her shorty shorts.
I hesitate, knowing I’m throwing myself into the lion’s den alone, but my friends are assholes. Liam was too scared to come out here, and Penn and Tanner are already on the bus. Probably video-fucking their girlfriends.
Ah, fuck it.
I stride over and catch several pairs of eyes on my way. They all widen at the sight of me, and one screams.Jesus.
Guess the hat didn’t do much in hiding me.
My gaze connects with the girl’s, and she steps forward as I enter their circle. “’Sup, ladies? Enjoy the show?” God, I hate this part.
They’re all trying to talk over each other, loudly throwing compliments at me while pawing at my arms. My skin itches and I want to shake them off, but I can’t be too rude.
I force a smile and nod, pretending to listen, but my eyes stay on the dark ones in front of me. She’s getting my silent message, and thankfully, is bold enough to squash her friends and take what she wants. She comes closer, grabbing my arm. The group goes quiet.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask. There’s no other way to say it. She knows. I know. It is what it is.
She licks her lips, they’re dark red and almost too full, butI bet they’d feel good around my dick. She loops her arm through mine, and we ignore the pouts and whines from the other girls as we walk off. I grab us both a shot from the bar before leading her back to the greenroom.
The room’s empty now as I move us to the cushy couch. Another thing I’m not used to—the nice-ass greenrooms. Before, it was mostly a closet with bare walls and wrinkled pleather couches. Now we get soft lighting, real leather, accent pillows, and refreshments that aren’t just alcohol, though I do appreciate that. There are snacks too—chips, candy, and fruit baskets. And our name. Our fucking name is on the door! And not just on a piece of paper with Duct Tape. It’s spelled out in neat, wooden letters. I almost can’t believe it.
