58. Amelia
Chapter 58
Amelia
T ravelling to Pennsylvania feels like driving straight into the mouth of hell, and the closer we get, the more my stomach ties itself in knots.
Knowing I've got to face my mom is eating away at me. After everything she pulled with me and Tobias, I don't even want to see her, let alone sit through whatever passive-aggressive comments she's undoubtedly been storing up. And David? He's not much of a stepparent, more of a prop being dragged along because someone told him to be there.
The bus hums beneath me as I sink into my usual spot near the back, tucked away in my favorite corner seat. My earbuds are in, and the world around me is fading into a low buzz of conversations and distant traffic.
These quiet moments are rare—little pockets of peace where I can drop the mask and don't have to be anyone's anything. I don't need to smile for the audience or act like I'm not counting down the days until I'm back in Tobias's arms. Just me, existing in this space between cities, watching the world race by.
The rest of the crew is scattered around the bus, some chatting, others dozing, and the lowbuzzof voices blend with the vibration of the wheels on the road.
Logan interruptsmysilence when he drops down next to me; he rolls his head back to rest against the cushion, and I know he's about to talk before he even opens his mouth.
I pull out an earbud, the music cutting off mid-chorus as I hit pause on my phone.
"You look like you're in your feelings."
"Maybe a little." Iwatchhimas hefullymelts into the seat beside me. "Are you okay?"
"I want to tell you something, but I don't want to make you sad," he says, his voice softening in a way that instantly makes my guard rise.
"You realize that I need to know now, right?" I narrow my eyes as he laughs. "Spill it."
"Harper told me she loved me last night after the show."
"Holy shit!" The words burst out before I can stop them. "Good for her! Wait—tell me you said it back."
"Of course I did." His whole face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. "I think I've loved that girl since the first time she called me out on my bullshit."
"Well, I'm happy for you," I say, meaning every word as I watch him practically vibrate with joy.
"It's mostly thanks to you, you know—for pushing us together."
"Then you're welcome." I laugh, shaking my head at him, but I can still feel his eyes on me. "What?"
"Are you doing okay?"
"Of course I'm okay. And, by the way, hearing that news in no way makes me sad. I love you idiots, and I'm so happy for you," I say firmly, hoping he'll believe me. But he keeps staring, and I sigh. "We're not doing this, Logan."
"You know where I am, where we both are," he says, offering me a lifeline I'm not ready to grab.
"Usually behind me making out," I quip, and he bursts out laughing, nudging me in the ribs.
"Okay, I'm trying to be supportive here, you ass."
"I appreciate it. I do. I just… I deal with my shit inwardly, that's all."
But instead of retreating, he grabs my earbud, pops it in his ear, and hits play like he's settling in for the long haul.
"You can't do that with us,"Harper declares,appearing before us as if emotional avoidance hadpersonally summoned her. She drops into the seat ahead, turning to face us. "You know I'll be on your ass until you tell me to shut up," she adds.
"Permission to tell you to shut up in the future?"
"Absolutely not," she says, crossing her arms.
"Fine, but I don't like it," I mutter, slumping further into my seat.
"I'm okay with that," she says breezily. "So do we get to meet your parents while we're in Pennsylvania? Because they sound super nice," she adds, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"I don't even want to see them, so probably not."
My voice comes out tight enough to snap. But deep in my gut, I know the truth—if my mom has anything to say about it, she'll find a way to crawl so far up my ass I'll be tasting her disapproval for weeks.
Some things never change.
Like the way family can fuck you up without even trying or how friends can piece you back together just by refusing to let you hide.
TOBIAS
Please tell me you're there, baby.
Tobias's text lights up my phone screen as I burrow into another cold hotel bed, desperate to be wrapped in his arms instead of these stiff, unfamiliar sheets.
AMELIA
I'm here. Is everything okay?
I type back, my heart already racing. It's nearly two o'clock in the morning, and knowing he works tomorrow means this isn't a casual goodnight text.
TOBIAS
I was dreaming about you. Now I'm hard as fuck, lying here with my cock in my hand when I should be spreading those pretty thighs. Fuck, I need to be inside you.
My pussy clenches so hard I have to bite back a whimper.
AMELIA
Show me what I'm missing, baby.
Moments later, a five-second video arrives.Ink-marked skin slides up and down that gorgeous cock like he's putting on a show just for me. The sound of his groan, when his thumb gathers the wetness at his tip, has my clit throbbing and my fingers itching to touch. I've never hated distance more than watching him pleasure himself when all I want is for those hands to be touching me.
AMELIA
God, I need you, Tobias. Tell me what you'd do if I were there.
My hand dips into my panties as I imagine the way he's touching himself.
TOBIAS
Everything, Mills. I want to bury my tongue so deep in that greedy little pussy you forget how to breathe. Want you to drench my face when you come all overme because that shit makes me lose my fucking mind.
I'm so completely gone for him.
My fingers work faster, but I also want to drag this out—to feel every single moment of this torture.
AMELIA
I'm so wet for you, baby.
My back arches off the bed, my free hand twisting the hotel sheets, imagining it's his hands, his cock, his everything destroying me piece by delicious piece.
Another video appears, and my breath catches. It starts on his face—that devastating smirk and those perfect lips I've memorized—before trailing down the ink decorating his chest. The camera keeps moving until I hear the sound of him spitting into his palm, watching as he coats his length with it. His strokes grow faster and more desperate, and then I hear him growl through the speaker.
"You want this cock buried inside you? It fucking misses you, Firefly. Misses its home. God, I wanna fuck you so bad."
The video ends, and pleasure rips through me like lightning, coiling hot and tight in my core. I'm so close I can taste it.
Fuck this distance.
I hit call, and he answers on the first ring. "Tell me you're close, Mills. Please."
"So close. I need to hear you. Need you with me."
"I'm right here." The sound of his hand working his cock makes me moan. "I'm fucking my fist, but I'm thinking about that perfect pussy. Let me hear what I'm doing to you."
I drive my fingers deeper, harder, letting him hear how unbelievably turned on I am by him.
"Fuck yes, that's what I need. My girl's getting so wet for me."
"Only ever for you." The truth of it makes me ache.
"I'm so hard it hurts. Jesus, the things I'd do to you right now." He pauses, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Do something for me, baby. Taste yourself.Show me what I can't have."
I switch to video call without hesitation.His eyes go feral as I suck my slick-covered fingers into my mouth, moaning like the needy slut he turns me into.
"God, I miss eating that pussy. How do you taste, baby?"
"Like I belong to you. Like every drop is yours."
He releases a sound that's half growl, half groan, pulling the phone back to give me a full view of his body—from those hungry eyes down to where he's desperately working his cock.
"Get those fingers back on that pussy. I need to watch you come for me. I need to hear my name on those pretty lips when you fall apart."
I slide my hand down, circling my clit, chasing my release while I watch him chase his. The sight of him getting off to me, for me , has me climbing higher and higher.
"Keep going, Tobias. I want you to come for me."
"Fuck, Amelia. Oh fuck—" His words dissolve into a stream of curses as he erupts, thick ropes of cum shooting across his chest. The sight of his release triggers mine, and I shatter around my fingers, his name torn from my throat while he groans through the last waves of his own pleasure.
When the stars finally fade from my vision, I watch as he drags his fingers through the beautiful mess on his chest and brings them to his mouth.
"Tell me how you taste, Tobias."
His eyes lock with mine through the screen, and when he speaks, his voice is rough with emotion. "I taste like I'll belong to you until they put me in the fucking ground, Firefly."