Chapter 10
TRAVIS
Using my shirt, I wipe the sweat from my forehead, trying to catch my breath as my heart still thunders against my ribs. I felt extra energized on stage, and we rocked the house. The crowd was eating it up.
“We have two rooms tonight. Check out is at ten, and we need to be back on the road before noon, so everyone better shower before then,” Tanner informs us, handing a keycard to each of us.
I slip mine in my pocket. Penn is my permanent bunk buddy.
I’d rather have blue balls than share a room with Tanner. We’d kill each other.
“The hotel is right behind the venue. The bus is already parked there.” Tanner tucks his clipboard under his arm, then heads for the door. Penn stands up and starts after him.
“You’re going back to the room already?” I ask him.
“Yeah.”
“Ugh, what the fuck. Let’s go out and get a drink or something.”
“Nah, I want to call Olivia.”
“Whatever.” I wave him off and glance at Liam, who’s watching him leave. “Let me guess, you want to go too?” He gives me a crooked smile, and I groan, slapping a hand over my face. “Go out with me. TripleKill is coming. We haven’t hung out with them, it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t be a bitch.”
“Fine,” he relents.
I give him a wide smile. He loves me.
We meet the others in the hall and order a cab to take us to the nearest bar. We’re standing outside on the corner waiting, and it takes less than two minutes for a group of girls to approach us.
The twin guitarists from TripleKill, Axel and Atticus, already have a girl on each of their arms, and I admire their quickness.
It’s probably their easygoing good looks.
Kind of like Liam, with their tan skin, but where Liam’s hair is dirty blond, theirs is pitch black.
Killian is alone and scaring off the fresh batch of girls with his resting bitch face.
He reminds me of Penn, but worse. Quiet but kind of a dick around the opposite sex.
If I knew he was going to be like that, I wouldn’t have invited him.
“Can we go with you guys?” One of the blonde girls chirps, batting her lashes seductively and pressing her chest out, as if we need a better view of her rack. It's huge and plastic looking.
My eyes scan the other options. A brunette with long curls dressed in a skin-tight leopard-print dress—shit screams “only here to fuck a band member.” A bleach blonde in a leather jacket and a Nirvana T-shirt that couldn’t look any more like a poser.
A cute, dark-haired girl with strips of pink throughout her hair and a nose ring like mine.
She’s wearing one of our older band shirts, ones we had made to sell at SummerFest last summer.
Could she be an actual fan? Or another poser? Either way, she’s kind of cute.
Once the taxi van pulls up, we climb in. The drive to the club is short, and Sasha talked my ear off the whole time. In the five-minute drive, I’ve come to the decision that she’s definitely a groupie, but a loyal one. If her stories about seeing us play twelve times in the last two years are true.
We go straight for the bar and order a round of drinks, then grab a table near the back.
The twins are already out on the dance floor, but the rest of us crowd into a booth.
Killian is giving the two other girls with us the cold shoulder.
Wonder if he’s gay? Not that it matters. More pussy for me if he is.
Sasha stays close to me, her hand resting on my thigh as she sips on a beer.
I offered to order her whatever fruity shit was on the menu, but she swore she was a “beer girl.” Yet, I’ve seen her wince in disgust from the corner of my eye every time she takes a drink.
She’s definitely not a beer girl. Ellie is the only girl I’ve met who truly likes beer.
She’s just like one of the guys when she goes out, except I don’t daydream about fucking the guys.
“This is for you, sir.” A waitress plants a shot of clear liquid on our table in front of Liam.
“Oh, I didn’t order this.”
“Someone ordered it for you,” she tells him, and my eyebrows shoot up.
“Uh, oh. Ok, thank you,” he says, glancing around.
“Secret admirer?” I lean over the table, grinning at him, and he shrugs, tossing back the drink.
“Let’s dance!” Sasha yells, dragging me out of the booth and to the dance floor. She grinds her ass all over me until my dick starts to respond. When she feels it, she turns, looking at me over her shoulder and playing coy. I sigh internally, same shit.
Reaching for my hands, she forces them around her waist and slides them up her shirt, right to her breasts.
I give her what she wants and take a handful.
Her back arches, head dropping to my chest as her ass pushes harder into me.
Then she spins, pressing her lips to my neck.
“Take me somewhere,” she says in my ear.
Can’t take her to my room. Penn wouldn’t like that at all, and Olivia would probably chop off my balls. No, she’s too sweet for that. She’d probably cry, then Ellie would chop off my balls for making her best friend cry.
I take her hand and weave through the crowd until we’re in the back, in a dark, dirty corner.
We start making out, and her hand comes down, rubbing me over my pants.
My cock hardens slowly, and I thrust into her hand.
She moans, loud. The music isn’t as thumping back here, but she wanted to be heard.
“Oh, wow,” she pants through kisses. “You have a tongue ring. I like that.”
“Mhm.”
She sucks my tongue into her mouth, moaning some more, while I slip my hand up her shirt again and squeeze one of her tits.
Her leg curls around my waist, and she starts dry humping me fast. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she cries as if I’m doing the Lord’s work when I’m barely touching her.
I’m not even pinching or twisting her nipples. I simply just grabbed one.
My dick starts to shrivel, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
She’s bouncing on my lap as if she’s riding me.
I break the kiss and free my hand from her shirt, staring at her with wide eyes.
She keeps going, slithering her body while her nails dig into my shoulders.
Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, as she grinds into my softening dick.
“I’m going to come, ohh.”
No fucking way.
I watch, equal parts disgusted and amazed at how good she’s acting. There’s no way she’s enjoying this. My cock isn’t hard anymore. She’s just rubbing against my zipper. That can’t feel good, and I’m not even touching her now. What a fucking joke.
“Ohhhh!” she cries out, extremely loud as her body convulses.
I step back and she sinks against the wall, smiling.
“That was amazing. Do you have a room we can go to? I want to take care of you.” She eyes my cock, and it shrivels up even further inside my body.
I didn’t know it was possible for me to be this soft.
I shake my head, staring at her in disbelief. Amazing? If that was amazing for her then that’s sad. “Sorry, my bandmate’s in my room and he’s not into threesomes.” Anymore.
She pouts. “Too bad. But that’s ok.” She reaches for my belt, and my hand shoots out.
“I need to piss,” I lie. “I’ll be back.”
I slip down the hall, but instead of curving to the bathroom, I practically sprint back to the table. Thankfully, Liam is already there, making out with some girl while Killian sits there staring into space with a snarl.
It’ll probably only take thirty-five seconds before Sasha realizes I’m not coming back. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” I blurt.
Liam whips around, frowning when he sees the panic in my eyes. He gives a heartfelt apology to Big Tits and climbs out of the booth. I look expectantly at Killian. Did he not hear the distress in my voice?
“You guys go ahead. I’m going to stay with Axel and Atticus.”
I slap his shoulder and hurry out of sight, snagging my hat out of my back pocket and tugging it down to disguise myself.
“What the hell was that about?” Liam asks as we make our way down the street, opting to make the fifteen-minute walk instead of waiting for a ride.
“That chick was nuts.”
“Ah.”
He doesn’t question it any further. If I think someone is crazy, then they might as well be certifiable. I like a freak in my sheets, but that back there was another level. Hollywood needs to come get her.
I’m all for girls getting themselves off. Use me, I don’t mind, but my dick wasn’t even hard, and she was acting as if I was balls deep inside, hitting her G-spot.
“What the…” Liam trails off as we approach his door, which is right next to mine.
“Is that?” I laugh. “Holy shit, it is,” I say, spotting the hot pink thong hanging off his door handle. “Normally, that means do not disturb your roommate, but we know good and damn well Tanner doesn’t have a girl in there.” I carefully grab the material by the stringy edge and hold it up.
“What’s that? There’s writing on it,” Liam notes, squinting to read. He likely doesn’t want to get too close.
I lean in, and my eyes bulge at the same time Liam lets out a terrifying squeal. Written in black Sharpie across the front of the thong is Property of Liam Campbell. I bark out a laugh, but it’s quickly cut off when I look closer. Too close. And notice what appears to be a wet spot on the crotch.
“Ugh!” I fling the underwear and jump back ten feet, wiping my hand on my jeans. “Those have been worn. Recently.”
Liam’s face twists in horror. “Who the...” He spins around, checking the halls, but no one else is around. How the hell they knew exactly which door was his is both impressive and scary.
“They’re wet, man. Someone wore those, got all turned-on, then put them on your door! Ew!”
Liam tugs at his unruly curls and kicks the underwear with his shoe. “I’m not touching those.”
“Leave them for housekeeping. That’s wild, dude.
Someone wants you bad.” He checks over his shoulder again, looking uneasy.
I pat his back. “Night, buddy. Lock your door.” I watch him use his shirt to open his door, and I cackle to myself.
But as soon as I’m in my room, I take the hottest shower known to man and scrub my fingers so hard I think I peel a layer of skin off.