Chapter 24

TRAVIS

I’m slightly hungover as I roll off my bunk and into the bathroom to take a piss.

Liam’s asleep in his bed. Last night was unexpected, I hope he doesn’t get all weird on me now.

We were all a little drunk and horny. I hadn’t meant for it to go down like that, it just happened.

I never planned on Liam joining our play sessions, but he was there, and I could tell she was turned-on.

At first, I was going to let Liam touch her, but when it came down to it, something weird hit my chest, and then I thought better of it.

And I couldn’t not take part in her pleasure.

It was still hot as hell. Both of us fucking her with a toy, her watching us fuck our hands while she waited for us to paint her body with our cum.

But I’m sick of not being able to touch her, really touch her.

Feel her insides stretch around my piercings.

Feel her pussy flex around my cock while she takes me nice and deep.

Hear her scream my name as I pound into her from behind while I pull her hair.

Fuck. My dick starts to harden just thinking about it.

“What time did you stumble in?” Penn asks as I park my ass on the couch.

“No clue.” It felt like I went to sleep twenty minutes ago, then again, I might have. Liam left Ellie’s room right after because she passed out instantly. I stayed a bit and watched her sleep, making sure she didn’t wake up in a panic over everything.

“Care to share with the class?”

“Huh?” I glance at Penn, who’s sitting on the other end of the couch, sipping a cup of steaming coffee.

“Anything exciting happen last night?”

“No, not really. Same ol’ shit,” I lie. It was real fucking exciting. Most fun I’ve had in a while, and I didn’t even get laid.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Penn says, causing my chin to jerk up.

A sheepish Liam slips into the booth across from us.

I don’t even think he had that much to drink.

He spent most of the night looking over his shoulder.

Ever since he found underwear on his door, he acts like someone’s going to jump out of the bushes and strangle him with a thong.

He should be glad it was women’s underwear and not something creepy like a tooth or some shit.

Yeah, a fucking tooth. I’ve heard stories about crazy obsessed fans leaving weird surprises before.

This one was at least innocent enough, and if she’s hot, it could be a nice little meet-cute.

“Good morning,” Liam replies, his eyes darting to me. I wiggle my brows at him, and I’m pretty sure the dude fucking blushes. Jesus Christ. He wasn’t shy on me last night.

“We had a good time last night, didn’t we, buddy?” I say to him, watching him shift in his seat.

“I thought you said nothing exciting happened?” Penn questions.

“We still had fun, just hanging out. Since you pussy-whipped bitches never leave the goddamn bus.”

THAWACK

“Ow!” I rub the side of my head, where Penn just chucked his massive notebook at me. He reaches over and grabs his book, dusting it off like I’m the one who hurt it. “I’m the one hurt, asshole. Not your precious book!”

“Your crusty hair gel is all over it.”

I gasp. “Crusty?! Do you have any idea how much work it is to keep my hair this fucking amazing? No, you don’t, because you don’t do shit to yours.”

Penn has great hair, too. That’s what pisses me off. All inky black and stylish, and he doesn’t even brush it.

“It’s not my fault you need a two-foot-tall mohawk to attract girls.”

My jaw falls open. “What is with the goddamn roast already? I just woke up! Liam, buddy, you just moved into my top spot. You’re number one, congratulations.”

Penn scoffs, turning to Liam. “It’s a lot of fuckin’ work, just so you know.”

I glare at him, and he grins, flipping me the bird.

“Glad to see everyone’s awake,” Tanner says, strolling onto the bus and dropping a paper bag on the table. “Breakfast, you’re welcome. Someone needs to get Ellie, we have to hit the road.”

Calvin steps on the bus, taking the driver’s seat while everyone else moves to the table to eat.

“I’m not hungry, I’ll go get her.” I start to head off the bus, then turn back. “Wanna come with me, Liam?” The biscuit he was about to bite into freezes at his lips. “Ah, never mind. Eat,” I say, laughing to myself as I step off the bus.

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