Chapter 64
ELLIE
Is being dicked to death a thing? If so, I think that’s what’s happening to me. I’m not going to stop it. That’s the way I want to go out.
Death by dick.
I’d like it on my headstone, too. Happily deceased from orgasm overload. And if Travis isn’t right behind me, I’m going to need him to leave his cock in my casket. No one else gets my shiny joystick.
He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to fuck me on every surface in his house once we were home. We’ve hit the kitchen counter, table, couch, dresser, shower, bathtub, and more than once—the pool table.
I had to sneak and sanitize after because he refused to clean it. He said he wanted my smell everywhere. I took it as a compliment, but now there’s guests here. I couldn’t, in good conscience, let them eat in this kitchen without cleaning it.
“Aw, we’re out of ice already. How’d that happen so fast?” Olivia frowns, looking in the freezer. We’ve been making mocktails and celebrating just being home. It’s been good. Everyone’s together and getting along—mostly—and it’s a nice change of pace.
“It’s ok. We’ll run and grab more,” I tell her.
“But I had a formula and everything.”
“What’s wrong, Barbie?” Penn comes up, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“We’re out of ice.”
“Want me to go get some?”
“It doesn’t make sense!” She glances around, searching for the culprit.
We’re having mocktails, and the guys are drinking beer. Except Travis, he’s been sticking to water. I’m proud of the steps he’s taken since we’ve been home to keep himself in check. He’s been to meetings and is even seeing a therapist twice a month. I’m so fucking proud.
But Tanner’s girlfriend Katie has been throwing back margaritas like there’s a shortage coming. We haven’t made up. I still hate that bitch, but I’m being civil for Tanner. He said she feels like an outsider, and that’s why she acted out on tour.
Yeah, right. I’d never seen her much before the tour either. I haven’t so much as looked her way because I only need a tiny reason.
“I’ll get more, don’t worry,” Penn assures her.
“No, we’ll go.” I glance at Liv, sending a silent message.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Us girls will go.” She kisses his cheek and shoves him toward the rest of the guys in the living room. “What’s with the SOS?” she asks when he’s out of earshot.
“I really want a donut and a reason to drive Travis’s car,” I add when I can tell she isn’t buying the donut story. Travis keeps them on hand now. It’s so adorable. I think he loves me.
I waltz up to him, sliding my hands up his chest. “Hey, we’re going to get ice. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Ok. Can I have your keys?” I bat my eyes at him, and he cringes.
“What? Why?”
“To drive. To the store,” I say flatly.
He’s yet to let me drive it alone, despite promising I can.
As soon as we were back home and the money from the tour was sorted, he fixed up his car.
It’s so freaking pretty. And fast. He looks fucking hot behind the wheel.
The way he handles it effortlessly turns me on big.
Didn’t know that was a thing for me. I’ve already gotten so worked up just watching him drive that I made him pull over more than once so I could suck his cock or ride him to my climax.
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.” I give him a sharp look and he groans. “Goddammit, I’ve turned into Tanner! I’m a little bitch. Fuck, how did this happen?” He looks around at our group of friends biting back their grins.
Except Penn.
He lets him have a full smirk. “Ain’t that a shame.”
Travis flips him off and turns back to me, his eyes pleading.
I hold out my hand, smiling wide. “Thank you!”
It looks like it physically pains him to pull the keys out of his pocket. “Don’t scratch it,” he grits, dropping them into my palm.
My brow arches. “Or what?”
His voice lowers and he leans in close so no one else hears. “Please, baby. Don’t scratch it.”
I kiss his cheek and strut out the door.
I didn’t scratch it. Not really.
“I’m so excited for Knotted’s grand opening,” Pacey says from the backseat.
“Me too!”
“I’m so nervous,” Liv admits. “What if no one shows or ever buys anything?”
I glance over at her quickly as I’m trying not to scratch Travis’s second baby. The first is obviously Cinnamon—who basically lives full-time with him now. Guess that makes me third. Boo.
“It’s going to be amazing. People will show and they will buy stuff,” I tell her.
“Yeah,” she says, her voice not convincing at all.
I ease into the lot of Whole Foods and shift into park. “I promise it’s going to be great.”
We climb out of the car and hit the store, grabbing all the essentials as fast as possible.
“Hey, isn’t that the band’s ex-manager?” Pacey asks.
My blood pressure climbs instantly.
Calvin stands by a blue sedan, loading his bags into the trunk. I didn’t get to witness his firing, and I was truly bummed. I wanted a front-row seat. Wanted to give him my best ‘fuck off’ smile and wave as they shoved him off the bus into oncoming traffic.
“That’s him,” I say as we approach Travis’s car. Liv and Pacey start putting our things inside, but I can’t stop staring at the back of Calvin’s head. He’s only a few feet away, I could probably spit hard enough to get some on him.
I shouldn’t waste my energy. I’ve been stewing all day, having Katie in my face. I’m too keyed up. I turn, about to open my door, when I hear his stupid voice. “Well, look who it is.”
I swing around, crossing my arms over my chest, and glare at him.
He shoves his buggy into the corral and walks closer. “Bet you’re real happy these days, huh?”
My smile is instant. Why, yes, I am. “Sure am, Cal.”
“You fuck your way to manager yet?”
My whole body stiffens, and a gasp sounds behind me—probably Liv. I try my damndest not to show him a reaction.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
He scoffs. “Me!? The only reason you have a job is because you have a tight pussy between your legs.”
“What the hell!?” Pacey shrieks.
My blood boils, but I keep my expression blank.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look for you, Cal.
But let’s be honest, your face doesn’t help, either.
Don’t be a petty bitch because you fucked up and lost your job.
” His nostrils flare. “Supplying Travis with drugs when you knew his history. I should turn you in!” I get in his space, and he stares down at me, trying to appear smug, but his face is turning a deep shade of red. I’m getting under his skin. Good.
“You don’t scare me, Ellie.”
Does he not know my father is a lawyer? A damn good one, too. I’m positive he could find some sort of loophole. Something to scare him with, at least.
“You’d have to be a little bit bigger.” His eyes fall to my shoes. “Don’t have the hooker heels on today, I see.”
I clench my teeth, wishing I had my knife on me, just to spook him.
Instead, I peel my shoes off. I’m still wearing heels, but they’re only two inches. His brows shoot up, eyes going wide.
I press the point of one heel into his chest. “I don’t wear these to be taller or more intimidating.” I dig in harder. “I wear them in case I need to take one off and stab you with it!”
“What the fuck?” he yells, stepping back. “You’re crazy.”
“Ellie…” Liv says, her tone worried.
I spin away, open the car door, and toss my shoes inside. Liv jumps in, then Pacey. Before I can climb in, Calvin whistles. Why is he still here?! Did he not catch my threat?
“So that’s the car he was talking about? He let you drive? Your pussy must be good. That’s why he demanded that clause be put in my contract. He didn’t want to share it.”
My heart thunders, rage making my fingertips tingle. This motherfucker. I hate him.
I ignore him, not wasting more time on him. My hands are shaking as I take the driver’s seat. I don’t care about his dumb contract or the fact that Travis never told me it was his idea. I wouldn’t touch Calvin if he were the last man on Earth.
Pushing the clutch to the floor, I start the car. My legs wobble, nerves firing on all cylinders. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but his nasty words repeat in my head.
My fingers wrap around the gear stick, yanking hard.
I’m so frazzled, I don’t pay attention to the gear.
Travis only showed me once, around his street, how to drive this thing.
I’ve driven manuals before, but this one’s ancient.
It doesn’t work like others. I’m in such a hurry to get away, I hit the gas, and instead of pulling out, I’m in reverse.
And I back up—right into Calvin.
“AHH!” A scream pierces the air, followed by a thud.
I slam the brake and clutch to the floor. “Was that…”
Liv’s eyes are huge as they meet mine.
“Oh, my God,” Pacey whispers.
My eyes flick to the rearview mirror. All I see is the back of Pacey’s head.
“You ran him over.” Her tone is calm, not matching her words.
“You stupid bitch!” Calvin yells.
I sag into the steering wheel in relief. Ok, he’s alive.
Then panic sets in. I throw the car in gear, this time making sure it’s in Drive, and peel out, burning rubber and squealing tires as I go.
“Ellie!” Liv screams, holding onto the dash as I speed toward Travis’s. “Stop, you have to check on him!”
“Fuck that guy!” Pacey shouts. “Go, go, go!”
I can’t think or speak. I just keep driving, trying not to kill us as I fly down the road.