Chapter 65
TRAVIS
We’re outside, bullshitting, when I hear the sound of my car barreling down the street. What the…Everyone goes silent, watching as Ellie fishtails like the Dukes of fucking Hazard into my driveway. Jesus Christ.
She jumps out, and I head right for her. “What the hell, Ellie?” But when I see her face, I straighten. Her eyes are massive as she rushes to me, bare feet slapping against the pavement. My nerves shoot up. “What’s wrong?”
She scratched it.
I take a calming breath. It’s just a car. I can paint over it. As long as she’s ok.
“I hit something! I’m sorry!”
My chest inflates with a heavy sigh.
“Ellie!” Liv screams, face pale.
My eyes dart between the girls.
“The fuck is going on?” Penn asks, rushing to Olivia, who instantly clings to him.
Ellie stares at me, her lips pinched tightly in a worried smile.
“May?”
“I ran over Calvin!” she cries, throwing her body into mine.
I tense, wrapping an arm around her back. “What?”
“I accidentally backed into him in the parking lot. I didn’t mean to!”
“Jesus Christ,” Tanner says.
“Uh, is he ok?” Liam asks. He’s probably the only one who cares. Well, he and Liv.
Ellie shrugs, her face still buried in my chest as her fingers dig into my shirt like I’m her lifeline.
“He was fiiine,” Pacey says, brushing it off like it was nothing.
“We left him lying there!” Liv shrieks. “We don’t know!”
“Where?” I ask.
“Whole Foods,” Ellie mumbles.
I pull back, bringing her eyes to mine. “Give me the keys. I’ll take care of it.” She nibbles on her lip, but I hold my hand out, and she reluctantly drops them in my palm. “It’s okay.” I kiss her before jogging to the car.
“Travis,” Pacey whispers as I pass her. “It wasn’t her fault. He was saying nasty stuff to her. She was flustered and couldn’t concentrate.”
My nostrils flare as I climb into my car. The guys follow, hopping in after me. I peel out, smoke billowing behind me as I leave.
If he’s not dead yet, I’m going to kill him.
“There.” Liam points to the small crowd forming at the end of the lot. Great. Witnesses.
I don’t see any cops yet, but it won’t be long. I whip into a spot and jump out, striding toward him. He’s lying on the concrete with a few older women gathered around him.
“Hey, buddy.” He looks up, his face falling when he sees us. I glance at the ladies, giving them my best smile. “We’ll take it from here.”
They nod, assuming we’re his friends, and go.
“The cops are already on their way,” he states.
Of course. Narc.
“That’s ok.” I crouch down, inspecting his leg. It looks fine, though his foot is twisted in a way that doesn’t seem natural. “Here’s what you’re going to say when they get here. You’re going to tell them I ran you over by accident and you’re not pressing charges because we’re pals.”
He scoffs. “Someone already called in a hit and run.”
I grit my teeth, fingers twitching to wring his goddamn neck. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re gonna give them the real story. No charges, and you’ll pay your own hospital bill.”
He laughs. “Why the hell would I do that? Your crazy girlfriend mowed me down! She tried to kill me. I’m turning her ass in.”
My hand tightens around his bad ankle, and he hisses. “Do that and I’ll make sure you never work in the music industry again. Never work anywhere again. Everyone will know you’re a drug-pushing pedophile.”
“What the hell? I’m not—”
I squeeze harder. “Who do you think they’ll believe?
You or the band that fired you in the middle of their first tour?
” Sirens blare behind me, and I move to what appears to be his normal foot, twisting it, too.
“Mention Ellie’s name ever again, and I will break both your fucking legs.
You’re lucky I’m letting you hobble out of here alive after the shit you pulled.
” I don’t need to know what he said. He has no reason to ever utter a single damn word to her ever again.
His eyes water. It looks as if he’s about to cry. He’s in so much pain, it makes me grin. I let go and stand up. His eyes flash to the guys standing behind me, ready to toss him in my trunk and drive him to a field if I wanted.
“Fine,” he grits.
The cops pull up and waste an hour of my time, asking questions and staring us down as if they knew we were lying, but they didn’t seem to care either way. Calvin didn’t press charges, and when the ambulance carted him away, we left.
The girls are huddled up on the couch when we make it back to my house. Ellie jumps up and rushes to me as soon as I come through the door.
“What happened?”
“Everything’s fine, May. I took care of it.”
“But—”
I shake my head, silencing her with a kiss. “It’s ok.”
She stares at me and sighs, her body melting into mine in relief.
After the excitement, everyone leaves. I was trying to hide it because Ellie had been looking forward to this get-together for weeks.
She’s been missing her best friend a lot.
Liv’s been busy with her store—it’s opening soon.
But my mood was ruined after the situation with Calvin.
Not because Ellie hit him, fuck, I wish she had taken out both legs, but because whatever he said dulled her spark tonight.
She tried to pretend it hadn’t, but I know.
She’s lying across my couch, Cinnamon on her stomach, as she watches one of her love shows.
I lean over the back of the couch and grab the cat, dropping her on the floor and shooing her away.
She’s here more than she’s not—the cat and Ellie—and I like it.
I thought it might be a lot, having her in my space all the time, especially when we’ve just dipped our toes in the relationship pool, but it’s not.
I’m fucking killing the boyfriend gig. Seriously, I’m damn proud of myself. She makes it easy, she makes me want to be better. At everything.
“Let’s go to bed.” I walk around, scoop her into my arms, and carry her into the bedroom. I kick the door closed so Cinnamon doesn’t try to sneak in, then place her gently on the bed. We’ve been fucking nonstop since we got home, but it’s never enough to curb my appetite for her.
Tonight, I want to do something a little different.
Ellie likes to pamper me. It’s in her nature to take control in the bedroom, but she gives it up to me easily.
We take turns, and I love that, but tonight is going to be all about her.
I want to make her come over and over until she can’t think straight.
Can’t think about the events of the day, and what that fuckwad said.
I want her to be so blissed out in pleasure that she’s floating in the damn clouds until she passes out into a peaceful sleep.
“You ok?” I ask, staring down at her. She nods, reaching for the button on my jeans. I grab her hand, kissing it. “Always so greedy for my cock, but tonight’s about you. Only you.”
She pouts. “I wanna suck your dick.”
Jesus. How’d I get so lucky? Having someone who wants—needs—me the way she does felt unfathomable to me a few months ago. “Not tonight,” I tell her, having to force the words out. I want that too.
She sits up, a gleam in her eye and a challenge on her face that I know too well by now.
I shake my head. “May, no.”
“But it makes me so wet.”
My dick reacts, forcing me to clench my teeth to ward off the urge to let her have it. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you taste me later.”
She ignores me, popping the button through the hole, sliding her hand inside and grabbing me.
I growl as she pumps me. “Goddammit, Ellie.”
She tugs my pants down further. Before I can deny her, she takes me in her hot mouth, deepthroating me until she gags.
My head tips back and my hips thrust, unable to stop. Her mouth feels too good wrapped around me. She sucks with just the right amount of pressure, pays special attention to my piercings, and never, ever forgets the two friends.
Her tongue flicks the sweet spot under the head, and I jerk, pulling her off me before she makes me a two-minute chump again. “Clothes off. Legs open,” I demand, tucking myself back in my jeans, not bothering with the zipper.
She does as she’s told, stripping down until she’s completely naked and splayed across my sheets.
I take a second to admire her body. She’s flawless.
Her golden skin pebbles with goosebumps as my eyes eat up every inch of her, just like my mouth is about to do.
I climb over her, trailing kisses across her face, jaw, and throat.
Moving down her collarbone, I give a quick peck to her nipples.
I still can’t suck on them the way I want yet because of the piercings, but it’s only a matter of time. I can’t wait.
My lips roam over her stomach and her belly button, then I settle between her legs, pushing her knees to her chest. “Want me to eat this sweet pussy of yours?” I ask, biting her thigh.
“Uh-huh,” she moans.
I flick my tongue across her clit, and she moans again, fisting my hair. Not wasting time, I spread her open with two fingers and slip my tongue inside, coating it in her slickness. “You’re fucking delicious, May. Could have you for every meal.”
I come out, sucking on her clit and rubbing my tongue ring across her. It has spikes on it that she likes.
She claws at my hair, arching her back as she grinds into my face. I nip her clit gently, and she yelps. “Oh, yes, yes.”
“Come for me, baby. Drown me.”
“Oh God.”
My hands slide under her ass, massaging as I go back to tongue fucking her. It doesn’t take long before she shatters, squeezing my head between her legs as her pussy clenches around my tongue. I continue eating her. I’m not done—one isn’t enough. But she pulls away.
I stare at her with a frown.
“I want to sit on your face.”
Hell yes. I crawl up the bed and lie down, but instead of sitting, she swings her leg the other way and puts her ass in my face.
“Oh baby,” I groan, palming her cheeks hard.
“Get these off,” she pants, tugging on my jeans again.
“Did I say you could have it yet?” I tease.
“Travis,” she growls, making me chuckle.
I lift my hips. She gets my pants off and retakes her place on my mouth. It’s even better from this angle because she’s been dripping down her ass, and I get to taste it all.
She kisses the tip before taking me between her lips, sucking me so damn good I’m struggling to focus on her, which is exactly why I didn’t want her to do this.
I try to ignore the sensation creeping up my balls as she massages them and licks my shaft. Her hips rock back into my mouth as I eat her pussy and ass like I’m starved—and I am. For her.
My vision goes cloudy, muscles locking, prepping for the incoming orgasm about to coat Ellie’s throat.
Slipping the tip of my thumb in her tight hole, she moans around my cock.
“Yeah, you like this too, don’t you?” I push in a little more, remembering how much she loved when I had that little toy in her ass while Liam fucked her with a dildo. That was a damn good time, but I don’t plan on sharing her ever again.
“Mmhmm,” she groans, not pulling her mouth off me, letting me feel the vibrations of her sounds.
“Such a slut. I fucking love you.”
She makes a strangled noise around me that sounds like ‘I love you too’ but keeps working me down her throat. I lift my hips, forcing my cock deeper, and she opens wide, making room.
“I’m close, baby,” I warn.
She sucks harder, so I do the same, sucking her clit with my thumb in her ass. Her body shakes, her breathing growing shallow as she edges closer.
I tense, waiting her out. When I slide a finger deep in her pussy, she comes, soaking my face and chin.
Both holes flutter around my fingers as she cries out, nails digging into my thighs.
My tongue works not to miss a single drop.
When she calms down, I gently ease out of her. Then I let go, setting my climax free.
“Ohh fuck, Ellie,” I groan, body convulsing as I spill inside her mouth. She doesn’t let up, swallowing and sucking me until I physically drag her off me. “Jesus Christ, May, are you trying to kill me?”
She just smiles and comes to lie beside me, kissing my face and running her fingers through my hair as I struggle to breathe.
My eyes fall shut, my body completely relaxed and satiated.
I’ve been sleeping so well since she’s been back in my bed.
No more sleeping pills or cravings for something stronger.
She’s all I need. I can’t believe I wasted so much time running from this. Not anymore. She won’t be able to get rid of me now. The best part is, I don’t think she wants to. She really is my perfect match, and I can’t believe my fucking lucky stars that she’s mine.