Page 128 of Rebel

At least my nudes haven’t been leaked. I close the article, feeling annoyed, but I force a smile for Kolton just as there is a noise from downstairs. We both jerk up and hurry out of my room, peering over the railing.

Rachel stands in the hallway, grinning up at us.

Chase and Trav hurry out of their rooms with a frown, and I realize she let herself in. What the fuck? Does she do that often? Shit, what if she had walked in on us fucking around? We need to remember to lock the door.

“Sorry, the door was open. The bus is here.” She holds up keys. “Want to see? Come on, Beck, it’s your first tour bus.”

My annoyance disappears. She’s been a lot nicer to me since the other day, and I can’t really complain. She’s protective of this band, and she’s working hard, so I smile and head down with the guys.

“Shit, I hope it has a better bed than last time,” Chase grumbles.

“You remember the first tour we did? We slept in a tiny van, dude.” Trav grins, slapping his side. “We’ve come far.”

I follow them out, my mouth dropping at the huge bus parked outside the house. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. It’s the size of, well, a bus and painted all black. I’m surprised there’s no logo, but I suppose it will keep us incognito as we travel. “Come on.” Trav takes my hand and tugs me inside, and I just look around, wide-eyed.

In the front of the bus are black leather sofas with white lights under them, and a wooden floor cushions our feet. There are skylights above, with lights running across the top of the bus as well. Beyond the sofas is a small kitchen area with an oven, cupboards, and every appliance you could need. There’s a little nook on the right with two benches and a table with TVs above each. Beyond that, with a curtain pushed back, are bunks on either side, four in total. They are deeper than I expected, with little lights and a TV in each. They all have their own curtains as well.

Behind the bunks is a huge bathroom, with a shower, toilet, and LED mirror. It’s big enough to fit all of us. There’s a door at the very back, which is closed, but I slide it open. There’s a king-sized bed pushed up under a window. It has two built-in side tables with lights and a row of wardrobes at the back. The whole bus is outfitted with the highest quality materials available, and it screams luxury.

“Damn, the label outdid themselves.” Chase whistles. “This is the best one yet.”

“A thank you for how hard you have all been working,” Rachel says, perched on one of the two driver seats up front.

Trav crowds me into the bedroom, his voice dark in my ear. “We are christening this bed before we leave.”

“Just this one or all the bunks?” I ask as I turn to him. I pull him out of view, and he groans, kissing me as he backs me into the bed until I fall on it. I hear Rachel talking as she draws near, but Trav ignores it, slipping his hand under my dress and gripping my breast as he swallows my moan.

I hear Chase coughing and distracting Rachel, their voices just beyond the door, and my eyes go to it. I can see her back. She’s facing Chase who is talking to her, keeping her attention on him and not what we are doing back here.

Trav’s hand grips my breast possessively as he kisses me. My eyes close, and I open my legs to let him closer. I feel his hard dick pressing against me as his hand releases my breast and slides down. His long fingers slip into my panties, and I gasp, trying to pull away.

“Shh, baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t draw her attention. Keep quiet for me and I’ll make you come.”

I should say no, I should stop him, but I widen my legs and hide my face in his neck as his long fingers stroke my cunt. My desire is evident as he slides them lower and pushes them inside me, rubbing the spot that has me biting his neck to stop myself from crying out.

He breathes out a soft chuckle as he grinds his hand into my clit and fucks me with his fingers. The danger of being found makes me pant as I roll my hips to fuck myself on them, wanting to come quickly but also wanting to drag this out. I both want to be found and not be found.

The sound of footsteps causes me to turn my head to peer out of the door. Rachel is trying to walk back here and check on us, but Trav doesn’t care. He adds a third finger, stretching me as he rubs harder, making my eyes cross.

I watch Chase block her, no doubt grinning at her as he edges her away from the door.

Chase leads her farther forward in the bus. “Look at the fridge,” Chase exclaims.

“It’s great, right? Beck, what do you think?” I hear her call.

I bite my hand to mute my moan as Trav’s fingers sink deeper and twist. “Yes, Beck, what do you think?” He smirks down at me.

“Bastard,” I mutter. “It’s great, very good.”

“Only very good?” Trav whispers and slaps my clit, and I muffle a moan.

“Extremely good, so fucking good!” I call instead, making him grin happily.

“Good girl,” he praises, fucking me deeper. “Now come for me.”

“Trav,” I warn, not wanting to even though I do.

“Come,” he demands, giving me permission, and I can’t do anything but. Crying out against his neck, I roll my hips as I ride my release out on his hand. When I’m spent, I fall back. He kisses my cheeks and then my lips before tugging his hand from my panties and licking it clean.

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