Page 53 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

“Sorry, big fans. We follow you on LiveIt and came and saw you yesterday. We didn’t get picked for either of you, but it was still fun to watch,” one of them said as she smiled at us. “I’m Emily, and this is Megan.” She pointed to her friend, who was still staring, her mouth wide as Slade caught up to us.

“Hubba hubba,” she said when he placed his arm around Simon, and I was almost certain I was about to see someone faint, fangirl style.

Her friend nudged her, and they walked over to the counter as we made our way to the door. I turned, waving as we walked out, still unsure of what had just happened. Slade gave me a look, and I shook my head.

Yeah, Megan. I got it. He made me speechless sometimes too.

We climbed back into the van, settling in with our full tummies as we set off for home.

Thanks for one hell of a trip, Babs.

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After one pit stop,we pulled up to our driveway four hours later. It was odd coming home for once. I was happy to be here, but everything felt different. It didn’t quite feel like it fit anymore.

Climbing out of the van, I stretched, twisting side-to-side as I took a deep breath of home. A horn honked behind us, and I turned to find my family pulling up. Instantly, I took off, running to them.

My little brother was out of the car first, much to my parent’s disappointment, as he flung his arms around me.

“Oh my goodness, you’ve grown a foot taller!” I hugged him back, glad he wasn’t too old to give me hugs. I pulled away, messing with his hair as I inspected him. “Hey, kiddo. I missed you. So much that I brought you a gift.”

“Yes!” he shouted, stepping back to hug the guys while I gave my parents theirs.

“Hey, pumpkin,” my dad said, squeezing me tight. He kissed my forehead, moving so my mom could get hers.

“Hey, Mom, Dad.” My mother wiped her eyes, smiling at me. When I went to ask her what it was about, she shook her head, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“How was the last part of your trip? Tell us everything,” she said, walking me into the house as the guys began to unload the van.

After getting everything unloaded, ordering some pizza, and handing out the souvenirs I’d brought for my family, I updated them on the last day and everything that went down.

“Wow, so many awesome things. I can’t wait to try these underwear if they’re as soft as you say,” my mom said.

“I can’t wait to go back to school and tell all my friends that my sister is a rockstar!” Noah shouted, eating his fifth piece of salt water taffy.

“More like rockstar adjacent. I’ll just be there. Not famous.”

“Yet,” Simon teased. “You had some fans today.”

“So did you.” I stuck out my tongue, his cheeks heating.

Once the last of the pizza was finished, I wished my parents goodbye, and sorted all the clothes for washing, ready to relax and be home.

Shoving the next load into the washer, I started it and made my way into the living room, where I found all three guys lounging in nothing but the boy booty shorts.

Stopping in my tracks, I stared from one to the other. The boys' shorts were longer than the girl's, but they were shorter than most of the shorts I’d seen my guys in. Not to mention how body-hugging they were wrapped around their thighs like a koala.

“You got some drool,” Simon said, laughing at me.

I mimed wiping it away as I grinned, an idea coming to mind. Lifting my taco dress over my head. I stepped in front of the TV in nothing else. It was laundry day, after all, and I’d put everything through the wash already.

The guys stopped the smirks, and the teasing glints dropped away as they took in my naked flesh. It always felt nice when your men adored your body exactly as it was.

Their tight shorts began to grow tighter as particular members in the front started to harden. I sauntered forward, my eyes on all three of them spread out on the sofa.

“What were you saying about drool? Hmm?”

In typical Slade fashion, as soon as I was close, he pulled me to him. His hands were hot against my flesh as he massaged my butt, placing me over his lap. My legs straddled him, my hands running up his beautifully inked chest as I stared into his eyes.

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