2.0 The Chronicles of Us - Shame & Blame

Chapter forty-two

•★ Tex ★•

This day sucks. Don't get me wrong, I'm stoked about going on tour again, but we're leaving in fifteen minutes and Ellie was supposed to be here an hour ago to wave us off and give me some memorable kisses for the road. I'm going to miss her for nearly a fucking month and now there ain't even enough time to give a proper goodbye ... if she manages to come at all. The bus is locked, stocked and ready to go. No one dared to suggest leaving early, not when she's not here.

I pace in front of the empty parking spot that I'm saving for her. If she doesn't get here soon, I'll have to go without a French goodbye and I was really looking forward to using a lot of tongue.

I glance at the street again, hoping to see my girl in her red convertible. Nothing. Why is she so late? It's very unlike her. Oh fuck! My heart stops mid-beat. Did she get into an accident on the way over?

While my mind shows me every roadside horror scenario I can think of, I keep my eyes dead focused on the approaching traffic. Blue station wagon, silver Bentley, cool Jeep, red ... yes! There she is!

With a bright smile, she waves, honks and then drives into the underground parking lot. The hell? Why would she park all the way over there? She's wasting precious minutes of having my tongue down her throat.

A moment later, without a care in the world, she casually strolls my way. She's wearing some sorta cargo pants with a lot of pockets. The tight, white tank top rests on her hip bones. Her high ponytail is giving me some serious Lara Croft vibes. It's hot, but what the fuck has she been up to?

"Why are you late?" I ask when she's within hearing distance. "Have you been raiding tombs or something?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. My heart starts soaring, but we can do better than this. In search of a little privacy, I drag her to the shady side of the bus where we're out of view. I waste no time and lift her up against the side so I can shove my face between her tits. "Fuck, Birdie, I'm gonna miss you so much."

Her fingers tug at the roots of my hair. "Will you miss me or my body?"

"You, of course," I say, peeking up to make sure she can see the truth in my eyes. "Especially your weird yapping and quirky habits, but I'm no liar. I will most certainly miss having access to your delicious crooks and curves."

I continue my objective of burying my face in her cleavage and licking the skin in between. Since my hands are filled with her round ass, I use my nose and mouth to denude her nipple like a mud-digging pig.

Two soft hands stop me from completing my mission. "Calm down, Tex. You're ravishing me like a soldier going off to war. You'll be back in a month."

I raise my head and surrender with a sullen whimper. This heavy petting was only gonna result in blue balls anyway. "Just so you know, when we I get back we're gonna have ourselves a fuck-a-thon. You better stock up the pantries because I'm keeping you in bed for at least a week."

She laughs, but I'm not joking. Well, she'll find out eventually. To give my dick a chance to simmer down, I try normal conversation. "Are you gonna tell me why you're late? There's barely any time left for dry-humping."

Her lip slopes slightly. "I'm sorry. I received a last-minute job offer and I had to take care of some things."

"That's okay," I say, curbing my small annoyance with her delay. "What kinda job?"

"There's this group of artists that I will follow around for a bit to capture their journey."

Ehh ... "A group of ugly artists?"