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Pen leaned over with a wicked smile on her face. It made me wonder if she was thinking of all the different ways I could pleasure her if I had the chance, too. “You need to stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking,” she giggled. “I’m not going to be able to spend any time with my friends if all I want to do is jump you.”

Resting my arms along the top of the booth, I let one hand fall down to play with her hair. “I can’t help it that I’m irresistible.”

“Oh God, please.” She leaned into me. I loved that she had no problem showing her affection for me in front of her friends. Earlier in the night, I’d been wary of what the protocol was going to be, but with each passing minute with her friends, I could feel both our guards slowly coming down. “I do not need you to be any cockier than you already are. Just behave. Please.”

Pressing my mouth to hers, I spoke against her pink pouty lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”

For the next hour, we sat and watched some of the best strippers I’d ever seen dance on stage while their bodies glowed under the black lights overhead. None of them turned me on like they usually would. No, I had a feeling the only person who could do that now was the woman sitting at my side with a happy smile on her face as she and her friends chatted and watched the show while drinking their glasses of wine.

“Alright,” Lexie stood, and everyone else at the table stood along with her. “I think we’ve put him through enough torture for one night. Let’s head back to the hotel.”

After taking an Uber back to the hotel, we said our goodbyes to Stella and Lexie outside their room which was a few floors above ours.

“When you get back from the tour, why don’t we set up a photoshoot for the band? We can even do it at my house. We can have a barbecue and hang around the pool. It will be super casual, and I’ll take pictures.”

Pen gave Lexie a big hug. “That would be amazing. Thank you. I’ll definitely do that.”

Pen and Stella hugged for a long while, whispering words back and forth to each other. A few times, they’d look at me and then giggle. I was glad Pen didn’t have to feel guilty anymore about hiding our relationship from her best friend. I knew Stella probably thought I was all wrong for her friend, but maybe after tonight, I’d get her seal of approval.

Stella and Pen broke apart both with tears in their eyes as they said goodbye. Pen snuggled up to my side as we walked back to the elevator. Once inside, I wiped away her tears that had fallen as we walked and kissed her salty lips.

“It won’t be long until you see her again.”

“I know, and I’m lucky they came all this way to see me for one night. With the time differences, it’s been hard to keep in contact with her.”

We stood in the middle of the elevator with me holding her, swaying back and forth to the elevator music until the elevator stopped. Then we went back to being the band member and manager walking with at least a couple of feet between us.

Stopping outside her door, Pen used her keycard to open it. Once she stepped inside, she looked up at me from underneath her eyelashes and fluttered them at me. “Give me two minutes, and then come into my room.”

I licked my lips, hungry for her. This was going to be the longest two minutes of my life. Going inside my room next to hers, I stripped as I walked to the door that connected our rooms together. My door was already open and when I reached the entrance, so was hers.

Before me, Pen had already removed all of her clothes, and she was spread across the bed, biting her bottom lip. I didn’t think she had any idea how seductive she looked right then.

I stalked into the room and crawled onto the bed, hovering above her. Pen ran her hands down my chest, circled my cock with her fingers, and started stroking me.

Pushing up onto her elbows, Pen ran her tongue up my neck and nipped my chin. “I want you to do me what you described earlier against that window.” She looked to her right at the big window that overlooked Amsterdam.

Kissing between her breasts and down her taut stomach, I ran my hands down her ribs. Moving down further, I skimmed my nose through her slit, knowing I’d soon have my tongue deep inside of her. I stood at the end of the bed and took her in, relishing the fact that Penelope was mine. I wanted to claim her and for everyone to know who she belonged to.

Gripping her by the ankle, I pulled her to the end of the bed and then up against my body. My cock was trapped between us, pre-cum already leaking out at the thought of what I was going to do to her. “Let me show you my fantasy.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

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We were walkingalong the sidewalk of the small village of Oia, Greece, when Kenton stopped dead in his tracks and doubled over in laugher.

“We’ve got to go in here,” he sputtered out, pointing to the window of one of the shops that lined the street.

Walker, who was at the other end of our Crimson Heat parade from me, moved toward a still laughing Kenton. It was difficult to keep our distance on days like today. We had a day off today, and we decided to go sightseeing in the small town on the coast. When we decided to come here for the day, I had no idea we’d be trekking down streets and sidewalks with deep slopes that would have my calves burning with exertion. Even with how exhausted I was, the water and town were beautiful. All I wanted to do was hold Walker’s hand as we navigated one of the most beautiful places we’d been so far on tour, maybe kiss him every once in a while, but that was not going to happen with everyone around us. Still, I was happy to be here with them.

“Wow, I’ve never seen so many peni,” Cross cocked his head to the side and scrunched his nose. “Is peni the plural for penis?” He shook his head and laughed. “I’ve never seen so many of them all in one place.”

“I know,” Kenton laughed. “We have to go in.”

They truly were boys sometimes, and right then was one of the times.

I stood back and watched as four hulking men walked inside this little shop. Once we were all inside, it felt like there was hardly any space left for us to move. First to catch my eye were these dildo-like bottle openers that ranged in size and color. There were flesh-colored ones, and then there were ones that were striped like a rainbow, green, red, blue, and teal with flowers painted on them. A particularly large teal one caught my eye. Did women use these to pleasure themselves?

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