"I’m glad you think so, because Travis tried to tell me to change."
She glares over her shoulder at him again. "The audacity of that man," she says, and I cackle out loud.
"I thought the exact same thing."
We climb into the waiting limo that's apparently taking us to the Garden, because of course Travis can’t go to a concert in anything less than a limo.
I connect my phone to the sound system while Penn pulls a few drinks from the wet bar. Once everybody's in and we're on our way, bubbles flowing in the glasses and music playing, I sit and reflect that this might be one of the best nights of my life. I'm not sure what that says about me, but I'm not about to question it either.
When we pull up to Madison Square Garden after dinner, everyone piles out of the limo, leaving Travis and I as the last two in here. I wait a beat, thinking he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t, so I climb out and he follows me. He stands behind me and pulls my back flush to his chest.
"You’re going to regret disobeying me, Briar," he growls in my ear.
"We’ll see," I respond, enjoying the way his grip tightens on me.
"Brats get punished, Briar. Just remember that," he says before releasing me and striding over to the others.
That shouldn’t be so fucking hot, so why am I practically panting on the spot.
Pull it together, Briar.
I follow the others to the backstage entrance, absolutely dying inside as I try to lock down the fangirl inside of me.
* * *
I’m still on a high as we ride back to the hotel, and I must look almost drunk as we walk through the lobby to the elevator because I’m a giggling, smiling mess.
The four of them usher me into the elevator, each of them with a smile on their face. "Your joy is contagious, Sunshine," Sawyer says before hitting the button to close the doors so no one else can join us.
I just grin widely back at him and it takes me a minute to realize the four of them have made a wall between me and the doors to the elevator.
"Oh, no…" I start as Travis steps forward, cornering me.
"I told you not to push me earlier, Briar. So now that I have you alone, I’m collecting."
My breath hitches in my chest as my heart beats as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. "I…"
I trail off, not even sure what I was going to say. I knew being a brat earlier would come back to bite me, but I didn’t expect this.
"Do not make a sound, do you understand?" he says, his stormy blue eyes darkening as he steps into me so there is no space between us.
I'm mesmerized by the determination etched over his features. The dark, lustful gleam in his eyes makes my skin prickle with anticipation. I know that look. I've caused that look a few times at this point.
It says I'm about to either get fucked or get punished. Maybe even both.
Leaning in to erase the remaining fraction of space between us, he glides his sexy lips across my mouth without even really touching me, just a wisp of air that feels like a caress. One hand on the back of the elevator, the other at my thigh, he curls his long fingers around my skirt and lifts until my pussy is met with the cool air of the metal cage.
"Travis…"
Instead of telling me to be quiet, he bites my lower lip, cutting off any protest I had ready to throw at him. My eyes wide, my breaths heavy and wanting, I do as I'm told.
Pushing my thong to the side, he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy and curls them just enough to make me gasp out loud, but I choke it down, trying as hard as I can to stay quiet.
Sawyer—who is standing right behind Travis—chuckles loud enough to get my attention, but it's short lived with my tormentor's next words.
"You’re going to have to be a good girl and stay quiet, baby."
I want to say something, but I keep my mouth firmly clamped shut, because I don’t want this to stop.