Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He kisses my neck, bites my shoulder, has me spread so wide it’s blissfully painful. We are both panting, moaning, wordless. His cock drives in and out of me, pumping over and over until my screams get stuck in my throat and I can’t take it anymore. We reach orgasm at the same time, his body jerking, mine trembling, and it feels as though the entire world stops.
It takes a while to come down from that.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips, as he slides out of me. “I thought we’d at least get through dinner.”
I laugh, my voice husky. “Just think of how good it will taste now.”
He chuckles. “And then later, for dessert...”
He cups my ass, squeezing.
“You’re an animal.”
“I want to ask you something,” he says, his voice husky and low.
“Oh?”
“I’ve got a show in Vegas next weekend. I want you and Reagan to come.”
My eyes widen. “Like, on tour?”
He chuckles. “Well, not really, but yeah, kind of similar. It’ll be fun, I will cover both of you and you get VIP tickets.”
I blink. “I don’t...I don’t know, Trav. I haven’t told Chief about us, and I am already freaking out he will find out with all the pictures getting around. I can probably explain you leaping off stage, but traveling to Vegas with you, he’ll be suspicious.”
“Then don’t tell him, not yet. Just say you’re going to do something with Reagan for the weekend. Come on, Mischief, for me?”
I bite my lip, then sigh and laugh. “God, as if I could say no. Reagan would murder me.”
With a laugh, he turns away, pulls his jeans up, and keeps cooking me dinner, just like that.
And for a blissful moment, I can see us like this, together, years down the road.
Could it ever truly be?
I STIR AWAKE TO THE weight of a hard, hot body atop mine. Travis kisses me, softly, rousing me just enough. I cling to him, slowly waking up to his hands trailing over my body. I open to him, I’m always open to him. I moan softly as his rigid length slides in and out of me with deliberate slowness. I could wake up like this every single day.
“Trav...” I murmur.
He says nothing, only leans down to claim my mouth in a deep, intense kiss. His taste is exquisite, his mouth hot. His body, slick with a light sheen of sweat, moves with a rhythm that drives me to unprecedented heights. I grip his shoulders, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, whimpering his name. I climax quickly, clenching around him. His silent release follows closely, his body trembling. I relish the feeling of his release, knowing it's all for me.
“What a way to wake up,” I whisper.
“I couldn’t resist,” he admits, his voice low. “You rolled over and your hands found me in your sleep...”
I whimper softly as he kisses my neck.
“I have work to do, beautiful.”
I pout in the darkness. “It’s barely four a.m.”
“I know, but I have a big contract to sort out.”
I huff softly.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you in a few hours.”
“It better be like this again.”
He chuckles. “I’ll do my best.”
He tucks the blanket back over me, and I hear him leave. I drift back into a light, restless sleep, waking again when sunlight streams through the window. I sit up, stretching, my body pleasantly sore. I spot one of Travis’s t-shirts and pull it on, then pad into the bathroom. Staring at my reflection, I run my fingers through my tousled hair and brush my teeth. Feeling more refreshed, I go in search of Travis.
I find him in his home office, on the phone. He faces the window, his back to me, wearing only a pair of black jeans. His physique is striking—the backside of a cowboy, smooth, sculpted back, and messy dirty blonde hair. I walk over slowly, placing my hands on his back. He jumps slightly, then turns and grins down at me.
“Yeah, Marcus, sort it all out. What time does the flight leave?”
Silence, and a soft kiss from Travis. “We’ll be there.”
He hangs up, his grin lazy and content.
“Good morning, sunshine. You look well ravished.”
“I didn’t get woken up...” I huff, and he laughs.
“I can make it up to you later. How does breakfast sound?”
I grin. “Perfect.”
We make our way down to the kitchen.
“Want me to make you my famous egg toast?”
My heart skips a beat. “Like you used to?”
He grins, remembering just as I am.
“Mischief, check it out.”
I’m sulking because he went on a date last night. I don’t want to talk to him. I’m seventeen, wildly in love with him, and he is doing everything he can to avoid that because he knows it’s a bad idea. Not to mention, I hate the girl he went out with, Annabelle.
“Aw, stop sulking.”
I grumble a curse under my breath. “Did you kiss her?”