Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
What starts as something frantic turns slow and languid. I try to squirm underneath him, but he holds strong.
And then, in a moment of softness, Trav slowly lifts up, breaking our lips apart. He stares into my gaze like he’s seeing into my soul, and with a gentle hand, he swipes my hair off my forehead. I usually have it styled with product, but hair care has been low on my list of priorities the last couple of days.
Apparently, I don’t have time to give a shit about my appearance. Have sex with Trav, sure. But screw my hair.
“Now, what was on that list again?” Trav asks.
Only all of the fantasies I’ve ever had about Trav. “The one coming to mind is you on your knees.”
“Mm, that’s right. Knees, hole, top, mouth.”
“Those words shouldn’t sound so sexy,” I croak.
Trav climbs back off me and goes to his bag, pulling out lube and condoms.
“Wait,” I say. “That was in the emergency go bag you grabbed from the ranch?”
“What, you don’t have lube and condoms in your go bags?”
“I don’t have go bags!”
“Wow, the DEA teaches you to be super unprepared, don’t they?”
“You know what? I actually don’t care you’re insulting me. Just hurry up and get back over here.”
I quickly strip off my shirt and undo my pants, but I don’t get them any further when Trav comes and stands in front of me.
“Sit up.” His voice is demanding and firm, and as much as I want to protest, I’m too turned on to delay this.
I sit up and lean back on the couch and watch as Trav dumps the supplies next to me and then undresses agonizingly slow. He lifts his shirt, revealing inch after inch of hard, rippling muscles and that sleeve tattoo that makes me want to run my tongue over it.
“I love the way you look at me,” Trav says.
“Can’t help it.” I reach for his tattoo, trailing my fingers over the intricate design. “Does this have any meaning, or is it because it looks cool?”
“I did it for a friend—someone I served with. This was before I was a Ranger, before I’d come out, before all the shit in the military became too much. A mission we were on went south, and our Humvee hit an IED. We all survived, but when we flipped, Jaxon’s arm somehow got crushed under the vehicle. He was sent home, discharged because he was no longer of use to the army, and when I’d gotten home on leave and visited him, he was a wreck. He was depressed because he felt he couldn’t do anything, rehab wasn’t going well, and well, I was scared he was going to become a statistic.”
“This mood just took a steep dive.”
Trav smiles. “Nah. It has a happy ending. He got a prosthetic, I got the tattoo, and I did everything I could to help turn him around and get him back on his feet.”
“Did he? Get back on his feet?”
“Yep. He went to college, got a degree, and now he’s some hotshot lawyer type. He’s gotten me out of a legal bind or two, actually.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I run my finger over his tattoo again. “So even before you started Mike Bravo, you were trying to save people.”
For the first time since meeting Trav, he looks bashful, and it makes him even more attractive.
“See, this kind of thing,” I say, “is sexy. You saving lives is hot. Not your supposed charm. Not your jokes … You.” I move my hand to his chest. “Your big heart.”
Trav’s cheeks even pinken, and what is happening right now? Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.
“You know what I find sexy?” His pants go next, and I try not to swallow my tongue at the impressive bulge in the front of his tight boxer briefs. “All of you.”
I can’t resist. I lean forward and press my lips to the head of his dick over the soft material.
“I thought this was supposed to be me on my knees.” Yet, Trav’s hand weaves into my hair anyway.
“It is. Soon. I just want a taste.” I need another taste.
“In that case …” Trav lowers his boxer briefs, and his cock springs free.
It should be criminal for his dick to be so perfect. Actually, his whole body is sinful.
“I want this in my mouth.” I wrap my fingers around him, but then he leans over me and grabs the lube from beside me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to prep myself while you get your taste.”
“Mm, multitasking is kinda hot.”
His hand finds my hair again. “I can multitask like a boss.”
“Even when I’m doing this?” I lick along the tip of his cock and then close my mouth over him.
His thick thighs tense, and he lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. After he does that, I have no idea if he manages to prep himself. I’m too busy licking, sucking, and tasting him.