“No,” I responded, rolling my neck and cracking my knuckles. “But I am. You’ve fed her so much alcohol that she can barely fucking stand. She’s not going anywhere withyou.”
Gordon was there too, with his girlfriend at the time Melanie Clayton. He ditched her the same way I’d ditched Kristen when he noticed the altercation happening on the dance floor. Steve and Grady, also in attendance, joined us as well, the four of us standing as a unitedfront.
“Whatever, she’s not worth it,” Greg the coward muttered, releasing Becky and pushing throughus.
Becky’s eyes filled with unshed tears and she swayed, off balance without him there for support. The broken, hollow look in her blue eyes called to me. Gordon stepped forward and caught her before she could fall. Her face was red with shame and hurt. “Get her home,” I said to Gordon before taking off afterhim.
Greg Brimstone deserved more than the black eye I had given him when I caught up with him in the school parking lot. Even now, my fists clenched in repressed anger. It still pissed me off that he’d said those things, that he had made her feelworthless.
I slowed when I passed room200, knowing hers was next. I swallowed, my heart pounding in anticipation. A moment of hesitation had me stopping between the two red doors as I seriously contemplated what I was about todo.
My hesitation came from a place of not wanting her to feel worthless. I knew that no matter what I said, Becky would find someone to do this with. I knew that she needed it, and I even understood why. That fact alone had me moving again, and two large steps later, I raised my hand and knockedtwice.
Becky opened the door in a white silk robe that ended just above her knees and did little to conceal how very naked she was beneath it. Her dark hair hung heavy and wet over her shoulder, and I could see beads of water on her collarbone from her recentshower.
The air around us seemed to dissipate, or maybe I was having a heart attack. Something was seizing withinme.
Enchanted, I walked into the room, my feet moving on their own accord, my eyes unwilling to part from the sight of her in that robe. My hands twitched as my eyes dropped down to her creamy legs. I was hard in two seconds, ifthat.
“I already had this robe,” she blurted out, and a bemused smile broke out on my face. She flushed, clearly flustered, and I chuckled at her nervousness. “I just meant I wasn’t trying to impress you. I worked tonight and I wanted to shower, I just didn’t want to use the hotel robes. Who knows how often they wash them?” She shrugged, closing the door when I had clearedit.
“That’s both deeply disturbing and amusing.” I arched a brow, the corner of my lips twitchingup.
“I watched a documentary on hotels once,” she said, giving me a smallsmile.
The hotel room wasn’t very large, there was enough space for a queen sized bed, two bedside tables, and a dresser with a television on it. “Guess that explains the comforter on thefloor?”
She nodded in response, chewing on her bottom lipnervously.
I stepped toward her, stopping so that her breasts were just inches away from me. I brought my thumb up and tenderly brushed it across her bottom lip. “You don’t need to be nervous,” I told her. “It’s not too late to put the brakes onthis.”
“I don’t want to put the brakes on this,” she murmured. I had to swallow back my own wave of nervousness, and it unsettled me. Random hook ups, no strings attached—that was my deal. She knew it, I knew it, but this felt different and I didn’t want to think aboutwhy.
A shiver rolled through Becky’s shoulders as she peered up at me, her eyes were locked on mine. I knew there was no turningback.
I kissed her, my lips tasting hers tentatively, like I was afraid she would bolt. I was almost expecting it, but she surprised me by returning with fervid kisses of her own. I picked her up and pressed her against the door, grinding my pelvis intoher.
The silk tie of her robe came undone. I paused, my cock throbbing at the sight of her supple breast. I lowered my head to catch her nipple in my mouth and she arched her back, letting out a sound caught between a whimper and amoan.
And I was agoner.
Becky
Ididn’t dothings like this. I hadn’t been with anybody since Aiden’s sperm donor. He had been my first, and so far, my only. Between parenting, going to school, working and taking care of Mom, there wasn’t time for extracurricularactivities.
The ache of missing Mom was profound, I couldn’t breathe without feeling it, and I couldn’t escape my thoughts, or at least…I hadn’t been able to until Travis flashed his killer smile atme.
Kissing Travis awoke something primal in me, a hunger that I hadn’t known existed, and it ignited when my robe fell open on its own accord. Or maybe his expert hands had untied it, and I just hadn’t noticed because I was too busy nearly coming undone from just his lips and the way he kissedme.
Never, in all of my life, had I been kissed like that. Like I was wanted,cherished.
I moaned, and he swallowed it. He tugged my bottom lip gently with his teeth and my hands raked through his hair. His hands squeezed my ass as he lifted me against him and pressed me against the hoteldoor.
“Bed?” he suggested, and I moved against his hardness in response. He carried me to the mattress, practically falling on top ofme.
Travis’s hand cupped my cheek. He brushed my hair out of my face, his eyes smoldering and my heart pounding. For several beats, he looked at me like that, like he could see into the very depths of my soul, and as if what he saw there didn’t frightenhim.
Our lips collided again, tongues stroking and teeth nipping at tender flesh. I pulled on the buckle of his belt, releasing it, and used my hands to free him from his jeans. I loved the way that he felt in my hand—velvety smooth, thick and long and so very hard. He let out a low hiss when my fingers brushed across his tip. His tortured expression made me feel more powerful than I’d ever feltbefore.
