What we were doing got riskier every time we did it, especially with the upcoming wedding. Ending our little arrangement made sense…but at the same time, I didn’t want it to end. Travis was familiar and simple; we kept it strictly sex and fun. No heavy topics, no conversations that could change the delicate balance in which weexisted.
I had two choices: I could either go with him, or spend the eveningalone.
I chose to go with him. I wanted to exist in that world, if only for one more night. Then I’d tell him the arrangement wasover.
I left before him, like I had so many times before. I drove home, knowing that he’d follow me, thinking about all the stolen moment’s we’d shared over the years. The prospect of ending the arrangement sat heavily on my chest, but I pushed itaway.
I stepped out of my car as Travis pulled up to the curb in his monstrous ChevySilverado.
“Your chariot awaits you,” he called out of the open window. Shaking my head and biting my lip, I opened the door and climbed in, hoping none of my neighbours had chosen that moment to peer out of their windows. “Did you decide between the hotel and thelake?”
“Let’s go to the lake,” I answered. It had been a long time since I’d done anything reckless—almost a year,actually.
“Mine or yours?” Travis asked, referring to his place on Lake Rosseau and the Miller heritage property on SimmesLake.
“Mine,” I replied without hesitation. With my brothers’ out of town, there’d be no chance of gettingcaught.
I buckled up and we took off, my hair whipping around myface.
We parked on the grass just before the sandy beach, with the cab facing the lake. Travis turned the engine off, and our eyes took a moment to adjust to the plunge in darkness. The moon was high in the sky and the night was silent save for the chirping of crickets and the occasional bullfrog. Fireflies glowed, spelling out their secret messages to oneanother.
“Well?” he asked, looking at meexpectantly.
“Wellwhat?”
“I believe you promised me skinny dipping,” he said, his kissable lipstwitching.
“The lake is cold,” I retorted, arching a brow athim.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he challenged with a grin. He’d moved closer to me, his lips pressing against the side of myneck.
“I thought you just wanted sex and were trying to be creative aboutit.”
Travis pulled away to look at me. “Nope, I wanted sex and a swim—maybe at the same time,” he waggled his eyebrows playfully and nipped at myearlobe.
“You’re a fiend,” I laughed, rolling my eyes as I pushed him away. I pulled my hair back from my face, studying him through narrowed eyes. The man was actually pouting at me, putting on the puppy dog eye effect and everything. “Fine, I’llswim.”
“Naked,” Travis clarified with a grin as he tugged at myshirt.
I opened the door, stepped outside, and shaking my head, I began to strip. I pushed my shorts down my thighs and stepped out of them, tossing them into the back seat. Travis opened his door and stepped out, his eyes never leaving me as I continued to peel off mylayers.
He swallowed hard, his lips curving up in a smile that made my centreache.
It had been almost a year of celibacy for me. It was a mixture of a self-imposed and circumstantial sentence. I didn’t need sex to survive, and I hadn’t met anybody I’d wanted to sleep with. It seemed an awful like I was waiting for him, but I wasn’t…or at least, I wasn’t pining for him. Travis understood my body and he was careful to toe the line I’d drawn. He didn’t push me for more than I was willing to give, so he wassafe.
But, the way he was looking at me in that moment was anything but safe. I bit my lip, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers. His cock was hard, and he stroked it a few times, watching me with a smirk dancing across his lips. “I want to spread you out in the cab of my truck and lick you until you cum so hard you forget your name and beg for me to be inside ofyou.”
I pressed my thighs together, his words threatening to undo me. “You’ll have to catch me first,” I said decisively before sprinting toward thelake.
It was the end of June; the air was warm and sticky, and I ran as fast as I could, hoping to reach the water before Travis caught up to me. I had no such luck, and in three long strides he’d caught up. He threw me over his shoulder and ran straight into thelake.
Cold water splashed over my legs as he waded out until the water hit his collarbone. I let out a gasp before he dunked us both under the water and shot back up immediately. He held my ass as I slid down his body. I slapped his hard chest playfully, and hechuckled.
With the moonlight reflecting off the lake, it was easy to see his face—and the look of reverence in his hazeleyes.
I pushed my dripping locks out of my face, my breath catching in my lungs. Needing to break away from the heaviness in the air, I turned and dove back into the water. Kicking my legs out, I swam hard and fast toward the floatingdock.
I grabbed the ladder at the same time Travis did. He grinned at me, barely out of breath, and moved closer. “Are you ready for the sex partyet?”
