“Go away, Travis,” she calls from the other side.
“Come on, open up. I brought you something.”
I can feel her glaring through the wood, trying to see. I just smirk at her.
She yanks the door open, still in her little robe, but her hair is wrapped in a towel. She holds out her hands. “Gimme.”
I shove past her even though she tries to stop me. She closes the door behind me and spins around. Before she can bitch at me, I hold up the white paper bag and milkshake. Inside the bag is a donut, of course. Birthday cake flavor because I was hoping she’d let me see her in her birthday suit again, and if all she’s wearing is this robe, I might be in luck.
“Ya know, donuts don’t fix everything.”
My eyes widen at her statement. “Doyouknow that? I thought they were your favorite thing.”
“I’m saying, every time you piss me off, you think donuts can fix it.”
“I don’t. I’m sorry if what I said upset you, but you wouldn’t let me explain.”
“You said enough.”
“The contract was to protect you from Calvin, not the other way around. You’re a beautiful woman on tour with a bunch of dudes. Horny bastards who would love nothing more than to feel you from the inside out.” She opens her mouth, but I cut her off. “Believe me or don’t, but it’s thetruth. Given the opportunity, any of those guys would fall over their feet to get you.”
“Whatever.”
“So, enjoy your donut and chocolate milkshake, but it doesn’t stop there.” I pull the feather from my back pocket. It’s a long peacock one I picked up from the zoo. I thought it was cool. Didn’t know it was going to come in handy so soon.
She slurps her milkshake, a question pinching her brows. I rub the feather over my palm, letting it tickle my skin like I’m—hopefully—about to do to every inch of her body.
“Thanks for the snack, you can go now,” she sasses, but there’s no bite to her tone.
I step into her space and trickle the feather along her cheek and down her neck, to the sliver of exposed skin on her chest. “You sure you want me to go?” I whisper, trailing back up her face. “Think of how good this would feel without this.” I tug on the robe.
Her head lolls back, eyes falling shut. I use the opening to drag the feather across her throat in a slow smooth caress. She doesn’t say anything, so I take the milkshake and paper bag from her and place them on the table. I glance around the room, remembering my favorite girl is here, but she’s already cockblocked me once. She’s in the corner, like she was earlier, sleeping. I carry her into the bathroom. “Just for a minute, Cinnamon. Daddy wants to play.”
As I step toward Ellie, she throws a hand up. “Maybe you should stay in there with her. You could use a timeout to think about what you’ve done.”
She’s not wrong. I’ve been fucking up a lot lately. Especially when it comes to her. I swallow thickly, a shooting pain searing through my chest, thinking about the shit I’ve put her through.
“I’m so damn sorry, May.” I drop myself to one knee, and her head cocks, eyes watching intently. “For everything. Wantme to beg for your forgiveness? ’Cause I will. Want me to crawl to you and tell you how sorry I am?”
The sharp intake of her breath echoes in the room. If there was ever a person who could bring me to my knees, I always knew it would be her. Only her.
Lowering myself to all fours, I keep my eyes pinned to hers. Her throat bobs with a swallow. “Travis…”
“You’re worthy, May. Enough to bring any man to his knees. You’re a fucking queen. A goddess that deserves nothing less.” She deserves more than me. She knows that. I start to crawl, and her eyes widen, mouth falling open. “I’m sorry. Can I be your good boy again?” Only forher.
Her brows lift, and a slow grin spreads across her luscious lips.There she is.Dropping her ass on the edge of the bed, she leans back on her hands and crosses her legs. “You gonna crawl to me, Travy? Show me how sorry you are?” She’s taunting me now, and my dick turns fucking rock hard. If I could, I’d use my tongue to show her just how sorry I am. I’d flick her little clit until she came all over my face, swallowing every bit of her cum. Then I’d shove my cock so deep inside her, until she was quivering and coming again. That’s how I’d apologize, but I’m guessing that’s not gonna happen right now.
I nod my response and start to crawl. Her chest expands with a heavy breath, but her smirk widens. She might’ve been surprised at first, but she’s enjoying this. I can tell. I know her inside and out.
Once I reach the edge of the bed, I drag the feather across her foot and up her leg. Goosebumps trail in its wake as I drift higher, reaching the apex of her thighs. Ellie shifts, freeing her hair from the towel and shaking her silky locks loose. Then she spreads her legs, letting the robe fall open. I groan as her naked body greets me.
Using my other hand, I adjust my thickening cock and press my lips to the top of her foot, glancing up at her. Herpupils are blown out, her lips parted. “Lie down,” I rasp. Her head turns like she’s about to say no, so I assure her once again I won’t touch her. Even though it might actually kill me. “No touching.” I hold up the feather to reiterate that only this lucky damn thing will brush her skin.
Ellie climbs on the bed. I take a second to appreciate how perfect her body is. She’s tiny, probably only 5’2” without heels, but her curves are mouthwatering. Full tits that fill my hands, which aren’t small by any means. A plump ass that’s seen its fair share of my teeth marks because it’s that irresistible. I wasn’t even an ass man before I met her. The smoothest and sweetest golden skin. The greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, which always turn a shade darker when she’s turned-on.
My gaze slides up to her face, and her brow arches in question.What are you waiting for?
Don’t worry, May, I got you.
