“Travis,” she whimpered weakly against the skin of his throat, aftershocks pulsing through her and around his cock. “Ohmygod.”
“Catch your breath, we’re not done yet,” he rasped, stepping back toward the wall and pressing her against it again. His handsreleased her altogether, his hips pinning her to the wall, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. Smoothing her still damp curls away from her face, he kissed her thoroughly, then pressed his forehead against hers, letting her take deep, shuddering breaths in. “You’re so fucking perfect, Roxy. So beautiful.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she whispered breathlessly, rolling the back of her head against the wall. “I know what this is, Travis. You don’t have to lie to me about—”
Growling darkly, he pinned her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “And what is this, Roxy?”
“Just sex. A distraction while on a long, boring road trip with someone you didn’t want to be stuck with— someone that’s—that’s broken like me—”
“Keep telling lies like that, Red, and I’ll turn your ass pink,” he warned roughly, his mouth moving against hers, but not quite kissing. “That’s not what this is, and you fucking know it.”
Bracing his hands beneath the curves of her ass again, he pushed away from the wall, striding over to the bed and lowering her to her back. He followed, sliding back inside all the way to the hilt, which made her gasp and reach for him.
Levering himself up on his hands over her, he retreated all the way to the tip and then slammed back in. Roxy tossed her head, her lower lip clamped between her teeth. Her fingers fisted in the bedding beneath them, her chest heaving as he continued to pound into her, over and over again. Blood roared in his ears, his heart hammered in his chest, and sweat beaded down his back. She was so beautiful it hurt.
“I will exorcise those thoughts out of your head.You are not broken, Roxy,” he panted from above her, wishing more than anything to make her believe him. Leaning down, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of her, he pinned her head between his hands, fingers tangled in her hair. Whispering directly against her mouth, he breathed, “You are incredible,Red. Don’t you dare let him make you think otherwise. Do you hear me?” She nodded frantically; her head still bracketed by his hands. He continued to move inside her, hard, deep thrusts that took him to the brink of her. He wanted to come so badly, but wanted to feel her come again first. Kissing her ardently, he then growled into her mouth harshly, “Now get that son of a bitch out of your head while I’m inside you. You’re going to come onmy cock, Roxy. You’re going to callmy name. You are here withme, baby girl.I’vegot you. Always.”
“Oh, fuck,Travis—” she mewled, her body tightening around his as he hit deeper, shifting his hips to drive into her at a different angle, and he could tell by the way her thighs were shaking violently that he was hitting that special spot deep inside.
“Yes, just like that,” he murmured raggedly, grinning against her mouth. “That’s it, Roxy. Let go, baby girl. Give me one more.”
Tremors built, and he knew she was seconds away. He hammered inside, angling his hips in to hit that spot over and over, and then her body curled in on itself as she came. He groaned fiercely as she clenched around his dick so tightly it set off a series of fireworks in his body, barreling him toward his own release. He covered her mouth with his to stifle the cry that erupted from her, drinking in her pleasure and spurring on his own. His movements stuttered as his orgasm hit like a tidal wave and he came hard, spurt after spurt filling the condom as he slammed in deep once more, burying himself in her as they came together.
As they came down from the high, the fierce, hard kisses turned into slow, deep, languid ones. Sipping kisses across lips, cheeks, and throats. Her fingers danced along his back, light, tentative touches that sent shivers across his bare skin. He levered himself over her, making sure not to let his weightcrush her into the mattress, and he untangled one hand from her hair to stroke the now haphazardly drying curls away from her forehead and cheeks. He kissed along her cheekbone, over the bridge of her nose smattered in freckles, to the other cheek, darkened with that damn bruise. Just like he’d been craving to.
She would never have to worry about that again. He would make sure of it. Because he’d done the stupidest thing he could… he’d gone and fallen in love with the firecracker beneath him.
Thirty-One
The metallic thrumming of the rain on the tin roof just outside their motel door roused her from sleep. The sky beyond the curtains that they’d pulled closed the night before was tinged with dark gray, as if the sun rising behind the continuous rain clouds could barely break through.
Her head rested on Travis’s chest, the steady cadence of his heartbeat a soothing balm to her system. Her body ached in ways that it hadn’t in far too long, and it would be a long while before she could forget what had happened between them the night before. They were insatiable and had been up until late in the night, wrapped in each other. Travis had made her come so many times and in so many different ways, using his fingers, his tongue, his dick. He was always thorough and unselfish in the pleasure he gave.
Pressing her body closer to his beneath the sheets, Roxy turned her head and pressed her lips to his chest, where her cheek had just rested. Her fingers traced along the myriad tattoos that covered every inch of his warm skin. His breath stirred her hair and she stilled her hand, flattening her palm against his abdomen. His right hand captured hers lightly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. The heart beneathher ear was pounding, an erratic, deep thudding rhythm that she was sure matched her own. He pulled her hand with his beneath the sheet, and when her fingers encountered his hardness, she wrapped him in her fingers. His breath released against her hair in a puff, a groan rumbling in his chest beneath her ear as she stroked him from root to tip and back. His hand covered her own where it was wrapped around his shaft, guiding her, tightening her grip on the downstroke.
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips upward into their hands. His left arm curled around her shoulders, holding her tightly against his side before drifting down over the curves of her ass, slipping between her cheeks and finding her already wet. She shifted, allowing his hand access to her, and he slid a finger along her aching channel, before pushing two fingers inside. “Christ, Roxy.”
Shoving off the sheets, she pushed herself onto her knees beside him, never slowing the pumping of her hand on him. And then she slid one knee over his hips so that she straddled him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. Travis grasped her hips in his large hands, his thumbs pressing into the groove of her hipbones, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her ass as he guided her up. Her fingers only relinquished their hold on his steely hardness when the head was notched at her entrance, and she used the muscles in her legs to slowly, so slowly, lower herself onto him.
His fingers tightened almost painfully on her hips, but she exalted in it, in the way his throat arched, head thrown back slightly. His chest rose and fell like a bellows, holding himself back as she set the pace above him, until she had settled against him, taking him all the way to the hilt. Until their bodies were pressed so close together, and she was so full of him she’d never be without him imprinted on her. His eyes burned into hers, that razing heat searing her from the inside out.
“Roxy—”
She began to move, rising up on her thighs before dropping back down again. She repeated it, over and over, and below her she watched as he gritted his teeth tightly together, a low growl rumbling from his chest and out between those clenched teeth. He surged upward into her, rocking his hips hard as she dropped back down, and she gasped on a sharp moan.
Raising her hands, she cupped her own breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers hard enough to cause a sharp twinge of pain, and in the next second he was feral beneath her. His hands slipped up from her hips to the narrowest part of her waist, spanning wide. He hauled her upper body down toward him, banding one arm around her waist as he drove his hips up again and again like a damn piston, slamming in and then drawing out nearly to the tip, just to do it again.
Bracing herself on her hands on either side of his head, she pushed up just enough to be able to look down at him, into that handsome and fierce face that she couldn’t deny that she was rapidly falling for. His hips slapped into hers harshly, driving in as deep as she could take him, nearly to the point of pain, but she took every thick, glorious inch, every brutal, pounding stroke he gave her. He hit that magic spot deep inside at just the right angle, the head of his cock stroking it with every deep thrust. Her thighs shook as her orgasm raced toward her, her heart hammering, breath stalling.
“Travis. Travis,please—”
“I know you’re close, Red. Come on,” he ground out through those tightly clenched teeth. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Roxy. Fucking hell I love feeling you come on my cock—”
Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she muffled her sharp cry against his skin as she came hard, her abdominal muscles seizing with the force of her climax. Lights flashed behind her tightly closed eyelids, her thighs shaking violentlyas her inner muscles spasmed around his hammering cock, squeezing tightly. He groaned fiercely beneath her, his arm tightening around her waist, holding her still as he shifted his legs to allow him to fuck her harder, rougher.
“That’s it, Red,” he growled gutturally, and she both felt it rumble through her chest pressed tightly to his, and heard it as he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Such a good fucking girl, coming on my cock.” His breath hitched as she continued to spasm around him, and his other hand buried itself in her hair at the back of her neck.
She was still coming, her entire body convulsing with the force of it… no, she was careening headfirst into another one. This time she screamed, biting down hard on his shoulder as the second orgasm ripped her apart. He grunted beneath her at the pain and then she sobbed as she felt him come inside her in hot bursts that filled her. His answering growl in her ear was deep and primal.
