Her teeth released the flesh of his shoulder and she kissed it gently, positive she’d caused him pain and hated it. He clasped her close as he rasped breathlessly, “It’s okay, Red, mark me up. Make me yours. Fuck, Roxy.I’m all yours.”
As their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to a normal pace in their chests, Roxy leaned up on one hand, trailing the other through his hair and down over his bearded cheek. She leaned down, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, lingeringly, his body still nestled inside hers.
Rolling them to their sides, he pulled out of her, and she groaned, realizing their mistake as their combined releases dripped down her thighs. “Sorry. I guess I got carried away,” she whispered, laughing. “I’m clean, I promise. And I’m on birth control.”
Her eyes tracked his as he reached out a hand, tucking a sweat dampened curl behind her ear, and then he leanedforward to kiss her sweetly. “I’m clean, too. I usually have a very strict rule about condoms, but I seem to be breaking all of my rules where you’re concerned.”
Reaching between them, she blushed when his fingers slid through the wetness between her thighs, collecting it and then pushing his fingers deeply inside her. Pushing it back in. “Travis—”
“That’s so fucking hot,” he whispered against her mouth, his fingers still stroking, gathering that wetness and pushing it back in. His fingers flicked against that spot deep inside, making her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body curl in on itself even as her inner muscles clamped around his fingers tightly. He groaned, kissing his way down her throat. His beard and long hair tickled her as his head moved over her, trailing kisses where he went. “I can’t get enough of you, of this.”
“Oh goodlord,” she breathed on a moan, her fingers fisting in his hair, holding him to her even as his fingers continued to flick deep inside. “I—oh fuck—the feeling is mutual.”
He chuckled darkly against her throat and it sent shivers down her entire body. “Are you going to come again, Red?”
She nodded frantically above him, her hips gyrating and writhing against his hand. Her chest heaved with panting breaths as each flick of his fingers brought her closer and closer to that precipice. “Yes, yes,yes—”
“God dammit you come so fucking pretty,” he breathed against her skin, then ducked his head and clamped his lips and teeth around her nipple. She bowed off the bed on a sharp, mewling cry as fireworks zinged through her, lighting her up from the inside out. His teeth nipped sharply at that sensitive bud again, and she was hurled over that edge. He groaned around her nipple, “Yes, Roxy.”
“Travis!” she sobbed brokenly as she came around his fingers, her hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, his hair as he used his fingers to fuck her through the orgasm.
A growl rumbled through his chest and into hers, and when her thighs fell open as she crested that peak, he rose above her. Collaring her throat with his other hand, he tilted her face toward his so he could kiss her fiercely, voraciously. “That’s right, Red. My name is the only one I ever want to hear come off your lips.”
Panting against his lips, she smiled weakly, nodding. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed as he squeezed her neck lightly, fingers and thumb constricting for a heartbeat before releasing completely. He rolled to her side, and she rolled with him, her gaze dropping to the steely length pressed against her hip. She grinned, a coy, feline smile, and slid down his body.
Taking him in her hand, she smiled up the length of his body at him as she took him in her mouth. He fisted her hair in his hands, gathering it away from her face. She hummed with approval as it was her name that fell off his lips in a chant as he came on her tongue.
Thirty-Two
“We should probably get out of bed and check on the status of my car,” Roxy murmured from where she was draped over Travis’s naked chest. His fingers stroked idly up and down her spine, and he reveled in the way her body responded to him. He glanced over at the clock, then nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of her fiery curls.
He could hear the rain as it continued outside, though it didn’t sound like it was raining as hard as it was when they had awoken earlier. Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed his cellphone and his wallet, pulling out the card Harry the tow truck driver had given him the night before. Dialing the number, he pressed the phone to his ear, curling his arm around Roxy’s shoulders as she made to slide away from him. He growled down at her to remain where she was. She did, curling herself against his side again.
It rang several times, then a gruff voice answered. “Grady’s.”
“Good morning, Harry dropped off our car last night with a flat tire—”
“The Toyota?”
“Yes, sir,” Travis said, continuing to stroke Roxy’s back with his free hand. “That’s the one.”
“You picked up one helluva piece of shrapnel, son.” The man’s gruff voice was gravelly and rough, like he’d been a three pack a day smoker for fifty years. “Afraid I don’t have that particular tire in shop. But my brother does, he’s on his way with it now.”
“About how long should we anticipate that taking, sir?” Travis asked.
“Meh. Depends if he stops for lunch on the way or not. Maybe a few hours. We should have you back on the road by tonight. You got somewhere you gotta be quick like?”
“No, that works just fine. Is there a taxi service we can call to get a ride over to you when it’s ready?”
“Oh, no taxi’s here, son. We’ll pop on down to collect ya when it’s ready. This a good number to call?” the man asked. Travis confirmed, then the man said, “We right in assuming you’re down at the motel?”
“Yes, sir, we are.”
“We’ll be down to get ya later then,” he said, and then the call ended. Travis chuckled, dropping the phone back to the bedside table, then relayed the conversation to Roxy. “Sounds like we should be good to get back on the road by this evening.”
