“I’m fine, Travis,” she murmured, twisting her head to press her lips to his cheek. “I’m here.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered back gruffly, emotion clogging his throat. “I’ve got you, always, Red.”
She murmured something beneath her breath that he didn’t quite catch, but then she wiggled her hips back against him, notching her ass against his still hard dick, and a groan rumbled out of his chest. His other hand splayed, fingers wide, palm flat against the lower part of her abdomen, pressing her back against him more firmly. Her breath stuttered in and out in breathy, ragged pants.
“I don’t want to talk about any of that anymore, please,” she whispered, again twisting her head to search for his mouth with her own. “I want you, Travis. I want you inside me. Please. I’ve been waiting all day.”
Anger still boiled just beneath the surface, but he pushed it down, focusing his attention on the woman in his arms. Sliding his hand down between her thighs, he cupped her sex, fingers rubbing that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs until she was writhing against his hand. Only then did he slide two fingers in between those folds, sinking them in deep, all the way to the knuckle. She bowed, head tossing back against his shoulder as she moaned throatily. Fuck he was so hard. He had to be leaking at the tip.
“Fucking hell, Red,” he groaned, scraping his teeth over that spot on her neck that drove her fucking wild, and she bucked against his hand. “If I fuck you in this tub, we’re going to have one helluva mess to clean up. Let’s go.”
Standing, water sluiced down his body, and he reached for her, drawing her up on shaking legs. Grabbing a towel, he hastily scrubbed at first her body, then his own, getting just enough water off of them to not leave standing water as he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress and she laughed, bouncing on her back. He had just knelt on the bed when a knock sounded on the door, then a quietly called, “Room Service.”
“Fucking Christ,” Travis groaned miserably, glancing toward the door. He was so hard it fucking hurt.
Roxy laughed, bouncing up off the bed and dashing into the bathroom. Half a heartbeat later, she was back, pulling on one of the fluffy white robes over her naked body. She tossed him the other one and began tying the sash around her waist, then pulled her rioting curls out from the back so that it draped down her back. The deep V of the folds of the robe did little to hide her cleavage and he growled savagely as she padded toward the door.
She laughed again, shushing him. “If you answer the door like that, you’ll scare them off, and then we’ll be without dinner.” Pausing at the door, she turned and whispered, “And I have plans for that whipped cream.”
Travis bit his lower lip to stifle the groan that erupted from him as she pulled the door open. He slung the robe over his arms, tying the sash around his own waist. It did little to conceal the raging hard-on he was still sporting, but he didn’t give a fuck. As she backed into the room, the door shut with a click. She turned, carrying the tray of silver domed food items toward the bedside table. And as soon as she set it down, he was haulingher back into his arms and she shrieked with laughter before clamping a hand over her own mouth to stifle the sound.
“Food can wait,” he growled, tearing at the sash at her waist and pushing the sides of her robe aside. He sat on the bed as she ripped at his own robe, and then she was crawling onto the bed, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, he sank his teeth into her full lower lip as she straddled him. Fumbling hands between their bodies lined him up against her, and then she was sinking down onto him in one long, slow movement. Her hands came to his shoulders, using them as leverage as she rode him. His hands spanned her waist, holding tightly to the still damp, fevered skin beneath the folds of the robe. Head tossed back, she ground onto him, circling her hips. He knew that move, knew it meant she was taking him deep, hitting that special spot. He loved it, loved watching her take her pleasure from him.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed in approval when she shimmied again. “Is that where you need me, Red? Such a greedy fucking girl.”
Reaching between them, he circled her clit with his fingers, making her thighs shake. “Just like that, Travis,” she panted, eyes pinched shut tight as she continued to bounce and swirl on him. He could feel her quivering, right on the edge. Her movements stuttered, her fingers clamping down tight on his shoulders, and then—
“Oh fuck!” he snarled, his hips snapping up to meet hers as she came so hard she nearly pushed him back out. He came without warning, pulsing and emptying into her with a ferocity that left him drained. Panting against the skin of her throat as she sagged against him, he breathed, “Goddamn, woman.”
She laughed breathlessly, and the movement did wonderful, awful things to her inside muscles, which contracted around his length still buried inside her. Groaning, he pulled her off of him.
“Shower, then food.”
“I don’t have the energy to stand in the shower, Travis,” she laughed, swaying on her feet. She made a face then, and he knew their mixed releases were sliding down the insides of her thighs. He loved the thought of her being pumped so full of him that she couldn’t hold it all. Some age old, primal instinct had kicked in and rewired his fucking brain, apparently. Pouting, she sighed. “Okay. Quick shower. Then food.”
They padded back into the bathroom, turning on the double shower heads on opposite ends of the glass walled shower. Showering quickly, they couldn’t help but laugh as they watched each other from opposite sides, though only about three feet separated them. Washing their hair hurriedly, Travis was transfixed watching her rinse the shampoo and conditioner from her hair, and then she ran a washcloth over her body and between her thighs, and damn if he wasn’t growing hard again.
She pointed at him and laughed. “No. I want food first, dammit.”
He chuckled, rinsing his body off, too, though he did allow his own hand to stroke his thickening cock from root to tip. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her eyes follow the movement of his hand, the way her eyes darkened, mouth parting slightly with quick, panting breaths.
“Food first, baby girl,” he teased, and she glared up at him as she turned her water off. Reaching around his hip, she yanked the hot water off and he bellowed with mock outrage when the water turned frigid a moment later. She danced out of the shower stall, shrieking when he followed. He caught her around the waist, hauling her back against him, curving his body around hers so he could growl in her ear, “You naughty fucking thing.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried on a laugh, but he knew she wasn’t sorry.
When he caught their reflection in the mirror, he stopped them, turning her attention to it as well. Naked and wet, his arms banded around her waist, chin nearly touching her shoulder, their cheeks pressed together…it felt like home.Shefelt like home.
Breaths falling from slightly parted lips, her cheeks flushed rosily, those green and gold eyes sparkling, and that brilliant smile that pulled at her lips? Fuck, that smile was his undoing.
Thirty-Six
“So, are we trying to make it all the way to Petoskey today?” he asked, pulling them away from the valet parking, where they’d just loaded their bags into the 4Runner.
“GPS says it’s a 7 hour drive… so it’s doable, if we want,” she said from the passenger seat, scrolling through the cellphone in her hand.
“Is that what you want to do?” he asked gently, flipping on the blinker to get them turned in the right direction to get them back to the interstate headed north toward the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. They would drive along US-2 around the bottom edge of the state’s Upper Peninsula, then take the Mackinaw Bridge south toward the lakefront city of Petoskey.
“It seems silly to pay for another night of hotel when we’re so close…” she murmured, staring down at the phone screen. Stupid tears pricked her nose and she blinked them away rapidly. “But I don’t want this to be over yet.”
