He broke the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the chair beside the bed.
“Good call, fewer clothes.” Rachel laughed against his mouth as she rolled him to his back, straddling him.
There was no doubt about it, he was falling tart over toaster for Rachel.
“Rach.” Travis held her face as she continued to kiss the hell out of him.
The things this girl did with her mouth couldn’t possibly be legal. Her T-shirt stretched across her breasts, her nipples pebbled into tight buds, he was hard, and she was riding him over his jeans. This was so much more than a make-out session.
“We aren’t good at the just-kissing thing, are we?” she asked.
He chuckled. “It’s probably a good thing to know.”
“Tonight, I expect you to follow through with the promises your body is making to me right now.” She laughed as their mouths melded and the center of her heat rubbed against his length. She groaned as he pressed his hips up and into the warmth between her thighs.
The barrier of their clothing barely registered, and the moan that filled the space between them could’ve been either of theirs. He had no idea if it was him who was making the noises. It didn’t really matter. What did matter was that he was going to end up finishing in his pants, and wouldn’t that just be embarrassing?
“Mom,” Kellan called from the hallway, the pounding of his footsteps getting closer to her door. “Brady took Mr. Pretzel and won’t give him back.”
Once, Travis had taken the twins to the water park and there was this huge bucket of cold water that would drench anyone standing in the wrong spot. That’s exactly how his body reacted right then. Like fifty gallons of cold water had been tossed over them on the bed.
Travis was a little worried that Rachel might pass out, because suddenly she was holding her breath, not moving, and her eyes had gone wide.
Rachel scrambled off the top of him, her eyes still huge, round orbs. She threw his shirt at him.
“You locked it, right?” Even as she asked, she headed toward the thick wood as he dealt with his own thick wood. He rearranged his pants and grappled with his T-shirt.
“I locked it,” he assured.
Yes, he had. He distinctly remembered pressing the lock.
Rachel’s mouth had the appearance of a thoroughly kissed woman, her lipstick smeared over her lips and up onto her cheek. “You run to the bathroom, wait there. I’ll open the door once you’re—”
The door swung open.
Sonofa—
Kellan barreled through the entry,skidding to a stop nearly comically. “Uncle Trav, what’re you doing in here? Why’s your shirt off?”
Travis gripped his T-shirt against his naked torso, wishing he could become one with the mattress.
“And what happened to your face?” Kellan asked, moving his gaze from his uncle to his mother,then back again.
Kellan settled his gaze on his uncle sitting on his mom’s bed with a T-shirt gripped to his chest, a set of blue balls, and apparently his mother’s lipstick smeared all over his mug.
His heart tripped over itself as he grasped for ideas on how to play this. There could be no collateral damage for Rachel. Unfortunately, the commands from his brain weren’t working, because though he opened his mouth,no sound came out.
“Uncle Travis was helping me look for my toothbrush,” Rachel said quickly. She raised her arms and then dropped them to her sides. “But we found it. Yay.”
“Brady stole Mr. Pretzel. He won’t tell me where he hid him.” Kellan was on a rant and clearly wasn’t too concerned about the current state of his mother, his uncle, and their…toothbrush situation. “I know it was him because I left Mr. Pretzel under my pillow and only Brady knows where I keep him.”
Rachel turned her rabid gaze to Travis, mouthing,Help.
Travis pointed to her lips.
She must’ve understood what he meant because she was swiping around her mouth with her fingertips. “Tell you what? I’ll go put my toothbrush away. Then Uncle Trav and I will come help with the Mr. Pretzel search.”
“Hurry.” Kellan’s shoulders slumped.
