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Chapter Six
Travis
Peeling my eyes open, I blink at the bright sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window and try to stretch when I feel the warm body next to me and glance down. Rowan is curled up against me, playing little spoon as she sleeps peacefully, her lips parted and her lashes fanning out across her pink cheeks. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to last night. I was surprised as hell to find her in my room but not even the slightest bit upset since I hadn’t been able to peel my eyes away from her from the moment she walked through the door. I don’t know if it was the awful fucking week I’ve been having trying to find answers in my recording of Veronica’s interview or if it was just her but I wanted her from just a look. I have never felt anything like it, the way she stole all of my attention without doing anything and the way I felt like I had to touch her, I had to have her. There was no other option because I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. Hell, I still do. She lets out a groan, pulling my attention to her as she stretches, rubbing her round ass against my cock and I bite back a hiss as my dick twitches. She settles again, releasing a breath.
Fuck.
I want her again despite the fact that we had more sex last night than I’ve ever had in a twenty-four hour period. Hell, if we could lock ourselves in this room for a fucking week without Kodiak finding out and trying to murder me with his bare hands, I might just make that happen and it still might not even be enough. Wrapping my arm around her, I blow out a breath and shake my head. It’s not like I haven’t been with a lot of girls because I have but usually after round one or two, my mind is drifting to other things and the girl I’m with isn’t able to hold my attention. I don’t see that being a problem with Rowan. At all. There is something about her that I can see myself getting totally lost in and maybe that’s exactly what I need right now. But I meant what I said to her last night - there is no way in hell this is ever going any further than that. She and I are hella attracted to each other, the sexual chemistry is fucking insane, and we have earth shifting sex but I don’t do love. I won’t be the next in the long line of Devils to fall in love, get married, and start popping out babies.
“No…it’s too early,” Rowan mumbles to herself before throwing her arms over her head in a stretch and my eyes fall to her tits, appreciating the way her back arches and her ass presses into me again. I lean down and press my lips to her neck as a soft moan slips past her lips.
“Princess, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me hard.”
She grins and wiggles her ass against my cock without opening her eyes. “I like the sound of that.”
“So do I,” I groan, gripping her hip and kissing her neck again before biting at her earlobe. “But I don’t think you want to wake up the whole house with your screaming.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes snapping open as she throws the covers off of her legs and jumps out of bed. I watch her run around the room, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on as I laugh.
“What are you doing?”
She shoots me a glare. “I have to get back down to my room before anyone wakes up. If Lincoln realizes I spent the night up here, he’s going to lose his shit.”
“You’re a grown woman and you can sleep with whoever you want to,” I tell her and she stops in the middle of my room, arching a brow.
“Okay. You go tell him you fucked his little sister eight times last night.”
The thought makes my balls crawl back up inside my body. “Uh… better get going, then.”
“That’s what I thought,” she says with a laugh as she continues getting dressed and when she’s got everything back on, she walks across the room and leans over me, pressing her lips to mine. I’m sure it was supposed to be a quick kiss but our bodies have other ideas and I can’t stop myself from pulling her down on top of me with a groan. She straddles my hips and rocks against my cock, moaning before she pulls away and shakes her head. “We can’t.”
“I know.”
She flashes me a devilish grin. “My brother might actually kill you if he finds out about this.”
“That’s why we’re going to keep it on the down low.”
“Do you regret it?” she asks, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. It’s so goddamn cute that I can’t help but smile as I reach up and cup her cheek.
“Not a fucking chance.”
“Good. Me either,” she whispers before leaning down and pressing another quick kiss against my lips, pulling away just enough to let her mouth brush against mine as she smiles and meets my gaze. “Can’t wait to do this again.”
Shit.
“Me either,” I agree, kissing her again but she stops it before it can go too far. God, I want to pull her back to me and spend the whole fucking day in this bed. She jumps off the bed and winks over her shoulder at me as she walks to my bedroom door. I watch her as she cracks it open and peeks into the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, before slipping out and shutting it behind her.
Sitting up in bed, I turn and lean back against the wall, sighing as I run a hand through my hair. I glance over at the bedside table littered with condom wrappers and I shake my head.
Eight times in one night?
Really?
It’s hard to believe but at this point, the entire evening is just a blur of naked skin, kissing, biting, and moaning so who fucking knows. Maybe her and I hooking up was an awful idea and I’m pretty sure that if Kodiak finds out, I’ll have to go on the run but I can’t deny that it was exactly what I needed. This weight I’ve been feeling for weeks now is a little lighter this morning and if the look in Rowan’s eyes last night was any indication, she needed it just as much as I did. Besides, like I said, she is a grown ass woman and she can do whatever she wants with her body so what the hell is wrong with the two of us using each other to deal with our shit if we both are clear that it will never go any farther? Then again, if I use the words “using” and “your sister” in the same sentence when talking to Kodiak, I’m a dead man either way.
Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I throw the covers off of my legs and climb out of bed, sweeping the wrappers into the trash before grabbing my jeans off of the floor and getting dressed. I shuffle over to my desk and sink into my chair, scrubbing my hand over my face and yawning. As I pull up Veronica’s interview, I shake my head. I’ve listened to the thing close to fifty times and at this point, I could probably recite it for anyone else but I just keep hoping that I’ll hear something new, something that will break this whole case wide open even if I know that’s stupid. Just as I’m about to push play and listen to it again, I remember her comment about the woman her abductor met in a bar and I lean back in my chair, scowling. There is only one person he could be talking about and she is also just about the last person I want to go speak to.
But we need answers.
