“I’ll accept your apology on one condition.”
My eyebrows went up. I had taken for granted his acceptance, just assuming he’d tell me I was forgiven. “Okay. What is it?”
“I want an honest answer.” His face was serious. Not a hint of a smile.
I took a deep breath because no one prefaced a question with that unless it was going to be hard-hitting. “Ho-kay.”
“Why did you say my name?”
I wrinkled my nose.
He stepped closer. “Earlier. When you were in bed with …”
“Tripp.”
“Tripp?”
“Yeah, it’s the name of my … toy.”
“Why Tripp?”
“Because it’s the name of Matthew McConaughey’s character in Failure to Launch, and I take him with me on trips.”
He smiled.
Finally.
“All right then, when you were in bed with Tripp, why did you say my name?”
I pulled my hands from his arms and began toying with the hem of my shirt. I didn’t want to lie, but I sure as hell didn’t want to tell him the truth either.
The serious face was back, and I knew he wasn’t going to let it go.
My cheeks began to burn. But it was time to own up to it. What was the worst thing that would happen? He’d think I was depraved. It wasn’t like I would die if he knew.
Fuck it.
“I was … thinking of you.”
His eyes widened, and he looked at my crotch and back to my eyes. “You were thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
He hadn’t had to say it so bluntly.
I raised my chin. “As a matter of fact, yes. I’m sorry if that offends you—”
Travis cut me off with a kiss.
His mouth opened over mine, and his tongue swept into my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. Now that his lips were on mine, I wasn’t letting him go.
I kissed him back, slanting my head to the side. He was a great kisser. He knew just the right amount of tongue to give, and he tasted good. I wanted to devour him.
Travis’s hands moved from my hips up my back and back down. He cupped my ass and pulled me against his erection. He managed to hit my sweet spot, and I groaned into his mouth as I grew wet.
I pulled my arms from his neck and trailed my fingers down his chest until I reached his boxers. I wanted to touch him everywhere, and I wanted him to fuck me. I didn’t care if this was the only time. I didn’t care if we never saw each other again. Okay, I cared, but it didn’t change the fact that I needed him to fuck me, so I could get him out of my system.
Then, maybe I could stop thinking about him.
But later. Right now, all my thoughts were going to be laser-focused on the two of us.
I thrust my hips at him to get him to move back because I didn’t want to stop kissing him long enough to tell him to back up.
He received my message, and I swiftly shoved my hand in his underwear. I grasped his cock in my palm, and we both moaned. He was hot, smooth, and oh-so hard.
I was so into touching him that I almost didn’t notice when his hands moved up my sides and parted the top half of my robe. He picked up one of my breasts, which was more than a handful, and thumbed the nipple. I had never been crazy about my boobs being touched, but right now, I felt it go all the way to my pussy.
I wanted him inside me.
I pulled the bottom half of my robe apart and dragged my hand away from his shaft. I yanked him toward me so that his dick hit my clit again, and I rotated my hips against his.
He pulled his mouth away, and we both dragged some much-needed air into our lungs.
His lips were a dark red now, and I couldn’t resist. I kissed him again.
He cupped my face and pulled me away. “We need to go to your room.”
“Why?” I was ready to do it right there.
He grinned at me. “We need to get to that surplus of condoms you have.”
I smiled. “Harper for the win.”
He laughed and stepped back. I slipped off the counter and headed to my room with my robe hanging on my elbows.
Once we reached my room, I flung the robe onto my suitcase and grabbed the condoms out of the desk drawer. I turned around and waved them at Travis as I bit my lip. I probably didn’t look as seductive as I wanted, but I didn’t care.
Travis still had his boxers on, but his dick was trying desperately to escape the opening in the front.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
I walked up to him and slapped the condoms against his chest. He clutched them as I let go. I grabbed on to each side of his underwear and pulled it down with one quick jerk.
“You don’t need to flatter me. I’m already going to fuck you.”
He laughed. “But it’s true.”
I pushed him back, so he fell on my bed. “Then, by all means, keep telling me I’m sexy.”
Travis ripped a packet off the end of the row and opened it. I watched him roll the condom down, down, down.
I licked my lips.
He looked up at me. “Get your cute ass over here, sexy.”
I approached the bed and put a leg on either side of him. I grabbed his cock and positioned him at my entrance. I rubbed it back and forth a few times over my clit, and then I sank down on top of him.
“Holy shit,” I said as Travis said, “Fuck me.”
He sat up and wrapped his arms around me.
“I already am,” I told him. I couldn’t stop joking, even when I was having sex.
Travis smiled and kissed me as he nudged my lower back.
I started rotating my hips, experimenting with his length and girth, making sure I could handle him. It had been a while, but I was confident he had been made to fit inside me.
I picked up my speed and soon had to tear my mouth from his. I needed air and couldn’t concentrate on both. I clasped him close to me as my orgasm neared. “Oh my God, I’m going to come,” I said next to his ear.
“I can’t wait.”
He kissed my cheek and then down to my neck, and that was all it took.
I lost all rhythm as my climax hit me like a semitruck. It slammed into me, and I cried out. Travis continued to thrust under me until my body sagged on his.
I knew I had been the only one to come, but I needed a minute to regain some strength to keep going.
But I had nothing to worry about because Travis rolled us over until I was on my back. He pulled out of me and stood.
“Roll over, sexy. On your knees.”
Despite my lack of energy, I was excited for this next step and pushed myself over.
I’d barely gotten myself situated when he grasped my hips and shoved back into me. I moaned at the new places he was putting pressure on inside me.
“Damn, you are so wet.”
“Is that bad or good?”
“Best fucking thing ever.”
I couldn’t see him, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
He gripped my hips as he pounded into me.
I clutched the comforter in my hands and shoved my ass in the air. I loved it when I was screwed hard, and I let him know it because I couldn’t stop crying out every time he thrust inside me.
I wasn’t going to come again, but I was sure as hell enjoying the ride.
I heard Travis’s breathing quicken, and I knew he was going to come, too. I clenched my inner muscles down around him as he groaned and let himself go inside me. My only regret was that I couldn’t see his face.
Travis collapsed on my back and pulled us to our sides.
“Holy shit. That was amazing. Even better than I imagined,” he said through shallow breaths.
“You imagined what it would be like to have sex with me?”
“Hell yeah.”
I wanted to fist-pump the air.
Travis withdrew from my body and got up on o
ne elbow to look down on me. “I guess we should have waited to shower.”
“Or we could just take another one together.”
He grinned. “You read my mind.”
Travis pushed the sides of Sydney’s robe apart as she stood in front of him. He was sitting on the toilet seat and kissed her belly right above her underwear.
She dabbed something on his forehead. “Hold still. It’s hard to do this when you’re moving around so much.”
Right now, she was trying to cover up his bruise with makeup. He’d told her it was fine, but she’d insisted.
He’d rather be doing other things.
He cupped her bra-covered breasts. “I don’t want to hold still,” he grumbled.
She laughed at him.
He ran his fingers over her navel. “I like the belly-button piercing.”
She looked down as if she was surprised to see it there. “I struggled with my belly for almost my whole life—or as far back as I can remember. And it took me years to accept my body for the way it was, but I thought maybe, if I dressed up my stomach a little, it might make acceptance even easier. It was my thirtieth birthday present to myself.” She smiled.
He looked at it a little closer. “It says, 90% Virgin?”
She laughed. “Yeah. It’s kind of a joke. One of my friends gave it to me.”
“Do I get to be in on the joke?”
She laughed nervously. “In college, I didn’t have sex until my senior year, but I would do everything else. My friends started calling me Virgin Whore as a joke, and the nickname stuck.”
Travis laughed. “You ladies are funny.”
“Or something like that,” she said.
He reached up and brushed his fingers over the tattoo on the top inside of her left breast. “This looks like a heart-rate reading.”
She smiled wistfully, her green eyes focused on the wall. “It is. It’s an EKG reading from my mom before she passed away. I wanted her heartbeat to be over mine forever.”
“Wow. I bet, if she could see it, she would love it.”
Sydney laughed. “I did it before she died, and when I showed her, she about fainted from shock. But then she burst into tears and demanded that I get my ass over there and hug her.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
“She got the flu, and it spread to her heart.”
He kissed her belly. A body part he found absolutely nothing wrong with. “I’m sorry you lost your mom.”
She hugged him. “Me, too.” She pushed his head back. “Now, can I finish?”
“I suppose.”
“Are you this bad when you’re having your picture taken? I can just see the photographer getting everything lined up with lighting, and then he looks over to see that you’ve moved five feet.”
“You think you’re pretty funny. But, no, I’m very professional.” He grinned. “Of course, it’s easy when I don’t want to fuck the photographer.”
She looked at him like she was appalled. “We had sex, like, four times today. How many times do you need to do it?”
He lifted a shoulder. “A lot apparently.” Plus, it had been a while for him. And, even before that, he’d forgotten how fun and amazing sex could be.
Even when he’d first started dating Christy, she’d never liked him seeing her naked. She had just started getting into being a personal trainer after losing weight. When he’d met her, she’d weighed more than she did when they broke up. But, ironically, the more weight she’d lost, the more self-conscious she became.
She would never have stood up and walked to the bathroom like Sydney had after he interrupted her time with Tripp. Christy would never have made out with him in the bathroom, letting him undress her. She would have complained that the lights were too bright or immediately covered herself back up.
But Sydney hadn’t even batted an eye.
The other ironic thing was that Christy had a body that looked like it belonged on Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Issue, whereas Sydney was softer in some places and didn’t have the same proportions and curves.
But Travis found Sydney’s confidence and body acceptance a hundred times sexier than someone who had the “perfect” body.
He’d been trying to stay away from her—and all women really, he could admit now—after how things ended with Christy. He knew he didn’t want to be alone forever, but he didn’t know if he could trust someone again right now. It was why his last few dates had gone nowhere and why he’d kept himself and his interest away from Sydney.
His control had slipped briefly the night of the last book signing after they had dinner. Hearing her talk about herself and her not wanting him to judge her, he’d found himself in front of her with his lips on hers.
Thankfully, he’d gotten ahold of himself and his desire and been able to walk away. He had known he owed her some explanation, but he’d been putting it off. And he’d been shocked when she hadn’t asked him about it or started stalking him.
He’d once met a woman on the road and shared a kiss with her—a kiss, nothing more—before he called a halt to going further. He found her attractive but felt nothing when their lips touched. After he went home, she liked and commented—multiple times—on every Instagram post. She would get mad when he didn’t comment or like back. She started messaging him to tell him what an asshole he was for avoiding her. He’d had to unfollow her and eventually block her.
Travis’s friends had told him that the woman had done a number on him. He always shrugged it off as part of dating, but he was beginning to realize that the woman, someone he’d just met, really affected how he saw the opposite sex now.
Sydney stepped away from him. “I think I did it.” She nodded toward the mirror. “Take a look.”
He stood and looked at his reflection. He moved his head from side to side to get as much of a profile shot as he could.
She wrinkled her nose. “You can kind of see the bump still, but at least it’s not purple.”
He leaned back to get a wider view. “I’m just glad you could do it without putting makeup on my whole face.” He shuddered.
“Because it’s too girlie?”
“I couldn’t care less about that. It’s because it’s too cakey. I feel like my skin is suffocating. I had to wear it once for a photo shoot, and I said never again.” He turned and looked at her. “I like the natural look.”
She blushed, and he cupped the back of her head and pulled her close to kiss her.
She really did that well. She put her whole being into her kisses. It made him want to get inside her all over again.
She’d had to go up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth, and she now put her heels back on the floor. “We should probably get ready.”
He pulled on her robe. “Do we have to?”
She walked behind him and started pushing him out the door. “Yes. There are women waiting to meet your fine ass.”
He turned once they were past the doorway. “What are you? My pimp?”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin and dropped her hand. “Yes. Yes, I think I am.”
“Okay. But I’m not having sex with anyone, so you can charge them and keep all the money,” he said as he started for his room.
“So, you’re saying you want to split it?”
He did a one-eighty and walked backward. “Ha-ha. No.” He spun back around and kept going. “But, if you did put a price on me, you’d have to charge them five hundred dollars.”
“Five hundred dollars? Someone thinks mighty highly of himself.” She yelled the last part because he’d gone into his room.
He stuck his head back into hers. “Did you or did you not come multiple times?”
She swallowed and lifted her chin. “I might have had an orgasm or two.”
He laughed. “Liar. I should be charging you a thousand. You’re lucky you got all this for free.” He pointed to himself.
She rolled her eyes, but he saw a hint of a smile.
“Go get dressed, Travis.”
Travis and I walked into the back of the hotel restaurant that was reserved for parties and banquets. It was filled with people standing around, talking and drinking.
“Hello,” a cheerful middle-aged woman greeted us at the door. “Can I get your names?”
“I’m Sydney Hart.”
The woman, whose name tag said Donna, looked down at her clipboard and smile. “Here you are.” She made a mark on her sheet of paper and then looked up at Travis. “And you, young man?”
“Travis Zehler.”
Donna went through the same process. “I found you. You were in a different section.” She made another mark and looked up at us. “We have authors, VIP readers, assistants, and models. It would have been easier to put everyone together.” She threw her hands up. “But I didn’t print the list.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled at her.
She pointed to the back of the room. “Anyway, you can go on back there to the table and pick up your name tags.”
“Thank you,” Travis and I both said.
“She said models. I wonder if there will be others besides you.”
I had done my usual routine of checking out upcoming authors, but I hadn’t even thought to look at the model list. Probably because I already knew the one I wanted to attend was coming with me.
Travis looked around. “Good question. It’s always nice when I’m not the only one.”
I shook my head in fake sadness. “But, if there are others, we’re going to lose some money tonight. Especially if they charge less than five hundred bucks.”
He put his arm around my neck and pulled me close. “I don’t think I could do more than one round anyway. I only have so much stamina before my penis is begging for a break. You used me up today.”
I grabbed on to the hand that was draped over my shoulder. “Damn it, this is what happens when you start sampling the merchandise.”
We both laughed.
We reached the table, and Travis dropped his arm as we searched for our names in the pile of name tags.
I just found mine when I heard someone call my name.
“Sydney.”
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