“I think I’d like that option better,” I said.
“I was hoping you would say that,” Travis said. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Sixteen
Travis
I was frustrated after that meeting. I was beyond frustrated, really. I was angry. And fed up. And pissed off. I was upset at the position my father’s company had been put in. I was upset with the fact that we had no other options except to pin Breathline Energies for harassment. That wouldn’t make a company like them stop. They had a team of lawyers piecing this together. For all we knew, they could take that harassment lawsuit and spin it to make my father look fucking crazy and take the whole damn company from him.
But seeing Ava walk into that coffeehouse settled me immediately.
It was scary, the way I relaxed with her. It was reminiscent of the woman I had once fallen in love with. Things like this had been easy with my ex. Talking and sharing memories and being around one another. It was easy and fluid, like it was with Ava.
That terrified me. But it also filled me with a sense of delight.
When Ava and I parted from the coffeehouse I went straight to the grocery store. I picked up all the best ingredients to make her dinner tonight. I picked out a wonderful cut of steak and picked out fresh ingredients to use. I purchased fresh herbs instead of the dried stuff I had in my cabinets and grabbed a decent bottle of wine. I took all of it back to my cabin and started planning out the evening, excitement coursing through my veins.
I was just about done with dinner when a knock came at my door.
I wiped my hands off and raked my fingers through my hair. I headed for the door and opened it, my eyes raking over Ava’s beautiful form. She was in this beautiful yellow and pink floral-printed dress, with ballet flats on and her hair curled around her face. She had this innocent glow about her until my eyes connected with hers. For the first time, I was seeing Ava as a woman instead of as a young girl. Her eyes were filled with a fire and a confidence I hadn’t seen in her yet, and my heart slammed against my chest as she stepped inside.
“You look wonderful,” I said.
“You look nice, too,” Ava said. “It smells delicious in here.”
“And it’s done cooking. I hope you came hungry,” I said.
“I did. Very much so.”
“How did things go when you got home?” I asked.
“As well as I figured it would. Dad tried to get me to take the books back to the library. He poured my coffee down the sink. But not before I took a massive chug of it in front of him.”
“I have no idea how you’ve lived with that man for so many years,” I said.
“I didn’t have a choice. Until all of this marriage stuff came about, I guess I didn’t realize how much of my life he really wanted to control. Either that, or I had simply become okay with it.”
“Did you return the books?” I asked.
“Nope. I started reading one of them on the couch and he fumed every time he saw me reading it. But they are in my car right now. I didn’t trust my father’s actions enough to keep them in my room.”
“Where does he think you are right now?”
“We may have had a fight before I stormed out. He asked me where I was going all dressed up and I told him I had a date.”
“You what?” I asked.
My eyes connected with hers and I watched her shy away.
“That’s not what this is, is it? Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Travis. I could’ve sworn you were asking me out on a date this afternoon. You know, one of those cook-in dates like in the movies.”
“I did,” I said. “Don’t misread my shock. I just didn’t think you would’ve told your Dad something like that.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, it was more to get under his skin than anything. To make him upset. It’s a petty move, I know. But I was over his antics for the day. I stalked out of the house as he came rushing to the door, and I drove away before he could get to me.”
“Well, I’m just glad you’re here,” I said.
“Me, too.”
We ate and continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily between the two of us. I steered the conversation away from her family and we settled onto a friend of hers. Cassie. She talked about all the things they got into during school and how they always had sleepovers. I enjoyed watching her eyes light up with the memories from her childhood as she dove into the more positive memories of her life.
By the time we were done with dinner, we had also finished the bottle of wine I had purchased.
“This is really good wine,” Ava said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have a favorite?”
“Nope. I haven’t tried many of them. The only drinks I’ve ever had were the ones my mother let me have or the ones my brothers made for me from underneath their bed after Dad fell asleep.”
“Sounds like my twin brothers. They did all sorts of those types of things growing up.”
“What were their names again?” she asked. “Did you ever say?”
“I don’t think so. I might have. Jasper and Leo.”
“Are they identical twins?”
“Nope. Fraternal. But they might as well be identical. They do this weird thing where they can finish each other’s sentences and shit. There was one time Leo had gotten into a car accident, and Jasper just looked at my mother and said ‘something’s wrong’. Ten minutes later, the police were calling.”
“You’re kidding,” she said.
“Nope. It’s the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I couldn’t imagine being that close to someone,” she said.
“I think it would be nice.”
“So you’ve never been that close to someone?” she asked.
My mind wafted back to my ex as I got up from the table.
“I thought I was once. But it didn’t work out,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Ava said.
“It’s in the past. Want some more? I can open up another bottle of wine.”
“I think I’ve had plenty. I still have to drive back tonight, so I might not want to overdo it.”
“That’s true. Want some water instead?” I asked.
“How about we just sit on the couch?”
I looked back over at her as I put my wine glass in the sink. She got up from the table and walked over to my couch, sitting down and patting the cushion. I could feel my chest flushing with want. I knew if I sat down with her and felt her skin against mine it would be all over. I had ingested just enough wine for me to taste how tight her pussy would be. That virginal pussy slipping over a cock for the first time.
I drew a deep breath as I turned back to the sink.
“Be there in a sec,” I said.
I ran some cold water over my hands, trying to get my body to settle down. I made my way towards the couch and sat down next to her, feeling her body move closer. I groaned internally, trying my best to keep my wants and wishes at bay. But the moment she laid her head down on my shoulder and sighed, I was done. That sweet little sound and the warmth of her skin pressing against my body. It was too much for me.
I allowed my lips to descend onto the top of her head, kissing her as my arm threaded around her body.
She tilted her lips up to mine and caught my stare. Her eyes were burning with a bright passion. A collapsing star ready to implode on itself. I could feel her body trembling as she rose to her knees, her lips inching closer to mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Her eyes danced between mine, taking me in as a small smile spread across her cheeks.
“More than I’ve ever been before,” she said.
I captured my lips with hers and pulled her into my lap. I felt her squeal with delight, a smile pressing into my skin. My hands slid up her dress, feeling her luscious thighs as her legs parted around my lap. I ran my hands up her naked skin, gripping onto her back as I pulled her dress over her head.
Our clothes
fell into piles on the floor. Her tits were bare for me, pinched to wanton peaks and begging for my lips. I coated her in kisses as she moaned, her hands gripping onto my hair as I sucked on her nipples. She ground down into my lap, pulling my cock hard against my pants as I grunted. I needed her. I needed to feel my cock wrapped within her warmth. Her hands were fiddling with my pants as she worked them down my body, my dripping cock springing free for her to see.
I watched her carefully as she studied my body, her fingertips gliding along my twitching muscles.
She climbed back into my lap, her juices dripping onto my skin. I could feel the tip of my cock hovering, pulsing for her as it teased her entrance. She was shaking for me. Her hands were twisted into my hair as our foreheads collided. We were panting together, our naked bodies warm from the wine and our passion as she froze.
“If you aren’t ready-”
“Just hush, okay?” Ava asked.
I rubbed her back as she stood there, poised above my cock that wanted her badly. I was going to let her take this at her pace. This wasn’t my situation to control, even though I got the feeling she wanted me to.
“Help me,” she said breathlessly.
“This is your decision,” I said.
“I’ve made my decision. Just… help me. Guide me. Show me what to do.”
I opened my eyes and found hers staring back at me. I reached down between our bodies and gripped my cock, pushing it right up to her entrance. Her hands clung to me, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulders. I breached her folds for the very first time, feeling her tightness swell around me as she tensed.
I nipped at her ear, relaxing her body as I pushed in a little more. I could feel that tearing. I could feel the droplets of blood dripping down my cock. It rose something primal within me. A protective nature that surged through my veins. I nibbled at her neck and kissed her ear, relaxing her body as I slowly invaded it.
“Oh my gosh,” she said breathlessly. “Holy shit.”
“Almost there,” I said. “You’re doing wonderfully, beautiful.”
She moaned into me, her face dropping into the crook of my neck. My legs were shaking with passion as her body trembled in my lap. I sank her all the way down, her walls expanding around me to fit my thickness within her. I was panting into her skin, trying my best to hold myself back.
But I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name.
“When you move, I’ll move,” I said.
I felt her hips roll into mine and I wrapped my arms around her.
I slid from her body and plunged back in. She groaned into my neck, raising goosebumps all along my skin. I coated my cock in her arousal as it dripped down my balls, soaking into the cushions below us. I grabbed her round ass, feeling its softness in my palms as I thrusted into her again. My rough curls were raking against her clit, shivering her body as she jumped into me.
“Holy hell. Travis. This feels… oh, fuck.”
I grinned as I kissed her shoulder, setting a steady pace. My feet dug into the hardwood floors as my entire body flexed for her. She was hanging onto me, giving the whole of her existence away to me. I felt her innocent light draining into me, fueling my passionate desire to make her cum around my cock. I thrusted deeper into her, rolling my hips so I could reach every part of her. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into me as sweat began to drip down my brow.
I grabbed her hips and guided her movements. Our lips locked together as the tension began to build. I could feel my balls pulling into my body as her pussy fluttered around my dick. She was growing tighter and tighter as she worked my cock, my hands rolling her hips as her hair fluttered around her face. She was perfect. The billboard image of beauty. Her skin was flushed, marked with my nibbles as my toes began to curl.
“It’s happening. Don’t stop. Oh, shit. Travis. Travis. Oh… Tra-!”
She threw her head back as my hands caught her body. Her pussy throbbed around me, pulling me deeper as my balls drew up into my body. Her juices poured all over my lap as I spilled myself within her, marking her walls for the very first time with something she would never forget. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, her legs contracting with her orgasm as her pussy held me within its grasp.
I pulled her back to me, my face planting into her bosom as she collapsed into me.
We sat there for what seemed like hours, my cock seated within her as it slowly began to sleep. Our mingled fluids dripped from her body as the sex-tainted air of the cabin swirled around our heads. I ran my hands up and down her back as she caught her breath against my skin. Her hands held me lovingly. Like a woman would cradle a child as we sat there on my couch.
I felt her breathing evening out as her lips placed lazy kisses upon my skin. I had no idea if she had planned on going home, but she wasn’t heading there tonight. I picked her up within my arms as she wrapped her legs around me. Then I started for my bedroom as our arousal continued to drip down my legs.
I laid her down next to me and went to go get a washcloth to clean us up. Then I crawled in bed next to her, pulled her close, and fell asleep with my face buried in the tresses of her glorious hair.
Seventeen
Ava
My eyes fluttered open as the birds chirping woke me from my slumber. I felt Travis's strong arms around me, pulling me into the breadth of his chest. I rolled over and pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, my leg snaking between his. I could feel his massive girth rubbing against my thigh, and it sparked that telltale heat between my legs again.
I felt like a woman when I was with him. I felt like a woman who had my life under control. I felt compelled to make my own decisions and stand up for myself. To speak my mind and have my own opinions. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and I was thankful to him for it. I was thankful for the getaway he had become during this season of my life. Especially while I was fighting so intensely with my father.
But there was a part of me that wanted more. There was a part of me that didn't want to give this up. That wasn't willing to resign to the fact that this was just a temporary thing at another junction of my life.
As I laid there, my eyes dancing along his sleeping face, I wondered how he felt about all this. Was this just a fling for him? Did he just want to give the virgin a run for her money? Maybe this was nothing for him. Maybe I was simply another encounter for him while my life was out of control. Maybe once I left today, I would never see him again.
The thought brought tears to my eyes as he began to move and awaken.
“Ava?” Travis asked. “Is everything okay?”
I sniffled and nodded my head, trying to turn away from him.
“No, no. Something’s wrong. Talk to me,” he said.
I shook my head, resigning myself to the silence I had become so familiar with as his arms pulled me closer.
“You need to talk to me. Losing your virginity is an emotional thing. I’m here for you,” he said.
“That’s the point,” I said.
“What’s the point?” Travis asked.
“How long are you going to be here for me?”
I turned my head towards him and saw his eyes settle onto mine. He was such a beautiful man, with his long hair and his thick beard and his translucent amber eyes. He had these high cheekbones I could cut glass on and this jawline I could sharpen a sword with. There wasn't a thing about him that wasn't breathtaking, and it only served to make this conversation harder.
“I don’t know,” Travis said.
“At least your answer was honest,” I said flatly.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“Is this just a fling? Or is this something more?” I asked.
My eyes connected with his, but he didn't give me an answer. All he did was rake his eyes up and down my body like he had last night. I pulled the covers up over myself and sat on the edge of his bed, my mind is swirling with all sorts of thoughts. This was just a fling
for him. I could see it in his eyes. Maybe it had been a new experience, taking someone's virginity. But this was serious for me, and he needed to know that.
I felt a connection with him. A connection I’d never had with anyone else in my life. I felt free with him. Happy with him. I didn't feel leashed or controlled or relegated to a particular belief or train of thought. He asked me about things. He wanted to know what I thought about things. He wanted me to voice what was going on in my life.
He seemed like he genuinely wanted to know.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Travis said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell you what you should say. I’ve done that my entire life. It isn’t fun.”
I slid from the edge of the bed, taking the comforter with me. I could hear Travis calling after me as I stepped into the hallway. I needed to get my clothes back on. I needed to put up some sort of barrier between Travis and I again. I had become too vulnerable to quickly and it was going to break my heart if I had to lay there and listen to anymore of his non-committal answers.
I dropped the comforter in the middle of the floor and started putting my clothes on as my purse began to vibrate.
“Can we talk about this?” Travis asked.
I draped my dress over my body as I walked towards my stuff.
“We just did,” I said.
“No, we didn’t. You asked me a question I didn’t expect before I’d even woken up. That isn’t a conversation,” he said.
“Hold on,” I said. “Hello?”
“Ava, it’s Hunter. Where are you?”
“I’m out and about. What’s wrong? You sound frantic,” I said.
“It’s been interesting since you left. You apparently told Dad you went on a date?” he asked.
“So what if I did?” I asked.
“I don’t care, you are your own person. But you need to get home. Dad’s calling a family meeting and he’s expecting you to be there.”
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