All or Nothing (Black River Bend Book 1)
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Preacher was groaning in moments.
“Stay still.” Preacher ordered.
Travis held his mouth open, as Preacher thrust in and out of him. He pulled out moments later, his cock rock hard. His balls tightened against his body.
“Need to fuck you now,” Preacher said.
He’d never been good at words. Preacher wished he could say something romantic but screw it. Travis also knew what kind of man he was. Words weren’t needed.
“How do you want me?” Travis asked.
Preacher thumbed away the pearl-like droplets that lingered on the corner of Travis’ mouth.
“Get on fours. I want to take you deep and hard.” He commanded.
Travis’ pupils dilated, his bottom lip quivered with want. “Okay.”
Preacher reached for his pants and pulled out the condom he slid into his wallet earlier that evening. “You got lube?” He asked.
“By the bed stand. Next to the lamp,” Travis answered.
Preacher found the bottle. He let out a ‘tsk’. “You like to play with yourself while I’m not around, baby?”
“I think of you whenever I masturbate. Always. Even back when I was alone in my tiny apartment in the city.”
Preacher was pleased by Travis’ response. When he turned around, he saw Travis had gotten into position. Travis looked real good, his lean body slick with sweat, his tight little ass facing Preacher. Travis was practically offering himself to Preacher.
Preacher walked behind him. He positioned himself between Travis’s legs. He ran his hand down the curve of Travis’ left ass cheek. Preacher gave him a smack, the sound echoing through the room. Travis jumped.
“You ready to be ridden, baby?” Preacher asked. “Because there’s no going back from this.”
Chapter 8
“Hell, yeah.” Travis shouldn’t sound so eager but shame flew out the window a long time ago.
He couldn’t believe they were finally doing it in his room of all places. Travis had concocted a plan before Preacher came over. Seduce Preacher during dinner with food and some witty conversation, before taking things to the next level in the living room.
Travis wanted Preacher to avoid seeing his geeky den if possible, but it looked like he had nothing to worry about. Unlike the other guys he dated in the past, Preacher didn’t want to change a single thing about him. Preacher accepted all of him.
Preacher gave his other ass cheek a slap and Travis groaned. He didn’t understand why his cock hardened at that little gesture.
“No more playing with yourself,” Preacher said, reaching between his legs to cup his balls. Then Preacher squeezed his cock. “Because from now onwards, your cock, your balls, this sweet ass of yours, your entire body belongs to me.”
Damn. Travis nearly unloaded all his cum just at those words. He didn’t think he’d ever be into possessive men before but he’d make one exception for Preacher. To Travis, Preacher had always been the one. He’d pined for Preacher so long, for what felt like most of his life. It was hard to believe Preacher was finally going to claim him in the most intimate way possible.
“I’m yours. Always been,” he whispered.
He heard Preacher uncapping the bottle. Preacher used his foot to spread his legs further apart. He groaned when Preacher worked one wet finger inside his hole, then added another. He gripped the wooden boards as Preacher began widening him for access.
“Do it, take me.” The words slipped out of his mouth easily.
Travis blushed. When it came to relationships, he never took the lead, never demanded. Here he was, offering both his body and heart on a platter.
“Be patient. I’m not exactly small.” Preacher reminded him.
Travis licked his lips. “Oh, I know.”
He could already envision Preacher sliding his big, meaty cock right inside his ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you. This is our first time together. It has to be good.”
Travis always thought a man like Preacher would just take what he wanted. Spending more time with Preacher made him realize Preacher had a secret and sweet side to him—a side Preacher wouldn’t show to just anyone else.
Preacher finally pulled his digits out. He heard a ripping sound, probably Preacher opening the condom and putting it on. Preacher guided his cock into Travis’ puckered entrance. Preacher gripped his ass and penetrated him. Travis groaned as an ache started. Preacher didn’t just shove his way brutally inside Travis. Preacher went slow and easy. Travis breathed in and out, forcing his inner ass muscles to relax, to accommodate Preacher’s girth.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me,” Preacher said, petting his ass.
Preacher rested his balls against the curve of his ass, fully sheathed inside him. Travis was grateful Preacher hadn’t rushed anything, that he took preparations seriously. Preacher started to rut him, strokes sure and fast. The initial flare of pain he felt, instantly disappeared. Ecstasy held Travis’ entire body captive as Preacher started pounding his ass faster, deeper.
His bedroom fell away from his line of sight. Travis felt like he’d been transported elsewhere. Somewhere magical, where the two of them only existed. Each time Preacher plunged his dick inside him, it felt like Preacher was breaching his most intimate places. Travis could almost feel his soul slipping out of his skin, reaching for Preacher’s own.
Travis’ one experience with sex had been disappointing but with Preacher, it was mind-blowing. So this was what it felt like, to lose himself completely to another human being. For those few moments, they were intimately and profoundly bound. Travis never wanted this to end.
Travis gasped as Preacher brushed against his prostate. He arched his back, let out a cry as Preacher kept hitting it repeatedly.
“You close, baby?” Preacher asked in a harsh voice.
“Yeah.” Travis couldn’t say anything else.
Preacher shoved his hand between his legs, then squeezed the tip of his dick. Time halted. Travis’ mind splintered, it felt like he was flying, soaring through the clouds. He came, screaming out Preacher’s name.
“YOU SURE YOU’RE READY?” Travis asked Preacher in the locker room just minutes before Preacher’s big fight.
Kurt finished wrapping tape over Preacher’s left knuckles and proceeded to do his right. Preacher looked at Travis. His boyfriend looked worried as hell, although he didn’t need to be.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered.
A week had passed since they first had sex. After that night, they both agreed Preacher needed to focus on his fight. Preacher spent all his time training but Travis and he still ate lunch and dinner together.
In the past, all Preacher used to care about winning. Fighting always gave him an unbelievable surge of adrenaline. Being in the ring felt like being on drugs but things change. Preacher knew Travis didn’t like him to continue fighting. Good thing they were on the same page.
“Travis, you shouldn’t be in here. You’re a distraction,” Kurt said, done with both of Preacher’s knuckles. His gloves came next.
Preacher put his hands in them and told his best friend, “Kurt, chill. I want him here. Besides, Travis doesn’t like to watch.”
Travis would remain in this locker room until the fight was over. Travis once told him he could never stand seeing Kurt or his father being beaten up in the ring. Violence made Travis’ stomach queasy. Preacher wouldn’t force Travis to watch him get hammered by another boxer.
Kurt finally looked at his brother and said, “He’ll be fine. He’s tough as nails.”
“You can say that. All you care about is Preacher giving you some publicity. After Reyes, who’s he going to fight next?” Travis demanded.
“Hey,” Preacher said. Standing up, he pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug. Travis was tense all over but he soon relaxed in Preacher’s arms. “I agreed to do one fight. After this, I’m done.”
“You certain about that?” Kurt asked him. They’d discussed this beforehand. “You’re
in top form, still have years to go.”
Preacher shook his head. “I want a future with Travis. I can’t come back home all bruised up and with broken bones.”
While Travis was growing up, he’d patched up his dad, Kurt, and sometimes Preacher. Preacher knew Travis hated the task but he did it anyway because his dad couldn’t afford a hospital visit. Preacher didn’t want that future for Travis. Sure, he made good money on fights. Boxing was all he’d known but Preacher had started looking at other employment options. He was pretty decent with his hands, so he was looking into construction.
Kurt actually smiled at that. “That’s a wise decision. I’ll go on ahead. Once the announcer calls your name, you know the drill.”
He gave Kurt a nod. Preacher relaxed his hold. Travis turned in his arms to look up at him. “You mean it? You’re quitting? Please don’t tell me you’re just doing it for me. I don’t want to ever hold you back from your dreams. I’ll be right next to you, your biggest supporter. I can travel.”
Preacher knew Travis would make good on that promise. Travis was just that kind of person.
“I’ve been thinking about leaving the game even before I returned to Black River Bend,” Preacher admitted. “Back then, I didn’t know what I wanted to do next, but then you entered the picture. Fate led me back here for a reason. I’ve started apartment hunting. Kurt’s helping me out but I could use your input...”
Travis widened his eyes. “Oh my God, Preacher. That’s a huge step.”
Preacher nodded. Travis would understand what a big deal it was for him. For a nomad who refused to put down roots, here he was, finally settling down. Preacher hadn’t been back in town long but he already knew what he wanted.
“I’m serious about us. Will you help me pick our place instead of Kurt?” He asked.
Travis kissed him on the mouth then pulled away.
“Hell yes,” Travis paused. “You’re asking me to move in with you. I didn’t misinterpret that, right?”
Preacher nodded. “It's about time we get a place on our own.”
Travis squeezed his arm. “Okay. Go out there and knock Reyes out of the ring.”
He laughed. “Win or lose, it doesn’t matter. We managed to reel in a huge crowd, didn’t we? It’s all thanks to you. You did a great job promoting this fight and Kurt’s mentioned we’ll probably recover the losses from rescheduling the fight.”
“Stop,” Travis said, blushing. “Kurt was right. I am distracting you. I don’t like to watch two men beating up each other but I do want my boyfriend to win. I want to brag about you, you know?”
“Alright then. This victory will be for you,” Preacher said. He couldn’t stop smiling.
Travis nudged him sharply in the shoulder just as the announcer called out his name.
“I’ll see you in a bit, baby,” Preacher said, stealing a kiss from Travis, before waltzing out of the locker room.
Chapter 9
Hearing the roar of the crowd outside the locker room, Travis was tempted to take a peek. He could turn the TV on. The local station was covering the fight. Travis put his fisted hands over his lap and breathed in and out.
No. He didn’t watch fights.
Which round was Preacher on? Third? Fourth? Travis didn’t keep count. Before Preacher left for the ring, he sure dropped a bomb on Travis. Amazing news. After this, they could sit down and talk about their future. Travis wouldn’t stop Preacher if he still wanted to fight but he had the sense that quitting had been on Preacher’s mind for a long time now.
Privately, Travis was glad. Kurt stopped fighting because he injured his left shoulder years ago. Travis didn’t want to see the two most important men in his life get hurt over time. The announcer was talking again. The crowd was cheering. Who won?
Travis ran to the door. Screw it. For once he wasn’t going to sit idly by and wait for the outcome. He wanted to see Preacher.
The door swung open and his heart leaped, expecting to see Preacher with that familiar cocky grin on his face. Travis halted. It wasn’t Preacher. It was the last person on earth he wanted to see. With his carefully arranged gold hair and his ten thousand dollar suit, Miles Richards looked out of place in this gym, in this town.
“Hello, Travis.” Miles looked him up and down and his lips curved, to one of distaste.
Travis was wearing a hoodie, an old shirt underneath with the Hulk printed over it, and ratty jeans and sneakers. Every time Miles looked at him like that, he felt small and insignificant. Not anymore. To hell with Miles.
“You look awful. Small town life not treating you well?” Miles asked. The pompous bastard gave the locker room a look, then turned up his nose. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”
“No way. How did you even find me?” He demanded.
“Cindy has loose lips,” Miles said with a shrugged.
Cindy was his ex-colleague, another programmer who sat left of his cubicle. Travis remembered telling her he was heading back to Black River Bend on his last day of work. Travis doubted she meant him any ill will but he remembered Cindy was a horrible gossip.
“Then I found out your quaint little town’s hosting some big fight. This gym’s owned by your family,” Miles remarked.
Travis scoffed. Of course. Miles had money. Why was he shocked Miles managed to track him down? Miles probably paid someone else or used an intern at work to do all the legwork for him.
“Why bother coming here?” He asked. “We have nothing to talk about. Leave. Excuse me.”
Travis reached for the doorknob but Miles gripped his shoulder. Hard. Travis frowned, looking back at Miles. Miles outweighed him by maybe twenty pounds. Miles went to the gym three times a week and he lifted weights—but he had nothing on Preacher. Travis couldn’t believe he used to be scared of this man.
“I came all the way here to talk to you. Stop being rude,” Miles said, his pleasant demeanor peeling away to reveal his true sinister self underneath. “I want you back at the studio, Travis. You’re irreplaceable. The Blue Cube project’s falling apart and I miss you.”
He shoved Miles’ hand away but the asshole gripped his wrist and narrowed his eyes. His pulse shot up. Every muscle in his body froze in place. He couldn’t move. Travis became all too aware of the fact it was just the two of them in the locker room. If Preacher won, then he was still out there, being swamped by the crowd and the local media. Kurt would probably be with him.
“Let go, Miles,” he said.
The old Travis would’ve cowered back and given into Miles’ demands. He’d been so terrified of this man, of losing his dream job that Travis lost himself along the way. Being back in Black River Bend and going out with Preacher reminded Travis he wasn’t just some geeky loser.
“When did you get a spine, Travis?” Miles yanked him forcefully close.
Their bodies touched. Repulsed, Travis tried to pull away but Miles held his arm like a pincer. Miles pushed his face into his and licked at his cheek. The pervert.
“Go fuck yourself.”
Travis had been caught off-guard earlier but his senses returned to him. He executed the move Preacher taught him recently. He slammed the heel of his palm right into Miles’ privates. Miles howled, letting him go. Travis ran to the door, heart beating fast but Preacher was standing right there.
His boyfriend looked mad as hell. He was sweaty, covered in blood and bruises. The champion belt was tossed over his left shoulder. Preacher touched his shoulder. Just that one gesture, beat back all of his fears.
“Who the hell are you?” Miles demanded.
Miles backed away when Preacher approached him. Preacher still had his gloves on and there was blood crusting on them. Preacher cornered Miles against the lockers. Miles had nowhere else to go. Travis’ heart was in his throat. Preacher looked ready to murder Miles. There was nothing but rage in his eyes.
“Travis’ boyfriend. Let me guess. You’re Miles,” Preacher said.
“Stay back, beast. I’m only warning you once.”
Miles slumped against the lockers. Preacher raised his fist again but Travis was there, gripping his arm.
“Preacher, you knocked him out with one punch,” he said. “He’s unconscious.”
Footsteps made Travis turn around. It was Kurt. Sweat dripped down Kurt’s blow.
“Security told me he saw some unidentified guy heading towards the locker room on camera.” Kurt looked at them, then at Miles, who was unconscious on the ground. Blood covered Miles’ face. It looked bad.
“Only broke his nose,” Preacher said. “Fucker deserves much more.”
“Miles?” Kurt asked him.
Travis nodded. “He said he managed to track me here because my ex-colleague Cindy mentioned I was heading back to my hometown. Plus, Miles has money, so it was easy for him.”
“What did he want?” Preacher asked.
“My help on a project’s that falling apart. He also wanted me but knowing him, he just wants someone to kick around, to manipulate,” Travis said.
Kurt’s face darkened. His brother looked like he wanted to kill Miles as well.
Preacher pulled him into his arms. Preacher was bloody, sweaty but he didn’t care. He felt so much safer with Preacher standing next to him.
“He’ll never hurt you again,” Preacher told him.
“We’ll hand him to the police,” Kurt said. “The local sheriff’s an old pal. He’ll let Preacher and me give him another good scare.”
“Kurt,” he said, shocked.
“Don’t worry. We’ll just let him off with a warning,” Preacher said, looking at him in the eyes. “I promise we’ll leave him in one piece.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “I forgot to tell you congratulations. I knew you’d win.”