Eleven minutes and thirty seconds later, I was watching over the curtain—despite the doctor telling me not to—and holding Hannah’s hand as our son was brought into the world.
***
Present day
“Trav?”
Hannah’s smooth hands sifted through my hair, and I closed my eyes as I pressed a soft kiss to the scar that looked nothing like it did two months ago.
“You sure?”
In answer, I bit the soft swell of her belly, right above her incision, and growled at her.
I didn’t answer her, though. She knew I was sure.
She was trying to give me an out, though.
Little did she know that I didn’t want the out. I didn’t want to be apart anymore, even when we were so close together.
She started to giggle and pushed my head away, playfully forcing me off of her.
She was bare on my desk moments later, her eyes dilated, and her breath causing her breasts to jump.
“God,” I breathed, taking her all in. “You look even more beautiful now than you did the first time I saw you like this.”
I had seen her naked in the hospital, of course, but that time I’d tried my level best not to stare during her vulnerable state. I was glad to know that she didn’t have a very nasty scar, despite my worries to the contrary.
She reached both hands forward to cover her breasts as I took her in, and I growled and leaned over the desk, putting my face level with hers.
“Don’t cover yourself.”
“I’m not comfortable with it all hanging out like this,” she admitted, gesturing to her body with a vague sweep of her hands.
I could tell.
But little did she know that she was turning me on so much that my balls were seriously about to be permanently blue.
“Does it feel like I don’t like the way you look?” I asked, digging my erection into her bare pussy.
She bit her lip and shook her head. “No.”
I grinned and leaned back, taking off my shirt by hooking a single finger in the back of the collar and hunching over while I pulled it from my body.
She watched avidly as I did, her eyes taking everything in all at once.
I didn’t miss the look she gave my crotch shortly after.
“You want my pants off, too?”
She nodded without uttering a word.
I took my belt off and let it fall to the floor, following that up by yanking open the button of my pants.
She moaned low in her throat as the lowered zipper caused my pants to gape, giving her the first good look at my commando state.
The only thing she could really see was the base of my cock and my pubic hair, but it was enough of a glimpse to cause her to bite her lip and stare up at me with a look of pleading in her eyes.
Whether that look was a plea to have me take her, or for her to suck it, I didn’t know.
But I chose to take it as her wanting to suck it, so I walked around the desk and let my jeans fall to the floor.
My cock sprang free only inches from her mouth, causing her to lean forward and capture just the crown in less time than it took for me to get my footing.
Footing that was very important to standing when you had a woman like Hannah sucking on your cock.
The moment her mouth closed over the sensitive tip, I had to reach for the edge of the desk by her head to keep myself from falling on top of her and choking her with it.
Though, the way she was going down on me, up and down the length of my shaft, had me doubting that it would bother her.
Then she moved, allowing her head to fall completely off the desk, and I realized only seconds later what she was after.
“You want me to…”
She pulled off of me. “Fuck my mouth.”
Then she leaned backward again and opened her mouth, inviting me in a way only a woman as sensual as Hannah could do.
The moment that I sank my cock partially inside of her, a rough curse left my lips.
The second time, when she took three quarters of me, another one spilled forth.
“Oh, fuck me.” I squeezed the corner of the desk harder, white knuckling it as I tried to find the ability to breathe.
It was as if she were sucking everything out of me, though, making it to where I couldn’t breathe, let alone think of words to say that didn’t start with the letter F.
“Fuck,” I growled, unsure what I was asking for. “Fuck me.”
My hands dropped down to her bouncing breasts as I fucked her mouth, and suddenly I couldn’t handle it anymore.
I had to be inside of her.
Pulling out of her so abruptly that she gasped in surprise, I rounded the desk and crawled up onto the desk between her legs.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I at first eased inside.
When it was evident that she was just as tight as she’d been the first time, I realized that doing anything slow was out of the question. I hadn’t had sex for a year, and hadn’t jacked off in well over six months. Hence why I slammed inside her.
She gasped and lifted her hips, practically begging me to do anything I could to make the ache between her legs go away.
“Ah, fuck.” I strained my head backward as I felt the warmth of heaven wrapped around my cock. “Jesus Christ, yes.”
The slide in and out of her was so monumental that I couldn’t find words to express the gloriousness of the feeling.
And when she started to ripple around me, signaling her orgasm after only a few strokes on my part, I clutched onto her thigh as it rocked me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Hannah’s nipples pebbled, and more than a drop spilled from her breasts this time.
My eyes were so transfixed on the flow that I didn't realize how close I was to my breaking point until I felt the come boiling in my balls and rising up my shaft.
That was about the time that my phone rang, and I knocked it over.
My orgasm rushed through me, and I cursed as I finally realized exactly what I’d done.
I’d fucked her bare.
Again.
Jesus Christ.
There was just something about Hannah’s pussy that made my mind go blank. Turned me stupid.
Did that stop me from coming inside of her, though? No.
Did it stop me from thinking about how nice it would be to have another kid with her? Again, a big resounding no.
And as each pulse left me in a wet, hot stream and deposited inside of her, I knew that there wasn’t anything in the world I cared about but this. Now. Us. Her.
Not anything.
And even when I heard someone speaking on the phone that’d overturned, I still did nothing.
Chapter 11
Today, be the badass girl you were too lazy to be yesterday.
-Coffee Cup
Hannah
Present day
I hadn’t been sure that I’d ever feel happy again. Not truly.
Sure, I had a son that was my world, and a daughter that was the light of my life. But with all that God had blessed me with, I still wanted more. And that more was the man that had just made love to me on the desk in his office.
We stared at each other, both of us still breathing hard, as we digested what we’d just done.
“Travis…” I hesitated.
He leaned forward, his cock still inside of me, and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “This is one of the best days of my life.”
My world shimmered as tears started to form in my eyes.
“You…”
He closed my mouth with his, stopping the words before they left my lips.
“I’m tired of fighting.”
I blinked, letting the first tear fall.
He kissed it away with his mouth.
“Allegra doesn’t have any place with us anymore.”
Normally I would’ve balke
d at hearing another woman’s name roll off a man’s lips when he was still hard and buried inside of me. But this time? Those words were like music to my ears.
“But Alex…”
He dropped his forehead back to mine.
“I can’t dance to Allegra’s tune anymore,” he told me, blunt honesty written all over his face. “It hurts like my heart is being ripped straight out of my chest, but she’s already done that damage with me and Alex. If there’s anything left, I’ll repair it. But, to be honest, she’s going to have to be older before she understands that I’m not the bad guy.”
“But that could take years!” I cried.
He smiled sadly.
“I’ve done everything right. I’ve paid my child support. Contacted a lawyer. She’s not breaking any of the rules. She’s only filling my child with lies. I’ve tried to get full custody of her, but Allegra’s not technically a bad mother…it’s only in my eyes—and likely yours—that she’s doing anything ‘bad.’ No court in the state of Texas will take her away from Allegra.”
I knew that.
It hurt, but I knew that.
I knew it well.
I’d watched Travis struggle with the fact over the last year, and each time his daughter said that she hated him, it broke something inside of me.
“Trav…”
He kissed me breathless. “I’ll still get her. I’ll see her. I’ll try my hardest…but I’ll do it with you at my side.”
Those words had been the ones that I wanted to hear…I just didn’t like that he’d had to hit rock bottom with his daughter to say them.
I thought that those words would never come. That I’d never see the end.
And now that he was telling me everything that I wanted to hear, I wasn’t sure that I could trust them.
It’d been a long time, but this last year, with Travis only giving half of himself to me, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever find a way to be happy again.
And now that it was within sight, I wasn’t sure that I could trust it.
But I owed it to my kids to try.
I owed it to myself.
I deserved happiness.
And, so did Travis.
“Travis?”
Someone knocked on the door, and I froze.
“Who is that?” I hissed.
“The receptionist I hired last week. The one that has the hots for every man in the office.” He reminded me of what he’d told me last week.
He’d said that she was a young girl with stars in her eyes, and dreams of snagging herself a man.
Well, this was one man that she wouldn’t be snagging.
“Get up,” I told him, patting his shoulder.
He did, pulling out seconds later.
I winced at the wet feeling, but wasn’t alarmed. At my six-week exam, I had an IUD placed. Granted, I hadn’t thought that I was going to use it as fast as I had, which was a mere two weeks from when I’d had it put in, but it was what it was.
And I was glad that I got it.
As much as I loved my son and daughter, having kids was a huge pain in the ass when you had to work full time to support yourself.
Before I could so much as roll up on Travis’ desk, I found myself hoisted up by the hips and placed on my sock-covered feet.
I wiggled my toes and looked at the hole that was in one sock, right above my middle toe, and winced.
Today hadn’t been about looking sexy.
I was tired, exhausted, and had TJ’s two-month checkup—which was why I was off of work at all.
Today’s visit to Hail Auto Recovery had been about telling Travis how TJ had practically bounded to the top of the growth and height charts at the doctors, and it had turned into this.
Not that I wasn’t happy with where it had gone, because I sure as hell was. And so was my vagina.
But damn, if I’d known, I would’ve worn something sexier than what I had.
Speaking of clothes, my shirt smacked me in my face, and my yoga pants hit me somewhere below the waist and fell to my feet.
I glared at the man that’d thrown them at me, and reached down to snap my bra back into place.
That was when I saw the mess that I’d made.
Well, fuck.
There was breast milk all over my chest, and still leaking out, might I add.
But, with nothing else to do, I closed the bra anyway, thankful that I had those little cup things in that caught all the overflow, and shrugged into my shirt.
I was just reaching for my panties that were tangled in my pants when the door was pushed open.
“I’m tired of waiting, Travis Hail.”
I froze behind Travis’ desk, so very thankful that it was one of those huge ones that blocked everything—otherwise The Devil—also known as Travis’ ex-wife—would’ve gotten more than she bargained for.
Here we go.
Travis’ words were about to be put to the test a lot sooner than he’d thought.
The moment that her eyes came to a rest on me, I dropped my hands in hopes of hiding my nearly naked state.
“Hello, Allegra.” I smiled, wondering if my hair was a mess.
It probably was.
It hadn’t been all that great to begin with thanks to the fact that my straightener pooped out that morning. In my hurry to get out the door, I’d thrown it up into a braid and called it done.
I could feel wisps around my face, and I knew that I looked a little unkempt.
Hopefully, though, I didn’t look sexed up like I was feeling.
Then I started to worry.
The room had to smell like sex. Jizz had a distinct smell, and sometimes so did a vagina.
But then I remembered the fan that was in the corner of the room, always running.
Travis couldn’t function without a fan—something about him hating stale, stagnant air.
When I’d gone to ask him about always having one pointed at him, he’d only shrugged saying that it was a comfort thing. However, thanks to whatever phobia he wouldn’t talk about, I knew that the room wouldn’t smell too bad.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” she hissed.
My brows rose, and I decided to take a seat in the chair and scoot up underneath the desk just in case she came any further into the room. If she did, she’d see that I wasn’t currently wearing pants, and I wasn’t sure how that would go down due to how much Allegra already disliked me.
“Allegra.”
Travis’ words had a bite to them that I’d never heard him use with her before.
I kinda liked it!
“Well, you’re the asshole that invited me here. How about you tell me why you called?” She dismissed me completely, not bothering to wait for me to answer her.
Travis, who I now saw, was completely dressed.
Guess that was a plus to our hurried frenzy moments earlier.
Thank God.
“Actually, I called to tell you that we needed to talk about the visitation schedule coming up,” he said. “With summer coming, I’d like to discuss taking Alex for a full month stretch. Allowing you to have her the complete month of July. I want to go camping in the RV with my parents, and I’d really like to take her with me.”
I’d get up and leave if I wouldn’t draw attention to myself. I was fairly positive Allegra would notice that I was half naked.
Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I was now dripping with him.
“Absolutely not,” Allegra growled. “She will not spend a month straight with you. There’s no telling how she’ll act when she comes back from that.”
Or how much better she’ll act, but who was I to say anything?
“I heard that your father will be leaving for Europe in July. You were wanting to go with him.”
Allegra didn’t say anything to that.
“You’re not allowed to take her out of the state without my permission,” Travis continued on. “And I won’t be g
iving that if you don’t allow me to have her for the full month that we’re camping.”
Allegra looked like she’d stuck her tongue into something vile.
“Will she be there?”
Allegra’s words were curt, and I wanted to throat punch her.
“No,” I denied. “I need to work to pay my bills. I can’t just take a month off,” I snapped, hating her with every freakin’ ounce of my body.
If there were a word that was more severe than despise, or loathe, then that would be what I felt for the woman.
That vindictive, only caring about herself, woman.
Allegra didn’t have to work to pay her bills. Travis did it for her. Alimony in the form of six hundred dollars a month, not to mention six hundred dollars a month in child support.
Though, I guess I should be more thankful that it wasn’t more. Travis had been to court eight months ago when Allegra had decided that twelve hundred dollars a month wasn’t enough for her to live on—despite living with her parents and not having to pay a single thing—unlucky for her, she’d ended up having her alimony reduced from twelve hundred bucks a month to six hundred. Then, when she wasn’t satisfied with the court’s orders, she’d tried to get more child support. That time, there was a woman judge that was known to side with the woman on most cases, and the child support went from three hundred forty a month to four hundred.
So, he’d received a tally for the win column, and a tally for the loss column. Regardless, he still had to pay her money each month that she didn’t deserve, especially when she was living somewhere that didn’t require a rent check every month. She had a fairly new car that was paid off, also. Travis bought all of Alex’s clothes—which I would know since I bought them at the same time as I bought Reggie’s clothes. Though, Travis paid me back for it ninety nine percent of the time.
So no, she really had no expenses and had no clue what it was like to have to work for a living seeing as she hadn’t worked a day in her life.
Her father had supported her from the day she was born to the day she turned twenty-two, and Travis had done it after that. When they’d gotten divorced, Allegra had moved straight back into her parents’ house, and Travis still cut her checks every month.
I, on the other hand, had lived by myself for four years before I’d met my ex, and then when we divorced two years after Reggie was born, I’d lived by myself since.
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