by Gina Kincade
Chapter Eight
Travis
I looked at her in wonder, staring, daydreaming... marveling at how such a beautiful woman was alone in a bedroom with me.
My heart picked up pace, hammering in my chest as she began to undress. I could tell she was trying to act confident and could only hope my reaction would fuel the sexy fire in her. I tried to act cool, to keep my composure while I watched, enraptured with her beauty. She started slow, first by lifting her shirt up over her head, which stretched her body into one of the sexiest poses I’d ever seen. Long, slender limbs stretched before me until the fabric hit the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Standing before me was the sexiest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Her nipples, bare and perky, were there for the taking.
I walked over to her and put my hands gently on her waist just as she reached for me, obviously wanting my shirt to join hers on the floor. My bold movements must’ve startled her a bit, but she quickly recovered with a smile.
Looking into her eyes, I brushed the back of my hand ever so slightly against the soft expanse of her cheek and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Dani.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to put my lips to hers. I had to taste her, feel her warmth upon me. It was like I was drawn to her like a magnet—a moth to a flame—I was Icarus flying too close to the sun and there was nothing I could do to avoid being burned now.
With what seemed like an electric current pouring through me, I kissed her. Passion had built up in me so strong, it consumed me, overpowering my actions and taking her with me to the depths of my soul. I’d dreamed of this moment for what seemed like a lifetime, and now it was finally coming true.
Grabbing the back of her legs, I lifted her up, never removing my lips from hers. I could feel every breath pulling in and out of her lungs. I could sense every beat of her frantic heart. I was aware of every inch of her smooth, sensitive skin. With careful consideration, I walked slowly toward her bed and placed her gently on the plush surface.
She looked up at me, her face flush with arousal, as I began to unbutton her shorts and pull them from her hips, panties and all. God, I wanted to taste every inch of her, feel her warmth beneath my lips. But for now, I chose her lips, needing to feel the softness of hers against mine once more.
With a quickness I never knew I had in me, I stripped down, discarding my clothes on the floor next to hers in a heap of a mess, and lowered myself on top of her. Skin to skin, we melded together like we were meant for each other, two puzzle pieces perfectly made for one another in every way imaginable.
Her mouth brushed against mine, nipping at my lips in the most seductive way, earning a groan from me. She knew how to torture me, and I loved it.
Although I wasn’t sure I wanted to, I took my mouth off hers and made my way down her body toward her breasts. I needed to get a taste of them.
I first covered her right nipple with my mouth, relishing in the feel of how it hardened, reacting to my touch. She bowed beneath me, her body involuntarily begging for more as she reached down between us and wrapped her fingers around my length.
Looking up from my little slice of heaven among her breasts, I noticed her gaze upon me. Her eyes were pleading for me to enter her, to satiate her every need. Pulling away from her nipple marginally, I tutted, pecking my way along her breastbone with a small smile. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Her moan pierced the silence around us as she threw her head back, her hands fisting the blankets on the bed. I delighted in her reaction while I continued my assault on her left nipple, sucking along with an occasional tongue flicker. I loved the way she felt on my tongue—so soft, so sweet.
Using my upper body strength, I climbed my way up her body, licking along the expanse of her neck as I went. I could feel her muscles tremble beneath me and couldn’t help but smile at the thought I was the one who affected her so.
With my lips close to her ear, I whispered, “God, you’re perfect,” before continuing to nibble on her neck, never breaking our connection long enough for her to respond with words. I wanted her to know this moment was all about her. The only response I needed was for her to scream my name as she climaxed.
I could tell she was expecting me to enter her—that it was finally time for me to slide inside her slick heat. But instead, I took things slow, moving down her body and raining each inch of her with kisses, just like I’d promised myself I would do.
Her ribs, her hips, her stomach... all received my attention, her body undulating beneath my touch. Using my hands, I gently ran my fingers up her inner thigh and spread her legs, begging for her to allow me the honor of tasting her there.
Finding her clit, I feathered it with my tongue just like I had with her nipples minutes before. She let a long, sensual moan escape as I began licking faster, tasting her pussy.
Sucking her throbbing clit into my mouth, I held it there for a few seconds of pure pleasure, relishing in the feel of her muscles tightening. I could sense she was about to let go, her body quivering beneath me.
With the feel of her climax on the brink of exploding in my arms, I picked up the pace, licking even faster than before. I wasn’t going to stop until I made her scream in the throes of passion.
Quickly, I stuck two fingers inside her, lifting up on her pelvic bone in the process. She nearly put her head in the mattress, a seductive moan shattering from her lips with the sudden change of sensations.
Her orgasm hit her, overpowering all her senses, causing her pussy to squirt into my mouth. She tasted divine, and it was all the control I could muster not to flip her over and ravage her right then. Watching, feeling her achieve her climax, was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
Lifting her head, she could barely breathe as she found enough air to say, “Fuck me... now!”
With a satisfied smile on my face, I made my way up her body, not wasting any time before plunging my rock-hard dick into her. She was so wet, so ready for me, I slid in with ease, pulling back out and plummeting in once again. The yelp I earned from her was nothing short of heavenly.
I then settled on top of her, putting my elbows against her shoulders for leverage, cradling her head with my left hand. She was so responsive, and my cock hardened even more with each new sound she made. Thrusting myself even deeper, I kissed her, swallowing her disjointed moans and loving the idea I was the one to make her scream.
My pace started slow. I wanted to enjoy the feel of her warmth, the softness of her pussy against my length. Sucking at her neck while I went in and out, I gradually increased my rhythm, sensing she was likely going to come again as she began to tighten and tremble around me.
A faster pace was likely going to backfire on me as I could feel my own climax building quicker than I’d like. I wanted this to be special for her. I wanted her to come again, to explode around me in ways she’d never done before. Yet here I was, about to wave the white flag, surrendering before she even had a chance to feel what I was capable of.
It was now a race to see who would come first.
With her moans coming a bit louder than before, I knew she was close. But my dick was getting that tingling feeling and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer—I knew it was going to happen soon. I either needed to back off and risk ruining her impending orgasm, or I would have to come.
And Christ, she felt amazing. There was no way I could stop... no way I could back off now. I needed her more than I needed my next breath. I needed to fill her completely, claim her, and show her that she now belonged to me.
I could no longer hold it back as my abs tightened like I’d done one hundred sit-ups. My face probably had a grimace on it that looked like I was in pain, but in reality, I was far from it.
This was the most pleasure I’d felt in my entire life. And it was all because of the beautiful woman beneath me.
I knew I didn’t want to stop and leave her so close, so I kept moving, kept fucking her. I knew if I kept mo
ving fast, I’d have a bit more time to make her come. I needed to hear her climax—needed to see her face as she came around me—needed to feel her pussy tighten around my overly sensitive dick.
Lifting myself up on the bed like I was doing a push-up, I thrust into her as hard and fast as I could, hoping the new position would hit just the right spot she needed. Sweat was dripping off me in waves, but it didn’t matter. We were both already soaked beyond belief.
Her moan pierced the room, the loud, “Ohh!” signaling she was finally letting go. With her eyes closed and her mouth opened, she dug her nails into my biceps and climaxed, her body trembling beneath me. I could feel her pussy weeping around my cock, the warmth and pulsing so gratifying, it could almost stimulate me for a second round.
The look of her reaching such untold heights was far beyond any gratification I’d ever experienced in my life. She was so beautiful. I could spend eternity pleasing her and my life would be fulfilled beyond measure.
When she finally came down from her post-climactic high, she brought her eyes to mine and graced me with a wide grin. Still breathing heavy, she gave me a small but sexy giggle and said, “So, that happened.”
“Yes, it did,” I said, while still seated comfortably inside her, my hard-on softening as we spoke.
“Why did it take so long for us to hook up?” she asked, a slight moan escaping her as I pulled out to grab a towel.
“Because, I’m a dumbass,” I said honestly. “I should’ve fought for you.” I really didn’t know what else to say. I had no idea the beautiful woman next to me was still interested after turning me down in Georgia. Why it took me so long to make my second move in the first place was just dumbassery at its finest.
“Well, I don’t have to wait that long for it to happen again, do I?” she asked, her eyes dancing with amusement while I toweled her beautiful body off.
“Hmm,” I said, propping myself up on an elbow and pretending to ponder life’s deepest wonders. “What are you doing in about an hour?”
My joke earned me an adorable slap to the chest and an amazingly sexy kiss.
Chapter Nine
Danielle
“Dani,” a disembodied voice said, waking me from the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages. “Danielle!”
Bolting upright, I tried to assess my surroundings. Even though I was in my own bed, I was thrown by the warm body pressed against me... until I remembered...
“Travis,” I whispered. Pushing at him, I tried to wake the sleeping giant. “Trav, wake up.”
He didn’t stir and took the idiom sleeping like a rock to a whole new level.
“Dani,” the voice said again, and this time, I realized it was Dylan using the intercom. He hardly ever used it.
“Shit,” I muttered, springing out of bed and frantically finding something to throw on my naked body.
With stealth, I ran to his room, a bit freaked out as to why he would need me when he was clearly not having a nightmare.
“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as I entered his room. “We really should put the intercom in Travis’ room.”
A lot of good that would’ve done him tonight, but he didn’t need to know that.
“It’s okay. What’s up?” My brow crinkled with confusion as I asked him what he needed. He looked fine.
“The muscles in my back are really seizing up. I can’t get up to go take a piss. I’m not sure what the fuck is wrong. I just know I’m in pain,” he explained, the defeat clear in his voice. “Can you go get Travis for me?”
Considering Travis was sleeping like the dead warmed over, I tried to placate Dylan for a bit and see if it was something I could help with.
“You sure I can’t help you up? Maybe once you get moving, it’ll be okay.”
“Naw, I just... could you please just go get him?” A tear rolled down his face and he immediately wiped it away, ashamed of showing any sort of emotion.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.” I hurried, unsure of just how urgent the situation was. It wasn’t like him to need one of us for something as simple as getting to the bathroom. The idea he seemed so desperate for help really had me worried.
Rushing into my room, I flipped the light on right away in an attempt to wake the dead—also known as Travis.
“Travis, I need you, dude,” I said at normal volume—neither whispering, nor yelling. When he didn’t stir, I shook him, his heavy muscles making it hard for me to even budge him a little bit. “Damn it, Trav, wake up!”
I wasn’t making any headway, and it made me wonder just how the man got up on time while he was in the military.
I realized there was one thing I hadn’t tried...
Carefully, I bent over and kissed him. Maybe a damn kiss would break sleeping beauty’s spell. And it worked! Within moments, the man woke up, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me down to him.
“Mmm,” I mumbled against his lips, pushing at his chest to break the connection. “Finally, you’re awake. Dylan needs you.”
“What?” he said, the look in his eyes obviously clouded with sleep. “Oh, damn. You had a hard time waking me, huh?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “A hard time is putting it mildly. If you weren’t breathing, I would’ve thought you were dead.”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, scratching his head. “So, what’s up?”
“Dylan—he’s having trouble getting out of bed and he won’t let me help him. Can you please go check on him? He’s worrying me.”
My words filled his expression with urgency, and he sprang out of bed, putting his clothes on faster than I thought any guy his size could. I stayed behind, knowing Dylan didn’t want me around.
While I was worried about my brother, my mind wandered to Travis and the intense connection we had. I could only hope he wouldn’t say anything to Dylan... not yet anyway. I needed to assess how my brother would react before we broke the news to him. Then again, I also needed to figure out exactly what was going on with us before I took it that far. If Travis didn’t want me for anything other than sex, then we’d really need to have a come-to-Jesus meeting.
It seemed like only minutes later that Travis came back into my room, his face filled with what looked like sorrow.
“Is he okay?” I asked while nearly bouncing out of my bed with worry as I sat upright in an instant.
“Yeah, he’s fine. He was just embarrassed. For whatever reason, his muscles seized up and he couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time.”
“You mean...?”
Nodding, he said, “Yeah. He’s in my bed for now until we can clean up his mattress tomorrow.”
“Oh, damn.” There was really nothing I could say. My brother hadn’t really had an issue getting to the bathroom on his own. The shower, he needed help with because it was difficult for him to climb in and out, but getting up and going to the pisser really hadn’t been a problem.
“We need a better way for him to call for me if he needs help. I mean, his night terrors wake me up without a problem, but I usually can’t get back to sleep after that. If he can have a calm way of getting my attention, then we won’t have these issues.” Rubbing the buzz cut on his head, he sat beside me on the bed.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I agreed. “If he’s in your bed, where are you sleeping?”
“I told him I’d sleep on the couch for now.”
Disappointment covered my face. I really hoped he’d continue sleeping with me. After all, until Dylan called for me, it was the most restful night’s sleep I’d gotten in a while.
“Don’t worry. I plan to stay in here with you as long as you’ll have me,” he said while he bent over and kissed my neck, sending chill bumps all the way down my body.
“Think Dylan will catch us?” I asked. I knew it was stupid, but I always managed to find something to worry about.
“Well, number one, he’s still having a hard time moving around on his own. Also, are you ashamed of what’s going on between us?” he said, his
voice getting higher like he was nervous to even ask such a question.
I shook my head, wishing he couldn’t see the blush coating the skin of my cheeks. “Definitely not ashamed. Worried about what he’ll say? How he’ll react? Yep. But shame has nothing to do with my worries. Hell, I’m surprised a girl like me could even turn the head of a guy like you.”
“What does that mean?” he questioned, not unkindly. “Don’t you realize how gorgeous you are? Not to mention you’re a pleasure to spend time with.”
“Gorgeous?” I snorted, ridiculing his choice of words. “I’m not blind to the fact that I’m overweight, Travis.”
Staring at me, he looked deep into my eyes, never taking his gaze off me as he reached out and touched my face, his fingers grazing along my sensitive skin.
“You seem to be completely oblivious to how irresistible you are,” he said before softly placing a kiss against the tip of my nose.
A heavy breath escaped me in that moment, my body feeling like it could float away upon his sweet words. He sure was a charmer.
“C’mon. Let’s just get some sleep. We both have work in the morning.” Settling back in my bed, he pulled the covers aside and held his arm out for me expectantly.
Confidence settling over me that my brother was okay and that I was in good hands, I didn’t hesitate to make myself comfortable in the crook of his arm, relishing in the feel of his hold around me.
IT SEEMED LIKE I’D just closed my eyes when I heard a loud bang, causing me to sit upright in an instant. There in my bedroom doorway was my brother.
Frozen in place, I couldn’t think of what to say. I didn’t want Dylan to find out this way, yet here I was, caught red handed.
“Travis,” I whispered, pushing at the blankets beside me.
“What? No, it’s Dylan,” my brother said, the sound of confusion in his voice.
Looking beside me, I noticed Travis was gone. He wasn’t anywhere to be found in my room. Here I was, worried we’d been caught, and Travis had snuck out before I woke up.
