Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  Part of me was sad he was gone, yet part of me was relieved my brother didn’t have to find out by catching us together. I still wasn’t confident we should tell him anyway. Who was to say Travis wasn’t full of shit? Who was to say it would even work out between us?

  “Your alarm was going off and you didn’t get up, so I thought I’d come in here and wake you,” Dylan said as he stood propped up on crutches. “Sorry I kept you from sleeping last night, but you gotta get up.”

  With that, he turned back into the hall and left, the sound of his crutches against the hardwood floor loud in the silence of the early morning. My mind was spinning. Where did Travis go? What made him get up and leave me?

  Dragging myself out of bed, I hurried into the bathroom and started the water, grabbing my toothbrush in the process. I never could wait long to get rid of horrid morning breath. While I stripped out of my clothes, I wished it were Travis peeling the fabric from my skin. The memory of his body pressed against mine was fresh in my mind, and I felt my nipples tighten at just the thought.

  Gingerly, I climbed into the shower and sighed, allowing the water to coat my skin in warmth. Each drop seemed to wash the exhaustion from me, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to get my day started so I could see him again tonight.

  After washing my hair and face, I lathered up my body, relishing in the feel of my hands roaming where his had mere hours before. I thought about him, pretending it was his fingers toying with my nipples.

  Just as I was about to remove the showerhead from the wall and use it to my advantage, I heard the bathroom door open, causing a cold draft to hit my skin. It was no surprise that I knew who it was—there was no doubt in my mind.

  I heard a swishing sound, like he was brushing his teeth. It made me thankful I’d already took care of my morning funk, because I was damn sure wanting his attention right then.

  I stood there expectantly, waiting for him to open the shower curtain. Each moment that passed was tortuous in the most delicious way. He sure as hell knew how to tease me. Keeping me waiting was so wicked and fun, though I’d never admit that to him or he’d really start tormenting me with his secret powers.

  Within moments, the curtain peeled aside and Travis poked his head around the fabric to peek in and look at me. Things were about to get fun up in here.

  “Can I join you?” he whispered, his eyes roaming from my head to my toes and everywhere in between. Often times, I’d be beyond self-conscious about a man staring at me in a bright atmosphere like the bathroom. But with him, I felt oddly comfortable—confident.

  I nodded and smiled, just dying for him to join me and turn this into super happy fun time. Of course, the fact my brother could’ve seen him follow me in here popped into my mind, and I tried desperately to push it away. For once, I wanted to just enjoy my time with him without thinking about Dylan and worrying about what he would think.

  “What just happened?” he asked as he pressed his body up against mine, the water cascading around us like a warm waterfall. “Where’d you go?”

  “Nowhere,” I said, shaking my head and smiling.

  “Don’t worry about anything.” Brushing the side of my face with his fingers and trailing the water along my skin, he added, “He’s in bed. He didn’t see me.”

  The man was beginning to know me so well, reading my expressions and learning what was bothering me at all the right times.

  “I’m sorry I keep worrying about it. I’m trying not to, but he’s been so protective of me for so long. I really don’t want to come between the solid relationship you two have,” I admitted. Snuggling up against his chest, I listened to him breathe, enjoying the strong arms that enveloped me.

  “I know. But the way I feel about you should supersede his thoughts on the matter. I really don’t see how much longer I can keep you a secret.” He kissed my forehead almost like he was solidifying his tremendous compliment. Just that simple touch from him sent butterflies fluttering through my core and a jolt to my clit. I loved that his simple kiss could do all kinds of amazing things to me.

  Pulling away, I looked up into his eyes, searching for some answers. Did he really feel so strongly about me that he’d consider upsetting his best friend for me?

  “I can hear the questions rattling around in that beautiful head of yours,” he said as he lightly tapped my forehead with his index finger. “Just don’t worry about any of that now. Now is time for me to pleasure you in every way imaginable.”

  “Oh yeah? And what about you?” I questioned with a quirk of my brow, interested in how he always wanted to give me pleasure and seemed to hardly ever think about himself.

  “Just being with you is amazing,” he affirmed before diving in to kiss me, hard, his mouth catching my moan.

  The way his hands touched me made me feel sexy, potent, and revered. I’d never felt like this with any other man before, my subconscious usually making me feel frumpy and awkward. There was something about the way he appeared to enjoy every little piece of me, like he couldn’t get enough—and there sure as hell was enough of me to go around.

  Placing a light kiss to his lips, I didn’t think twice as I made my way down his body, kissing the wet surface of his skin and stopping for a moment to enjoy his muscular chest. I wanted to take things slow—take my time tasting him. After all, I was already missing my workout for the morning. Might as well make it worth my while.

  I was startled when he pulled away before I could even wrap my lips around his dick. Disappointment coated every inch of my resolve until I realized what he wanted.

  Turning, he gestured for me to move to the other side of the shower so the water was no longer hitting my head and back. And that was just perfect with me. Even when the attention was supposed to be on him, he was still thoughtful of my comfort... a true gentleman.

  I didn’t waste any time grabbing him with my right hand and feeling along his hard shaft. A grunt left his lips as soon as I touched him, my thumb circling the smooth head. I was eager to please him, so the fact my simple touch seemed to elicit such erotic noises made me happy.

  Still holding him firm with my right hand, I used my left to grab his, giving him silent permission to touch me, guide me to do just what he wanted. His touch was gentle at first, his fingers combing through my hair until they reached the back of my head and neck.

  Just as I positioned myself, I peeked up to his face. There he was, gazing down at me with sex-filled eyes. I couldn’t help but watch his reaction as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sank down deep.

  Travis’ head fell back, his eyes closing and a hiss of breath sucking through his teeth. His reaction told me he enjoyed my mouth on him just as much as I’d hoped he would. I picked up the pace, relishing in the feel of him between my lips.

  His skin was soft and silky, yet hard, all in the same lick of my tongue. Even though I enjoyed pleasuring a man this way, Travis’ reactions made it that much more pleasurable for me. Just the light touch of his hand in my hair, guiding me, asking me for more, was enough to let me know I was doing it right. The light gasps and moans leaving his chest and the spasms of his muscles beneath my touch had me on cloud nine. It almost made me wonder what he would be like once I rode him—I loved being in control.

  Even though I’d had sex with the man before, alcohol was unfortunately involved, muddling my memory a bit more than I’d care to admit. I chose to think back to our Georgia trip, remembering his kisses more than anything—that breathtaking moment when our lips first touched.

  I remembered our interactions before, but it definitely wasn’t as intense as this experience. Now, he seemed more perceptive—like he was enjoying it so much more than he ever did before. It was as if every time was the first time with him. The passion between us was almost too much to handle.

  Releasing his length from my mouth, I climbed my way back up his body and wrapped my arms around his neck. God, my insides were aching for him. I needed relief—the foreplay between us lasting way too fucking lon
g for me to be patient.

  “Turn around and bend over. Let me see that lovely ass of yours,” he whispered against my lips while using his hands to guide me around.

  Twisting so my back was to him, I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Just don’t let me fall.”

  “Never.”

  Carefully, I bent at my waist, bracing myself with my hands on the tile wall. The position had my core tightening at just the thought of him doing me from behind like this. I was a little sore from our tryst the night before, but the discomfort was nothing that would keep me from doing it again and again.

  “I’m going to make this quick, Dani—brace yourself,” he warned, his voice gruff and quiet.

  Without giving me any sort of warning at all, he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at my pussy. Looking back, I watched in amazement as a small smile flicked over his features just as he began to enter me. A small yelp left my lips at the feel of him slamming into me. I had to hold my breath for a moment to gain control of my vocal chords.

  On the one hand, I wanted to enjoy every inch of him, savor each delectable moment. On the other, I wanted him to thrust inside me so hard it’d make the neighbors hear me scream his name. But the last thing I needed to do was wake my brother because I was too noisy.

  I felt my hands slipping around on the tile, my hair falling to the side in a messy clump, and was thankful he had a tight hold on my hips. Though his stride was slow at first, it was still beyond incredible. The feel of him buried inside me, my warmth wrapped around every inch of him, him pulling out almost completely and then pushing back in until he filled me entirely... Christ, it was divine.

  The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass echoed off the bathroom walls and made my insides quicken faster than I’d ever experienced. He truly knew how to work my body to make me come, and when he said it would be quick, he wasn’t kidding.

  Still holding me tight, he reached around my body and glided his fingers toward my clit. Just one little touch there was likely going to make me explode. I was so ready for him—needed him to touch me, tease me.

  I couldn’t help but look back at him again, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head as if he were enjoying this even a fraction as much as I was.

  The feeling of my impending orgasm began to build too soon, and I knew I didn’t want this to end so quickly. But he felt so completely amazing, my slick heat covering every inch of him as his rhythm increased even more. I could feel myself starting to lose control with each little movement, especially with his fingers toying with me, bringing me higher and higher until I was sure to detonate around him.

  “Harder,” I whispered, never turning my head to look away from him. I could tell my request surprised him a bit, his eyes popping open to look at me with confusion.

  In an attempt to fulfill my request, he slammed into me—hard—causing me to cry out as my entire body thrust forward. As soon as I regained purchase against the tile wall, he thrust again, this time noticing I was more prepared for his force.

  Picking up the pace, he continued to crash into me, his pelvis hitting the soft cushion of my ass and filling the bathroom with all kinds of delicious noises, hopefully being drowned out by the crashing water around us. My moans and his grunts were among them, each sound of my voice coming out disjointed as he continued his tirade.

  I loved looking back at him, but the need to keep myself upright was overpowering, so I turned my head to face the wall. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of my slick hair and wrapped it around his hand, tugging lightly to try and get me to lift my head. I didn’t turn. Worried I’d fall if I did, I ignored his gentle warning.

  Wrapping my hair around his fist once more, he pulled harder, forcing me to lift my face and turn to look at him. He slowed his thrusts a bit, bending his body forward so his face cold be close to mine.

  Using my hair, he tilted my head more to the side and murmured against my ear. “I want to see your face when you come.” Jaw slack and heavy breaths, I quirked a smile, hoping he’d know just how much I was enjoying this. A quick, hard tilt of his hips wiped that smirk right off my face as I cried out in response to his length filling me.

  He never eased up—gripping my hair tight with one hand and steadying my hips with the other as he began a hard, steady rhythm. I thought for sure being in this position would make me last longer, but his persistence was surely going to make me come before I was quite ready.

  The sounds coming from him, light grunts and moans, were such delicious torture—evidence he was really enjoying this punishing rhythm of his. Letting go of the death grip he had on my hair, he slowed his pace and curved his body around mine, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. The feel of his breath on me was so amazing that I felt it all the way to my core.

  Reaching around to my front, he began toying with my clit again. I felt him swell inside me, his pace becoming more frantic when I twitched at the contact of his fingers on my most sensitive area.

  He really had me worked up. Every move of his felt amazing in every way possible. His hard, warm muscles pressed against my body felt so good, so right.

  “Christ, you feel so good, Dani,” he mumbled into my neck, continuing with this slower, agonizing pace as he played with me. Shower sex was really surprising me, and I could already feel my impending orgasm growing anew.

  I wondered what it would’ve been like for him to come in my mouth. Ahh, just the thought of tasting him again had the need to release swelling even more inside me. Slowing his pace even more, he started to remove his hand from my clit.

  “Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop,” I cried out, not caring how loud I was being at that point as I pushed my ass back toward him. I was enjoying it so much and was seriously about to unravel in his hands.

  “You want this?” he asked, flicking my clit with his middle finger a few times and rocking into me, obviously wanting to see my reaction to his teasing.

  “Yes,” I hissed, tossing my head back so my hair landed in the center of my back. I could only hope it looked sexy, maybe accentuating the dip of my spine and the curves of my waist.

  Doing as I requested and toying with me while he fucked me, he took his other hand and traced the line of my hair down my spine. His touch felt so damn good, made me feel so sexy in that moment, I wanted his hands all over every inch of me.

  Finally, his hand landed right at the curve of my hip, securing me and bracing me as he used his other hand to bring me to the brink. With each pump of his fingers and each thrust of his hips, my trembling increased, sounds of sex filling the bathroom as I climbed higher and higher.

  My trembling became more of a quaking, each muscle in my body tensing as I stood straighter a bit and pressed my cheek to the tile. My mouth wide and eyes pressed shut, I came—whimpering moans escaping my throat as my channel tightened around him.

  This man. He continually surprised me at every turn, and I loved it. I still didn’t know him well enough to know if he was the dominant type, yet I was now confident he knew how to play me like a fiddle.

  A hard thrust of his hips kept my insides spiking as he fucked me, the feelings of post-climactic proportions slowly waning. Scratch that. He wasn’t fucking me anymore. This sensual movement of his hips and attention to my body was more romantic, more intimate than just a random lay.

  There was such a mixture of emotions bouncing around in my head... I needed to just enjoy it.

  Travis increased his pace a bit, his movements telling me he was struggling for control. The fact I was the reason for his orgasm made me feel even more powerful than before.

  I focused on the feel of his hardness gliding in and out of me, the motion so potent and intimate... it definitely continued to send waves of pleasure through me, like my past orgasm could start again with just a simple thrust of his hips.

  “Dani,” he growled, and I blinked at the sound of my name, focusing on him and his words now that he was close.

  “Travis,” I whispered in retu
rn, following it with a moan as his thrusts intensified, his length swelling even more inside me as his release grew closer.

  With a few more quick stabs of his hips, Travis let out a soft groan, pushing releasing inside me. The weight of his body against my back was comforting, like I could be his anchor at this overwhelming moment.

  I absorbed every jolt of pleasure that powered through him as he slowed. My body twitched and writhed beneath him, and the feel of him coming was simply amazing in every way.

  He held onto me, slowly pumping in and out, as my back rose and fell with heavy breaths.

  “That was incredible,” he whispered. Still breathing heavily as the water cascaded around us, he sighed into my ear, his body pressing me into the cold, tile wall.

  I nodded, knowing he could see me and feel the motion of my head. Plus, I didn’t think my voice would work quite yet after that intense sex session. So, I just bit my lip and nodded my agreement.

  Travis kissed me on the cheek and slowly pulled from me, grabbing the removable showerhead and spraying me with the stream.

  Trying not to make things awkward, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, a thank you of sorts without actually saying the words.

  “Man, I’m going to be seriously tired today,” he said with a chuckle. “But it was so worth it.”

  “Damn straight,” I said while stepping out and handing him a towel. “Sex is always worth it.”

  Turning me to face him, he wrapped my towel around my shoulders, holding onto it as he kissed my nose and said, “No, you’re worth it.”

  With his compliment hanging in the air, I pressed my lips to his, one last kiss until our hectic days had to start.

  Chapter Ten

  Travis

  Staying with Dylan and Danielle was proving to be an amazing decision. I was enjoying every moment I got to spend with her, and living with one of my best buds was pretty fun too. When I wasn’t working, I’d chill out playing video games with Dylan or sneak into Danielle’s room late at night.