She moaned as I started throbbing. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of having her suck me off. Blow jobs were great, but something about her lips on my wood was too much. I gripped her braid at the crown and controlled the bobbing of her head. “Claire, babe. I’m going to come. You better let go now.”
She shook her head minutely and swallowed, which sent my orgasm ripping through my sack and down her throat. She flinched at the shock and some dibbled down her chin. Just to mess with me more, she slid her finger across her chin wiping it and sucking it off her finger.
She was getting me too riled up, I pulled her to me then flipped her onto the bed. Even with my pain and the most satisfying release I wasn’t done with her. I wanted her coming on my tongue. I wasn’t up to giving her what she needed just yet, but I was more than capable of eating her out until she rode out her orgasm on my face.
I stripped her shorts and her panties in one fell swoop. The pain in my shoulder and head throbbed. I knew it was dumb of me, but I wanted to return the favor and hear her scream for me.
Since I was in pain, I skipped the teasing and made my way to her core quickly. I parted her creamy thighs and stared right at her sweet hidden center. I groaned as I saw her desire already glistening her lips. She purred when my tongue hit her center. I licked my way deep into her sweet heat. She sighed and started to move her hips.
“Ah, Travis!” she screamed. It wasn’t very loud but enough to let me know she was close.
“Yes, babe. Give me your cries,” I groaned before returning to her pussy. Her taste was the best. It’s like it was made for me. I opened her folds and slipped one finger partly into her wetness when she shook with her release.
“Oh my! Ah, Travis! Yes!” She came fast, and I felt like a king.
I rested on her belly, my soreness making itself known.
“It’s almost time for dinner. I need to get ready and so do you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed.
I stood up with a huge erection that she couldn’t take her eyes away from.
“It’s not going to go away if you keep looking at it like that, and I really have to piss. So please stop.”
“I’ve heard of that. It sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked with a teasing pout.
“Yes, it does,” I groaned.
I walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Okay, more like gingerly stepped into the shower. I had bruises on my body from the pressure of the explosion and hitting the ground hard. There weren’t a lot of visible bruises, but internally, there were several. The hot water was amazing on my skin. I was enjoying it when there was a knock at the door.
“Yeah, babe.”
“I wanted to wash up…” she paused hesitantly.
“Babe, come in here.”
She walked into the bathroom nervously like what we just did wasn’t intimate as hell. She just swallowed my load and let me hear and taste her come. I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and dried off with another.
“Oh my, you have a bad bruise on your arm. How did I not notice?”
“I had you distracted, baby,” I said with a grin.
“Yes, you did.” She smiled slightly, but the worry was still there. “Tell me you saw a doctor or at least the medics.”
I didn’t want her to freak out so I answered honestly, “I did.” She didn’t need to know I refused their suggestion then paid for it later.
We walked downstairs to loud conversation in the dining room. It seemed as though we were a little bit late.
“Wow, I’m so glad you could join us,” Ethan sneered. He didn’t trust me yet with Claire.
“Ethan,” Richard warned his son.
“What, Dad?”
“Behave yourself,” their dad stated.
“Fine,” Ethan grumbled. I guessed he and I were going to have a talk too. I’d deal with him after dinner. It seemed I had a talk with every damn O’Connell about Claire and me already, well except for Rick, but I was sure that was bound to happen when he returned.
We sat down at the table that was nicely set. “So, how are you feeling?” Richard asked.
“I’m doing just fine now,” I said reassuringly.
Richard shook his head at me and remarked, “I can’t believe you waited to go to the hospital. You ass, I told you if you got hurt I’d kill ya.”
I gave a shrug and said, “Yeah, well I thought I was fine.”
“What do you mean? You waited to go to the hospital? I thought you said you’d seen a doctor or medic right away,” Claire said in outrage.
I turned to her and raised my brow. “I said I seen them, but I didn’t say when.”
“Tell me what happened,” she demanded.
I took a drink of my water and started the edited version of my collapse. “I was questioned at the station, and as I was getting up I got dizzy and passed out. They took me to the hospital and told me I suffered a concussion.”
“When did you get out of the hospital?” She was a feisty, demanding one.
“About twenty minutes before I got here.”
“So that’s where you were when you called.” She turned to her father and accused, “How convenient that you left that out, Dad?”
I jumped to his defense before he could apologize for covering for me. “I told him not to tell you. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“You’re an ass,” she said as she shook her head and added a slice of roast to her plate.
The rest of the conversation was mundane. We eventually turned to sports, something the guys and I could discuss easily.
I looked at Claire, and she looked bored, so I claimed that I was tired. We walked up the stairs, and I purposefully walked behind to get a good glimpse at her ass. The moment we hit the bedroom, I closed and locked the door. Before she knew it, I pinned her to the bed and stared at her hungrily.
“You have a nice ass, baby. I can’t help but admire it every chance I get.”
“I thought you were tired,” she panted.
“No, sweetheart. I could just tell that sports bore you.”
“Sorry, but I really don’t like them.”
“That’s fine, baby. I’m not thinking about sports at the moment, but another form of physical activity,” I growled before capturing her mouth. My desire for her was rubbing against her center. I swore I could feel her heat through her shorts. “I want you so damn bad, Claire,” I groaned pleadingly.
I quickly started stripping her ass naked. The beast in me was on high alert, I practically roared as I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked and bit her leaving my marks on her sexy ass breasts. She was with me until I pushed two fingers into her pussy.
She suddenly stiffened and blushed. She actually looked skittish.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I asked. “Do you want me to take it easy on you?”
“Travis, I’m a…” she paused. “A virgin,” she said guiltily.
At first, I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me or if I was fucking dreaming this shit. I had to pinch myself, and sure enough, I was wide-awake, leaning over my virgin fiancé. All though her words should have told me to cool it, to wait to make her mine, I couldn’t. My need to have her increased to the point of pain.
With a growl, I stood up and stripped off my shirt. “If you think that turned me off you’re sadly mistaken. I’m fucking more turned on than I’ve ever been. I’ll try and be nice and love you like a gentleman, but I don’t know if I have it in me to take it slow. I’m so hard sweetie, and you’re going to feel me deep within you. You’re mine, all mine, Claire.”
I continued to explore her body with my mouth and hands. I wanted to know all of her. Suddenly, the pain that had aggravated me didn’t bother me now. The need to be with her was too great to feel the aches. I slowly, patiently moved my hands up and down her thighs and felt her shiver as I caressed her smooth skin.
My cock was bigger than it had ever been. This was the time to either stop or go full boar on
her ass. I prayed we were on the same page. “Tell me you want this, Claire. Because if we go any further I won’t be able to stop.”
“I want you, and I want this,” she moaned as she gripped my cock through my jeans.
I moved her to the center of the bed and took off the rest of my clothes. My heart was pounding out of my chest to the point of pain, and my cock was following right behind.
I climbed up and in between her thighs, spreading them wider to accommodate me. My cock was leaking on the top of her mound, eager to take what was his.
“Claire, don’t be nervous. I’m going to make you cry out like you did before.”
“Travis, do you have a condom?”
“No, I don’t, but we don’t need them.”
“I’m not on birth control,” she warned as I rubbed my head against her wet entrance.
“I know,” I growled. The thought of putting my baby inside her was a bigger turn on that she could even fathom.
“You want me pregnant?” Claire questioned.
“Yes.” With that answer, I pressed the head of my swollen cock into her hot little pussy. “You’re mine, Claire,” I roared as I pushed my way into her heat, tearing her hymen and making her mine and only mine. I wanted to howl. There wasn’t a thing that I would let separate us.
I leaned down and took her mouth with mine. Our kiss was slow and possessive. My body heated with the feel of my skin on hers, and my cock embedded in her womb. The pleasure was coursing through me as I felt her body become accustomed to my thickness. Her walls were fighting my domination, but were in a losing battle. As my lips remained on hers, I started to move slowly in and out, letting her wetness coat my dick, and giving me access to her depths.
My muscles in my arms shook as I rocked into her. I didn’t lean on her because I was afraid I’d crush her. My little pixie seemed so fragile underneath me.
She smiled up at me and pleaded in a soft, raspy, sex-filled voice. “Travis, it feels so good and so full.”
She may have been a virgin, but she was a natural seductress. I rose up and ground into her hips with mine, slowly lengthening each thrust. I watched her face as she took me fully in her over and over again. She sighed and moaned with a sensuous smile and her eyes closed.
Our movements weren’t rushed, but our slowed pace added to the sensations. Our bodies pressed against each other as I took her mouth again. Her hands rubbed all over my back and caressed my muscles. Her movements were getting rougher as she tried to find the motion she needed to get off. Every thrust of her hips and every squeeze of her walls had me mentally pleading for her to come or I’d finish before her. She gave me the cutest little moan before orgasming hard and crying out my name in reverence. “Travis.”
My release rode the tail of hers as I felt my come shoot out and fill her. My body dropped to the side and on the mattress as I tried to get the blood to go back to my brain. I wanted her to know how special her gift was to me.
“Thank you for saving yourself for me.”
“Thanks for making it worth the wait,” she purred with her eyes still closed.
“Claire, I know you’re only twenty, but how come you were still a virgin?” I asked, curious why she waited.
“I always wanted to be successful like my father and brothers, so I focused on my business and my skills.”
“You didn’t date?” I was feeling irrationally jealous at the prospect of her seeing other men.
“Actually, I just broke up with my last boyfriend a few days ago because he was trying to get me to give it up,” she replied nonchalantly.
“A few days ago?” I asked angrily.
“Yes, the day after Sam and Rick met, and we’d seen each other.”
After I shook off my jealousy, I thought about the fact that it could have been him to set the fire. “Was he angry about the breakup?”
She immediately registered where I was going with my question and in disbelief stammered, “You don’t think…no he isn’t like that. He wouldn’t.”
“Baby, I just wanted to know who your enemies are,” I stated.
She shook her head and rejected my theory. “Jake isn’t like that. He’s a really nice guy. I just didn’t want to do it yet.”
“But you did it with me,” I gloated. How could I not? It wasn’t something she could give away to more than one person.
“So. Your point being?”
I gave her a grin and shrugged as I responded to her. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just gloating.”
“Ass,” she said as she whacked me with a pillow
I nodded and devilishly remarked, “Yes, you have a very nice ass.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do. I don’t want you to get dressed yet. Thankfully it’s bed time.”
“So from now on you want me to sleep naked?” she asked playfully.
“Hell yeah,” I crowed.
She looked over at her alarm clock before she asked, “Do we have time for one more or are you too tired?”
“I’m not too tired for you. We do have time, Claire. We do.” That was the last thing I said before I pushed back into her.
Chapter 11—Travis
We woke up after our last round of hot sex, and it was still only nine thirty. Everyone should be up in the house. I heard some movement, but no one seemed to be looking for us. Eli said he would be here already, but knowing them they’d be late.
She was sitting up in bed trying to wake up when something dawned on her. “I need to get a new phone. I just thought about it. It was in the fire, and I probably missed so many important calls.”
Any time the fire was mentioned my blood would boil. “Yes, we need to see if any of those broads called you. We could get clues to what happened and if they were involved,” I muttered.
“I haven’t talked to Tad. He’s probably worried about me.”
“Why hasn’t he been here to see you? I’m sure he must have seen the news. Has he called?”
“He’s out of town, visiting his family. He probably called my cell, but I’m not sure why he didn’t call the house. He would be worried by now.”
“If he doesn’t know about the theft and the fire, would he normally be worried after not hearing from you since he left the office?” I asked.
“No, but I called him after we found out about the theft,” she blurted out like it wasn’t anything important.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you talked to Tad before we went to bed that night?” I growled.
“He’s my best friend. I didn’t think I needed your permission to call him.” She jumped off the bed and tried to get away. I jumped up too and pulled her back to me.
I whispered in her ear. “That’s not what I meant. I was talking about the fact that he could have been involved.”
“He couldn’t be involved,” she denied. “Like you said it had to be the people who are after Sam.”
I angrily added, “That’s before I found out you let someone know that you found out about the theft. He could be a suspect.”
“He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. I know he wouldn’t do that to me.” She was adamant that he wasn’t involved, but you never knew about people.
“Then how come he hasn’t called?” I dared her to rationalize that.
“I don’t know,” she cried. Her tears were a killer.
I wrapped her up in my embrace and kissed her forehead. “Babe, I’m not trying to hurt you, but I want to solve this.”
“I know, but I can’t believe he would do something to hurt me.”
We could get to the bottom of this really quickly. “Do you know his number?”
“Yes,” she murmured with her head pressed into my chest.
I pulled back and said, “Here’s my phone. It’s time to give him a call.” I handed her the phone, but she just looked at it, terrified to believe it could be true. “Claire, you’ve got to do this. Maybe he isn’t involved, but we won’t know until we find out. Put it on speaker so I can hear him too.”
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“Okay,” she murmured. Putting it on speakerphone, she dialed his number as she sat back down on the bed.
“Tad. It’s me, Claire.”
“Girl, why haven’t you called me back? I’ve been freaking. I left you like five messages and twenty texts.” His voice was full of relief. “Did you run away with the hunky cowboy? I would have called your parents, but I knew they never really met your boyfriends.”
“No, I couldn’t call you back. I lost my phone in the fire,” she answered meekly.
“Fire! What fire?!” he shouted. His concern was evident. I was getting a feeling that he wasn’t involved.
She started to sob as she said, “The salon was set on fire a few hours after I called you.”
“Are you okay? Please tell me you didn’t get burned or anything.”
“Yes. If it wasn’t for Travis, I wouldn’t be alive.”
“Who’s Travis?”
I interrupted, “I’m Travis. I’m a federal agent and was acting as Brady, but my cover is no longer needed. Did you tell anyone about what we found out that night?”
“Oh, no. It couldn’t be,” he said in a faraway contemplative tone.
“What couldn’t it be?” I growled. I didn’t like the sound of those words. He did something.
“I…I…I texted the girls,” he stuttered.
He was going to be a dead man. “Why the fuck did you do something like that? Are you fucking helping them steal from Claire?” I roared.
“I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, Claire. I was just so angry about the whole thing, so I thought I’d let them have it. I didn’t think they would do anything about it.”
I continued to tear into his ass. “They stole over forty thousand dollars. What the fuck did you think they were going to do about it? Just surrender to the police?” My anger was getting ready to burst. I wanted to climb through the phone and choke the shit out him.
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