She straightened. “You’re not going to spank me. It was just one kiss. You probably closed your eyes and pretended I had a penis.”
“Oh, I’m not going to spank you.” He looked toward the bar. “He is.”
That’s when she saw Travis stalking toward her. Ed’s was small, and she didn’t have time to find her words before he reached the table, grabbed her by the arm, and propelled her toward the back bar. Even though the jukebox was still playing, they were clearly the entertainment.
Travis wanted to let Skyler come to him in her own time. Before she got to the bar, he’d told Ginger things were over. That they were done using each other. From the looks of her exchange with Skyler, Ginger had relayed that information to Carrots.
He thought it’d been a good sign, Skyler coming to his bar. And the heated glances she’d given him while she was sitting there with—that guy.
This woman made him lose all his damned common sense with the easy way she touched another man. But she’d lied to him about the slick motherfucker who’d bought her the winery—his winery—not being her boyfriend. He’d believed her. His mistake.
When she leaned over and kissed that rich fuck, Travis knew he couldn’t give her any more time. A primal urge to claim her flowed through his veins and before he knew it, they were in the empty back bar. Ed only opened this room for private parties, or during the busy tourist season.
The neon liquor signs were dark and all the chairs and stools overturned on top of the tables and bar. Without the loud music and people gawking at them, maybe he could think. Get some answers.
“The fuck, Carrots? Two days ago, you had your legs wrapped around me, begging me to go faster. And now you’re making out with some guy in front of the whole town.”
Skyler’s mouth opened and shut a few times, like a guppy. If he wasn’t so mad, this would be funny.
“What were you trying to do?” He demanded. Her spine got its starch back and her cat eyes turned to slits. He wanted her eyes to look that way at him in passion, not anger.
“Who I kiss is none of your business!”
He held both of her upper arms, and he could smell lime on her breath. And her hair still smelled like some fruity, girly shampoo. He let go of one arm and wrapped her ponytail around his fist. Her breasts moved with her rapid breath. In that dress, she was lucky if they didn’t fall the fuck out.
“Fuck if it’s not my business. You’re mine.”
“I don’t belong to anybody.” Her eyes filled with tears. He loosened his grip on her hair slightly. She really thought she didn’t belong to anyone. She’d always—always—belonged to him. That’s why it had been so fucking hard to step back from her that night in the barn. Now the need to claim, to brand, to have her churned inside him. It was lust, but it was so much fucking more. The heat of her body against his felt like home. His cock strained toward her; it knew where it belonged.
“You don’t belong to your boyfriend out there? Tell me something: does he make you come? He doesn’t look like he’d be interested in having his face and hands covered in you. He doesn’t look like the kind to have a nooner in a dirty shed. But that’s not why you’re with him, is it? You’re with him because he got you what you wanted?”
She grabbed his cut and pulled his face close to hers. He let her. “He’s not my fucking boyfriend.” She spit out the words. Her anger amped him up even more. They were going to tear up the sheets when he got her back to his place. And she was coming home with him on the back of his bike, where she belonged.
“Right. He’s your sugar daddy.”
She sniffed. “He’s not into women.”
It was Travis’s turn to snort. It sure looked like he was into girls when his mouth was on hers. They looked like they’d kissed a thousand times. And he touched her enough to be a lover.
“He’s my best friend. That’s. All.”
“He shouldn’t be touching you.”
“And you should?”
“Damn right.” He closed the gap between their lips and took what he wanted.
Seconds later, her resistance disappeared and her grip on his cut pulled him even closer. He angled her head so he’d have access to all of her mouth, all of her. He ran his free hand down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing until she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth.
He released her hair and pulled up her dress. He needed to have his fingers on her skin. She wasn’t wearing much for underwear, so he molded her ass with his hands, ground her into his cock. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to have her spread out naked for him. And it would have to be right here. He couldn’t wait.
He pulled his head back and stared into her eyes. Now they were half-lidded because of desire. He looked at her swollen lips, and knew they’d have to be around his cock sooner rather than later.
“Take off your dress. Have to fuck you here.”
10
He couldn’t possibly be serious. She wasn’t about to have sex in the back bar of Ed’s. Everyone knew they were back here, alone in the dark room. The patrons in the front bar would probably applaud—or more likely throw rotten vegetables at her—when they came back out. She started to shiver. It was kind of cold back here without his hands on her.
“Carrots. Take off that dress.” Travis’s gaze was filled with heat, and his blue eyes held her still. He knew she was having doubts, but he wasn’t going to let this moment pass. And maybe if they just did it, she could walk away. If they did it here, she wouldn’t have to smell him on her sheets or remember the way he felt sleeping next to her. She could put this behind her. It probably wouldn’t even be that good.
Sure, right. Let’s go with that.
Determined to do this on her terms, she teased him by inching up her dress. She wished she’d worn Spanx, just to fuck with him. Her hot pink panties were more enticing than he deserved. His eyes honed in on her thighs and he growled.
“Naked. Now.” His voice was low, almost deadly. She pulled the dress over her head and reached back to undo her bra. His fingers covered hers and unsnapped it with one hand. “Panties. Leave the shoes on.”
She shouldn’t love the way he bossed her around, but she did. Her blood felt heavy, and the world around her seemed to slow down when he gave her orders. She could hear the pulse in her veins, and her desire for him was like a living thing taking possession of her body.
He stepped back again, staring at her breasts. Her nipples hardened and peaked under his gaze. He pressed his hand over his jeans, over the erection as if telling it to heel. She almost giggled. Down, boy.
She lowered her eyes to the floor to conceal her amusement and pushed off her panties. He leaned down and picked them up as she stepped out of them. He brought them to his face and took a deep breath. Everything below her waist clenched in response. She was in so much trouble. He was so dirty, and it went straight to her core.
He put the panties in his pocket and ran his index finger over her collarbone. As his finger trailed down the center of her body, over her sternum and belly, and to her pussy, goose bumps traveled in its wake. “Please.”
“Please, what? You have to tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.” Her voice sounded high and thready in her own ears. Not the power and confidence she wanted to convey here.
“Now you want me to touch you?”
“I need you to touch me.” The words were out before she could think better of them. She did need his touch. She needed to feel his heat against her. She wanted to see all of his hard skin, feel his sweat drip onto her skin as he pounded inside her. She needed to see his cock. She’d waited to see his cock for over a decade. She reached for his belt buckle, but he grabbed her wrists. Before she knew what was happening, he spun her around.
“Hands on the table. Lean over.”
Helpless against him, she complied. He ran his hand down her spine softly and she let her head fall forward. A thrill along her skin followed his touch.
“You know you’re not going to
be the first. You don’t have to treat me gently.”
Then she felt his hand come down on her ass, hard.
“You had to fucking remind me.”
It stung, but she arched her back toward him as he rubbed the sting away. She was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. Jesus Christ. Anything he wanted to do to her would make her hot. She should be afraid of how much she wanted him, but she wasn’t. Consumed with needing him, she could take it.
“You like that, don’t you? I’ll have to think of a better way to punish you then.” She’d liked it when her ex had done that, but that was playtime. This was most certainly not. He spanked her again, and she cried out, glad the jukebox in the front bar drowned them out. She would scream if he wasn’t inside her soon. “But now I just have to fuck you. I can punish you when I tie you to your bed and don’t let you come for hours while I taste that sweet pussy.”
Although she wanted that so much that his words made her moan, she knew it would never happen. She didn’t have the words to tell him this was the only time this could happen. She would drown in him if they did this again. They did not belong to each other. Someone forgot to tell her body that. When she heard him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, she could have cried with relief. And when she heard him tear open a condom, her body sagged against the table. Right now, none of the shit just outside the door mattered.
His cock notched her entrance, and the moment hung there. His hand pressed into her fleshy hips, sure and strong. She’d wanted this for as long as she’d wanted. And now that it was about to happen, she was almost glad he couldn’t see her face. There was too much emotion there.
All that sentimental stuff went out the window when he pressed inside her. He fit her just right, filled her up. She held her breath until he withdrew and snaked his hand around her hip to rub her clit as he stroked her from the inside.
She gripped the sides of the table, and her nipples pressed against the cool surface.
“God, you’re so tight.” He fucked into her hard, in a staccato rhythm. “Love. This. Pussy.” She had similar feelings about his cock; the way it filled her was magical. But she couldn’t articulate that at the moment. She was too busy feeling him.
Skyler’s body hummed, and she felt the knot of tension below her waist spread and spark. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed deeper, harder, faster. When he drove into her at a new angle, her clit hit the edge of the table with each stroke; her legs started shaking, and she moaned every time he hit her g-spot.
She wasn’t just going to come—she was going to go supernova. They’d find bits of her all over the room by the time he was done with her.
“Please.” Travis picked up the pace once again, and she let go. Her orgasm came over her in waves, which he rode to his own release. He roared when he came, and pulled her against him. She felt like her body didn’t have borders, they both filled up the same space.
Travis wanted to last longer. But when she came and squeezed his cock, he rode her fast and hard. They’d have time for slow and sweet later. After he’d tortured her with his mouth a whole lot. At that moment, he just wanted to hold her.
He sat in a chair and pulled her into his lap. He held her with one arm over her breasts, and rubbed her thigh with the other. They caught their breath, and she started to squirm.
“Where are you going?”
She sniffed. “I’m going to put my clothes on and try to walk out of this bar with my head held up high.”
No way was she going to walk out of the bar without him. “Give it a minute.”
“No. We’ve been back here a while. Everyone knows what we did. I’ll never be able to come in here again. Ed will probably ban us both.”
“If someone got banned every time they banged at Ed’s, he’d have no customers.” She stiffened in his arms, and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.
“I guess you do this all the time.”
“Not all the time.”
She jumped up and grabbed her bra from the table where he’d tossed it. He pulled off the condom, tucked himself back into his jeans and found a trash bin. She looked for her underwear for a few seconds before she remembered they were stuffed in his jeans. As if it would be distasteful to go digging around in his pants—even after what they’d just done—she grabbed her dress off the floor and pulled it over her head. She ran her fingers over the messed up ponytail for a few seconds while he just sat there and stared. Watching Skyler put herself back together, was almost as sexy as taking her apart.
“Well, thanks for the orgasm.”
“You should let me take you home.”
She lifted her chin, and her stiff upper lip was back. She looked at him like he was beneath her, like he hadn’t been inside her a few minutes ago. Hadn’t spanked her and fucked her and made her fall apart. As if to remind him what he already knew—he wasn’t good enough for the likes of her. He knew that, but his ego wouldn’t let it sink in.
“Not going to happen.” Even in the dim room, Travis could see the fire in her eyes. She certainly thought she was done with him. She turned around and walked back toward the front bar, her heels on the wood floor punctuating her words of departure.
So, she thought they could do this one time so she could get the dirty biker out of her system? This wasn’t the last time she’d give over to him. Not by a long shot.
Skyler made it to the bathroom, conveniently located in a hallway between the back bar and the front bar. She didn’t have her bag and couldn’t completely repair the damage Travis had done—with sex so mind-blowing she was sure she’d blown a fuse. When she saw herself in the mirror, she tried to figure out whether there was a side door out of the building that wouldn't take her through the room where Travis had just bent her over a table. Her reflection screamed "hussy."
"You look rode hard and put up wet." Of course, Michael would come find her in the women's bathroom. He'd brought her bag with him. She snatched it out of his hands.
"Isn't this what you wanted all along?"
"No, sweetheart, this is what you wanted."
"Hmm." She considered that as she redid her ponytail and applied a new coat of lip-gloss. Had she meant to make Travis jealous when she kissed Michael? Had she really wanted to see him when she put on that dress? She could have gone out in jeans. Even the wine bar wasn’t that fancy.
Whatever she'd intended, now she had to deal with what happened. She and Travis had sex in a bar. Now, she was a slut in addition to being a drug trafficker and daughter of a murderer. A bad reputation trifecta.
"You're not a slut." Now her best friend read minds?
"Um, I just had sex in a bar. People were probably listening."
"No one could hear. I really tried. Even paid for some slow songs on the jukebox." Thank God. Her throat was scratchy from the sounds Travis had pulled out of her.
"How are we going to get out of here?" she asked.
He laughed and wiped a bit of lip-gloss off her cheek. "We're going to walk out the front door."
"No way am I walking out looking like this." She wiped some mascara off her face. "People are going to talk."
"Like they haven't been talking since you got back to town. They were doing it behind your back before. Now, you've given them something to talk about to your face."
She sighed, resigned to having to do the walk of shame for the first time in years. At night. In front of the whole town.
So, she held up her head high, and walked out of the bar behind her friend.
Travis was sure Skyler had left when he went back to the front bar to finish his beer. If he wasn't going to bring her home, he might as well have a couple more beers with his buddies. Chevy was hanging out that night, along with Rhoads and Duster.
He felt Chevy's elbow in his side when he turned to order another round.
"What'd you do to her? She looks all fuck-drunk and messy."
Travis caught sight of her just as she followed her friend out of the bathroom—her chin jutted o
ut and being careful not to look in his direction. Even though she'd left him with his balls hanging out, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. All mussed up, he wanted to take a bite out of her. Although he'd always known she would turn out to be a beauty, he'd never wanted her like he did now. Like she was his very own. And the whole bar knew that she was his. He’d bet they could smell him all over her. Shit, her all over him for that matter.
As soon as she walked out of the bar, leaving a lot of yapping dickheads in her wake, he turned to Chevy. "What do you think I did, asswipe?"
"Doesn't seem like you satisfied the lady. Wouldn't even look at you as she walked out with her boyfriend."
"Not her boyfriend. He's into dudes." Travis believed her. She had no reason to lie about it. And he didn't give a shit if her friend was gay. It was Cali-fucking-fornia after all. Live and let live. "You should call him up, Chevy."
"Ha. I was thinking of taking a shot at Ginger."
"Good luck to you. Your life would be easier if you started dating dudes."
11
Travis unloaded the bottom half of the sculpture from his truck. He didn’t know much about his new client, just that he’d bought one of the old cabins out by the river and wanted a gate that would keep people out. Travis could understand the sentiment. He wished he could just put an iron gate around the idea of having Skyler again. The thought that had hounded his every moment ever since their night at Ed’s. But she seemed keen to avoid him entirely after blowing his damned mind.
One of the pieces got stuck on something and wouldn't budge. He climbed up to see if he could move it.
This shit with Skyler was way more complicated than he was prepared for. She’d wanted him to fuck her, but she just didn’t seem to like the fact that everyone in town probably knew and people would be talking about it. She just didn’t want people to know they’d been together. Like he embarrassed her.
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