Keep My Heart (Top Shelf Romance Book 7)

by Lex Martin

  As soon as it does, I jump off the chair and toss the towel in the sink. I hear footsteps coming down the hall and the girl screaming at him to “turn that noise off.”

  “Viola!” he yells, clearly pissed.

  I sneak out of the kitchen and into the mudroom where he can’t see me.

  “Goddammit, Viola.” I hear him mutter before the alarm stops. “Sorry, babe. You should go.”

  Yes, she fucking should.

  A few minutes later, I hear the front door click shut, and I breathe out in relief. Except a new feeling overcomes me: fear. Travis is beyond pissed this time.

  “Where the fuck are you?” he shouts.

  I don’t answer.

  “So, what? You can run off my date but can’t show your face?”

  He’s right. I’m being a coward.

  If I’m going to get even with him, I want to be able to see the look in his eyes.

  I intentionally make some noise to grab his attention. Before I can brace myself, he’s in front of me in only the pair of jeans he was wearing yesterday, hunger in his eyes, and his hands balled into fists.

  We stand, facing one another, our eyes locked, neither of us moving. The only sound is our breathing, and before I can read him, he charges at me.

  Chapter 10

  Travis

  This is the third time in three days Viola has cock-blocked me. I’ve never been so riled up in my life, and I’ve had it with this stupid game she’s playing. She wants a war? Well, she’s about to get one.

  “I swear, Viola.” I squeeze her hips and push her back up against the wall. “If I need to fuck you so it’s out of our systems, then I will.” I fist her hair, tilting her head back so she looks at me. “Is that what you need, princess? Feeling left out?”

  “You’re an arrogant asshole,” she spits out but doesn’t deny it. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.” The lines in her face are tense, and I know she’s just as riled up as I am.

  “Oh, really?” I bring a hand up to her neck and slide it down between her breasts. “Then tell me something. Why are your nipples hard as fucking pebbles right now?”

  I watch her throat move as she swallows hard. “It’s cold in here.”

  I laugh in her face. “Are you telling me if I pulled your panties down right now, they wouldn’t be drenched?”

  Her lips twitch.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “Why do you care anyway? You can’t wait two weeks until I’m gone to bring home your stream of girls? Are you really that needy that you need a girl in your bed every night?” she challenges, my hand sliding down her waist and pressing our bodies together. The way she shivers gives her away. She wants it as bad as I need it.

  “Liking to fuck doesn’t make me needy,” I say matter-of-factly. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, V?” I taunt, knowing it’ll drive her absolutely insane.

  “Fine,” she says, confident and eager. “You want to find out?” she challenges, bringing her hands to the top of her waistline, putting her thumbs inside and dragging her leggings down her legs. I still, watching as she strips them off right in front of me, practically daring me to go through with it.

  She kicks them off and moves to remove her panties next. I feel my cock twitch, knowing it’s well aware of Viola Fisher stripping right in front of me.

  “What next, King? Do you prefer bra on or off?”

  My jaw clenches, and I’m unable to respond.

  “Off?” she answers for me, amusement in her tone. “Okay, then.” She pulls her tank up over her head and throws it on the growing pile on the floor. She wraps her arms around her back, fidgeting to unhook her bra. Seconds later, she slides it down her arms, and I watch out of the corner of my eye as it drops to the floor.

  “I’m ready,” she announces as if she’s some kind of prize to collect. Viola Fisher is much more than a fucking trophy. “Do your King magic or whatever it is you do to make women fall to their knees.”

  My blood is boiling, and I’m fucking irate. My entire body is tense; half of my brain is dying to bend her ass over the counter and give her what she’s begging for while the other half is trying to rationalize how to walk away from her.

  Finally, I make my choice.

  I begin removing my jeans, my eyes watching every calculated move she makes, waiting to see if she breaks. She watches intently as I kick them off, now standing inches from her completely naked. Completely hard.

  She blinks, her eyes roaming down to my impressive length. It’s been fucking hard since the night she arrived.

  “Well?” She arches a brow. “I’m waiting for your smooth moves.”

  I grit my teeth, stepping toward her, and close the gap between us until the crown of my cock presses against the softness of her skin. Placing a palm on the wall behind her, I lean in as I grip her waist with my other hand. “I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth. You either show me what else it can do, or I’ll shut it up myself.”

  “No, thank you. I prefer to avoid herpes, and considering you were just fucking another chick less than ten minutes ago…”

  I cut her off before she can say anymore. “I wasn’t fucking her.”

  “I was right next door. I heard.”

  “You heard a lot of moaning,” I explain. “That’s what usually happens when a girl sucks me off. It’s enjoyable for both parties.”

  “God, you’re so vile,” she hisses.

  “You want to see just how vile I can get?” I press the tip of my finger between her lips. “Suck, princess. I need to see what I’m working with.”

  She complies and opens her mouth for me. “Reach down and touch me.”

  “No,” she says around my finger.

  “Are you going to push me at every fucking opportunity, Viola?”

  “I just might.” She nips at the pad of my finger, and I’m quick to remove it.

  “Stop being a stubborn little cock tease and put your hands on me,” I demand, with assertion in my tone. “I know you’ve been dreaming about it, V.” I bring my mouth to hers, leaving mere centimeters between us.

  “Fuck off, Travis,” she whispers, her mouth tense. “I don’t dream about egotistical manwhores. If I want to touch it, I will, but I’m afraid with all the action it gets, my hand would fall off.”

  I take a deep breath, my patience running thin as my dick presses harder against her.

  “So goddamn difficult.” I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it once. “Fine. Give me permission to touch you.” My lips are so close to hers that I don’t hesitate to lean in and run my tongue along her bottom lip. “I want to touch your pussy. Say it, princess,” I command roughly, my mouth against hers.

  She presses her body slightly against mine, giving me all the permission I need. I smile against her lips in victory, preparing to crack her once and for all.

  “That’s my good girl,” I praise as I lower my hand down her smooth flesh, slowly brushing it over her peaked nipple. Her breath hitches, fighting the waves of pleasure she desperately craves. My other hand explores her soft curves until I land between her legs. I rub the pad of my thumb over her sensitive bud, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed. Her head falls back with a moan, and I know she’s going to combust before I even insert a finger inside her.

  “Is this smooth pussy for me?” I ask, adding more pressure. I lower my mouth to her neck and press kisses down to her collarbone. “Answer me, Viola.”

  I hear her suck in a breath before she responds. “Believe it or not, not everything’s about you.”

  I scrape my teeth along her neck, landing under her ear. I pull her lobe between my lips and suck. “Is that so?” I plunge a finger inside her without warning.

  She gasps, squeezing her fingers around my arm to steady herself.

  “Fuck, you have a tight little cunt. It’s so damn wet.” I look down at her, watching as she rotates her hips, seeking relief. I kiss along her shoulder, wrapping my arm a
round her and keeping her pinned against the wall. I push in a second finger, her throat opening and releasing a deep, urgent moan.

  “Mmm…that’s it, princess.” I sink in deeper, rubbing the pad of my thumb along her clit. “Have you come on a guy’s fingers before?” She ignores me, and I grin at the way I’ve completely taken her over. “What about a guy’s mouth? Have you orgasmed that way before?”

  “Mmm…” she says, her hips going wild as she rides my fingers. “I’m tempted to sit on your face just to shut you up.”

  “Fuck, princess. That thought already crossed my mind, trust me, but I want to feel the first orgasm I give you. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers, your orgasm dripping down my hand as I finger fuck you harder. So c’mon, Viola. Let me hear you. I know you need it.” Her body is writhing against me, and I know she’s going to burst any minute.

  She’s either holding back or needs a little extra encouragement, so I quickly whip her around to face the wall and press my chest against her. My cock is rock hard as it rubs the soft part of her back. I wrap an arm around her waist, finding my way down her smooth path to her clit. My other hand slides up and wraps around her throat, adding just enough pressure to tilt her head until my lips brush over her ear.

  “You have any idea what you’ve done, princess? I’ve spent the better half of my teen years talking myself out of putting a move on you. Then you grew up and despised everything about me, making me want you even more. And now? I want to fuck you so goddamn raw, you won’t be able to walk for a week. But you know what?” I say, pushing two fingers back inside her, her juices covering them immediately. “Even through all the anger and judgment, I think you secretly wanted me, too.”

  Her jaw tenses, her eyes refusing to look up at me. “Sorry to pop your enormous ego bubble, but the anger’s always been real. I’d push you in front of a bus if it meant I never had to see your arrogant face again.”

  I smile at that, seeing right through her lies. “Tsk, tsk.” My fingers speed up, pushing in and out of her abruptly, her hand slamming against the wall for support. “Your body says otherwise. Your pussy is aching for it. You can’t fight it anymore.”

  “My fingers do the same thing,” she states matter-of-factly. “The only difference is I would’ve come twice by now.”

  “You have a filthy little mouth, Viola Fisher, and it’s mostly filled with lies. I know for a fact it’d never be this good on your own.”

  “Vibrators are a marvelous thing,” she says. “And it doesn’t talk.”

  My lips twitch, my body getting hotter. “Fuck, Viola…I swear to God, if I didn’t want to taste your pussy so damn bad, I’d fuck you until you pulled your own hair out and your nails were scratched down to nothing.” I curl my fingers in deeper and push her body closer against mine, making her feel the tip of my cock against her. “You feel that?”

  I hear her throat hum, eager to scream and plead for relief, but being the stubborn little priss she is, she fights it. If she’s not going to give it willingly, I’m just going to have to make her.

  My hand finds her breast, and I pinch her taut pink nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. Her breath hitches once again, and I know she won’t be able to hold it in much longer. I palm her breast and squeeze with just enough force to make her release a moan.

  “Ahh…” Her head falls back, and I know she’s no longer in control, no matter how much she wants to believe she is. Viola Fisher is putty in my hands.

  “Mm-hmm, that’s it. You’re going to come so fucking hard, princess. Let me hear it,” I say against her temple. “You need it. You’re trembling,” I say, my voice softer this time. I know she needs it as badly as I do.

  “Travis…” she nearly whispers. “God, yesyesyes…” Her hips move in motion with the rhythm of my fingers.

  “That’s right, princess. Take what you need. Ride my fucking fingers and take it.”

  She squeezes her eyes shut and releases the loudest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. She squeezes her tight cunt around my fingers and soaks them completely. Being the greedy bastard I am, I don’t give her more than a second to catch her breath before I rub her clit again. I thrust my fingers in and out, pressing harder and faster on her sensitive bud, knowing she isn’t done yet.

  “Fuck, ohmygod. I-I can’t…” she mutters, her hips rocking faster against my fingers, needing the relief more than she can speak.

  “Who makes you feel this way, princess?” I ask, adding pressure. “Tell me.”

  She releases another moan but ignores the question.

  “I’m not letting you come until you say it.” I begin retracting my fingers, reminding her who’s in charge.

  “You’re such a fucking asshole,” she hisses, her breath releasing in short waves.

  I tsk at her, pulling my fingers out more. My palm squeezes her breast again, reminding her that she’s completely surrendered to me, her pleasure is mine for the taking.

  “You need it, Viola…I can feel how badly you do.” I push my fingers back in just slightly, teasing her until she caves. “So, tell me. Who does this to you, princess?”

  “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” She reaches down, trying to remove my hand so she can give herself the relief she’s craving.

  “Nice try. No amount of touching yourself would ever compare to how it feels when I’m touching you.” I grab her wrist and pull her hand up to her chest. “Who knew you’d be so needy?” I quip, resting my fingers back on her. “Now you want to come or not?”

  “Yes,” she pleads, her jaw clenching.

  “That’s my good girl.” I press a chaste kiss on her neck and work my fingers inside her, deep and fast until she’s unraveling in my arms. She clenches around my fingers as my name falls from her lips.

  I release her and spin her around, her face looking so damn gorgeous all flushed, hair sticking against her slick skin. She watches intently, her chest moving rapidly, as I suck on my fingers, tasting her. I lick my lips, and she releases a soft moan.

  “Your move, Fisher.” I grin, walking out and rendering her speechless. Point for the home team!

  Travis is a dead man.

  DEAD.

  After coming at me like a starved animal, still smelling like another girl’s perfume, I should’ve pushed him away. He was with a girl seconds before finding me in the mudroom, yet I couldn’t find the strength to leave. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing, and when he took control, I couldn’t even think straight.

  Not only am I pissed at myself for giving in, but the fact that he left me standing alone and naked after the best orgasm of my life makes me livid. Of course, if this were a fairy tale, he would’ve carried me back to his room and held me in his arms the rest of the night, but as we all know, Travis is no fucking prince. No, Travis is a prick, and I’ll get him back if it’s the last thing I do. But I have to make sure that I play my cards correctly, act as if I’m not hurt, act as if everything is perfectly fine, so he won’t see me scheming in the background. I will be the Viola he wishes he had as I destroy him for breaking my heart so many times before. I’ll serve him bites of the poisoned apple he’s been feeding me for over a decade.

  I dodged him the rest of the day on Saturday and half of Sunday. I couldn’t look him in the eyes after that. It was a moment of weakness, and as much as I tried not to, I slipped and let him see how I really felt. And though I had buried those feelings away, as soon as he touched me, they all rushed back. It’s a moment that almost brings me to my knees when I think about it. It’s easy to sink into the fantasy of him wanting me, taking me, bringing me to the edge and watching me spill over as I whisper his name, but seriously? He left me standing there alone and naked for the sake of a game. What the fuck?

  I slept uneasily and wake up with an evil plan to get him back. My emotions are not a violin for Travis to string and play. An eye for an eye, emotions for emotions until we are even. I had a feeling he was avoiding me just as much as I was avoiding him. Once the door
to his room opened and the front door closed, I make my move. I’m sick of him prancing around in practically nothing so I grab his shit out of my trunk and throw it in his room. Giving no fucks starts now.

  I pick up my phone and scroll through the different numbers I have saved. I scroll past Drew and all the kids I tutor until my phone lands on Jason’s number. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Bringing other people into our war isn’t something I’d usually do, but after Friday night, I know Jason’s interested, and Travis needs to squirm.

  Before I even text Jason, I cover my tracks and text Drew.

  Viola: I’m going to have a drink or dinner with Jason. Wanted to let you know before you start busting balls.

  He texts something back, but I don’t even read it. Drew isn’t in control of me. We aren’t kids anymore, and I can do whatever and whoever I want.

  Instead, I text Courtney, remembering she flew home today.

  Viola: Did you make it to Dallas okay?

  Courtney: My plane just landed. I was going to text you and let you know! The delays were horrible. I wish you would’ve come with me.

  I smile, half-wishing I would’ve gone too. I wouldn’t be in the predicament I’m in now.

  Viola: I know. You’ll have fun, though. I think I’m going to text Jason for that drink.

  The text bubble immediately pops up, and I can only imagine the look on her face right now.

  Courtney: DO IT!!!! It’s just a drink! Crap, my bag is going around the carousel. Give me all the deets ASAP!

  Courtney gives me just the courage I need. A smirk hits my lips as I find the text he sent me on Friday while we were dancing.

  Viola: It was great seeing you the other night. Want to have that drink?

  No time passes before I get a response.

  Jason: Hey, babe! What are you doing tonight?

  An evil smirk crosses my face as I send a simple text back.