by K. G. Reuss
“Uh, I don’t know. Text me, OK?”
That seemed good enough for her because she grinned and backed away. “Deal. I’ll see you around.”
“Bye.” I hauled ass out of there. Steph was hot. And easy. Something inside me wanted to just to see if I could be with her because the feelings inside me were scaring me. I hated feeling helpless to whatever the fuck was happening to me. But damnit, I couldn’t. Just a few weeks left. Then I could nail anyone I wanted and not have to worry about the bullshit in my head. Or heart.
The thought offered me no comfort because I almost wanted to worry about it. Feeling like an asshole for my confusing thoughts, I drove back to Lexy’s and let myself in. My good mood dissipated with my ugly thoughts.
When I walked into her room, she was still sleeping. I placed the items on her dresser and gazed down at her. So fucking beautiful. She put every girl on campus to shame. I took that moment to wonder what it would be like in a month when this was over. How it would feel to see someone else loving her someday. Would I be OK?
My heart ached. What the fuck was the matter with me? We’d had a few good weeks and some amazing sex, now suddenly I couldn’t think straight?
But it was Lexy. I’d never lose her. I knew that. We were frenemies, but now it was beginning to feel a helluva lot like something I didn’t want to contemplate. The thought terrified me.
I toed my shoes off and removed everything but my boxers. Carefully, I slid back in bed beside her, calmness washing over me as her hand moved to rest on my bare abdomen. I laced my fingers through hers and stared down at them for a moment, my heart racing.
I couldn’t do this. Sitting around and overthinking was her thing, not mine. Clearing my throat, I gave her a squeeze. She shifted on my chest and let out a tiny grunt. I smiled and squeezed her again.
“Honey pot, it’s time to wake up,” I called out.
She wiggled against me, her naked body pressed to mine. I swallowed down a groan of excitement, my dick already standing at attention as her tight body molded against me.
“Alexis,” I whispered. “Baby.” I paused. There I went again with saying something to her I shouldn’t. It felt too permanent. How awkward would all this shit be in a month when I slipped up and called her that when I was fucking someone else and Lexy passing me a pitcher of ninety-nine cent beer at the bar. I had to reel it in.
“Lexicon,” I opted. “I got you something.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at me. My heart stopped in my chest as her cheeks reddened and she gave me a sweet, bashful smile.
Unable to resist, I kissed her lips.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said, beaming down at her. Fuck it. This argument needed to stop. Our time was running out. Just a little while longer. I wouldn’t get wrapped up in shit. I was Travis Owens. I didn’t catch feelings. I cared for Lexy. I knew that. That’s what this was and all it would be. She could be my baby and beautiful for a fucking month.
Blowing out a breath, I committed to it. “How’d you sleep?”
“Mm, like a baby,” she answered, ducking her head.
I reached out and tilted her chin up. “How are you feeling?”
She bit her bottom lip and winced. “A little sore. But, uh, I like it.”
I chuckled softly and placed a kiss on her lips. “I like it too, baby. I like that I did that. I like that you’ll walk around knowing you’re mine.”
“Am I?” she asked, crinkling her brows at me. “Am I yours, Travis?”
“For the rest of the year,” I answered delicately, worry back to eating at me. “That was our deal.”
“Right. Our deal.” Her lips tipped up again, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She slid her body up mine and kissed me, her bare breasts pressed against my torso.
“What are you doing to me, Alexis Owens?” I growled against her lips.
She giggled, her hand trailing to where my cock strained against my cotton boxers, the worry evaporating around us.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she teased.
“Asking for trouble.” I nipped her bottom lip as she burrowed her hand beneath my boxers and grasped my cock. “Fuck, baby.”
My breath hitched as she rubbed my dick. No one could do it like her. The girl had one hell of a gift.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. “Please. Ride me, Lexy. I wanna see you.”
Her hand slowed on my erection. I waited, breath held as she shifted to a sitting position before sliding one of her long legs over my waist.
“I-I don’t know what I’m doing,” she stammered, cheeks red, breasts covered.
“First, drop your hands and relax,” I instructed gently.
She did so, her body trembling over mine. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Full breasts, tight body, hair that tickled my thighs because it was so long. How many times in the past few weeks had I envisioned fisting her hair and fucking her hard from behind? Too many to count. We’d get there. I needed that before I ducked out in a little over a month.
“Now, take my cock and slide it into your pussy.”
With shaking hands, she grasped me again and positioned herself over my throbbing hard-on.
“Sink down on me, baby,” I instructed breathlessly.
She did so slowly, her head falling back and her chest heaving with the effort.
“God,” I groaned out as I buried myself in her, my hands grasping her tiny waist. “Ride me, Lexy.”
She rocked on my cock, sending a flurry of tingles shooting through my body. I moaned softly, cupping her beautiful breasts before wrapping one hand around her neck so I could bring her face down to kiss me while she rode me slowly.
I thrust up into her as her breathing became raspy. She shifted her hips faster, her rhythm faltering as her pleasure grew. It took all I had not to spill myself inside her as she bounced on my cock, her head tilted back, taking all of me.
When her pussy tightened more around my aching cock, I knew I was done for. She let out a sexy moan as she clenched around my dick. I emptied myself inside her, her name on my lips as we both came down from the sexual high.
She collapsed against me, breathing hard. I ran my fingers through her silky locks and kissed her forehead.
“You, my beautiful wife, are a pro.”
She laughed softly and nuzzled against me. The same strange tingles I’d been feeling off and on shot through me. I refrained from rubbing my chest again to ease the ache. Instead, I hugged her tightly to me, lost in the moment.
“Is that coffee?” she asked softly.
I laughed and released her. “And muffins.”
She sat up and looked at me with hopeful eyes, her long, red waves covering her breasts. She looked glorious. “Blueberry?”
“Of course,” I answered, giving her waist a squeeze before reaching out and grabbing the muffin for her. “Your favorite.”
She snatched it from me and took a big bite, my cock still buried inside her. I smiled up at her as she closed her eyes and let out a soft, happy moan.
“Good?” I chuckled, watching her eat, completely mesmerized.
“Better than sex,” she answered after swallowing. She gave me an easy wink.
I shifted beneath her, letting my cock slide up and down a few times. “You sure about that?” I teased.
“Mm, no. Sex. Sex is definitely better.”
I grinned.
She leaned down and lifted a brow at me. Obediently, I opened my mouth and let her drop a piece of muffin in. I chewed, keeping my eyes locked on her as she polished off the rest of her breakfast. Without taking my gaze from her, I handed her a latte. She took it and sipped at it, bouncing a little on my dick.
I gripped her hips, stilling her. “Easy, honey pot.” I chuckled, sitting up so we were face to face. “Unless you want round two.”
“What I want is a bite of that orange muffin.” She gave me a hopeful look which had me reaching in the bag and han
ding her my muffin. I took her drink and placed it back on the dresser.
“Maybe this muffin is better than sex,” she teased.
She let out a squeal as I lifted her off me and put her on her back. I leveled myself over her.
“You’re a bad girl, honey pot. I pride myself in delivering a good time.” I bit into the muffin she was still clutching and locked eyes on her. I chewed thoughtfully. “Definitely not better than sex but pretty damn good.”
I dropped a quick kiss on her lips and took the muffin from her before rolling to the other side of the bed.
“Hey!” she protested, coming after me and snatching the muffin from my hand. She took an enormous bite, taunting me.
I laughed and shook my head. “I concede. You’re a beast in your own right, Mrs. Owens.”
She giggled and tottered off me, completely naked. I sat up, watching as she sashayed to her bathroom, mesmerized by her hips swaying. She paused at the door and glanced over her shoulder at me, my half-eaten muffin still in hand.
“I’ll give you a round two and the rest of this muffin if you follow me. I’m going to shower,” she sang out.
I was on my feet, racing toward her before she even finished her sentence. She let out a shriek of laughter as I lifted her into my arms and hauled her inside the bathroom. Then I placed her on her feet, snatching the muffin from her and stuffing it into my mouth. I chewed quickly, eager to kiss her.
“You already had a shower.” She narrowed her eyes at me.
I swallowed.
“What are you? A detective?” I challenged, meeting her suspicious gaze.
“You used my blue towel.” She pointed to the towel I’d hung back up.
I grinned. “So?”
“And you want another shower?”
“Fuck yeah I do,” I answered, tugging her against my body. “Any chance to get you wet is something I’m down for.”
She flushed so hard her chest reddened. I liked the Lexy I knew before. But this Lexy… this Lexy was even better. Sweet. Sassy. Sexy. Getting to know her on this level left me panting to be closer.
But I had to draw the line somewhere. It wasn’t in the shower, but somewhere I’d draw it.
The sound of my phone ringing had me groaning in protest.
“Go answer it.” She giggled, kissing my cheek. “I’ll make sure the water is perfect.”
“All you need to do is get in it, and it’ll be perfect,” I growled back, slapping her ass.
She let out a squeal and swatted at me as she got into the tub and turned on the water.
I grinned and went out to my phone. When I stared down at the screen, I sighed. “Hey, Mom.”
“Happy Thanksgiving,” she chirped.
“Happy Thanksgiving.” I looked to the bathroom door where I could hear Lexy singing in the shower. I rubbed my chest again. Fuck. “How’s your cruise?”
“It’s great!” Dad’s voice came on the line.
“So not stranded on an island yet with only Mom for company?” I teased.
Both my parents chuckled.
“Not yet. Not that I’d mind,” Dad laughed again. Mom tittered through the speakerphone.
“We were just calling to wish you happy holidays, hon. Oh, and tell Lexy we send our love.” Mom’s voice held a note of knowing, and I smirked.
“I’ll make sure she gets the message.”
“We can’t wait to see you for Christmas. Both of you.”
“Mom,” I sighed. “It’s not like that.”
“Whatever you say, honey.”
I swallowed hard and looked back to the bathroom, all those damn emotions threatening to take over me as Lexy’s soft singing greeted my ears.
“Yeah. I gotta go,” I said, clearing my throat.
“Be good, Son. We love you.” Dad seemed to sense I didn’t want to continue the conversation.
“Love you guys too,” I answered absentmindedly, already striding back to the bathroom, old memories on repeat. “See you soon.”
They bid me goodbye once more before I hung up the phone.
An old memory from when we were young teens flooded my brain. There was a talent show. Lexy had gotten on stage and had sung the first few lines of a song before she froze up. She was booed off the stage. I remembered her running away in tears. When I tried to find her, I couldn’t. I never asked where she went or what she did, but I spent the night worrying about her. Alex had said she’d be fine, so I believed him, and we’d played video games at my house.
The following day she’d seemed fine, so I never said a word about it. Instead, I’d told her I hated her outfit.
I grimaced as the memory faded. I’d been a dick to her for such a long time. Whenever I’d felt anything for her, I’d followed it up with one of my signature asshole moves. Even after prom, I’d slept with one of her semi-friends. When Lexy found out, she wouldn’t talk to me for a week.
I shoved the old memories away as I stood outside the glass shower doors, watching Lexy wash her hair. Her sweet voice sang our prom song. Lexy could really sing. I remembered listening to her when we were kids and I spent the night with Alex. I’d listen at her bedroom door as she sang. One night when Alex caught me, I’d explained to him I thought a cat was dying which made him laugh.
It wasn’t true. Lexy had the voice of an angel, and I hadn’t heard her sing in years.
I slid open the glass doors after removing my boxers and joined her in the shower, making sure to wrap my arms carefully around her waist. She leaned into me, her warm, wet body immediately sending my dick to attention status.
“Did Christmas come early?” she murmured through the steam as she reached behind her and stroked my cock.
“No, but I might if you keep teasing my dick.” I nipped at the delicate skin on her shoulder. She let out a groan of pleasure, the sound forming an idea in my head.
“Lexy?” I murmured into her ear as I reached up and cupped her full breasts.
“Mm?”
“I want to handcuff you to my bed and keep you there so I can do whatever I want to you.” I wasn’t sure how she’d take my fantasy, but I was damn eager to find out. She paused her movements on my dick. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I think I might want to try that.”
“Really?” I knew my eagerness was palpable in the room but fuck it. If this dream girl was down to let me have my way with her, I was up for the task.
She turned in my arms, her wet body pressed against mine. “But it makes me nervous.”
“Why?”
“Because…” A tiny smile perched on her lips. “It’s you, Travis. What if you leave me there all day?”
“That’s the fucking plan, baby,” I growled, leaning down and nipping at her jutted bottom lip. “I’ll keep you there until you are screaming my name.” I trailed my lips along her jaw as she angled her neck. “I’ll keep you there until you say I win.”
“You’ll never win.”
“Then you’ll always belong to me.” The words spilled out before I could stop them. Her nails raked against my chest, the slight ache making my cock painfully hard. Fuck it. I ventured further. “You want me to keep you, Lexy? You want me to come home and fuck your tight little pussy whenever I want?”
She let out a soft whimper at my words as I growled them in her ear. “Tell me, baby.”
“Do you want to keep me?”
I ran my nose against her jaw, breathing in the smell of her lavender soap as I tried to calm my racing heart.
Careful, Owens. You’re treading in dangerous waters.
“Try me and find out.” I pressed my lips to hers and dipped my tongue into her mouth as her fingers tangled in my wet hair. I cupped her ass and lifted her into my arms, eager to bury myself inside her tight heat. Lexy was so light I could hold her in one arm. With my free hand, I guided my cock to her entrance and pushed inside. Her low moan vibrated against my lips as I thrust into her.
“Fuck, I love being inside you,” I groaned, thrusting in and
out. “So fucking good.”
She moaned again, her head falling back. The water cascaded over her bare breasts as I pistoned inside her. I took a mental picture of her in that moment, so wild and carefree.
When she tightened around my cock, I came with her, both of us panting and moaning our pleasures.
She shifted in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me close. I closed my eyes and held her tight, sure she could feel how hard my heart thrashed in my chest as she buried her face in my neck.
And that’s where we stayed, wordless, until the water ran cold.
Fifty-One
Lexy
“Damn, honey pot, you make a mean turkey.” Travis stuffed his loaded fork into his mouth and chewed.
I let out a giggle. He’d already devoured two plates of Thanksgiving dinner and was quickly approaching his third. Where he put it all, I had no idea.
“If you keep eating, you won’t have room for dessert,” I pointed out as I buttered my second roll.
He paused with his fork over the plate, his eyes darkening. “I’ll always make room for dessert, Alexis.”
I shivered in excitement at his subtle promise, eager to hold him to it. Sex with Travis was out of this world. I didn’t have shit to compare it to, but my next guy would have a lot to live up to.
My heart fell at the thought. Next guy. Not Travis. He’d been dropping hints all week that this wasn’t permanent, and I knew that. It still sucked trying to navigate around my growing feelings for him.
Him mentioning wanting to handcuff me to his bed and keep me had given me a glimmer of hope. I didn’t want to read too much into it though. This was Travis, after all.
“Well, I have apple pie—”
Travis rose to his feet and approached me, a sexy smirk on his lips. He reached out and shifted me in my seat so he could settle between my legs as he knelt.
“I want your apple pie.” His hands slid up my bare thighs beneath my dress, his eyes locked on mine before he bent down and kissed one of my knees. “What do you say? Can I have dessert, honey pot?”
“Yes,” I rasped, heat flooding my core.
He pushed my plate aside and lifted me up before placing me on the table, a sexy, challenging glint in his pretty eyes.
