Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Travis turns to me, his eyes glassy. “You did this?”
“Well, not really,” I shrug, my voice thick. “Her grandma called and asked. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“Thank you,” he says, voice thick. “This is the best gift ever.”
“She needs you as much as you need her,” I murmur, smiling at Amber.
“What do you say we hit the beach?” he turns to Amber, grinning.
“Yay!” she squeals. “I love the beach. Violet, will you come?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Do you still have swimmers here, Daddy?” Amber asks.
“Yep.”
“Yay!” She squeals and dashes off.
Travis walks over and pulls me close. “Of all the things you could do for me, this—” He presses his forehead to mine. “Will never be forgotten.”
“I would do anything for you.”
He kisses me long and soft. His hands slide over my back, lips tracing mine until I’m breathless. He pulls back and brushes a thumb over my swollen lip.
“Later,” he whispers. “I’m gonna fuck you so slowly...”
“Let’s go!” Amber cries, rushing around the corner.
I laugh. “Beach time!”
Hand in hand with Travis and Amber, we head to the beach. We swim, build sandcastles, and laugh until our bellies ache. Amber snuggles beside me as the sun dips low. Travis watches, smiling brighter than I’ve ever seen.
“How many kids do you want, Mischief?” he asks as she drifts off to sleep against me.
“Oh, ten, at least,” I tease.
“You know you have to marry me first.”
I beam. “Obviously.”
“And then we’ll have heaps of babies.”
“Well, maybe not heaps...”
He laughs, then takes my hand and kisses it. “What you did today will never leave me.”
I smile at him, then down at Amber. “We’re a family now, the way it should have always been.”
A car rolls down the driveway, and Travis lifts Amber into his arms and walks down.
My heart has never felt so full of joy.
Travis says his goodbyes and before I know it, he’s behind me in the kitchen, arms coiling around my waist, his breath hot and urgent at my ear.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmurs.
I turn and press my hands to his forearms, feeling the pounding of his pulse. “You remember what you said the first time I asked if you loved me?”
He dips his head, teeth grazing my skin. “I love you to the stars,” he whispers, voice rough. “You are my better half, Mischief.”
Heat blooms in my chest. “You remember.”
He trails a fingertip down my spine. “I remember every damn thing—the bright wonder in your eyes, the wildness of your laugh, the way your face lit up when we were together. You were my shadow, Mischief, my constant light.”
“Trav?” I murmur.
“Hmm?”
“When did you first realize you were in love with me?”
He tilts his head, lips brushing the sensitive hollow of my throat. I feel the brief shiver that races through me.
“I loved you as a kid, I loved you as a girl,” he breathes, tongue flicking over my pulse, “but not like this.” He pauses, as if tasting the memory. “The night I kissed you, that moment you melted into me, I saw you. You became everything. I knew I’d die for you, and I knew I would never let go.”
A soft groan escapes me as he kisses me farther down, his mouth leaving a scorching trail across my collarbone.
“You are my everything,” he rasps.
His lips brush lower, sucking into the hollow of my ribs.
“My sunshine,” he whispers against the skin that quivers beneath him.
He moves again, fingertips grazing the curve of my hip, pressing me back against the counter until I arch into him.
“My darkness,” he murmurs, nipping a delicate line just above my bikini line.
One hand grips my shirt and whips it overhead; the other tugs my shorts to my knees. He spreads my legs wide, and I catch my breath as his mouth descends, closing over the flesh just above my pubic bone.
“My rain,” he groans, sliding his hot mouth a little lower. “My happy ending.”
His fingers find the slick heat between my thighs; I whimper, my head falling back as he slowly sinks a finger inside me. The world narrows to the exquisite burn of his touch. Then he lowers his lips to my clit, tongue swirling in maddening circles.
“Trav...” I moan, every nerve alight.
“Everything,” he hums against me, voice husky. “Every fucking thing—you are my world.”
I thrust upward, desperate, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. He responds with a growl, licking and sucking until a shockwave of pleasure rips through me—white-hot, blinding—and I shatter around him, world tilting.
I come down from that high trembling, and his hands lift me onto the counter, legs still spread wide for him. He pulls me close, hips pressing against mine before he slides into me slow and deep. My back arches, nails in his forearms as he fucks me, slow and steady, right there on the counter.