Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“I’ve missed this.”
“Mmmmm.” He kisses my neck. “Reagan called earlier.”
I hum. “And?”
“She wanted my address so she could come ‘get smashed’ with you.” He chuckles at my scandalized gasp. “Your mother rang, too. I told her you were alive and well—in the bath, of course.”
I snort. “Right. Just checking to make sure you haven’t strung me up and fucked me to death?”
“Maybe.” His lips brush my ear.
I wiggle, pressing my bottom into his groin. “Speaking of which...”
“Now?”
“Travis, have you decided you prefer men? Be honest. We could still be friends.”
He bites my shoulder with a chuckle. “No.”
“Then why have I been deprived for two weeks?”
He stills, chest tightening with something—guilt, desire, I can’t tell. “It’s been... hard.”
“My mom is safe. I’m safe. We’re all okay.”
He sighs. “Yeah, baby, I know, but it has been fuckin’ hectic.”
“Does that mean we can’t make love? Can’t fuck against walls?”
“Violet...”
“String me up and fuck me while I dangle in the air?”
A chuckle. “Mischief, quit...”
“Get on all fours and ride me like a tractor...”
He laughs. “Fuck me.”
“Are you unattracted to me?”
He groans. “No, fuck, no.”
“Then please...” I press back into him. “I need you.”
“Maybe if you tell me just how much?” he growls against my ear, hot and demanding.
“Let me show you.”
I reach for his hand and bring it around, spreading my legs wide and pressing his fingers to my pussy. He growls, throaty and full of lust. “Fuck, baby.”
“I know you can’t tell,” I breathe. “But I’m so fucking wet.”
“Fuck.”
I turn and meet his gaze. “Now. I need you to fuck me every way you can manage in this bath.”
His pupils dilate. He lifts me effortlessly, perches me on the tub’s edge, and tugs my legs open. He leans forward, tongue sweeping a slow, expert trail over my clit. I arch, head snapping back to the tile with a delicious smack. He licks and bites my clit until I’m trembling, need dripping from every inch of me. Then, he slides one finger inside me, then another, curling them just so. I writhe, moaning his name.
“Patience, my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, even as I plead for more.
With a wicked grin, he stands and scoops me up, water going everywhere. My muffled protest follows him.
“Trav, I wanted it in the bath...”
“Not enough friction in the bath. I need to feel your sweet cunt juices running over my dick.”
I open my mouth and gasp. “Travis Phoenix!”
He grins. “Now tell me, where do you want it?”
I squeak. “I want you to fuck me against the wall—hard, fast, no mercy.”
He pauses, eyes dark with triumph. “Fucking done.”
I pull him down for a scorching kiss, tasting myself on his lips. When I break away, I’m dripping with more than just water. He places me against the wall, spinning me around and pressing my face into it before he lines up behind me and drags his cock up and down my bottom with deliberate slowness. Only then does he slowly push into me, making me gasp.
“One more thing?”
He groans, breath hot on my neck. “You’re killing me.”
“Spank me.”
His throat vibrates with a low growl. Then he’s biting my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, and then his hand finds my ass, hard at the same time he thrusts deeper into me. The combination of his hard thrusts and crisp smacks sends me spiraling. I clamp my teeth together, rocking against him in time with every blow, every thrust.
“Travis,” I cry out, as one of his hands curls into my hair, jerking my head back.
It’s so fucking hot.
He’s fucking me so damn hard.
“Come for me,” he orders.
I melt around him, screaming ecstasy, tearing at the tension until I fall into my first orgasm. He keeps pounding, harder, faster, driving me toward a second peak, and I come undone again—hoarse, insatiable. He follows close behind me with a ragged growl as his body shudders. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and my entire body trembles.
Eventually, he pulls out and spins me around, lifting me up and walking back to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed, wrapping me in a towel before falling beside me, elbow under his head as he lies on his side, staring at me. I bite my lip, reaching out and running my finger over one of the many tattoos on his body.
“What’s the story behind these?” I whisper.
He shrugs. “Just ink.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Trav.”
He grins. “I’ve always wanted to learn the violin.”
I press my lips together, suspecting a joke. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s one of the most beautiful sounds there is.”
“I think you should do it then.”
We go silent for a while. “Did you think of me when you were away?”
His eyes lock on mine. “Every damn minute.”
“Why?”
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Because you, Mischief, are my entire fucking heart.”
“I am?” I breathe.