“Ok, hey whatever happened to Bruiser?”
He frowns. “He passed two years ago.”
“I loved that dog.”
“Me too.”
We stand in silence a long moment.
“So, are you hungry?”
I gaze at him. “Starving.”
He gives me a wolfish grin. “For food…”
I step forward, gathering all my courage. “For you, Trav.”
He stares at me with pure lust and admiration. I can see how much he wants me; I have never seen a man want me so much. He strokes a piece of hair away from my face and grazes his knuckles down my cheeks.
“You do crazy things to me Mischief, crazy things.”
I smile up at him. “Right back at you rockstar.”
“We are going to eat first; even though I want to take you to my bed right now and fuck you so damned slowly…you need energy and sustenance.”
I laugh. “Ok, whatever you say boss.”
He grins and walks to the kitchen counter. “Italian?”
“Perfect.”
He dials for some pasta and wine; then we sit on the couch waiting. He takes my hand in his, stroking my knuckles with his fingers.
“You know, you have to tell me something new about yourself Mischief, something that has changed in the last four years. I have given you some; it’s my turn.”
I kiss his fingertips. “You know my family, friends and you know where I work. It doesn’t go much further than that.”
“What about the lightening? I don’t know about that. Or how many men you have dated. Or what collage you went to?”
“Trav, I will tell you about the lightening just not tonight. The rest you just have to ask.”
“Alright, I will take your word for it. So, how do you know Reagan?”
I smile. “We met through work; she and I just clicked.”
“She really cares about you.”
I sigh. “I know, and I am not easy to care about sometimes.”
He leans in and grazes his lips over mine. “I beg to differ.”
The doorbells rings, and with an exaggerated groan Trav gets up and answers it. We spend the next hour eating and drinking, laughing and joking. When we are cleaned up, a silence falls over the room. He is gazing and me, and I am gazing at him; we both know what we want. Every other time has been this mad rush of lust but this time…we have both been building up to it. I take the first step, and he follows closely behind. Soon, we are moulded together, lips and tongues, arms and legs.
“Where first? I need you Mischief, god, I need to fuck you.”
“Anywhere,” I pant. “Anywhere.”
He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall, not breaking the kiss. He takes me into his room and lays me down on the large black bed. He stands, and I watch him slowly remove his clothes until he is naked. My throat goes dry and tight, my heart hammers. Travis Phoenix is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the face of this earth. He leans over me, removing my top, bra and then my panties. When I lay naked, he gazes at me and makes a grumbling sound in his throat.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect…”
He kisses me slowly, softly and then moves down to nip my shoulders.
“Can I do some things with you Mischief?”
“Like?” I whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
He stands and pulls his belt off his jeans. I freeze, but when he only secures my hands with it, I manage to relax. He binds my hands above my head and then secures them to the bed. I stare up at him as he pulls out a feather duster looking thing, and begins to slide it over my skin. The soft feathers are silky against my body; I moan in delight. He drags it down between my legs, letting the feathers just stroke over my sex.
“Oh…” I whimper.
When he raises it and brings it down with a light slap on my thigh, I yelp. Pleasure jerks through my body until I am squirming for more.
“She is a good submissive, you are beautiful like this.”
I peer up at him through heavy lashes.
“More Trav, please.”
He grins and leans over me, drawing a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it has formed a tight peak, then he moves to the other. By the time he reaches my belly button I am moaning and writhing on the bed. He licks around my naval, then slowly drags his tongue down and into my sex. I cry out when he licks deep and long; I want to touch him, but my hands are tied. He brings me to the edge; my body is coiled as tightly as it can go, then he stops.
“Travis!” I cry.
“You are going to come when I say.”
I glare at him. “That’s unfair.”
“Trust me baby, you said you would.”
I close my eyes; my body is heated and swollen in the oddest of places. Travis kneels between my legs, edging them apart with his thighs. He grips his cock and strokes it slowly; causing me to squirm and become so damp I am sure I feel my own arousal run down and over my backside. He slowly unwraps a condom and slides it over, making me watch every slow, painful move.
“Travis, please.”
“You like that beautiful?”
“You know I do.” I mewl.
He leans forward and presses the tip just inside. I squirm and beg; he is enjoying this. Suddenly, he plunges deep and hard inside me. I bellow and thrash in my bindings. He slides out slowly, then plunges in again. I am going to come, I can’t stop it. He stops; as if reading my mind. My orgasm slips away and I roar in protest, kicking my legs out.
“Shhh, trust me.”
“I hate you Travis!” I cry, desperate.
He laughs huskily, then slides himself back in and out until I am building again. This time it is higher, harder, and I am desperate for my release. He leans down and sucks my nipples until I am nearly blacking out with pleasure. Just as I am about to release again, he pulls out.
“TRAVIS!” I scream.
“Patience, beautiful girl. I promise when you come, it will be out of this world.”
He teases my body to the brink again and again until I just can’t take it anymore. He is thrusting inside me again, bringing me higher and higher. I can feel myself coming; I can feel it down to my toes.
“Don’t come.” He grates out, thrusting his hips slowly and deeply.
“I can’t…stop…Trav…”
He stares down at me, then suddenly he is thrusting hard and fast. I scream, so loudly it shocks me. I feel my body erupt and tremble beneath Travis; he is groaning and thrusting, his fingers are down gripping my backside and pulling it forward. He tenses and erupts with me, growling into my shoulder as he shudders. He pants my name as my own orgasm rings him dry. When we have both stopped shuddering, he reaches up and undoes my hands. I let them fall limply.
“You are amazing.” He whispers, dropping down beside me and pulling me to his chest.
I mumble, unable to speak. It’s just too hard. He was right; that was the best release I have ever had.
“Mischief?”
“Hmmmm?”
“I want you to come away with me.”
I open my eyes and roll, staring over at him. “Come away with you?”
“I am going to Vegas next weekend for a show, I will be gone two nights, and I want you to come.”
“To Vegas?”
“Yes, bring Reagan.”
“Travis, we can’t afford a trip like that, I’m sorry…”
“I will pay, don’t say no, please?”
“I can’t let you pay.”
“I can be very persistent.” He says, his eyes full of warning.
“Can I think about it?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Just say yes, please? The band will be there; it will be a whole new experience.”
I think about it for a moment; it would be fun, and Reagan would murder me if I said no.
“What about Chief?”
“Say you are staying at R
eagan’s that weekend, he won’t question it.”
“Alight Travis, because Reagan will kill me if I say no and I owe her.”
He grins and rolls, so he is looking down at me. “Atta girl.”
I laugh and press a kiss to his lips. “You will be the death of me rockstar.”
~*~*~*~*
I wake up with a body covering mine, a hard, hot body. Pleasure is shooting through me as I feel a hard length sliding in and out of me so slowly. Oh God, what a way to wake up. I always dreamed of waking like this…
“Trav…” I croak.
He doesn’t say anything; he just leans down and pulls me into a deep, heavy kiss. He tastes phenomenal, his mouth is hot; his lips wet. His body is slick with a light sweat, and he is moving with such perfection it drives me to heights I never knew. I grip his shoulders, thrusting my hips up and whimpering his name. I come quickly, clenching around him. His silent release follows close behind mine and his body trembles. I love to feel him release, love knowing that it is all for me.
“What a way to wake up.” I whisper.
“I couldn’t help myself; you rolled over and ran your hands over me in your sleep…”
“Hmmmm.” I moan as he kisses my neck.
“I got some work to do beautiful.”
I can’t see him, but I pout. “It’s like four am.”
“I know, but I have a huge contract and need to sort it.”
I huff.
“Sleep baby and I will wake you in a few hours.”
“It better be like that again.”
He chuckles softly. “I will endeavour to try.”
He tucks the blanket back over me, and I hear him leave, I fall back into a light and restless sleep. I wake on my own, when the sun beams through the window. I sit up and stretch, my body is beautifully sore. I glance around, then spot one of Travis’s t-shirts and pull it on. I plod into the bathroom and stare at my just fucked hair. I brush it out, then brush my teeth. When I am a little more refreshed, I walk out to find Trav.
I find him in his home office, on the phone to someone. He is facing the window, staring out and wearing only a pair of black jeans. My lord. Travis has the backside of a cowboy, one of those rounded, small and firm asses that look terrific in jeans. His back is smooth, hairless and sculpted. His hair is messy and just has that gorgeous dirty blonde color. I walk over slowly and put my hands on his back. He jumps a little, then turns and grins down at me.
“Yeah Marcus, sort it all out. What time does the flight leave?”
Silence and a soft kiss from Travis.
“We will be there.”
He hangs up the phone, and his grin is lazy and content.
“Well good morning sunshine, you look well ravished this morning.”
“I didn’t get woken up…” I pout and he laughs.
“I can make that up to you, how does the shower sound?”
I stroke my hands down his chest. “Perfect.”
When the shower is over and boy what a shower it was, we head into the kitchen.
“Hungry?”
My stomach grumbles. “I am starving.”
“Want me to make you my famous egg toast?”
I smile. “Like you used to?”
He grins, and I know he is remembering, just like I am.
“Mischief, check it out.”
I am sulking because he went on a date last night. I don’t want to talk with him. I am fifteen, and he is my everything. I hate the girl he went out with, Annabelle. Can’t stand that girl.
“Aw, stop sulking.”
“Did you kiss her Travis?”
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter, come on Mischief…”
“I want to know!” I cry, folding my arms across my chest.
“Yes, but it meant nothing.”
I feel my eyes well with tears. He sighs and walks over, swiping it away.
“Can’t have you Mischief, you know that. I have to move on…”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Chief would kill me, I can’t have you. Please don’t hate me?”
I look into his grey eyes; I don’t want to hate him.
“Come on, I made this for you…”
I look down at the plate, and my heart does flip flops, written on my egg toast is ‘Forgive me?’ I smile, I can’t help it. He knew before I asked that he would want my forgiveness. I look up at him and smile.
“I will always forgive you Trav.”
He leans in and kisses my head.
“We had some fun didn’t we?” Trav says, snapping me back to reality.
“Yeah, we really did.”
“So, what little note can I put on your egg toast today?”
“Suck my…”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “Careful baby, I might just hold you to those words.”
I grin. “Get in the kitchen and make me some breakfast.”
He slaps his hand over his heart. “Wounded!”
“Go on, before I whip you with a tea towel and you know I am the tea towel queen.”
“Oh yeah?” He grins, grasping a tea towel off the sink and spinning it around.
I stand and giggle, gripping another one, and I whip it at his leg. It makes a loud crack.
“Oh hell no, you are going to pay for that.”
He runs after me, and I squeal as I bolt down the hall way. I side step into his room at the last minute, and he skids to a halt. When he enters the room, I whip him once more.
“If I catch you Mischief, you are in trouble.” He grins.
I whip out again, just missing him, but he manages to grip the tea towel and yank it free from my hand. I scream, throwing my hands up.
“I surrender.”
“Oh no, surrender is not an option.”
I drop to my knees. “Please rockstar, I will do anything.”
He drops to his knees too, and begins crawling towards me.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
He gets to me and presses his lips to mine.
“I want to play.”
“Oh?”
“Romeo…”
I flush. “Oh hell no Travis.”
“Come on, I need this scene. We loved this movie.”
“Travis…” I warn.
“It’s that or the tea towel.”
“Yes Mickey…” I whisper.
“How do you call your lover boy?”
“Come here lover boy…”
“And if he doesn’t answer?”
“Oh lover boy…” I coo.
“And if he still doesn’t answer?”
“I simply say…baby…oh baby…my sweet baby…you’re the one…”
I grind up his body, just like baby does in dirty dancing. Our lips mesh together, and we fall backwards on the floor. I am straddling him, grinding my hips against his rigid erection. He groans when I slide my tongue into his mouth and grip his chest; dragging my nails over his skin. I yank at his boxer shorts, sliding them down. He moans when I lean back and grip his length.
“Like this Johnny?” I purr, still playing.
“Yes, baby…”
He tosses me a condom, and I rip it open with my teeth; I roll it on and enjoy his groaning. When I begin sliding my drenched sex down over him, he growls. I sink onto him, letting out my own pleasured moan. I grip his stomach and lean back, sliding up and down, up and down. I can feel my climax nearing, and I can’t fight it off. I need it, need to shake and rattle around him. I explode and whimper as I shudder. His release is close behind, both of us climaxing faster than usual. I guess it was the sexy moment.
“That’s totally how the movie should have ended.” He rasps.
“Oh hell yeah.”
CHAPTER 9
“Are you serious?” Reagan cries over the phone.
“Yep, he said we could go with. I can’t wait.”
“Vegas, oh my god, with those hot band members.”
I laugh. “I know, it should be interesting at
least.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Well, I have to go; I am just about to walk into the shop to get some food.”
“Ahhh, food to replenish from all the sex?”
I giggle, oh my god I giggled.
“Something like that.”
“Did you just giggle?”
“I think it was a giggle.”
“Oh my god it was a giggle.”
“I have changed.”
“For the better, see you later?”
“Sure will, behave!”
I click the phone shut and walk into the shop. I came for a walk on my own, only because it was a few blocks down, and Travis was working. I scour the isles and pick up some subs, ham, salad and some cold drinks. I am just putting a bottle into my trolley when a voice calls my name. I turn and stare at the man walking towards me. The years haven’t changed him, not an ounce. He is still tall, blonde and devilishly handsome.
“Dan?” I say, squinting.
“Violet, it is you.”
Oh crap.
“It’s me, what are you doing here?”
“I moved back.”
“Oh.”
“I can’t believe it’s you, you look amazing.”
I lose the smile. “How is Lila?”
His face falls. “She broke up with me.”
“How sad.”
He narrows his eyes. “Violet, I have been looking for you. I made a mistake, a huge mistake and…”
“Don’t Dan, please not now.”
“Can we talk, please?”
“She is taken.”
I hear the rough voice behind me and feel the arms that wrap around my waist. Dan eyes Travis, and then looks back at me.
“T-T-Travis Phoenix?”
“Um, Dan this is Trav. We are seeing each other.”
“Violet, can we have a word?”
“I said she is taken, what part of that don’t you understand?” Travis hisses.
“I just want a word.”
“Trav, it’s ok.” I say, stepping out of his grips.
He glares at me, and I know I am in trouble.
“A minute Trav, I won’t be a minute.”
He snatches the trolley away from me and hisses a curse, before turning and walking off.
“You are dating Travis Phoenix?”
“Yes I am, so what?”
“What is wrong with you? After what he did!”
“He is different.”
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