“Holy hell. Travis. This feels… oh, fuck.”
I grinned as I kissed her shoulder, setting a steady pace. My feet dug into the hardwood floors as my entire body flexed for her. She was hanging onto me, giving the whole of her existence away to me. I felt her innocent light draining into me, fueling my passionate desire to make her cum around my cock. I thrusted deeper into her, rolling my hips so I could reach every part of her. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into me as sweat began to drip down my brow.
I grabbed her hips and guided her movements. Our lips locked together as the tension began to build. I could feel my balls pulling into my body as her pussy fluttered around my dick. She was growing tighter and tighter as she worked my cock, my hands rolling her hips as her hair fluttered around her face. She was perfect. The billboard image of beauty. Her skin was flushed, marked with my nibbles as my toes began to curl.
“It’s happening. Don’t stop. Oh, shit. Travis. Travis. Oh… Tra-!”
She threw her head back as my hands caught her body. Her pussy throbbed around me, pulling me deeper as my balls drew up into my body. Her juices poured all over my lap as I spilled myself within her, marking her walls for the very first time with something she would never forget. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, her legs contracting with her orgasm as her pussy held me within its grasp.
I pulled her back to me, my face planting into her bosom as she collapsed into me.
We sat there for what seemed like hours, my cock seated within her as it slowly began to sleep. Our mingled fluids dripped from her body as the sex-tainted air of the cabin swirled around our heads. I ran my hands up and down her back as she caught her breath against my skin. Her hands held me lovingly. Like a woman would cradle a child as we sat there on my couch.
I felt her breathing evening out as her lips placed lazy kisses upon my skin. I had no idea if she had planned on going home, but she wasn’t heading there tonight. I picked her up within my arms as she wrapped her legs around me. Then I started for my bedroom as our arousal continued to drip down my legs.
I laid her down next to me and went to go get a washcloth to clean us up. Then I crawled in bed next to her, pulled her close, and fell asleep with my face buried in the tresses of her glorious hair.
Seventeen
Ava
My eyes fluttered open as the birds chirping woke me from my slumber. I felt Travis's strong arms around me, pulling me into the breadth of his chest. I rolled over and pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, my leg snaking between his. I could feel his massive girth rubbing against my thigh, and it sparked that telltale heat between my legs again.
I felt like a woman when I was with him. I felt like a woman who had my life under control. I felt compelled to make my own decisions and stand up for myself. To speak my mind and have my own opinions. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and I was thankful to him for it. I was thankful for the getaway he had become during this season of my life. Especially while I was fighting so intensely with my father.
But there was a part of me that wanted more. There was a part of me that didn't want to give this up. That wasn't willing to resign to the fact that this was just a temporary thing at another junction of my life.
As I laid there, my eyes dancing along his sleeping face, I wondered how he felt about all this. Was this just a fling for him? Did he just want to give the virgin a run for her money? Maybe this was nothing for him. Maybe I was simply another encounter for him while my life was out of control. Maybe once I left today, I would never see him again.
The thought brought tears to my eyes as he began to move and awaken.
“Ava?” Travis asked. “Is everything okay?”
I sniffled and nodded my head, trying to turn away from him.
“No, no. Something’s wrong. Talk to me,” he said.
I shook my head, resigning myself to the silence I had become so familiar with as his arms pulled me closer.
“You need to talk to me. Losing your virginity is an emotional thing. I’m here for you,” he said.
“That’s the point,” I said.
“What’s the point?” Travis asked.
“How long are you going to be here for me?”
I turned my head towards him and saw his eyes settle onto mine. He was such a beautiful man, with his long hair and his thick beard and his translucent amber eyes. He had these high cheekbones I could cut glass on and this jawline I could sharpen a sword with. There wasn't a thing about him that wasn't breathtaking, and it only served to make this conversation harder.
“I don’t know,” Travis said.
“At least your answer was honest,” I said flatly.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“Is this just a fling? Or is this something more?” I asked.
My eyes connected with his, but he didn't give me an answer. All he did was rake his eyes up and down my body like he had last night. I pulled the covers up over myself and sat on the edge of his bed, my mind is swirling with all sorts of thoughts. This was just a fling for him. I could see it in his eyes. Maybe it had been a new experience, taking someone's virginity. But this was serious for me, and he needed to know that.
I felt a connection with him. A connection I’d never had with anyone else in my life. I felt free with him. Happy with him. I didn't feel leashed or controlled or relegated to a particular belief or train of thought. He asked me about things. He wanted to know what I thought about things. He wanted me to voice what was going on in my life.
He seemed like he genuinely wanted to know.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Travis said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell you what you should say. I’ve done that my entire life. It isn’t fun.”
I slid from the edge of the bed, taking the comforter with me. I could hear Travis calling after me as I stepped into the hallway. I needed to get my clothes back on. I needed to put up some sort of barrier between Travis and I again. I had become too vulnerable to quickly and it was going to break my heart if I had to lay there and listen to anymore of his non-committal answers.
I dropped the comforter in the middle of the floor and started putting my clothes on as my purse began to vibrate.
“Can we talk about this?” Travis asked.
I draped my dress over my body as I walked towards my stuff.
“We just did,” I said.
“No, we didn’t. You asked me a question I didn’t expect before I’d even woken up. That isn’t a conversation,” he said.
“Hold on,” I said. “Hello?”
“Ava, it’s Hunter. Where are you?”
“I’m out and about. What’s wrong? You sound frantic,” I said.
“It’s been interesting since you left. You apparently told Dad you went on a date?” he asked.
“So what if I did?” I asked.
“I don’t care, you are your own person. But you need to get home. Dad’s calling a family meeting and he’s expecting you to be there.”
“And if I don’t show up?” I asked.
I saw Travis look back at me from the coffee pot as he started to prepare it. Part of me wanted to stay and have coffee with him. Talk about this once the two of us had woken up. But I was filled with emotions I didn't understand and I had books in my car I knew could help me decipher them. Psychological books and sociological books. Books on human interaction and books on sex. I had to get back to them in order to help figure out what in the world I was feeling.
So we could have this conversation intelligently. Like two adults.
“If you’re going to show Dad you can make your own decisions as an adult, then you need to start making decisions with an adult mind. You don’t have to listen to what he has to say, but an adult would show up,” Hunter said.
“You’re right,” I said with a sigh. “Let me clean myself up a bit and I’ll come home.”
“I’m not going to even ask, bu
t if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about-”
“I’m taking a shower, you doofus. I didn’t take one last night,” I said.
I wasn’t about to reveal to my overprotective brother that I’d just lost my virginity to a stranger who was a decade older than me.
“Fine,” Hunter said. “But get home soon. It starts in an hour.”
“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” I said.
I hung up the phone and gathered my purse as I searched for my shoes. I found them shoved underneath the couch and I tried to reach for them. My fingers couldn't get to them and I snickered as I shook my head, but then the couch suddenly lifted off the floor.
I looked up and saw Travis holding up the couch for me so I can get to them.
I reached a little farther and got my shoes before he set the couch back down to the ground. I watched every muscle in his body flex with the effort, and I had to turn my head away to stay in control of my heart. It was slamming against my chest as my skin cried out for him. Blood was rushing through my ears and landing straight between my legs. I wanted him. I craved him. I needed to feel close to him again.
But I couldn't have him right now. There was too much going on I had to process.
I slipped my feet into my shoes and headed for the door. Travis didn't try to stop me and I didn't give him an opening to try. I ripped the front door open and walked out onto the porch, quickly heading for my car. My legs were carrying me as fast as I could as the memory of last night bombarded my mind.
Travis was standing in the doorway, his torso bare and his eyes locked hard onto me. I jammed my keys into the ignition, needing to get out of there quicker. I knew if he stared into my eyes anymore than he already was, I would stay. I would stay and have a conversation I was not ready to have and I would miss the family meeting that would paint me as an adult in the eyes of my father. I needed to be there for that meeting. I needed to stand by my brothers and rally against my parents for a better life.
But I also needed to cope with the adult decision I had already made.
I made a decision that was life altering to me last night, and I needed to deal with the emotions that came with it. I needed to accept the consequences of my decision, no matter what had influenced it. That was what an adult did, and that was what I had to do.
I couldn’t do that in the presence of Travis, however. I knew that much.
I pulled away and watched as the cabin receded in my rearview mirror. I watched him step out onto the porch, his eyes following after me as my car receded from his view. He was nothing but an ant-like figure in my mirror before my eyes blurred my vision with tears.
I was angry and I was hurt and I felt empty inside.
I thought being an adult was going to feel better than this. I thought being with Travis was going to feel better than this. I thought my life was going to be easier and filled with decisions to make my life a better place. I didn’t expect to feel things like this. To feel an aching sadness in the pit of my chest.
I felt that type of emotion for the past twenty two years of my life.
I knew I had to leave Travis behind. At least long enough to screw my head back on straight. I needed to use this car ride to get into gear for the meeting ahead. I wish I had asked Hunter for more information on what prompted the meeting. Was Dad angry? Was he upset? Was he tired or frustrated? Did it have to do with the company or with a function that was coming up?
Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Only this time, I wasn’t sure if I could run to Travis afterwards.
And that thought shoved a tear down my cheek.
Eighteen
Ava
I walked into the house and heard the fighting my family was already doing. I followed the sound of the raised voices, trying to stick as close to the wall as I could. I saw the family lawyer sitting on the couch watching everything unfold. This was a business family meeting, not a personal one.
I felt a bit of relief flood my veins.
“Hunter?” I said with a whisper. “Hunter?”
My brother looked over at me before he slapped Finn and Lorenzo. The three of them came over to my side as we stood in the doorway. The lawyer looked up at us, a stern gaze in his eyes as the four of us huddled in the doorway. My father was rattling on about something to him while my mother sat in the corner, her back straight in her body poised.
Like the little trophy she was intended to be for the rest of her life.
“What the hell’s going on?” I asked.
“A business venture with the company is tanking,” Hunter said.
“That doesn’t tell me a damn thing,” I said.
“Dad’s trying to purchase some land in the area in order to lay a gas line through it. The company isn’t budging,” Finn said.
I blinked at my brother as my blood ran cold. Did he just say what I thought he did?
“What?” I asked.
“Ava, you’re not that stupid,” Lorenzo said. “Dad’s company is trying to purchase part of Kettle in order to lay a gas line through it. He wants to develop the town. Bring it up with his name written all over it. Why did you think we were here all summer?”
“I thought this was a fucking family vacation,” I said.
“Oh, language. I like it. Sass looks good on you sis,” Hunter said.
Holy shit. Our company was the company threatening Travis's family. My father was the one who was wanting to tear up the mountainside and lay that stupid gas line. He was the one using all of the strong-arm tactics in order to get Travis's father to budge.
I was shocked, but the sad thing was that I wasn't surprised.
“How long has Dad been going at the lawyer like that?” I asked.
“Fifteen minutes. Apparently, Dad’s company is trying to get the government to play in our favor and he can’t. He has to establish the fact that this company has a monopoly of some sort or is going something illegal, and he can’t. He’s trying to find other ways to get them to sell,” Finn said.
“Why can’t Dad just lay the lines around the mountains?” I asked.
“It’ll cost him millions more,” Lorenzo said.
“So the fuck what? The company has the money. Why does he have to destroy the beauty of this place just to get shit done cheaper?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?” Hunter asked.
I looked back at my father, who was red-faced and irate. The entire reason Travis was so upset was because of them. Because of us. Because of me. How in the world was I going to explain that to him? Especially after this morning? I had no idea if I was ever going to see him again, and I was never going to get a chance to explain myself. I didn't want my father tearing up the mountain side and I wanted things to be okay with Travis. It was too beautiful and I had too many precious memories in this town to see it disappear.
But between my father's disgusting business antics and the fact that Travis wouldn't even talk to me about what we were, I had no idea how to resolve this. I wasn't sure I could. But I knew I had to try. My voice was all I had, along with the business knowledge I had acquired from my books, so I was going to use it.
No matter what it cost me.
“Okay,” I said. “I will.”
“Wait, what?” Lorenzo asked.
“Are you out of your mind?” Finn asked.
“Daddy?” I asked.
The conversation stopped and my father turned his angry gaze onto me. His eyes raked up and down my body as the lawyer sighed with relief, glad he was no longer being yelled at. I knew how he felt. I knew what it felt like to be berated and bombarded by the booming voice of my father. I stepped away from my brothers and into the room, praying that I was making the right choice.
Maybe this would win a conversation with Travis.
“And where in the world have you been?” my father asked.
“Out. Listen, I don’t think the gas line is a good idea,” I said.
I felt everyone in
the room staring at me as my father snickered.
“And what makes you think that? You know, since you’re so knowledgeable and independent now,” he said.
“For one, taking out the mountainside creates a risk for rockslides. Someone getting hurt laying that pipeline is going to run you an exorbitant cost with regard to medical claims. And that risk doesn’t go away once you level part of the mountainside. You create unstable fissures with the explosions to the side of the mountains, and if rockslides form or if part of the mountain collapses, it could crack the pipeline and leak thousands of gallons of gas into Kettle,” I said.
I watched as a grin appeared on our lawyer’s face.
“Excuse me?” my father asked.
“It’ll take you millions more to route the gas line around the mountains, but it’ll be safer for the town and the people working. You can either spend the money making the pipeline safer and more stable, or you can spend it repairing cracks in the pipeline and paying out of the company’s pocket in medical expenses when claims are filed,” I said.
“You have no business coming in here after everything you have put this family through-- after everything you have put your own mother through-- and tell me what to do with my business,” my father said.
“You said it before. You created all of this for us, right? So why can’t we have a say in what happens with the company?” I asked.
“Because I’m still running it. And as far as I’m concerned, all of my ungrateful children don’t deserve any of it,” my father said.
“She’s right,” our lawyer said. “You do run all of those risks.”
“Shut up, Michael. You can’t even do your own damn job right,” my father said.
“You can’t force the federal government to intervene on this topic,” Michael said. “You can’t use the money you donated to the President’s campaign as a way to strong-arm him into this. They could shut you down for something like that.”
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