“Shit.”
“Problem?” Jacob asks.
‘No, no problem.”
“Do you know him?”
“Err, yes, something like that.”
“One of his fans? Don’t be ashamed, most women are.”
“No, I am not a fan, its fine. Can we go?”
“Sure.”
We stand just as Travis walks into the coffee shop, spots me and stops. He shoves the women aside and begins striding towards me. His grey gaze is fixed on Jacob and he looks pissed. He is wearing a tight black shirt, black jeans and biker boots. Holy shit he looks good. His messy blonde hair looks as though he just got out of bed, and his fists are clenched.
“Crap.” I hiss under my breath.
“Mischief.” He growls when he reaches me.
“Hello Travis.”
“What are you doing here?”
“None of your business.”
He looks at Jacob and Jacob steps back.
“Looks like my fuckin business.”
“It’s not; we were just leaving, come on Jacob.”
Travis grips my arm and the whole restaurant goes quiet. His eyes bore into mine, burning a freaking hole in my skull.
“We need to talk, now.” He grates.
“I am busy Travis, let me go.”
He yanks me towards the back of the café and around a corner, and then he slams me against the wall. One hand rests on my chest, stopping me from moving and the other is flat against the wall next to my head.
“What are you playing at?” He growls.
“I am playing at nothing, I was having coffee.”
“Who is that man?”
“I met him, we had a coffee. I like him.”
“Don’t play with me Mischief; you won’t like the end result.”
“What I…”
“Don’t…fucking…play…with…me.” He snarls, biting off each word.
“Travis, back off, I don’t belong to you. In fact, you have made that very clear in the last week; you have been off partying and no doubt sleeping around, so don’t throw your rights at me.”
He trails his thumb over my bottom lip.
“You do belong to me; you have always belonged to me. If you let me talk for five minutes, I would have told you that.”
“You are playing with me, I don’t need this. Let me go.”
“If he puts his hands on you, I will fucking kill him.”
“What!” I cry, but he cuts me off again.
“You don’t want to see the jealous side of me Mischief.”
“We aren’t together, it is finished, it was finished when I left.”
“You said it was finished,” He breathes, sliding his lips over mine and causing me to moan. “I never said it was.”
Then, just like that, he is gone. I tremble against the wall, my knees wobbling and threatening to fail on me. I take a few calming breaths, then I turn and walk back out. Travis is gone, but Jacob is still standing in the same spot. I walk over, with a sheepish smile. He smiles back, but he looks like someone has given him a harsh warning. I bet I know who that was.
“Whatever he said, he is full of it.” I say.
“You mean how he said he would gut me, and feed me to the sharks if I laid even a fingertip on you, or how he would cut my dick off and shove it down my throat if I even thought about laying a fingertip on you.”
I shudder and sigh.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok; the man is clearly in love with you. I didn’t realize and I am sorry.”
“No, listen, please…”
“Look, it was nice meeting you.”
“Please, let me have another shot. Let’s go out again.”
“And risk eating my own dick, sorry but I just don’t think this is a good idea. Nice meeting you Violet.” He says, then turns and walks out leaving me standing alone.
I am furious by the time I pay for the coffee and walk back over to the beach. Reagan sits up from her sun tanning and looks up at me pacing across the sand.
“Uh oh.”
“Travis fuckhead Phoenix just came in and literally pinned me against the wall and told me he would kill anyone who touched me, THEN he threatened poor Jacob with awful dick shoving things and left!”
She raises her brows.
“How did he know you were in there?”
“He is probably following me, mental case.”
She snorts. “Ok, so Travis is going to be a problem.”
“Travis has no say so in what I do.”
“He is in love with you, obsessive and jealous; he will do what he wants.”
“Ah!” I cry, throwing my hands up. “I ought to go and talk to him.”
“And do what Vi? This is Travis we are talking about.”
“Well,” I say, snarling. “It’s about time Travis learnt he is messing with the wrong person.”
“Uh oh.”
We stand and gather out things, and then we head over to Chief’s house. When we pull up, Travis and Harley are out front drinking. I get out of the car and storm over, furious. I toss my bag right at Travis, who catches it and laughs. I put my hands on my hips and glare at him, noticing how Reagan slides onto Harley’s lap, not worried about my angry outburst.
“What the hell was that?”
He shrugs.
“Don’t you shrug at me Phoenix, I was on a date!”
“Were you now? I am pretty sure you were on a ‘get back at Travis’ mission.”
“Don’t flatter yourself!”
“I’m not.”
“I hate you, do you hear me? HATE!”
He stands and walks towards me; I feel my back press against the railing. I can feel his hard erection digging into my stomach. Oh my.
“You don’t hate me Mischief, in fact, you are so mad at me you tried to make me jealous. It worked by the way, so don’t try it again. Next time you do, I will follow through with my promises. You might not realize it now, but you are mine and when I want something the way I want you, I get it.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
“You and me, we have always been made for each other. I will let you run, deny it and even pretend like you want to date for a while, but eventually, I will take you and I will fuck you so damned slowly you won’t know what hit you, then I will keep you forever because there is no way in hell you are getting away again.”
“I…” I whisper, my lips parting. “I…don’t…I don’t…”
He slides his thumb over my lip. “We aren’t done; we are so far from it…”
“It’s over.” I murmur.
“No, Mischief, it is only just beginning.”
“Please.”
Harley and Reagan stand and go inside, and Travis presses me harder against the railing.
“I let you go without a fight before, I won’t do it again. So run Mischief, try me out, I will find you. You are my life line and I can’t cut that again.”
“Trav…you are different now…I don’t know if I like it.”
He snakes his tongue out and slides it across my bottom lip.
“I may be different, but one thing that hasn’t changed is my need for you. Don’t play with me Mischief, you won’t win. The sooner you realize we are meant to be, and come back to me, the better.”
“That isn’t going to happen.” I whimper, as he drags his lips down my neck.
“It’s happening.”
“Why?” I gasp. “Tell me why? You hated me a week ago.”
“I was angry at you, wouldn’t you be angry? But you were right, I did hurt you and I am partly to blame. I never moved on Mischief and I don’t plan to. I want you, so we can go back and forth with this if you like, but it ends the same way…”
“And how is that?” I whisper.
“You naked, beneath me…”
“You just want to fuck me?”
He grins, that stupid lopsided grin.
“No baby, I want to claim you. Not jus
t your body, but your soul.”
“Travis…are you drunk?”
He snorts. “You think I want you because I am drunk? What part did you seem to miss in the past ten years? The bit where I was your best friend, or the bit where we were lovers? Do you think I can just get over something like that?”
“I…I…”
“Exactly; resign yourself to this fact baby, because those panties are coming off.”
I gape. “What makes you think you are getting anywhere near my panties?”
He gives me a slow, sexy grin.
“Because, I am Travis Phoenix.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Reagan and I head to Trav’s concert the next night. I haven’t spoken to Trav again but I couldn’t get out of coming tonight. Part of me could lie and say I don’t want to be here, but that is all it would be, a lie. I do want to be here because Trav’s words thump through my mind. I will have you, you are mine, and I want you. It doesn’t frighten me, or scare me off because I want him, I just won’t let myself accept that fact.
I watch as Trav slides across the stage half naked, he still holds that sex appeal that has most women swooning. I know that I clench with remembrance when I watch him move like that. Reagan and I dance, and scream our praise out to Harley. We are mid-way through dancing and screaming when Travis announces that he wants to sing a special song.
“This one is for my girl, the love of my life.”
I freeze and feel my world stop. For a moment it feels like I am the only one in the room, because I can’t hear anything else but him. He grips the microphone and begins singing in that sexy, husky voice. The song causes shivers to race up my arms; Reagan squeezes my hand as I am taken, just for a moment, back to a time when I was Trav’s world.
This time, this place, misused, mistakes.
Too long, too late, who was I to make you wait?
Just once chance, just one breath,
Just in case there’s just one left.
Coz you know, you know, you know….
I love you, and I loved you all along
And I miss you, for far away for far too long
I keep dreaming, you’ll be with me and you’ll never go
Stop breathing, if I don’t see you anymore.
On my knees, our last, last chance for one last dance.
With you, I’d withstand all of it to hold your hand
I’d give it all, I bleed for us, give anything
But I won’t give up, coz you know, you know…
I love you, and I loved you all along
And I miss you, for far away for far too long
I keep dreaming, you’ll be with me and you’ll never go
Stop breathing, if I don’t see you anymore…
I am bawling; big, hot heavy tears slide down my cheeks. Travis is looking at me, looking right into my eyes. I turn and I run, I run out of the concert and across the road to the beach. Rain is thundering down hard and heavy, and I am soaked in minutes. I heave and pant, gripping my stomach and bending over. God, what have I done? What have I done?
I was a fool for leaving; I can see that so clearly now. The cold droplets slide down my face, blending with my tears. I put my face up to the sky; I just need to feel again, need to feel something, anything. Travis appears through the mist, as soaked as I am. He is panting and his eyes are pained, fans are screaming in the club over the road but he left it all to chase me.
“Why did you do that Trav? Sing that song. You are breaking me.”
“I am breaking you? You fucking broke me Violet, two years ago. Why did you fucking come back, if you didn’t want to see me again? You knew I would want you back.”
“No, I didn’t!” I cry.
“Then why? Why did you fucking come back?”
“I needed to make it better.”
He grips my face, his fingers dig into my jaw.
“You left me; you tore my fucking heart out.”
“I was a fool Travis; I never gave you the chance you deserved. I never let you explain, I just ran and I made a mistake.”
“You broke my heart, tore it to shreds. I couldn’t breathe without you Mischief; I couldn’t do anything but drown…”
Travis is holding me so close; I can nearly taste the alcohol on his breath. The rain is blending with my tears; I can’t feel their warmth anymore.
“You are damaged now Trav, you are no good…” I whimper as he steps closer, pressing my body to his.
“I don’t fucking care; my life without you has been dark. You are my light now, I need you, fix me Mischief, fix this.”
“I want to…” I whisper.
“Then that’s enough.”
He crushes his lips down on mine and I grip his arms, dragging my body closer to his. I need him, need to feel his comfort. All I have ever needed was him. He opens my lips with his tongue and when it touches mine I moan and cling to him. We are soaked, our bodies pressing together, fans are screaming but I don’t care. I need this.
“Trav…” I whimper.
“If I don’t feel you around me, I will die.”
He takes my hands and we hurry up to the limo on the curb. Fans are screaming and bellowing but he doesn’t even glance at them, he opens the door and shoves me inside. He slams it when he is in and turns to the driver.
“Drive until I say stop.”
Then he presses a button to give us the privacy we need. He grips my face, planting his lips down over mine again. I have missed him so much; everything in my life makes sense when Travis is around. He grips my skirt and yanks it down, and then he slides my top off. He undoes my bra and has it flicked off in a second. He lowers me down on the seat and I slide about for a moment, I am so wet from the rain.
I grip his shirt, yanking it over his head. I toss it on the pile of my clothes and I reach desperately for his jeans. He growls when I yank them down and pull his body over mine. I need him, God so badly. My sex is clenching in anticipation. He is kissing me so furiously my lips are swollen and aching. I grip his wet hair and tangle my fingers through it, tugging him closer.
“God, I am going to fuck you so hard.”
I moan and wrap my legs around his waist. He puts a hand down beside my head, while the other tweaks my nipples and rolls them about. He has one knee on the floor and the other knee on the seat beside me. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my sex. He slides it up and down, then he grips it and plunges into me so hard and fast I cry out. I haven’t been with another man since Trav.
“Fuck, holy fuck.” He rasps.
He slides out, and then slowly pushes back in. My nails grate down his back until I find his ass; I grip it and pull him closer, my moans tangle with his. Our bodies slide together, turning quickly from cold to steaming hot. He thrusts his hips with desperation, sliding his cock in and out until I am screaming. I don’t give a fuck about the driver, or the fact that we are in a car fucking like animals. I don’t care about anything but him.
“Oh God, Trav…” I rasp.
I release so hard he struggles to move through my clenching.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you are so fucking tight.”
He slides out, and plunges back in, growling raggedly as he does. He is slamming me so hard it hurts, I grip his arms to slow him down but he has unexplainable stamina. He thrusts and thrusts until I am crying out again and again.
“God, I have to come, so hard.”
“I am not…” I moan. “On the pill.”
“Fuck.”
He pumps hard and fast, bringing me to another release, then he pulls out and growls a ragged, angry cry as he releases into his hand, spurt after spurt shoot from his cock. I stare with wide eyes, as he shudders violently. I am even more shocked to see he is still hard. He grips a towel and wipes his hand, and then he falls back onto the chair and grips my hips, lifting me and positioning me over his lap.
“Trav, again?”
“Again.” He hisses.
I stare down at him, and it is only
then I realize he is high as a kite. It is why he has all this stamina; it is why he was thrusting so hard.
“You are high.” I whisper.
He narrows his eyes and glares at me.
“So what, it feels the same.”
“Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”
I get off his lap and grip my clothes, struggling to pull them on. Travis sits in the seat and lights a cigarette, he stares over at me like he doesn’t care. What has happened to my Travis? When I am dressed, I yell at the limo driver to pull over. I open the door and leap out.
“Fuck it Mischief, get in the car.”
“If you want me Travis, you stop that or this won’t happen again.”
I slam the door and wave down a cab before he gets the chance to get out and follow me. I shiver the entire way over to Chief’s house; I don’t feel like going home right now. My mind is in a whirl, Travis was high; will he even remember that tomorrow? I pay the cab driver when we arrive and I get out of the cab. I see all the bikes and sigh, the club members are here. I probably smell like sex, I know I likely look just fucked.
When I get out back, the club members stop talking and big grins appear on their faces. I peer at all of them, and I can’t help but smile back. I have missed them all too. Chief is sitting with Rena on his lap and it sickens me to think that woman has possibly been with Travis AND my Father. I shudder. He shoves her off his lap when he notices me and she pouts.
“Mischief, girl is that you?” Bill grins, standing.
“It’s me, didn’t the old man tell you I was back?”
“He did, but I had to see it!”
He hugs me and swings me around.
“Girl, you smell like sex!”
I smile sheepishly and stare over at Chief, who has narrowed his eyes and is glaring at me.
“Mischief, if you tell me you fucked Travis Phoenix I am going to lose it.”
“What I do is my business.”
He stands and storms over, gripping my arm and yanking me inside.
“Later guys!” I yell.
When we get into the kitchen, he spins me around to face him.
“What is wrong with you girl?”
“Nothing Daddy, I can make my own choices and I am making them.”
“He is a fucking junkie, he is all messed up.”
“I know that. I want to help him.”
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