SCORE (Travis Brothers Book 1)

by Juliette Jones

  He’s kissing a line down my stomach … to my thighs. He’s licking and kissing my skin. Getting closer …

  “Blake,” I begin to protest, but he’s kissing me there, through the wet, thin lace of my panties and it feels so good I just let him. I can’t resist the pleasure he’s giving me. He moves the lace to the side, peeling my panties off. He licks the soft lips of my pussy, dipping his tongue between the folds to find the delicate nub. I gasp his name.

  “You taste so good, baby,” he’s murmuring. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sucks on my clit and his fingers touch me, skating and rubbing, until the pleasure is simply too much. It’s crazy. Nearly unendurable. The silky spasms of my body clench gently around his tongue as he licks into me.

  He licks me until the ripples begin to calm. Then Blake climbs up next to me. He smooths my hair back from my face and stares into my eyes.

  “Skye.” He kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s astoundingly intimate, like he’s claimed me already. He’s murmuring sweet words as he kisses me. “I love being with you, baby. I love the way you taste. I want you so much. So much. But I can wait for you. As long as you want.”

  I don’t want to wait. I want this. I want him. Blake, I want you. I want you.

  He rolls onto his back and pulls me along with him so I’m lying on top of him. I can feel his huge cock rubbing against my stomach. It’s so hot. So incredibly hard. Feeling it there, so close to … oh, God, I want him so much.

  We’re writhing, kissing … until I feel the hard ridge of his cock slide against my slick pussy. He’s pushed his boxers lower and the head of his enormous cock is shiny with moisture. I’m scared but at the same time I feel wildly greedy for him. I don’t want any barriers between us.

  Our bodies are so wet, so eager. His cock slides against my silky folds. My body is cradling his thick length. Blake presses more firmly against me, parting me, rubbing his cock against the tiny hyper-sensitive nub.

  That’s when it starts to happen again. The ripples of pleasure start building deep inside me. His fingers grip and explore. I writhe against him and his cock presses more strongly against my clit. I moan, awed by this overload of sensation. I pull him closer. His cock is so hot and so freaking big. The broad, wet head of his cock slides into the slippery entrance of my body. A tidal wave of pleasure is building, ready to burst. I need it to burst. I need you so much, Blake. I’m gripping him, but my body resists. I’m so wet but I’m too tight. I squirm against him as he grips my hips and bucks into me, driving deeper. The warm, silky friction of his thick cock forcing its way inside me ignites a pleasure so intense I cry out. He thrusts again. And again. Lifting me, gripping me, invading me with slow, measured aggression. His big cock rubs against a sweet, aching trigger and the bliss erupts. The melting wave overflows. My pussy starts to clench lusciously around him, pulling him deeper, milking every inch of his thick length until he’s as deep as I can take him.

  Blake is groaning. He’s thrusting into me, over and over. He drives deep and his big cock starts to jerk violently inside me. The pulsing bulk of his cock and the hot jets of his cum trigger more – and more – of those spiralling waves of pleasure. I’m riding him, grinding and squirming to feel every inch of his spilling beauty.

  Our climax is so intense it takes a while for us to come down from it. We’re wrapped around each other. We’re breathing hard and our hearts beat in sync. I kiss his lips and he’s gazing up at me. His hands weave gently into my hair. His slick, slow-pulsing cock is still semi-hard inside me.

  He kisses me again.

  “Skye,” he murmurs. “I found you. I finally found you.”

  We lay like that for a long time, entranced, wrapped around each other, staring into each other’s eyes. We’re in a daze, lulled by the lingering effects of our rush, entwined like we can’t bear to be separated. I have never felt so whole and so complete, with Blake deep inside me. His cock is hard again, filling me up like he’s taken possession not just of my body but of my soul.

  He carefully turns us so he’s on top. He’s so strong it barely jostles us and he holds his weight so he’s not crushing me. I love how big he is, and how strong. And how careful. He touches his fingers to my cheek, like he’s making sure I’m real. He kisses my lips.

  I want to stay right here inside you forever, he whispers. My girl. My Skye.

  I gasp as he thrusts his hard bulk deeper. This time we go slow. My arms and legs are wrapped around him. His cock is so big and so thick, thrusting in a lazy but demanding rhythm as his tongue dips into my mouth. I start to come again. My pussy clamps snugly around him as I suck on his tongue. The wet, tight constriction of my body milking his big cock makes him come again too, and he groans like his heart’s breaking. I can feel the throbbing pulses as his cum gushes deep inside me.

  I’m dazed with pleasure and sweet, sated lust. I want to hold him and taste him and keep him inside me. So I do. I play with his hair and kiss his lips and whisper in his ear to tell him how good he feels.

  Much later, still half-dazed with pleasure, I vaguely notice it’s dark outside. I can hear the lap of water against the shore down below the deck. A blanket has been wrapped around us and I’m curled on my side, comforted by warmth and sleep, entirely enveloped in Blake’s protective embrace. He’s kissing my neck, licking me in lusty, gentle nips. His arms are wrapped around me. His hand fondles my breast. He teases my soft nipple between two fingers, rolling gently until it hardens into a tight little bud. Then he moves to the other breast, doing the same, touching them with the span of his fingers, playing tenderly. Blake isn’t just spooning me; his hot, heavy cock is wedged deep inside me. He pulls back a little before sliding deeper. His fingers skate across the saturated lips of my pussy, fingering my clit, caressing me with languid tenderness. The pleasure is astounding. I arch back against him, squeezing, teasing. I want to make him come again.

  He growls when I retreat the tiniest bit and grips me hard, driving as deep as he can go. Mine. You’re mine, sweet girl, and I’m yours. I’m never letting you go.

  His words, delivered as they are along with the thick, impaling pleasure of his cock forcing its way inside, shatter me. The pulsing glow blooms, and my inner muscles clench strongly around him until the jetting warmth of his cum floods me and spills, wetting my thighs.

  Nothing will ever feel as good as this. Nothing could ever feel as good as he does.

  I open my eyes.

  There are leafy trees above me and I’m wrapped in a blanket. It’s dawn and the sky at the horizon is barely pink with the first light of day.

  It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. I turn my head to see … oh my God. Blake Travis. My Blake. My beautiful Blake.

  The quarterback.

  Oh my God. I had sex with the star quarterback. Three times.

  And it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

  With no hesitations, no inhibitions, no nothing.

  I let myself stare at him for a few seconds. He’s asleep, half-covered in the blanket, his tanned, brawny chest gently rising and falling with his breathing. His black hair is a glorious mess. His face, in sleep, is peaceful. And so handsome it makes me want to cry.

  What have I done?

  I can’t handle getting close to someone as perfect as Blake. He’ll leave me. I feel like I’m about to have a panic attack. I have to get out of here. I have to get away from him before he hurts me or leaves me.

  Carefully, I ease out of our makeshift bed, so I don’t wake him. I take a towel from a stack and clean myself … of our cum. Of my own virgin blood.

  I find my top and my jeans and pull them on. Then, before he wakes up, I let myself out.

  I don’t bother wiping the hot tears away as I walk down a side street, making my way in the general direction of the town, the university, the dorm I’ll eventually find. I don’t want him to find me.

  Everyone I ever loved has left me.

  Blake Travis will be no differen
t. It was a mistake. A one-off. We got carried away, that’s all. I don’t care about his rule or how drop-dead gorgeous he is. How amazingly good he felt inside me. Coming in hot, surging gushes.

  I couldn’t keep my parents from leaving me and there’s no way I’ll be able to hold onto someone like a Mustang-driving quarterback. It’s best if I steer clear of what can only cause me pain. I can’t handle any more pain.

  I can handle avoiding pain. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

  Blake will be better off with his own type of girl, he’ll learn that. Not some loner misfit like me. Now that his rule has been broken he can move on, and find someone who’ll make him happy. I can’t make him happy. If I can’t even make myself happy, how in the world could I do it for him?

  It’s best this way. I’m sure he can see that.

  I take my phone out of my pocket, check how much money I have and decide to call myself a ride. I’m tired. I’m sore. I think my heart might be broken. I google-earth my location and order my driver. Then I sit on the curb and figure I’ve got ten minutes.

  At least I lost my virginity to the hottest specimen of manhood in Texas, there’s the upside.

  There are too many downsides to think about. The thoughts won’t be ignored, though. They keep on breaking through. I didn’t tell him I was on the pill. That some doctor at a free clinic said the pills would help regulate my periods. The best remedy, she said, was to eat plenty of good, nutritious food. But that had been a luxury beyond my reach. At least the pills would help me avoid my parents’ mistakes, I figured. Of being too young and too desperate – desperate enough to fuck everything up and leave their lonely child behind.

  I sit there on that curb and let myself cry like I haven’t cried in ten whole years.

  I wish … but there’s no point in wishing. If wishes came true, my life wouldn’t have turned out like it has. If wishes came true I’d be a better person who deserved a man like Blake.

  The car pulls up and I wipe my eyes.

  It was fun, Blake Travis. It was the most fun I’ve ever had. And it’s over.

  So I pick myself up, dust myself off and do my best to get on with my life.

  “Skye?” I pat the space next to me where she was. It’s cold.

  It barely registers that it’s daylight. I look around for her and notice her clothes are gone.

  I run inside the house, calling out her name. She’s not in the kitchen or the bathrooms or any of the bedrooms.

  She’s gone.

  She’s fucking gone.

  Why would she just leave me? After everything that happened? After the beautiful, unbelievable, amazing, life-changing night we shared? I need her! I finally found her and I’m fucking keeping her! How could she walk away?

  I couldn’t stop my parents from dying and I wouldn’t stop my brothers from living their lives in different places, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the love of my life walk out on me at least without an explanation or a goodbye. I’m going to demand at least that much from her. Then I’m going to fucking convince her that she’s wrong. We’re meant to be together and that’s all there is to it.

  Fuck.

  I pull on my jeans and grab a t-shirt. Then I jump in my car and start driving around the neighborhood. She couldn’t have gotten far. It’s a long walk back to the campus.

  I can’t find her. I pound my fist against the steering wheel and swear a lot even though no one can hear me.

  Where is she?

  I spend a long time driving, searching, until I get to the campus. I park my car and start walking towards some of the dorms where the freshmen live. Fifty thousand students go to UT at Austin. Possibly ten thousand of them are freshmen. How am I ever going to find her? I run around like a fucking idiot, calling her name. When someone comes out of one of the dorms, I squeeze through the door before it closes and walk the hallways, looking for her. Looking for her name on a door. A clue. Something. Anything. A glimpse of the golden gleam of her hair. Her smile. Her face.

  “Hey, aren’t you Blake Travis?” some kid asks me and I ignore him, walking straight past him. “Good luck tonight!” he calls after me.

  Tonight? What’s tonight?

  A game.

  A game I have no interest in.

  I don’t care about anything. Not even football.

  Not without her.

  I need to find her. That’s the only fucking thing I’m going to do. I need her.

  Where is she?

  So I go to the one place I know she’ll go, even if it’s not now. Even if it’s not for hours or days or a week, I simply don’t care.

  I drive to the art building. And I sit there in the concrete where we sat together and she smiled at me. My heart hurts and the day takes on a shimmery, dream-like edge.

  This is where I’ll stay until she comes back to me.

  I’ll just wait right here for you until you come back.

  When I get to my room Piper’s still asleep. I take a shower and realize I feel … empty. Just completely, utterly empty.

  I try to sleep for a while but I can’t stop thinking of him. His face and the way he smiles. How sincere he is. How beautiful. How amazingly good he feels when he’s inside me, groaning my name as he comes in hot, seedy bursts. I think about his rule, now broken. His parents, gone, just like mine. I get up and try to do some sketching but I only end up drawing his face, which I can’t even begin to do justice. So I draw a football helmet. And the number 11.

  Maybe I should have tried to explain to him more clearly how broken I am. Maybe I shouldn’t have just left like that. But I knew what he would say. Stay. Don’t go.

  I’m scared. Scared of needing him as much as I already do. Scared that he’ll hurt me and leave me, like everyone always does.

  Piper comes back into the room after a shower. She’s a sundress and has a towel wrapped around her wet hair. “Have you seen all this stuff on social media? There’s a football game that starts in less than an hour and Blake Travis is nowhere to be found. Everyone’s looking for him. Some guy saw him running through a dorm this morning but he hasn’t been seen since. He’s not at his house and he’s not answering his phone. Isn’t that crazy? I wonder where he is.”

  I stand next to her and look at her phone as she scrolls. It’s all people are talking about. The starting quarterback is missing.

  “Did he ever find you, Skye?” Piper starts brushing her long, gold-red hair.

  “Yeah. He did.”

  She stops and stares at me. “He did? What happened?”

  “He invited me to have breakfast with him, at his house. So I did.”

  “You went to Blake Travis’s house? What happened?”

  “We talked. We … hung out. Then I left.”

  “Do you know where he could be, Skye? Did he say anything?”

  “No. I mean, I left his house and he was still there when I left.”

  “What time was that?”

  “It was … ” I hesitate, but what the hell. “Around five o’clock this morning.”

  “You slept there?”

  “We drank some champagne. It was his birthday. We slept on this lounge chair by his pool.”

  Piper’s studying my face, but she’s not going to push me. I realize how lucky I am to have her as a friend. She’s more interested in how I feel about what’s just happened to me than the gossip. “Are you okay, Skye?”

  I brush a tear away. “I’m fine. I’m just … I wonder where he is. I hope he’s okay. I left kind of abruptly.”

  She gives me a hug, and it’s just what I need. “The football team is freaking out,” she says. “There are NFL scouts coming to this game. They need their quarterback.”

  And then it occurs to me. When I looked up and you were gone, I couldn’t handle it. So I ran up into those stands and I asked your friend about you and when she told me, I’ve been counting down the seconds until I could see you again. Because I knew where I might find you. Right here.

  I grip
her hands. “I think I know where he is. We have to go find him.”

  We scramble around to finish dressing, then we run all the way to the art building.

  Blake is sitting there, leaning against the wall with his knees bent and his head resting on his arms, in the exact spot where we sat together when he first came looking for me.

  “Oh my God,” says Piper. “There he is.”

  He stands as I run over to him. He’s as gorgeous as always … and angry. But as I step closer to him, his anger fades away, to pure relief.

  He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. As he does, his shirt rides up and I can see the rippled muscles of his six pack. The same six pack my fingers were touching just hours ago as I rubbed my naked body against his and we came together.

  “My girl has come back to me.”

  “Blake, I’m so sorry. For leaving so suddenly.” I can see in his eyes that he’s already forgiven me.

  All I really want to do is give him everything he wants. If only it was that easy.

  Maybe it is that easy.

  “I want to know why,” he says. “Why did you leave so suddenly? Tell me the reasons so I can fix them.” He takes my hands.

  “I just … I got scared. I’m not good at … anything. I’m not good at figuring out how to do things the right way when it comes to other people.” Damn it, I’m crying again. Now that I’ve started, I just can’t seem to stop.

  Blake takes me in his arms and he kisses me. It’s a gentle kiss, worshipful and searingly devoted. “I’m not ‘other people’, Skye. I’m yours. And you’re mine. I told you.”