He’d show her just how generous he could be in bed.
He continued lazily stroking her with the dildo with one hand and upended another, smaller pouch onto the bed. The small bullet was nothing like what she’d shown him their first night, but it was perfect for what he wanted to do. He’d had nothing but time to consider.
Bliss’s hips undulated, her motions faster, far more intent than his. He let the dildo slide from her pussy and tossed it a few feet over.
“No,” she wailed.
He braced an arm across her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her, and twisted the bullet on. The second he touched her mound with it she shrieked and her knees clamped down on his shoulders. He watched in fascination as her spine bowed and her body shuddered.
Damn.
He hadn’t even touched her clit or anything.
Her body went slack and he removed the tiny vibrator. He hadn’t realized how much stimulation the dildo had provided. Clearly he had a lot to learn about sex toys and Bliss’ body.
He was about to become the most dedicated student.
Travis turned the vibe off and crawled up her body. She looped her arms around his neck and hauled him down, wrapping her legs over his hips and kissing him deeply. He rolled them to their sides and kissed her back.
He’d made her that crazy. He’d pushed her to orgasm.
It was a surprisingly satisfying accomplishment.
Bliss reared back, wiggling out of his hold. He let her go, but instead of taking off for the bathroom, regrouping, or anything he’d expected, she slithered down his body, yanking his underwear down in the process.
“Wow, Bliss....”
He rolled to his back and stopped talking. There was something about a naked woman with intent in her eye. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch.
She stripped his underwear off him and straddled his thighs. God, she was amazing. He hated the dark bruises dotting her flesh, but she’d overcome them. There would be time to address the rest of it. She grabbed the bullet he’d discarded and twisted it on.
“What are you going to do with that?” He eyed the vibrator with apprehension.
“You’ll see.” She grinned at him and bent until her ass was in the air and her elbows pressed into the mattress.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to see anything except her ass. Damn but he liked her butt. It was round and just right for his hands.
Bliss fisted his cock in a firm grasp. Nothing tentative or unsure about that. She slid her palm up and down his erection before licking up the underside, right along the vein that throbbed.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered and thrust up into her grasp.
She placed the bullet just under the mushroom cap. He gasped, his hips shooting up off the mattress. The vibrator rubbed the length of his cock. It was weird. The sensations were arousing but also fairly...ticklish. He jerked his hips back and forth, the muscles in his shoulders and neck tightening.
“Breathe,” Bliss whispered.
He had a vague impression of her grinning at him, and her breasts resting on his thighs.
She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. The wet heat of her mouth against his sensitized dick was amazing. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she went to town twisting, licking, and sucking him.
Her hand cupped his balls and the bullet pressed right between his testicles.
He shouted and thrust far harder than he’d ever intend into her mouth. One hand wound up in her hair, the other in the sheets. His vision hazed, and he had the sensation of everything whizzing by, like they were on a bullet train.
Bliss sat up, breathing deep, and turned the vibrator off. Her chin was damp and a bit of his seed coated her lips.
He sat up and glanced at his still-erect dick.
“Did I come?”
“Uh, yeah.” She chuckled and swiped her hand across her mouth.
“God damn.”
Bliss smothered her chuckle behind her hand.
Oh man, he looked so confused. It was rather adorable.
“How am I still hard if I just came?”
She tracked his gaze to his erect penis. It hadn’t softened much, if at all.
“Some guys can come more than once.”
“Is that natural?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled.
“Oh. Okay. Cool.” He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up the bed and into his arms.
She giggled, relishing the feeling of being manhandled. This was a first. She’d never thought the idea of being tossed around in bed was that great, but with Travis? She could become a fan.
Travis kissed her briefly while he hauled them both up to their knees. He pushed her forward and she grasped the headboard with both hands.
Things went flying from the bottom of the bed until she heard a very familiar crinkling sound.
Oh, yes! She gave a mental cheer and peered over her shoulder in time to watch him roll the condom on. He caught her gaze and her grin widened.
He palmed her bottom with both hands, leaning over her. She could feel the press of his cock against her ass.
“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this ass?”
Her breath caught in her throat. He’d been thinking about her? For as long as she’d wanted him?
“The second you walked out of that police station, fuck, I knew I wanted you.”
He pulled back and the next thing she felt was the thick, blunt head of his cock. Unlike the dildo, he was warm, but just as unyielding. The teasing he’d given her earlier just wasn’t enough. She wanted him to pound into her, make every fiber of her body feel.
She pushed back, impaling herself on him. A groan escaped her lips. He thrust and she dug her nails into the headboard. His arm circled her waist, holding her up or captive, she didn’t know yet. He worked himself in and out, slowly, but she could feel his control eroding.
“Travis.” She tossed her head back. “Fuck me.”
“Like this?” He put real force behind it, enough to rock her forward and make the bed shudder.
Electric tendrils of lust snaked through her body.
“Yes,” she shouted.
He wrapped one hand around her throat, but didn’t squeeze. It was almost tender, the way he braced part of his hand against her chest.
Again he thrust, each pass of his cock branding her body as his. She moved with him, but it was mostly his contained power pumping into her, touching her in a way no toy would. There was no replacement for the feel of him inside of her or how he stirred her heart.
“Oh, Travis.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder as her body gave itself over to the orgasm. Her muscles went lax, and he held her, supporting her weight as he fucked the daylights out of her.
She held onto the headboard until he shouted and stilled, clutching her to his chest.
“That was fucking amazing.” She panted and kissed his hand.
Her heart was doing weird things in her chest. Things she didn’t have a name for, yet.
14.
Travis focused on keeping his breathing even in an attempt to lower his heart rate.
He’d basically told Bliss he’d marry her.
What was he thinking?
He wasn’t. That was the problem. He’d been half awake and horny, so he’d said whatever it took to get in her panties.
A small voice deep down inside whispered, Liar.
It was almost seven. He could probably slip out, book a flight home, and be gone by noon. With a little distance between them, he was sure they’d both come to their senses. It was the right thing to do. Falling for a client never went well, and Bliss didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She could spout the nice line about accepting him for who he was all she wanted. Until the ugly reality set in. Life with him would never be easy.
He plugged his proverbial ears to keep from the chant of Liar out of his conscious thoughts.
The phone on the nig
htstand vibrated.
This was his opportunity.
He gently rolled her to her side, off his arm, and snagged the phone.
“Mm, Travis? What’s wrong?” She blinked up at him, not even fully awake.
“Office. Go back to sleep.” He hit the Answer button, grabbed his shorts and headed for the hall. “What’s up?”
“Damn, I thought you’d be up,” Gavin said.
“It’s been a long couple of days. What’s up? Find Daniel?” Travis pulled the shorts up and took the stairs down to the ground floor.
“No, man. Boss wanted me to see if you had Ethan’s hospital records. They didn’t come back with him.”
“Mason has those.” He peered out the window, looking first for the cops stationed at the end of the street. Not a soul was up yet.
“Oh, right, right. I guess he will come by today sometime then. Cool. Enjoy Vegas.”
“Hey, Gavin, wait.” Travis glanced over his shoulder, up the stairs. “Can you get me a flight back to base this morning?”
“Dude, seriously? I thought the boss was clearing you—”
“Yes or no?”
“Yeah, I can handle it, or I can pass it over to Ops. Actually, it’ll be faster if I do it. You want the aisle, right?”
“Yeah. Thanks, man.”
“See ya soon.”
Travis hung up and blew out a breath.
Part of him wanted to crawl back in bed with Bliss, keep the lie of a future going a little while longer, but he couldn’t do that.
Liar.
He turned the coffee pot on and tossed a breakfast burrito in the microwave.
There were cops and the FBI here to take care of her. Chances were, they’d reunite her with her sister, parents or both, and his presence would be completely pointless. It wasn’t as if he’d done anything useful since finding her, and in truth, all he’d done was get Ethan hurt and waste a lot of Mason’s time.
“What’s going on?” Bliss descended the stairs, her steps lagging and her eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Work. They need me to get back today.” The lie slid out, cold and hollow, but until they were back to being rational he would tell her whatever he needed to.
“Oh. Today? Like, right now?”
“Yeah, afraid so.”
“Hey, will you stop for a second and look at me?” She grabbed his hand and tugged him to face her.
He needed to set her straight, for both their sakes.
Liar.
Travis looked down at her tousled hair, her lips still swollen from last night. She’d put his shirt on, which he didn’t want to think too much about.
“I’m not sure this is going to work, Bliss. I’ve been going over it in my head and...I don’t think it’s going to work out.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Wait, what do you mean?” She snatched her hand back.
“I mean us.” He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge to keep from grabbing her and taking it all back. What the hell was wrong with him. “What are we going to do? Spend a weekend a month together? I can’t be tied down with too many responsibilities away from the job.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
Liar!
“Your job means that much to you?”
“I don’t have to explain it to you.” He grit his teeth.
A job didn’t keep him warm at night or kiss him or make him feel like she did.
Bliss took a step back, her mouth working soundlessly.
LIAR!
He winced, both because that voice was right and—he didn’t want to hurt her. But one way or another, he would. There wasn’t a good thing about him, and the faster she learned that, the better. It would hurt her a lot less now than a year or five down the road, after they’d made all the mistakes and left all the scars that would never heal.
His phone beeped. Gavin was good. His flight information was all there in a nice, neat text. At least with work he knew where he stood, how to operate. He’d die if he stayed on with Aegis for the rest of his life. It was just a matter of time until he caught the right bullet in the wrong place. If he left Aegis, there wasn’t anything for him in the civilian world. He couldn’t support her, much less himself.
She was better off without him.
The voice didn’t call him a liar this time, because it was the undeniable truth. He might have feelings for her, hell, he very well might love her, but that was a curse.
“I’ll be out of here in less than an hour.”
The microwave dinged. He grabbed the still-hot breakfast burrito and headed for the stairs.
More like he fled.
This was the right thing to do.
Wasn’t it?
Bliss stood in the smaller bedroom over the garage, listening for sounds of the car.
Travis was leaving.
He was serious.
She still couldn’t wrap her head around it all. Last night they’d almost said they loved each other. You didn’t offer to marry someone you didn’t love, right? And today they were over. Done with.
The hole in her chest was so new and raw she didn’t really feel it yet. She was just...numb.
Travis’ rental backed out of the garage. She stepped to the side, out of his line of sight. It was one thing to wait around, mooning and depressed, it was another for him to know how much this hurt.
What had she done wrong? What was wrong with her?
She wiped her hand across her cheek. The tears she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry streamed down her cheeks. She pressed her back to the wall and slid to the carpet.
Seven days. Was it really possible to fall in love with someone that fast?
Her broken heart said yes.
She hadn’t harbored any kind of illusions. Yes, she knew that things wouldn’t be easy with Travis, she’d have to be okay with less in exchange for being loved by him, but they could make it work.
God, she needed to pull it together. Jade and Connor would be here soon to—she didn’t really know. Move her? Question her?
They weren’t Travis.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her hands.
Life just wasn’t fair.
Scene break.
Daniel started the dead cop’s car and eased out a full thirty seconds after Travis turned out of the residential area. He hadn’t been able to tell how many people were inside the house, but there was only one in the truck.
He’d take his chances.
Travis had to die before he executed the rest of his plan anyway.
“Keys, sir?”
Travis stared at the rental keys.
What was he doing? Was this really the right choice?
He was going to spend the next five days drinking himself stupid. At home. Alone.
His pocket vibrated.
Bliss.
“Excuse me?” He yanked the phone out of his pocket.
“Sure thing.” The attendant turned away, busying himself with paperwork behind the counter.
Not Bliss. Ethan.
“Hey, man,” Travis said.
“What the fuck are you doing up this early?” Ethan’s voice was raspy, low and slightly slurred. Drugs or alcohol? Maybe both?
“On my way to see you.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“I don’t know. You’re my friend?”
“Unless you’re bringing Bliss, I don’t want to see your sorry ass.”
Travis blew out a breath.
“What do you want, Ethan?”
“I want to know why you’re making a huge, fucking mistake.”
“Ethan, Bliss isn’t Molly.”
“Good. Because I’d beat your ass if you thought she was a good idea. The shit I’ve put up with. Wait—have you slept with my wife? Ex-wife?”
“What? No. Did someone say she did?”
“Oh fuck, don’t tell me you don’t know.”
“No, m
an, I don’t.”
“Yeah, she’s cheated on me. Yeah, I’ve caught her three fucking times. Believe me, stick with Bliss.”
Travis stared at the wall.
Molly? Cheating on Ethan? But they’d seemed so perfect.
“Listen, you like her. Don’t leave. Don’t come back. Stay there and get a ring on it. Girls like that don’t come along every day. Hear me?”
“Yeah.”
If Ethan and Molly couldn’t make it, what chance did they have?
“And I can hear you thinking. You aren’t me, and Bliss ain’t Molly. She told me she was unhappy years ago, but I asked her to stay. I ruined us and I know it.”
“Are you drinking, Ethan?”
“Fuck yeah I am.”
Shit. There was no telling what alcohol and the pills would do. Travis was going to have to make a few calls.
“You’ll never stop wondering what if if you come home now,” Ethan said.
Travis balled his hand into a fist. Damn Ethan for speaking his thoughts.
Travis knew the odds were against them, but what if he was wrong? Wasn’t it time for something to go right in his life?
“I’ll talk to you later, man. Put the bottle down.” Travis hung up and fired off a quick text to Gavin. Someone needed to keep an eye on Ethan. He jangled the keys at the attendant. “I’m going to need to keep these a bit longer.”
“Okay.”
Travis jogged out of the rental car shop and climbed back into his SUV.
The feds weren’t supposed to get to the house until noon. He had an hour and a half to beat them there and make things right.
It was crazy and he was probably stupid, but what else was there for him these days? Didn’t he deserve to at least try to be happy?
And Bliss made him happy. He’d been serious about getting hitched. Yeah, they didn’t know each other all that well, but when something was right it was right.
He loved Bliss.
And he was going to tell her.
Daniel pulled into the small parking lot outside a florist’s shop.
Flowers.
How typical.
His wives never needed such things. They were damn well happy with what he gave them.
The location was pretty perfect. Stores bordered the lot on three sides and a dumpster sat between him and the road. He had a straight line of sight to the SUV, now all he needed was for Travis to emerge.
He pulled out the cop’s gun and checked the chamber.
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