His breath ghosts over my cheek just before his mouths captures mine. Our kiss is delicate, careful. Our tongues sliding wetly against each other. I know he’s trying not to hurt me. He won’t. I know he won’t. I whimper into his mouth, encouraging him. I’m already lost to the feelings growing in me. Hard, hot hands slide down my back and cup my ass, pulling my stomach tight against the throbbing rod between his legs. The motion makes my stitches pull and I gasp against his mouth.
He loosens his embrace, whispering an apology against my damp skin. His other hand grips my damp braid, pulling my head away from his mouth. My bruised neck is exposed to his gaze. Ever so gently he licks and nips at the column of my throat, taking care not to hurt me. OMG! This is actually happening. For real.
Travis
She is nothing but sweetness in my arms. Her gentle curves pressing against me, her tiny gasps and moans of pleasure burning like lava through my veins, the sugary taste of her against my tongue. Sliding my arm around her, I grip the lush softness of her little ass and pull her tighter against me. My pulsating cock is trapped between us as her leg slides between mine. I can feel the wet heat of her slit as it slides across my thigh. The hot kiss of her pussy against me is almost enough for me to bust my nut.
I still can't believe she shaved for me. When I pushed my shirt up over her hips and saw her pouty pink lips, completely bare and slick with desire, the primary thought in my mind was to spread her wide and fall face first into her. The only thing that stopped me was the glimpse I had of the neat row of sutures, black against her pale skin. Now that I have tended her wound, nothing will stop me from making her mine.
Gently, I remind myself, rolling her onto her back, settling between her smooth legs. She wraps them around my waist pulling me even closer. I push my cock into the mattress, letting my abs rub against her sultry core. If I so much as think about letting my cock touch her pussy right now I won’t be able to stop myself from thrusting inside and riding her hard. That is not how I ever imagined taking her virginity, and I'm not about to fuck this up. She’s going to be screaming my name and coming on my dick before I let go of my control.
Carefully keeping my weight off her ribs, I lean down and capture her mouth again until we get lost in the dance of slippery tongues and scraping teeth. We kiss for hours, or maybe just minutes, before she rolls her pelvis against my abs, her little whimpering breaths breaking through the cloud of lust and love fogging my mind.
Groaning loudly, I tear my lips away from hers and slide downward, lifting the soft weight of her tits in my palms, still being careful not to hurt her.
Her eyelids flutter open, showing me slivers of her bright golden irises and blown pupils as she boldly watches me pull one rosy pink nipple between my lips and suck it to a hard point. My fingers find the other, pinching and rolling the stiff little bud between them. A soul-deep moan is wrenched from her as her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back into the soft pillow, loose strands of her soft hair have escaped her braid and surround her face like a halo.
“You're so fucking gorgeous,” I growl, tracing my fingers over her hip bones as I sit up on my knees and pull her ass onto my thighs so I can feast my eyes on the tender flesh.
Holding my fingers in a vee, I use them to spread her soft slick folds, exposing her wet pink core and the swollen little nub of her clit to my ravishing gaze. Her eyes flicker open and she stares at me, her eyes soft and shining. Her thighs fall open wider, offering everything to me. Never breaking eye contact with her, I press one finger into her clinging heat, feeling her tight channel ripple around it. She moans, thrashing her head against the pillow.
Slowly pumping my hand, I rub small circles against her engorged button with two fingers. It stiffens even more as she cries out my name, spasming around my finger, and I feel a fresh flood of her juices. I add a second finger, stretching her, knowing I will never get inside her otherwise.
She shudders around my plunging fingers, her breath coming in short pants and moans as she lifts herself, working her pussy against my hand until we are both dripping with her cream. Unable to resist the sweet smell of her arousal for another second, I slide an arm under her hips, lifting her to my mouth as I lower toward her.
Her flavor, sweet with the slightest bit of salty hits my tongue and I devour her. My pumping fingers never slow down as I drag my tongue through her lips and suck hard on her clit. I push my underwear out of the way, freeing my jutting cock, and stroke it hard, spreading the slippery wetness on my hand up and down my thick shaft. It’s awkward as hell, but my tight grip on my dick coupled with her honeyed sweetness in my mouth, on my face… fuck! It’s so worth it.
“Oh. Oh… ohhhh. Travis,” she cries out. I add another finger and I’m instantly rewarded by a fresh gush of wetness. Her fingers twist into the sheets and her head is thrashing from side to side as I alternate between fucking her with my fingers and lapping her clit, my tongue soft against her. Her exclamations increase in volume until they are a mindless litany of pleasure.
Her legs suddenly tighten around me, her fingers pulling my hair and locking my face against her pussy. With a wordless scream she cums, her tight channel fluttering around my tongue as I slide my fingers free and lap up her sugar.
Smiling against her sensitive center, I continue licking until she giggles above me, squirming to break the contact. Grinning, I crawl back over her, nestling the swollen head of my cock against her slippery entrance.
“Something funny, baby?” I whisper, pressing the broad head just inside her hot sheath. She sighs and moves against me, taking me deeper.
“Not funny at all. I just feel so good.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask. She shakes her head and moves restlessly under me
Pressing a little further inside, I groan. Her tight little pussy is gripping me as she tries to work herself further onto me.
“You want more of my cock, Sweetpea?” I growl, sucking at the sensitive spot right below her ear. I wasn’t planning to go all the way with her tonight, but the feeling of her wiggling under me, her body begging for more… it obliterates all of my good intentions.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Please, Trav….” Her desperate words fade into a low cry of mingled pain and ecstasy as I press deeper and feel the moment her gripping sheathe softens, making room for me. Unable to hold back another second, I slide in balls deep, her walls contracting around me. She rolls her hips. Her tight little cunt is trying to suck me off. I pull out, leaving just the head inside her entrance and watch the play of emotions as they drift across her expressive face.
Surprise.
Ecstasy.
Lust.
She's so fucking tight, I have to fight my way back in with the next thrust. My eyes are locked on her face, watching as she relishes the slippery glide of my cock inside her. I sink to the hilt and grind hard against her as I grip her waist, holding her where I want her. Her eyes drift up to mine and she smiles at me. Her hands skate across her own skin, plucking at her diamond-hard nipples, before she slides them down my sides and across my abs.
My groan of pleasure is loud in the silent room. Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as I use her hips to work her on my pole. My hips stutter when her fingers slip between us to rub my shaft where we are joined before gliding up to her clit.
“That's it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched.”
She sobs her pleasure, moving against me as much as she can while I continue my deep, steady strokes.
“Come on my cock, Faye,” I order, pulling her fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean. My fingers replace hers, pressing hard against her clit and rubbing tight circles.
She screams my name. He pussy clenches hard around my hammering tool. Harder than I would have ever believed possible. Her juices dribble down her ass and over my balls. Wet slapping sounds fill the room. Watching her shatter beneath me drives me over the edge and I push her knees toward her chest, fucking her even harder, until with a roar, I join her, falling h
eadlong into an orgasm that feels like it's never going to end.
My brain isn’t working, but somehow I manage to collapse beside her instead of crushing her beneath me. I gather her shivering body against me and pull the covers over us. The silence of the room is exaggerated by the sounds of our heavy breathing. Tucking her closer against me, I inhale the clean smell of her skin, kissing her everywhere I can reach.
The even cadence of her breath tells me she is already asleep. Knowing that she is safe, I cuddle her even closer and get my second night of deep, dreamless sleep in years.
Chapter Thirty-One
Faye
So much has happened in just a couple of days that my mind is having a hard time catching up. My whole body hurts as I lie in the big comfy bed with my back spooned against Travis' front. He made love to me over and over last night, until I was too exhausted to lift a finger.
Even in the throes of passion he was so careful with me. Even though I just woke up, I’m already thinking about how good it feels to have him inside me. I want him again but I know that we need to get up. I can see the sky brightening through the windows, and we are supposed to meet Ana and Xavier for breakfast soon. I’d rather stay here, I need to drag my butt out of bed and take another shower. I have never used so much water in my life, but I need one. I can feel the stickiness of our sex marathon between my legs and on my thighs. The last time we made love I was too tired to get out of the bed afterward and fell asleep with his seed still dripping from my body.
Not wanting to be late I carefully slip out from under Travis’ arm and scoot to the edge of the mattress. My muscles protest every movement. My body has been through a lot between the beating the smiling man dished out and the hours of lovemaking last night. Sitting up I stand, cradling my injured arm against me. Travis said I’d be seeing a doctor today. Yesterday I thought I’d be okay. This morning I’m glad I will see her after breakfast.
Slowly I shuffle to the bathroom. It feels like a long way, even though it isn’t.
When I turn on the water the steamy heat billows around me. I stand under the gentle streams of water as it flows over my bruised and tired flesh. I soap my body, massaging the most painful muscles and stretching the rest.
All at once, I'm overtaken with gratitude for being alive.
Upstairs Ana is alive, and from what I witnessed, her husband seemed very happy to see her and her little round belly. We were both so lucky that we came through our trial in one piece. Things could have gone terribly wrong.
Thinking about Ana and the baby draws my thoughts back to the night I spent in Travis’ arms. My hands drift to my own flat stomach—we didn't use any protection last night.
I could be pregnant too.
Would Travis be happy if I am? I know I would be. I know there is nothing Travis wouldn’t do to keep us safe.
I just need to know how the smiling man from my nightmares factored into this whole thing.
The things he said about my mom… I need to know what my mother was to him.
Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe it was just the words of a madman. Maybe not… and that’s the part that worries me. My mom wasn’t the best after we lost my dad, but she was still my mom, and if there was a reason that man killed her I want to find out what it was.
The gravity of my thoughts brings scalding tears to my eyes, and before I know it I am sobbing. The fear and anxiety of the past few days bombards me again. The staggering relief. I came so close to never seeing Travis again. To never being held in his arms while he whispered his love against my skin.
The knowledge that we came so close to never being able to express exactly how much we love each other, almost breaks my heart. I can’t stop crying.
Part of me recognizes that I’m probably still in shock about the events of the previous days. I'm so lost in the storm of my emotions that I don't notice Travis entering the bathroom until he steps into the steamy glass enclosure and folds me against his naked body.
“Shh. It's over, baby. Everything is okay now.”
I stand weeping in the circle of his embrace, losing all sense of time. His rough hands trace a path from my shoulders to the swell of my hips and back. Over and over, he soothes me with his touch and his whispered words of love. When my tears run out I feel as weak and shaky as a newborn calf.
“You ready to go upstairs and see Ana now, Sweetpea?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my unbruised forehead. I do my best to smile at him, but the scab on my lip pulls painfully so instead I nod and turn to shut off the water.
We do have somewhere we are supposed to be even though I know we’d both prefer to stay right in these rooms.
Reluctantly we leave the cocoon of steam and stand under the heat light as Travis dries my skin with the fluffiest towel I can ever remember using. When we are both dry, he scoops me up and moves his mouth over mine as he carries me back into the bedroom to get ready for our day.
We are ahead of schedule, even after Travis used his mouth to make me forget about all the things worrying me. I’m relaxed and satisfied and happy that I woke up so early. We take the private elevator upstairs. The waitress from last night, Ellie, is pushing a cart into the service elevator when we reach the penthouse level. She lifts a tired hand and smiles at us before pressing a button and closing the doors behind her. Her shift should have ended half an hour ago.
“She looks tired,” It’s hard for me to see anyone obviously working too much. That was me for so long. I know how that kind of exhaustion wears a body down. I’m unsure how that is going to change now that I’m with Travis, but I am confident that he won’t allow me to work myself until I’m that drained ever again.
Travis enters the security code into the panel by the door and ushers me inside when it unlocks.
“Faye!” Ana throws her arms around me, taking me by surprise. Her face is bruised, her eyes and lips swollen like mine. I’m sad to see that someone hurt her, but her smile is radiant as she takes my hands and pulls me toward a dining room. I can see Blake and a tall dark-haired man, who must be Xavier, removing covers from the plates that Ellie just delivered. His face is all sharp planes, a furrowed brow, and lips that might be full if they weren’t pressed so tightly together. He looks up from his task and glares out the window toward the building we were held in.
As I trail in behind Ana his eyes lock on her and his stern face softens. He abandons the table and crosses to her side, guiding her to it and pulling out a chair for her to sit. His obvious affection as well as the love shining in her eyes makes my heart soar.
“X,” she says softly, placing her hand on his sleeve, “this is my friend Faye.”
His chocolate colored eyes sweep over my battered face and throat and he steps around the table, his hands outstretched to take mine.
“Thank you for watching out for my sunshine while she was away.” His hands hold mine and his voice rings with sincerity as he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against my cheek.
I smile as best I can, a little overwhelmed by the intensity he radiates. I don’t really know what to say. I didn’t do that much for Ana, not as much as I wish I had, anyway. Neither of us was in a position to do much more than say a kind word and walk to the parking lot together.
“I'm sorry you were hurt because of my family,” he continues as he pulls out a chair across from Ana, motioning for me to sit. Travis pulls out the chair beside me and sits, his warm hand cupping the back of my neck. His thumb rubs soothing circles under my hair, sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine.
“About that,” Travis says, “what have you found out about the man who had Faye?”
The smiling man. I want to know. I need to know, but I'm scared, too.
“He wanted something,” I offer. “A ledger of some sort. He thought I took it when I ran. Does that mean anything to you?”
Xavier nods, sighing like a man carrying an immense weight. I suppose with a family like his he probably feels like he is. “That man was my father's right-hand man. His
executioner. Salvatore Morelli. I don’t know everything about what happened to your family. My father didn’t ever trust me with the full truth of his business. He knew that since I was a boy I didn’t approve of the things he was involved in.”
He stops speaking and pours himself a cup of coffee. I think that he needs a minute to gather his thoughts. His eyes seem sad.
Ana leans toward him, resting her cheek against his bicep. He strokes her poorly dyed hair and drops a kiss to the crown of her head before continuing. They are precious together. I’m glad that they are together again, even though Ana and I both were hurt getting her here.
“I'm pretty sure your uncle,” he says looking at Travis, “knew about a lot of shit that Sal did for my father. When the hit on Brad was sanctioned, Sal was the obvious person to do the job. He had a reputation for doing things quick and not leaving witnesses or evidence. Sal always believed that Brad kept records of everything he knew about the family. He tried to use Faye's mother as a tool against Brad. I can’t prove anything, but I believe that Sal and Claire had an affair. That he was attempting to get information without having to hurt her. But, as you know, she was a depressed, troubled woman. She didn't know anything, or refused to tell what she did know. The best I can figure is that Sal was a little obsessed with her. Maybe even loved her, but in the end, his loyalty to my father and his anger at Claire caused him to kill her and Brad that night.”
He pauses and sips his coffee, and I reach for the pot to keep myself busy. I don’t know what to think about the bomb he just dropped.
My mom had an affair with a mob hitman? When?! I feel like I just woke up in an alternate universe. I never suspected a thing. I did my best to stay as far away from her and Brad as I could that last year though, so maybe that’s why.
Xavier continues after a long minute of watching me add cream and sugar to my cup. “I know that if there is a ledger, Brad planned to blackmail my family with it. I also know that we need to find it if I have any hope of putting a nail in Dominic's coffin and shutting down what he does, what my family has done, forever.”
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