Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“That’s right, baby,” he growled against my wet core. “Say my name. Let everyone in this fucking clubhouse hear you.”
I felt myself coming soon after, and he lapped it all up. He slid up my body and kissed me, lacing his fingers with mine as he eased back inside of me. I whimpered, my body so sensitive, and yet, I still wanted him so badly. “Baby, I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, I’ll be hallucinating your moans when you leave.”
I laughed and wrapped my legs around him, forcing him deeper inside of me. We both moaned at the feeling.
“You better get to work, then,” I whispered.
26
I walked downstairs with Travis, my hand encased in his. It was time for me and Amy to leave. I was already struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to pour down my face. I really didn’t want to leave Travis. But I knew that we’d find a way to make these months go by fast. It was the only thing that I could count on so that I wouldn’t lose my sanity.
I hated leaving him.
Travis tossed my duffel bag into the backseat of my car and leaned against it, pulling me into his arms. “I’m really going to miss you, baby,” he murmured.
“I’m going to miss you, too,” I whispered, the tears finally welling up in my eyes and spilling over.
He wiped my tears away and kissed me. I was blaming these tears on my hormones, but I couldn’t deny that I was sad to be leaving him. We’d spent so much time together over the past few weeks. We were basically attached at the hip.
“We’ll talk every night,” he promised me. “We’ll find a way to make this work. Your dad turns sixty in three months. It’ll be over before we know it.”
“I sure as hell hope so,” I whispered.
He held my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. “Be careful, and call me when you get there, okay?”
“I will. I should get there sometime between midnight and one o’clock.”
He nodded and continued to hold me. Amy came out of the clubhouse carrying her duffel bag. She tossed it into the backseat and got into the car. I leaned up and passionately kissed Travis one more time, our tongues dancing together for a beat before we released each other at the same time.
He opened my car door for me, and I slid in, sadness clawing at my throat. He closed the door and pressed the button that would open the garage. I backed out and took off down the road. Amy gave me a reassuring smile. “Girl, you know you’ll be so busy that it’ll seem to be over before you know it. Then, Travis will be all yours again.”
I sighed. I sure as hell hoped so. I hated having to be away from him. He was going to miss three doctor’s appointments, and I hated that. I knew he did, too, but we would make sure this worked. I would even face time him at the doctor’s appointments if I had to.
I loved Travis, and I was willing to do what it took to be with him.
I walked into the clubhouse and found my dad sitting at the bar. He wrapped me in a big bear hug. “I’m surprised Travis is letting you go until December,” he admitted when I pulled back from the hug.
“We both have responsibilities elsewhere,” I said. “Besides, I’ll always have a responsibility with the Bloody Royals. I am the president’s daughter, after all.”
My dad chuckled. “I’d offer you a drink, sweetheart, but you’re pregnant.”
I rolled my eyes. I actually did miss drinking, but I would have to put it off. I wouldn’t risk my child’s life or do anything to put it in any kind of harm. But after I had this baby? I had every plan of getting shit-faced.
I carried my bag to my room after getting a bottle of water and called Travis. “Hello?” he answered groggily.
“You told me to call,” I softly spoke into the phone.
He groaned, and I could picture him stretching, coming awake. “I know. I miss you already, baby. This bed is lonely without you to hold.”
I smiled. He was such a sweetheart, though I knew he was only telling the truth. He never said things like that unless it was the truth. “I miss you, too,” I said quietly. “Did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. You can wake me up anytime.”
I put him on speaker so I could strip out of my clothes and put some pajamas on. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” Travis asked me after a moment of silence.
“I’m just going to catch up on some stuff that’s gotten behind. My dad will probably start teaching me about the role of being a president. I already know a lot, but there’s a lot of minor details that are really important that I still have yet to learn.”