Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
When my precum drops onto Trav’s thigh, his cock leaks onto his stomach. When I moan, a choked sound comes from the back of his throat. Every noise, every action, he counters with one of his own.
“You look so hot like that,” Trav says. “But I want to do that for you. I need to touch you. I need—”
“You need to stay right there, or this happens.” I slow my hand right down even though I’m dying to come. His pinched expression really does it for me. And as tempting as it is to let him take over because I’ve been dreaming of Trav’s hands on me, I’m more determined to let him know he can’t get his way all the damn time. Not with me.
If he wants me as much as he says he does, it will be a partnership. We will be equals.
“Okay, okay,” Trav relents.
“That’s better.” I go back to jerking myself off, but he deserves a reward for that.
I wrap my fingers around his long shaft, but where I’m stroking myself hard and fast, I only tease him. I’m slow and tender, just enough to make him want more but not enough to satisfy him.
The way he looks so desperate for me has me fucking my fist with abandon.
“I’m close,” I tell him.
Anticipation lights up his face, and he licks his lips again.
“If you let me mark your skin, I might even let you have a taste.”
Trav nods immediately. “Do it.”
I step closer, stroking myself harder and faster, chasing that crashing wave until it unfurls, and I come all over his stomach. My release hits his abs, his chest, and a little on his cock. Damn, he looks good covered in cum, his skin all flushed. My gaze flicks up to his face, and he’s staring down at us, watching as I continue to come all over him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
But when his eyes lift and meet mine, there’s something else there too. Something more than sex. Something I don’t want to acknowledge.
I dip my head and lick my own cum off his dick while running my fingers through the mess I left on his stomach.
Trav’s eyes flutter closed as I finally take him in my mouth, but when they don’t open again, I pull off.
“Keep watching me.” I lift my hand to his mouth. “And open up.” I suck his cock while letting him lick my fingers clean.
I’ve barely gotten to choke on his massive dick when his release fills my mouth. At first, there’s the faint salty taste, and I think he must be close, but what starts as a trickle quickly becomes a tidal wave of cum.
When I look up again, he’s flat against the dining table, breathing heavy. I lick my lips and smile because Trav looks wrecked.
I did that to him. Me.
“Damn,” he whispers. “Your mouth was on me for two seconds.”
Before I even have the chance to brag, a vibrating sound fills the space.
“Fuck,” Trav hisses and grabs his phone, which is above his head next to his coffee cup from earlier. “It’s Domino. I need to take this.”
He jumps off the table and answers the phone, and even though I love the sight of his ass as he walks away, dread passes through me.
The outside world has already caught back up, and the worries about my future drown out the orgasmic high.
Chapter Twelve
Trav
I lift the phone to my ear as I reach my bedroom. “Talk to me.”
“You’re gonna want to put some clothes on for this, boss.”
Normally I’d be up his ass about spying on me, but if he knows what I’ve been doing and still called anyway, it has to be important.
“What’s happening? Wait, let me get pants on.”
“About that. You know how when Saint and Iris first got together, you overheard them having sex? Saint has one up on you now. You weren’t answering your phone, so I asked him to check the live feed from the ranch.”
I groan. “I’m never going to hear the end of this one, am I?”
“Nope.”
“Delete the footage.”
“Already done.”
“Good man.” I put him on speaker while I find some clean underwear and pants to put on. “Now, what’s up?”
“We’ve hit a dead end.”
Definitely not what I wanted to hear. “How so?”
“We vetted Dylan’s teammates. They’re all clean … including Walker.”
“Bullshit Walker’s clean.”
“That’s my point. We can’t find anything on any of them, so we can’t tell who we could tap to be an ally here.”
“Dig deeper.”
“We are, but I’m telling you that avenue would be hard to navigate. We don’t know who we could trust. It’s too risky to get someone on the inside. You could ask Rodriguez if any of his teammates have a problem with Walker.”
“Not going to happen.” I’m not going to put that on Dylan’s shoulders. If he chooses wrong, it could be all of our lives on the line. If he chooses right and a teammate risks their life for him, he will feel responsible if it goes south.