Chapter 20
TWENTY
Isla
Travis walks us into his bedroom and sets me on my feet near the edge of the bed. He wastes no time grabbing the hem of my T-shirt and lifting it up and off my body so that I’m standing in front of him in only my bra. I reach around and unclasp my bra, letting it slip off my arms and fall to the floor between us.
We allow ourselves a moment to leisurely take in the other. I’ve seen him naked once before, but that first night, I didn’t get an opportunity to really take him in, nor did I get to the first time we slept together at the office.
What a shame.
Travis is all man. That’s all I can think when I peruse his wide-muscled chest with a dotting of hair and his biceps that I’m sure come from physical labor and not hours spent at the gym. His short beard, strong thighs, and thick shaft all come together to give me a feeling of safety and protection. This is a man who knows how to keep you safe and take care of you.
I didn’t know I’d find that so attractive until I met Travis.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Isla.” He steps into me and weaves his hand through the hair at the back of my head, then lowers his head and brings his lips to mine.
We sink into the kiss, and unlike the frenzied physical release we were both seeking the first two times, this time we take it slower.
My palm slides up his ridged abs to his hard pecs, and they twitch under my touch. Our tongues don’t fight for supremacy but glide against one another’s, leisurely tasting each other in exploration. Travis’s hard shaft presses into my stomach, and I may have just come, but the space between my thighs throbs, wanting him inside me again.
I reach down and grip the weight of him in my hand, remembering that he’s still wearing a condom when I do. I want to feel him without it, both in my hand and between my legs. But what will he think of that request? Will he wonder whether I’m trying to trap him?
Pulling away from the kiss, I stare into his deep brown eyes. “I’m on birth control, and I had an STI test since my last relationship. Blake and I never…” I trail off, feeling awkward for bringing him up.
That is, until I see the lust in his eyes. “I was tested after my last breakup, and as you know, I haven’t been with anyone since, until you.”
A slow smile spreads across my face, and I pull the condom off him with the hand I already have wrapped around his length. The moment I toss it to the side, Travis is on me again, lips devouring mine. Only this time, any semblance of patience is long gone.
I feel the same. I want to feel him inside me without a barrier between us.
Not removing my lips from mine, he bends forward and picks me up by the backs of the thighs so that I’m straddling him. Then he inches with his knees onto the bed and across the mattress until he lays me down, hovering over me.
“You’ve got me so fucking worked up, woman. I’ll be lucky if I don’t spill my load the second I’m inside you.”
His words make me feel powerful. I reach between us again and stroke him, using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over the head of his dick. He groans and nuzzles his face into my neck, gently biting my heated skin.
“I know you’re going to feel so good inside me like this. Please, Travis, will you make me feel good?”
Travis rears his head back so that he can look me in the eyes. “Honey, I’ll make you feel good any time you want. All you have to do is ask.”
I spread my thighs, and he settles between them, taking over what I was just doing with my hand. I watch him stroke himself, my core growing hotter and achy with every stroke of his hand. Then he grips his base and brings the head to my clit, coasting it back and forth and back and forth over the swollen nub.
“Travis, stop being such a tease.”
But he doesn’t listen to me, doing it again and again and again, to the point that I’m damn near climaxing. Just as I’m getting close, he grins and notches the head in my entrance, slowly pushing in. A rush of air leaves us both because it’s so much better without a condom.
He glides in and out of me. I can feel how hot and hard he is, feel the ridge of every vein and how slick I am around him. Our gazes lock and hold while he drives in and out of me, then he rolls us over so that I’m on top of him.
“I want to watch you take your pleasure,” he says, holding the weight of my breasts in his hands.
I circle my hips slowly at first, then faster and faster as the fire in my belly grows. Travis watches my breasts bounce, eventually taking them in his hands again and pinching my nipples.
I groan. I’m so close to coming. So close, but just as I almost reach the apex of my orgasm, I lift up off of him and spin around. It’s obvious to me that Travis likes my ass and likes to take me from behind, so I let him watch me ride him reverse cowgirl style.
Reaching behind me, I sink down onto him again. Travis’s hands come to my hips, and he groans, apparently enjoying the view. Tension knots low in my belly, and I bring my hand to my clit and massage it. Within seconds, I’m coming around his cock, so primed and ready. My back arches, and I can feel myself contracting around his length.
“Fuck, Isla.” Without another word, he sits up and slides out of me.
Travis repositions himself behind me on his knees and thrusts into me. I cry out as his invasion sets off another orgasm. He ruts into me from behind, and in under a minute, he’s joining me in his own release. I feel him spill inside me, and the satisfaction I take from that should probably concern me, but all I can feel at this moment is satisfaction and bliss.
When I slump forward onto the mattress, Travis joins me, lying beside me on his chest, arm out to the side, trailing his fingers up and down my spine.
We’re quiet for a long time, both in our thoughts and gaining our bearings. I must drift off to sleep because I don’t awaken until some time later when Travis trails kisses down my spine, which leads to more.
I wake up to the feel of a warm body pressed against my back and a heavy arm roped around my middle. I’m usually not that big of a cuddler, but somehow with Travis, I sink into the feeling and don’t want him to wake up and roll over.
Last night was more than I’d hoped for. The only thing missing was a conversation about what this all means and where we’re going. There’s no doubt that Travis is attracted to me, but that doesn’t mean he wants a relationship. I’m not a casual or situationship kind of girl. I know myself well enough to know I’ll develop deep feelings for this man and end up hurt if we attempt to have a casual intimate relationship where we hook up from time to time. Which means I’m going to have to bring up the topic this morning before I leave.
Travis stirs behind me, and after a few moments, he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Morning.” His voice is gravelly with sleep, and it sounds delicious.
“Morning.”
“Sorry that I’m wrapped around you. Seems I can’t stay away from you, even in my sleep. Hope I wasn’t crushing you.”
“I don’t mind.”
He rolls onto his back. I stay where I am, thinking maybe he needs his space, but when I don’t follow, he says, “C’mere,” and reaches out, forcing me to roll toward him so I’m tucked into his side. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting weird?”
I’m impressed that in so few words, he’s able to clock that I have something on my mind. That will bode well for us if we do start a relationship.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.” I trail my hand through his sparse chest hair.
“Okay… why do I get the impression that I’m not going to like whatever it is you want to say?”
“Well, that depends on your perspective.”
He cranes his neck back so he can see my face.
I press my lips together and swallow hard. God, why am I making this so awkward? “Obviously we’re attracted to each other, but what does all this mean? What’s going on between us?”
A flash of relief crosses his face. “What do you want it to mean?”
I shift up onto my elbow and look at him. “That’s not fair. I asked you first. You can’t turn it around on me.”
A deep, warm chuckle leaves his lips. “Let me tell you how I feel about what’s happened between us, and then maybe you can draw your own conclusion.” He arches an eyebrow.
I nod. “Okay, go on.”
“When I walked into RENT-A HUSBAND after my vacation last year and found out you were working for us, I was pissed. I’m sure that much was obvious, but what might not have been obvious was the reason why. It was because you were still the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I didn’t want to be attracted to you. Then, after I found out why you really bolted that night, every time I’d see you at work, I’d think of what an idiot I was for fucking it up between us in the first place. I wanted to wring that little shithead’s neck because he didn’t deserve you. He wasn’t right for you, and I knew I was. Or I’d at least try, which seemed to be more than he was doing.
“But you work for me, and I’d treated you like shit, so I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance. Honey, the relief I felt when you told me you’d broken up with Blake was immense, even if I knew I shouldn’t pursue anything with you. But I couldn’t help myself. Once I knew you were free and clear, I had to shoot my shot, regardless of the odds that you’d feel the same.
“So now that I have you here, naked, in my arms, you’d better bet I’m gonna put up one hell of a fight if you try to tell me you don’t want to see where this thing between us could go.” He places a chaste kiss on my forehead.
I can’t fight the grin that’s on my face. “Does all that mean you want to be my boyfriend?”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You can call me whatever you want, Isla, as long as it means we’re in an exclusive relationship with each other.”
My heart feels as if it might burst, I’m so happy. I slide on top of him and lean down to kiss him. He hums in my mouth and wraps his arms around me.
I pull away for a moment. “You should know that I broke up with Blake because I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
He palms the back of my head. “Fuck, honey, you say the sweetest things.”
I dissolve into a fit of giggles before I meet his lips again. His hand slips between my legs from behind when his front doorbell rings.
We both still.
“Ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away,” Travis says, trying to draw me down again, but the doorbell rings again, then I can make out Josh’s voice calling Travis’s name. Travis’s eyes widen. “Shit, I forgot that I’m supposed to go dirt biking with him this morning.” He pushes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want to stay.”
I roll off of him. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re allowed to have plans with your brother.”
“Wait here. Let me get rid of him.” He stands from bed and adjusts the erection in his boxer briefs, though it’s still pretty obvious when he leaves the room.
I can hear their murmured conversation but not what they’re saying, and a couple of minutes later, Travis returns to the bedroom and closes the door.
He cringes. “I’m sorry, but he’s on my ass. I’m gonna have to go with him. Something about needing to get out of his apartment for the day.”
I sit up in bed. “Of course I don’t mind. It’s no big deal, but should I wait until you guys go, so he doesn’t see me?” I hate being a secret, but he’s my boss, and so is his brother. Awkward much?
He looks torn. We may have established that we’re in a relationship, but we haven’t discussed whether we’re going to tell the rest of the RENT-A HUSBAND crew.
I can tell he wants to say yes but fears hurting my feelings. In truth, it does a bit, but I understand the impulse. Being out will complicate things in the office—not just for us, but for everyone else.
“Why don’t we hold off on telling everyone for a bit? Make sure this thing has some legs?” I say, saving him.
“That’s probably for the best.” He steps forward, palms my cheeks, and kisses me. “It’s not because I want to hide our relationship. I want to enjoy it for a bit before I have to listen to my brothers bust my balls about how I’m banging the woman who works for us.”
I chuckle. “No problem. I’m not exactly excited to tell people I’m banging my boss either.”
He grins at me. “I’m going to go jump in the shower. Josh said he’d wait outside, but you’re probably best to stay here until he’s gone.”
I nod and sink back down onto the mattress. “Will do. Don’t mind me; I’ll just be in your bed here, half-naked and horny.”
He groans and scrubs his palm over his beard, groaning. “Don’t. That’s so mean.”
As he leaves the bedroom to go have a shower, I laugh, wishing I could join him.
We may be hiding our relationship for now, but it’s not forever.