Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Dirk
Trav enlisted Mercy—my former Coach Mercy Meyer—to take Trent and Alex home.
That was a good call, Mercy’s the ultimate brat tamer.
Those two little troublemakers won’t be fucking around on his watch.
Receipts? Jack Leslie’s his boyfriend, enough said.
As everyone was leaving, I tried to get up to help Trav cleanup, and whoa, the look I got.
It could melt iron. I sat my ass the fuck back down.
He was making a point: You stay where I tell you to until I tell you to move.
It's been an exercise in humiliation that’s made my cock hand-bitingly hard—you know?
The kind of hard where you have to bite into your hand to keep from whining?
That hard. Because the staff watched me sit here doing nothing while they helped Trav clean up, and that’s so out of character for me, they know something’s going on.
Probably doesn’t help that my cheeks are flaming. I couldn’t look at anyone. And if they only knew what I was doing the whole time, shamelessly fucking begging Trav with a string of texts to let me come tonight.
My skin’s hot too, heart hammering a fucking beat against my ribcage. It’s mostly excitement, but there’s an edge of fear. Not because I think Trav’ll do anything bad to me. No scratch that, he’s going to do very bad things to me, and I’m gonna die tonight, but I’ll die a happy man.
Fuck.
My phone buzzes.
Trav
Don’t you have a job to do?
Yeah. Yeeeaah. Damn, even the voice in my head is breathless.
And I have been doing it—begging in every way I can dream up—but I got distracted.
Trav finally took off that ridiculous pink and yellow Hawaiian shirt he was wearing, leaving him in a tank that clings to every ridge of muscle like a second skin.
The ink on his arms shifts with every movement—sharp, lethal, gorgeous.
He’s let the strip of hair running down the middle of his scalp grow longer, amplifying his beast-like appearance, and it looks like he got the light beard dusting his jaw trimmed before he came home.
Huh. That means he did it for me. Shit. There I was assuming the fucking worst. Why? Why do I do that?
Me
I know you don’t have to let me come tonight, and I respect that, but wouldn’t it be so much better if you did? I can scream so good for you. I’ll cry your name. I’ll tell you you’re the king you are. Or do you prefer Lord? Lord fucking Nolan.
Trav reads the text, and I witness the moment that text lands. “Okay, everybody fucking out. Out. Now.” His voice is a snarl and a growl at the same time.
My insides beam—I know how to please my alpha man.
He practically chases the staff out of the restaurant, and I sit back, closing my eyes, hoping that if I picture Trav sinking his dick in me for long enough, it’ll come true.
When I open them, there’s a beast of a man standing over me, chest rising and falling as if every breath is an effort.
His eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them, looking at me like I’m the prey that got away, even though I’m right here.
“Did you think there was one moment—one—that you weren’t on my mind, pretty boy?”
I’m trying to say words, I promise I am, but all that comes out is a lot of sputtering.
“T-Trav,” I say, uselessly.
“Looks like I’ll be teaching you a lesson and fucking your brains out at the same time.” He’s close, not touching, but his massive energy invades me, deadly form ready to spring. “I’m going to lock up, and you’re gonna get ready for me, naked in my bed.”
He doesn’t leave room for argument. My body shakes with need. I need him. This man.
“Yes.”
Itear off my clothes like they’re choking me, and my need to surrender supersedes my need to get off. Hearing his purr of praise with growls of affection? I want that more than air.
Lying in the dark, the moonlight casting a glow over me from the window, I mold into the blankets I’ve tangled around my body. I stretch into them, knowing this is the last time I’ll be in this bed alone. Well, until next summer. Unless I can convince Trav to take me with him. Or not go.
The telltale creak of the door announces Trav’s arrival in the apartment, which means he wants me to know he’s coming.
Fuck. My heart rate ratchets again, body trembling with anticipation.
I’m an odd contrast of hot on the inside, but cold on the outside.
There are a few noises outside the room, him taking his boots off, then pouring himself a glass of water.
I left the bedroom door open, but when he’s suddenly just there, I flinch.
He leans against the doorframe; his sinewy body takes up all the space.
I move to sit up.
“No. Lay down, I just want to look at you.”
And I wanna ask him why he’s being weird, but I also like doing what he tells me to, especially if it makes him happy. I can’t help but bite my lower lip, or the sharp intake of breath, all because his eyes are on me. They’re dark and feral—hungry. Fuck, I’m the thing he’s about to eat.
Here like this, bare and waiting in his bed for him to take me, I feel like something he owns. My cock leaks against my stomach, and my legs spread, silently begging him to use me.
“Soon, pretty boy,” he says, walking into the room. “I’m gonna take care of you, make you all mine again.”
Ungh. I love Travis’s need to claim me when we reunite. Fuck, fine. There’s one upside to being apart, and that right there is it. He takes up a vigil at the end of the bed. That’s where he sheds his shirt, unveiling that devastatingly sexy body of his, shining with a sheen of sweat.
I want to roll in his sweat.
He makes a show of unbuckling his belt, letting it jangle, then sliding it from the loops. My mouth waters at the thought of that being used on my ass. I whimper.
“Oh, really, pretty boy? You wanna taste of my strap?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“Turn over. Beg me with your ass up in the air.”
These are my last moments on earth, I know it. I’m going to combust. I flip over, and he pulls the blankets away, clearing a path to my flesh.
“Please,” I beg. “I want it, want you written into my skin.”
“Breathe in, baby,” he says. “Now out.”
Whoosh—snap!
I hear the crack before I feel it. It takes a full second, and then hot. Hot, hot, hot across my cheeks. Oh God. Holy fuck. Tears prick my eyes as the pain settles to a simmer. A big hand rubs over the strip, soothing.
“And? Like, don’t like?”
“Love. Mhm. It’s good, Trav, but I can’t explain it.” Because I don’t know if it’s the pain I like. It’s more … the branding.
“If you ask me prettily, I might give you another.”
Pushing my ass out, I moan. “Again. Please?”
“Breathe in.”
I suck in a breath, and this time, I know when to breathe out.
A cry leaves my mouth, and I claw the sheets, rubbing my sensitive nipples against them.
Hmmm. That time, there was something in my cock.
An ache. A longing. He rubs his hand over my painted ass cheeks again, and there’s a metallic thud as his belt hits the floor.
“This looks incredible. Feel good?”
“Feels amazing.” It’s something I can feel for a few days.
He hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to him until my feet hit the floor. Lips attach to my neck, sucking bruises there, staking even more claim on my body. I surrender completely, unable to find it in me to fight back. I just wanna be his tonight in every way.
“I’ve missed you, pretty boy. That was too long.”
“Agreed,” I moan into his neck.
“The first round’s not gonna be sweet.”
“You’d better not.”
His fingers find my still burning ass cheeks, and he parts them, toying with my hole as his lips find mine, and he takes me under, into oblivion. His other hand grips my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that I know he could.
“Gonna hold you down, gonna make you take my cock,” he growls.
Trav’s teeth bite down, rough, sinking into my lower lip. It throbs in time with the heat in my ass cheeks from the lick of his belt. Copper tang floods my mouth, and I chase his hand with my ass, sticking it out, wanting him to slip something—anything—in there. Preferably his cock.
“Mhm, you want it, don’t you, baby? Want me to wreck you?”
“Yes. Please.”
He lets go, pushing me over the bed with one solid shove to the middle of my back.
My hands land palm down. I’m already panting.
He kicks my feet apart, dropping, teeth plunging into the tender part of my thigh.
I cry out, my ab muscles clenching. He’s quick to soothe the fresh mark with his tongue.
“A mark for every day I was gone,” he says. “Will that be enough to get through to you?”
I’m still catching my breath; I may never catch my breath around Trav. He doesn’t give me time to answer, teeth sinking into the tender area on my other thigh. A bite. Hard. I scream.
“God fucking dammit, Nolan.”
There’s a devious chuckle from behind me. He’s not done marking me. He won’t stop till every inch of me is covered. Guess it’s gonna be t-shirts at the beach this fucking summer.
“Tell me,” he snarls, licking and sucking over his artwork. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. Fuck, I’m fucking yours, Trav,” I sob, choking on words, and spit, and blood. “I’ll always be yours.”
Trav takes me apart, piece by fucking piece, making good on his promise to ruin me until there’s nothing left but want.
My miserable cock throbs hard, desperate for his touch, but I don’t get it yet.
He bites and sucks, bites and sucks until the screams rub like gravel against my raw throat.
There’s a click and then stark wetness between my cheeks.
Two rough fingers spiral their way inside.
I rest on my forearms, so I can perk my ass up higher.
I’m high on sensation. My ass throbs, my thighs, my lip, even my throat’s all scraped up, and my lungs burn, but now he’s adding pleasure to the mix, intent on carving his way into my psyche.
He buries his cock between my cheeks—not into my hole where I want it most—and he leans over me, gripping my throat in one hand, not to choke me, to claim me. His hips move a little, just enough to make me whine.
“Beg.”
“Please. I need … need your cock so bad. Please. I want you inside. Hurt me. Use me.”
Trav pulls back and, in one smooth thrust, slides in halfway. “That’s it, relax, pretty boy.”
I bear down, he pulls out and slides in again, this time all the way, his hips meet sharply with the marks he left with his belt on my cheeks.
When he’s in, he pauses, the whole world sighs.
Everything’s right again. But that’s all the peace between us.
He pulls back and drills his cock into my ass.
His grip on my throat keeps me locked in place, pinned under the weight of his possession.
All I can do is take his cock. And I do, over and over.
A growl is all the warning I get, teeth sinking into my shoulder, and he fills me.
We collapse on the bed, with him still inside me.
I feel him everywhere, so owned, so his already, but he curls around me, the sheets cool by comparison to our slick, hot skin.
He buries his lips into my hair, pressing a kiss so gentle, you’d never suspect him of doing all the things he just did to me. He wraps a hand around my still hard cock, not playing with it, just holding it because it’s his, too, just like the rest of me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet, not by far,” he murmurs. “How’s your … everywhere?”
I laugh. “Sore, but fucking good. This is what I wanted, to feel you. I needed that.”