Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRAVIS
At first, I thought I was hallucinating, too much caffeine, not enough sleep, and a steady buzz in my blood since Saturday night. But then she spoke, and the mirage of Frankie disappeared, and the real damn thing took its place.
Now, she was backed up against my truck, lips parted, and cheeks flushed as my men all looked on. She was all curves and confidence, baiting me into letting her do exactly what kind of damage she came here to do.
I knew what she had come for.
Her red jeans looked painted on, and her black hoodie showed me glimpses of her tummy below the cropped hem. When I pinned her to the truck, it slid off her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of the lush swell of her breasts beneath and the matching red strap of her bra.
Damnit.
I was rock hard.
Her hair was perfectly loose and wild, like she’d just gotten out of someone’s bed. While I would have preferred it to be mine, I wouldn’t have been mad if it had been Eli’s.
Frankie smiled as I got close, that slow teasing little thing she did with her lips when she knew the power she had over me.
I pushed my thigh between hers and pinned her harder to my truck bed, and her smirk fell into something more needy.
That smirk that said I know what I did to you, and I know you want me to do it again.
“You just passing by to deliver caffeine to random blue-collar men now? Hoping for a ten-minute fuck on the way out?” I asked, teasing her and tempting her.
“Only from the sweaty, grumpy, six-foot something ones with shoulders for days and an attitude problem.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” I argued.
She rocked her hips forward, rubbing against my thigh. “You chastise me for telling you what I want, whereas Eli simply gave me what I needed when I called him for a little phone sex last night,” She sucked on her bottom lip condescendingly, “Interesting.”
I didn’t give in right away. Instead, I looked at her, really fucking looked at her, and my chest caved in from her beauty.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright. She looked happy.
That did something to me. Twisted my insides into knots and made me feel like I’d waited my whole damn life for her to look at me like that.
So, I gave in because she was right. She was here to get something from me, and I’d be a stupid fool to deny it when it was the only thing I’d wanted since I watched her drive away Sunday morning.
I kissed her hard, greedily, using my tongue to sweep past her lips without any hesitation or permission. She moaned against my lips, and I swore I saw stars. My hands slid down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against the thick line of my cock behind my jeans.
“Miss me?” I rasped against her mouth.
“I woke up aching for you.”
“Say that again,” I growled.
She licked her lips as her eyes darkened, and everyone around us disappeared. “I missed you, Travis. I missed the way you touch me. Missed the way you need me.”
I groaned, dragging my mouth down her throat, sucking a mark just above her collarbone before she could stop me. It’d be impossible to hide.
“What if someone sees?” She whispered, breathless, but she wasn’t talking about the mark.
“Then they’ll know who you belong to.”
She whimpered, and fuck, I was going to make a mess in my jeans if I didn’t get her somewhere.
I grabbed her wrist, “Come with me.”
I didn’t wait for a response, lacing my fingers with hers and dragging her around the side of the house, through a partially framed garage, into the only finished room on the property.
It was a storage room in the back of the garage that we stored tools in at night, and it was going to have to work because I was too desperate for her to get any further away from prying eyes.
The only things inside were a saw, a stack of plywood and me—losing every shred of self-control I had.
Slamming the door shut behind us, I pushed her up against it. The lock was on the outside, which meant I had to stop someone from walking in like this.
“Travis—”
“Did you come here to tease me?” I demanded, pinning her back against the rough surface, “Looking like sin, talking like you wanted me to snap?”
She bit her lip but didn’t deny it.
That was all it took.
I undid her jeans, and she shimmied them off one leg before she climbed me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as I dropped my tool belt to the ground with a thud.
“I’ve been hard for you for days, Frankie.”
“Show me.” She panted, “Use me.”
Her breath hitched as I thrust my fingers into the heat between her thighs, groaning at how wet she already was.
“You want fast?” I rasped, “Or do you want to be ruined?”
She gasped, grinding against my fingers, “Both, baby.”
Fuck me.
I undid my jeans, gritting my teeth and lining myself up, pushing into her slowly just to hear that sharp inhale.
The one that made me feel like a fucking God.
“Travis—oh my God.”
“Shh,” I whispered, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips as I started to thrust. “You’re going to get us caught.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, “I don’t care.”
I didn’t either. Not when she was that tight. Not when her breath stuttered against my ear and her thighs clenched like, she never wanted to let me go.
“You came for Eli on the phone last night?” I questioned her as I slammed into her, rattling the door on the hinges.
“Yes.” She moaned, digging her nails into my neck as she stared right at me, making the sexiest eye contact of my life. “And he came for me too.”
“Damn,” I growled. “That’s hot.”
“You don’t hate it?” She leaned in and licked my neck before biting it, leaving an impression of her teeth. “You aren’t jealous that I called him and not you?”
“No,” I slammed into her hard enough to make the door creak like it was going to give way. “Because it’s not a competition, Shade. He’s not my rival. He’s my best friend.”
“God,” She moaned. “You guys are crazy. And I love it. He told me to blow your mind the next time I saw you, and you’re fucking my brains out even as I talk about how he made me come last night. Wild.”
We moved together as if we’d done it a thousand times.
Rough and perfect.
Frantic and filthy.
She told me how she played with her wet pussy for Eli on the phone and got soaked hearing him jack off in return, and my balls tightened, imagining how good she looked laid out and open, being dirty for my best friend.
The slap of skin echoed in the room, punctuated by her moans and my growls.
The creak of wood tempted us.
Her whimper when I whispered how good she felt on my cock pushed me on.
It didn’t take long.
Her body went tight around me, every muscle shaking as she came, biting my shoulder to keep from crying out. I followed right after, cursing, spilling into her with a growl that rumbled deep in my chest.
We stayed locked like that for a while, breathing hard, sweaty, spent.
Then I slowly set her down, tugging her jeans back into place and brushing her hair from her face as she smiled up at me like I’d just rearranged her entire nervous system.
“Next time,” she whispered, brushing her lips against mine, “I want you somewhere with a door that locks so I can make you beg me for mercy before, during and after.”
“Next time,” I said, pulling her in for a gentle kiss, “I won’t stop until your knees give out.”
She left a few minutes later—satisfied, flushed and walking with a slight limp.
And I went back to work with a hard-on for her laugh, a memory of her moans, and zero fucking regrets.