Chapter 14 #2
In that time, my mother’s been whisked off to Grandma’s for her safety.
Chief’s footing the bills for round-the-clock care while she heals.
He carries guilt, though I can’t blame him.
His world of roaring bikes and late-night deals dragged her into a darkness she never deserved.
Sweet, innocent, beautiful—she was collateral in his chaos, and it nearly broke her.
We found out it wasn’t Jeremy. It was Demon.
Jeremy, on the other hand, has continued with his desperate revenge and is still trying to press charges against me.
Travis’ lawyer is working her butt off to get it thrown out, and I can only pray it works because I can’t deal with another thing right now.
Everywhere I go, I’m trailed by burly shadows.
Dad and Travis won’t let me out of sight, convinced Demon will set his sights on me next.
I ache for normalcy, to shake this fear so we can all breathe again.
But the biker life is no gentle breeze; it’s a storm that never quite passes.
“There’s my gorgeous girl.”
Travis’ voice slides through the steam as I soak in the bathtub at his place. I wiggle my toes at him, watching the muscles in his forearms flex as he drops his shirt on the floor.
“Hey, handsome.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Handsome? You wound me.”
I grin, splashing water toward him. “Sorry. Hey there, hot stuff.”
He laughs and slides in behind me. His hard chest presses into my back, and I sigh, melting against him.
“I’ve missed this.”
“Mmmmm.” He kisses my neck. “Reagan called earlier.”
I hum. “And?”
“She wanted my address so she could come ‘get smashed’ with you.” He chuckles at my scandalized gasp. “Your mother rang, too. I told her you were alive and well—in the bath, of course.”
I snort. “Right. Just checking to make sure you haven’t strung me up and fucked me to death?”
“Maybe.” His lips brush my ear.
I wiggle, pressing my bottom into his groin. “Speaking of which...”
“Now?”
“Travis, have you decided you prefer men? Be honest. We could still be friends.”
He bites my shoulder with a chuckle. “No.”
“Then why have I been deprived for two weeks?”
He stills, chest tightening with something—guilt, desire, I can’t tell. “It’s been... hard.”
“My mom is safe. I’m safe. We’re all okay.”
He sighs. “Yeah, baby, I know, but it has been fuckin’ hectic.”
“Does that mean we can’t make love? Can’t fuck against walls?”
“Violet...”
“String me up and fuck me while I dangle in the air?”
A chuckle. “Mischief, quit...”
“Get on all fours and ride me like a tractor...”
He laughs. “Fuck me.”
“Are you unattracted to me?”
He groans. “No, fuck, no.”
“Then please...” I press back into him. “I need you.”
“Maybe if you tell me just how much?” he growls against my ear, hot and demanding.
“Let me show you.”
I reach for his hand and bring it around, spreading my legs wide and pressing his fingers to my pussy. He growls, throaty and full of lust. “Fuck, baby.”
“I know you can’t tell,” I breathe. “But I’m so fucking wet.”
“Fuck.”
I turn and meet his gaze. “Now. I need you to fuck me every way you can manage in this bath.”
His pupils dilate. He lifts me effortlessly, perches me on the tub’s edge, and tugs my legs open.
He leans forward, tongue sweeping a slow, expert trail over my clit.
I arch, head snapping back to the tile with a delicious smack.
He licks and bites my clit until I’m trembling, need dripping from every inch of me.
Then, he slides one finger inside me, then another, curling them just so. I writhe, moaning his name.
“Patience, my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, even as I plead for more.
With a wicked grin, he stands and scoops me up, water going everywhere. My muffled protest follows him.
“Trav, I wanted it in the bath...”
“Not enough friction in the bath. I need to feel your sweet cunt juices running over my dick.”
I open my mouth and gasp. “Travis Phoenix!”
He grins. “Now tell me, where do you want it?”
I squeak. “I want you to fuck me against the wall—hard, fast, no mercy.”
He pauses, eyes dark with triumph. “Fucking done.”
I pull him down for a scorching kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
When I break away, I’m dripping with more than just water.
He places me against the wall, spinning me around and pressing my face into it before he lines up behind me and drags his cock up and down my bottom with deliberate slowness.
Only then does he slowly push into me, making me gasp.
“One more thing?”
He groans, breath hot on my neck. “You’re killing me.”
“Spank me.”
His throat vibrates with a low growl. Then he’s biting my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, and then his hand finds my ass, hard at the same time he thrusts deeper into me.
The combination of his hard thrusts and crisp smacks sends me spiraling.
I clamp my teeth together, rocking against him in time with every blow, every thrust.
“Travis,” I cry out, as one of his hands curls into my hair, jerking my head back.
It’s so fucking hot.
He’s fucking me so damn hard.
“Come for me,” he orders.
I melt around him, screaming ecstasy, tearing at the tension until I fall into my first orgasm.
He keeps pounding, harder, faster, driving me toward a second peak, and I come undone again—hoarse, insatiable.
He follows close behind me with a ragged growl as his body shudders.
I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and my entire body trembles.
Eventually, he pulls out and spins me around, lifting me up and walking back to the bedroom.
He drops me on the bed, wrapping me in a towel before falling beside me, elbow under his head as he lies on his side, staring at me.
I bite my lip, reaching out and running my finger over one of the many tattoos on his body.
“What’s the story behind these?” I whisper.
He shrugs. “Just ink.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Trav.”
He grins. “I’ve always wanted to learn the violin.”
I press my lips together, suspecting a joke. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s one of the most beautiful sounds there is.”
“I think you should do it then.”
We go silent for a while. “Did you think of me when you were away?”
His eyes lock on mine. “Every damn minute.”
“Why?”
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Because you, Mischief, are my entire fucking heart.”
“I am?” I breathe.
“Fuck yeah. I knew it since we were kids, especially that day we made up songs in the rain, singing at the top of our lungs. But I always knew I couldn’t have you.”
I close my eyes, drifting back to that soaked afternoon.
The rain fell in sheets, drumming on the grass as we lay side by side, giggling until the world blurred.
I remember noticing him then—his strong arms, the way he smelled of motor oil and earth after a storm.
He was too old for me, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t noticed how perfect he was.
“But when I was seventeen,” I whisper, “you let me kiss you.”
He nods. “Yeah, and it fuckin’ destroyed me for every other girl out there.”
I can taste the memory on my tongue: his lips warm, soft, the gentle pull of his tongue against mine. He tasted like freedom and beer and every secret I’d ever kept.
“Do you remember it?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll never forget.”
Neither will I.
Every single moment with Travis Phoenix will be forever etched into my memory.
And my heart.