11. Travis
TRAVIS
I looked up at Dax again and held his gaze. The intensity in his eyes seemed to electrify me. I couldn’t think, but I needed more from him. “Never thought… I would… More.”
“You’re fucking perfect for me.” Dax pulled out and pushed in again. This time he didn’t stop until he was as far in as he could go. He rocked against me, making me writhe. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore.
I was near panic when Dax pressed his hand against my sternum. “Relax. Breathe. Let your body get used to me. It’s mine now.”
“Jesus. Can’t. Too much. Too full.”
“Never. You were made for me.”
Was I? He could almost make me believe it. I’d loved him since I was a kid. Oh shit. Love? That couldn’t be what this was. But what else could it be?
Dax pulled almost all the way out, and it no longer mattered that I thought he would split me in two. The pleasure of having him there, of knowing he wanted me, knowing I could drive him wild like this was worth it. “Need more. Need you inside me.”
“That’s right. It’s where I belong.” He started fucking me for real then, driving his full length into me.
I hooked my legs over his shoulders as he slammed against me over and over. My balls ached. I needed release, but instinctively I knew he wouldn’t want me to come until he told me to. He said he wanted to be in charge of everything, and apparently, I wanted it that way.
He slid a hand up my body and grasped my throat. I could still breathe, but I loved the feeling of his strong hand pressing against me. “Are you going to listen to me next time?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want to promise him something that wasn’t true. I loved him like this, wild, rough, out of control. “Do I get this again… if I… listen?”
He narrowed his eyes and growled, squeezing my throat harder and fucking me mercilessly. I grew desperate for air. I grabbed at his arm, and he smiled down at me. The evil in his eyes made my cock jump.
When he finally let go, I sucked in air and rubbed my neck. Would I have a handprint there?
“Don’t fucking play with me, Travis.”
I shook my head. “I’m not. I…”
“No more talking.”
He leaned over me, and I wrapped my legs around him, hanging on as he fucked me so hard I thought I would pass out. Then he reached between us and took hold of my cock.
I arched into him, driving my shaft into the circle of his fingers. “Please. Need to come. Need to come so bad.”
“Do it. I want to watch you. I want to feel your ass squeezing me and your cum all over my hand.”
I worked my hips as hard as I could, and he jerked me off with rough, harsh strokes. It probably would’ve hurt if I hadn’t been so far gone with need, but it was exactly what I wanted.
Dax groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I… Fuck.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You!” I cried out as release overtook me. Dax kept working my cock, wringing more and more cum from me until I was so sensitive I didn’t think I could take it anymore.
Finally, he let go of my cock and seized my wrists, dragging them over my head and pinning them there.
He fucked me harder and harder until I felt him tense and saw pure ecstasy on his face.
He looked into my eyes, and I was sure he saw far too much of my feelings.
I felt naked in a way that had nothing to do with my lack of clothes.
I’d been as physically exposed to him as I could be. But this was… so much more.
His hot cum flooded my ass, and it felt incredible. I truly felt like he was marking me as his own. I never wanted this to end.
Dax released my wrists and stretched out over me.
“Mine,” he murmured before his lips met mine.
The kiss wasn’t harsh like before. It was tender and sweet.
I melted as he worked me over. The counter no longer felt solid under me.
I should be sore from being slammed into the rigid surface. Instead, I felt like I was floating.
When he ended the kiss and pulled away, I tried to pull him back. “More.”
“Don’t tell me you’re more insatiable than I am.”
“No. I mean… I just want… Shit.” I closed my eyes and laid my hand over my face. I wanted him to hold me longer. I couldn’t say that, could I? This man tortured people for a living. He didn’t cuddle men after sex.
“Look at me.”
My eyes opened. I couldn’t disobey him. Did he have me under some kind of spell?
“Tell me what you want, Travis.”
“I… um…” The sound of a car door made us both freeze. Then I heard Beau’s voice.
“Oh my God.”
Dax pulled out of me, making me wince.
“Sorry, baby.” He tossed my coveralls to me. “Get dressed.”
I jumped down from the counter, but I had to grab it to steady myself. I was not ready to move around yet. I somehow scrambled into the coveralls and pulled my t-shirt back over my head. I was tying the sleeves at the waist when I heard the garage door begin to open.
“Travis? You in here?” Beau called.
I glanced at Dax, panic rising, but he was completely dressed. His hair was a little messy, but it could easily have gotten that way from him running his hands through it.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward his bike. “Answer him,” he mouthed.
“Hey, Beau. I’m here with Dax.”
“Thank fuck. Lance called Corbin. Are you all right?”
I nodded, hoping he thought I was rattled from the attack rather than from Dax fucking the hell out of me. Dax was so damn good I’d almost forgotten about Jean-Charles.
Corbin narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I…”
“He’s shaken up,” Dax said. “The fucker came here to take him. He must have thought Travis was here alone.”
Beau exhaled loudly. “Thank fuck he wasn’t.”
“I can take care of—” Dax’s look made me stop. “Yeah, I’m glad I wasn’t alone.”
He nodded, but I had the feeling I was still in trouble.
Beau looked around the garage and noticed the mess Dax and I had made. “What the fuck? Did he break in here? I thought you got to him while he was still outside.”
“We did,” Dax said.
“Then why are there tools all over the place?” Heat rose in my cheeks, and I scrambled to think of an explanation.
“Well,” Dax brushed a hand over his hair. Shit. Was he going to tell the truth? “I was angry. The man came here to take Travis. He thought Travis would just go with him. He thought he was so fucking superior and?—”
“So you threw my tools around?” Beau asked.
I prayed Beau would buy Dax’s story as I bent to pick up a screwdriver.
That’s when I realized my boxers were still on the floor.
I’d just pulled on my coveralls and not thought about anything else.
I grabbed them and stuffed them into my pocket as I cleaned up a few wrenches.
I glanced up once they were hidden. I didn’t think Beau had noticed, but I was worried Corbin had. At least he didn’t say anything.
“I’ll clean everything up,” Dax said. “And if anything is broken, I’ll fix it.”
Beau sighed. “Fine. Why don’t you go take out your anger on the fucker you shot?”
“I can now, but I wasn’t going to leave Travis here alone.”
“You could have?—”
Corbin laid a hand on Beau’s arm. “He wanted your brother to have the best protection. Don’t argue about that. Things could’ve gone a lot worse tonight.”
“Thanks for keeping Travis safe,” Beau said, and I knew he wasn’t really angry with Dax. “We’re here now, so go get us some answers.”
When I glanced at Dax, he smiled and gave me a nod.
I knew he was trying to reassure me that things were going to be fine, but I didn’t like thinking about what he was about to do.
Was it fair of his family to expect him to provide such a gruesome service?
Maybe. Someone had to do it, and Dax said he needed that outlet to keep himself in check.
If that were really true, what the fuck was I doing? Whatever it was, I was in too deep now to back out. I’d never been known for making good choices. Why should that change now?
It had, though, hadn’t it? All the men I’d been with before had only been a means to an end, a way out from poverty or from under my brother’s control.
I thought they were a ticket to wealth, a way to get what I wanted.
I thought I was using them when really, they were using me, but I hadn’t gone after Dax on purpose.
I hadn’t even tried to impress him. I’d just…
never grown out of the crush I had on him as a kid.
Now I’d fallen harder than I ever had back then.
Could I really turn that off if I needed to?
“Don’t leave Travis alone for any reason,” Dax demanded.
Did they really think I was completely helpless? “I’m?—”
Dax cut me off. “Any reason.”
Beau nodded. “We won’t.”
He looked at me then. “Promise me you’ll stay here until I come back for you.”
“Beau and Corbin don’t need?—”
Dax’s murderous look made Corbin smile. Damn, he was way too perceptive. “We don’t mind you staying with us tonight if?—”
“No.” Dax growled. “I’ll be back, and I’ll take him home.”
“You don’t?—”
Corbin laid a hand on my arm. “Dax is right. You shouldn’t be alone. Beau, why don’t you take Travis up to the apartment. Dax and I will clean up here, then I’ll join you.”
If I’d used that patronizing tone on Beau, he might’ve killed me, but all he did was roll his eyes, then motion for me to follow him.