29. Travis
TRAVIS
F uck. Why hadn’t I been paying better attention.
I’d let my grip on my gun go slack as Winston went back and forth with Dax and Ambrose.
They both had weapons pointed at him, and I didn’t think he’d take any chances.
I was supposed to be there for them, and I’d totally underestimated Winston.
He’d been a cop in a big city. I was sure he was used to being threatened by men who were scary as hell, but it was so easy to be taken in by how nice he seemed.
The sheriff was a good fighter, but Dax was fucking masterful. In seconds, he had one of Winston’s arms pinned behind his back and an arm around Winston’s neck.
The sheriff kept struggling. I expected Ambrose to shoot him, but he must have been afraid of injuring Dax.
The sheriff kicked out at Dax, making him stumble. They bumped into me, and I overbalanced. I thought I was going into the ditch after all, but Dax reached for me, catching hold of my arm and dragging me back onto the bank while keeping the sheriff in a chokehold.
I stared at him, hardly comprehending how easily he’d rescued me. Despite the danger and fear, my body reacted to him. He really was the protector I’d always wanted. As soon as we were alone…
Winston had his hand wrapped around Dax’s arm, trying to pull it away from his neck, but Dax held on tight.
“Let him go, Dax,” Ambrose ordered.
Dax ignored him. The sheriff was going to lose consciousness soon.
“Dax! Travis is okay. Let him go.”
I laid a hand on Dax’s back. “I am. Please.”
Dax released the sheriff, and the man dropped to the ground, gasping for air.
“We’re going to take care of this problem with or without your help,” Ambrose said. “If you want credit for it and a chance to participate, you’ll work with us.”
“And if I don’t?” Winston asked, voice strained.
“We’ll have to release information about your participation in the cover-up.”
He froze. “What information?”
“All your communication with the chief. Your agreement to do as he asked.”
“I never?—”
“But you did, or, at least, you pretended to.”
“Fuck you.” He scrambled to his feet. Ambrose raised his gun when the sheriff moved toward him.
“If you don’t believe I have it, check your email. I sent proof of what I know. LePlatt has set up a drop-off in three days. That’s when we put the plan into action. Are you in?”
He shook his head, and I hated the defeated look on his face. “Fine, but I’m fully in. I want full participation and full knowledge of what’s going down.”
Ambrose held out his hand to shake. “Done.”
Dax glared at his brother. He wasn’t happy, but he went along with him. Seeing the two of them together, I could understand what Dax meant about their ability to communicate without words. Dax needed that bond, and he would do anything to make his brother happy. How could he think he was evil?
He was loyal and caring, and damn if watching him fight hadn’t turned me on.
Some primitive part of my brain had taken control and told me to jump him the minute he pulled me up the bank.
He was so fucking impressive. I wanted to drag him deeper into the woods and get on my knees for him.
Maybe being with him was making me crazy?
The sheriff turned to Dax and extended his hand.
Dax looked down at it then back up. “Travis is mine. Don’t do anything else that puts him in danger or the deal is off.”
The sheriff looked back and forth between the two of us. “So that’s how it is?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Dax challenged.
A sad expression crossed the sheriff’s face, but he covered it quickly. “No. No problem at all.”
Even after we were back at Dax’s house and Ambrose had sped away on his bike, I still hadn’t come down from the adrenaline rush of Dax grabbing me and lifting me into the air with one arm as I fell.
Dax locked the door then caught me staring. “What’s that look for?”
“Do you have any idea how hot you are when you go all crazy-ass protector?”
“You liked that, huh?”
“I liked watching you subdue the sheriff so easily. Then you saved me while keeping him from getting free. You’re so fucking strong.”
Dax smiled. “I sure am.” He cupped my ass and lifted me until I could wrap my legs around his waist. “I could hold you like this and fuck you. Would you like that?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
“Then why are you wearing clothes?”
I knew we needed to talk about what had happened, about how he’d struggled to rein himself in, about the fact that we were walking much too thin a line with the sheriff.
Yes, we had dirt on him, but I wasn’t convinced blackmail would stop him from doing what he thought was right.
If he’d been willing to try to take down a corrupt department, would he just roll over for us?
But right then, pressed against Dax’s body, feeling the hard ridge of his cock rub against my own, I couldn’t make myself believe those were real problems. The only real problems were the barrier of clothes between me and Dax and my need to come.
“Dax. I need…”
He kissed me then, hard and thorough, taking my breath. “I know.” He whispered when he pulled away. “I need you too.”
He lowered me to the ground and started pulling my clothes off.
He was in such a hurry I was surprised he didn’t rip anything.
It took me much too long to get his pants unbuckled, and once I had, he took over, shoving them down his legs along with his briefs.
He didn’t bother taking off his shirt. He just picked me up again and started walking toward the kitchen as if holding me up was no burden at all.
He pulled open a cabinet, and I tried to see what he was doing over my shoulder.
“Lube,” was all he said as he took out a bottle of olive oil.
He braced me against the wall as he poured some out into his hand. I clung to his neck as he slicked up his cock. Oil dripped onto my belly and my legs, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how incredible he was going to feel inside me.
When his cock was lubed up, he used both hands to lift my ass. I reached for him, my hand slipping along his slick length as I positioned him so he could drive inside me.
“Let go,” he ordered.
I did, but he only pushed in the tip, barely opening me up.
“Please. Take me. Make me yours.”
“You. Are. Mine.” He thrust into me, burying himself fully in one powerful stroke.
It hurt but in the best way possible, and Jesus, the way he was holding me up, moving me up and down on his cock, the way his arms flexed had me so hard. I clasped the back of his neck with one hand and caressed his arm with the other. The feel of his muscles flexing made me groan.
There was no attempt to hold anything back. We were like animals going hard at each other. He bounced me on his cock, then held me still as he bent his knees to change the angle, thrusting even deeper. His cock dragged over my prostate, and I knew I was minutes from spilling between us.
“Please. More. Don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ll never stop. I’d stay inside you all day long if I could.”
I cried out on his next brutal thrust and reached for my cock.
“Yes,” Dax groaned. “Touch yourself. Work your cock. Come for me.”
I whimpered. My cock was so fucking sensitive. I felt like I hadn’t come in weeks, but it had been less than a day since Dax had fucked my brains out in bed.
He drove into me even harder, and I let go. Cum shot from me, streaking our chests and stomachs and coating my hand.
“More,” Dax demanded, and my cock erupted again as if he could pull the cum from me.
His hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the muscles.
He slammed into me one more time, then I felt the wet heat of his release.
He filled me again and again as he rode out his climax.
When he finished, he lifted me and turned me around.
“Brace yourself,” he ordered as he pushed at my back forcing me to bend over.
I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me, but I pressed my palms against the wall and trusted Dax to keep me upright.
He pulled my ass cheeks apart, and I felt his cum running down my legs. “Fucking beautiful.”
I gasped as he licked my hole and moaned. He kept going, eating his cum as it ran out of me. My dick twitched, trying it’s best to get hard again.
“Dax, I… You’re…”
“Hush,” he whispered against my ass, then bit down on my cheek, making me cry out.
“I need this. Needed to see you covered in my cum. Needed to taste you.” He licked and sucked and kissed me, and I thought I would lose my mind.
I was half-hard when he reached around and gripped my cock.
Somehow, he drew another orgasm from me, then caught me as my legs gave out.
The last thing I remembered was him wiping me down and tucking me into bed.