Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Maisey
The room is insane.
It’s about ten times bigger than the tiny basement suite I’m about to be evicted from, and only about a thousand times nicer.
I walk in with my arms outstretched like Orphan Annie the first time she sees Daddy Warbucks’ mansion. I stop myself just short of saying leapin’ lizards. But I do spin around with my arms outstretched.
“This place is incredible.”
“You’re incredible.”
He doesn’t even move when he says the words, but a shiver of desire ripples through me as if he’s run his hands down my body.
About a million derogatory responses come to mind, my natural inclination to put myself down rearing up. But Travis just said he finds confidence attractive. And whether he was lying or not, he said he found me attractive.
I don’t know why. But it hardly seems like my place to ask him.
Especially when his kisses demonstrate exactly how attractive he finds me. Hell, my panties have been soaked since we left the club, and it’s been almost two years since I’ve been with anyone. And even then, Carter was no prize in the sack.
Something told me Travis would be better.
A lot better.
He sure as hell couldn’t be any worse. Carter and I never had what I would call a vibrant sex life. Hell, we didn’t even have a decent sex life. And it certainly wasn’t for my lack of trying.
At least at the beginning of our relationship. In the last few months, I’d more or less given up initiating, because really, who wanted to give up precious reading time for a little pumping and grunting?
I mean, I never even got off.
“I need you to know something, Travis,” I blurt before I can even think about it. Maybe I am still a little tipsy.
“What’s that, little filly?” He crosses the room but stops short of grabbing me and pulling me to him.
Instinctively, I take a step toward him. “Do you call me that because you’re a horse guy?”
“A cowboy, you mean?” His upper lip twitches like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Right,” I say with a wave of my hand. “Do you call me that because you’re a cowboy or because I remind you of a horse?”
“You remind me of a horse, of course.”
It was like a virtual ice-cold bucket of water was dumped over my head. I took three staggering steps backward until my legs hit the back of the couch and I fell into the plush cushions. “Oh,” was all I could manage to say.
Of course, he thought I looked like a horse. With my awful hair and my plain face, never mind my short, stubby body… I was a fool to believe a man like this could be attracted to me at all.
“Whoa.” He holds up both hands, clearly noticing the change in atmosphere. “What’s that all about?”
I can’t even look at him. “What?”
He doesn’t answer right away; he moves to the bar, where he pulls the bottle of Bodacious Bubbles from the ice bucket and pops the cork before pouring two glasses. Only then does he join me on the couch, turning so he’s facing me. “She’s really done a number on you, hey?”
“Who?” I take the glass he holds out for me and take a deep drink. If I’m going to make it through yet another humiliation tonight, I’m going to need alcohol.
“Your shitty stepsister,” he says easily. “She’s obviously convinced you that you’re not worthy of… well, anything. I saw the way she treated you, Maisey, and I have to tell you, I can think of a few choice names for a woman like her.”
I can’t help it; I smile.
“I meant every single word I said back there,” he says, looking into my eyes exactly as he did in the bar earlier. “But yes, you do remind me of a little filly because you’re gorgeous, Maisey. You’re not like other women.”
“I’m certainly not.” I toss back the rest of my glass, the bubbles hitting the back of my throat in a burst. “Not even close.”
“No.” He takes the glass from me and sets it down along with his untouched glass. “You are sexy and sassy, and you have a spark in your eyes that goes a whole hell of a lot deeper than every single one of those buckle bunnies in that bar tonight.”
“Buckle bunnies?” I laugh. “What on earth…”
“Fake tits, too-tight clothes, bleached hair, too much makeup, and a desperation that oozes off them almost as strong as the cheap perfume they douse themselves in.”
“I take it you’ve met a few?” I don’t really want to know how many women like that he’s been with, but at the same time, morbid curiosity makes me ask.
“It doesn’t matter,” he says smoothly, leaning toward me. “Because now I’ve met you. A wild, untamed little filly, with so much more to give than any of those women can even dream of.”
"But you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough, Maisey.” He traces a finger down my cheek and attempts to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, but it springs out almost immediately. “Now, what is it you need to tell me?”
There are probably a million reasons I shouldn’t tell him my secret.
But he won me over with his words and his totally believable explanation for the nickname his buddy gave me.
Besides, I have to admit it does sound pretty sexy when he says it.
What the hell? “I’ve never had an orgasm,” I blurt out before I can change my mind.
His smile is slow and so incredibly sexy, I almost experience my first one right on the spot. “Is that right?”
I nod a little.
“Not even with that shitty ex of yours?”
A laugh slips from my lips. “Definitely not with him.”
“And not with yourself?”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, positive I’m blushing four different shades of pink, and shake my head no.
“Well, damn, Maisey.” He sits back on the couch and drops his head back to the ceiling again as if he’s contemplating his options.
After way too long, he sits up, takes my hands in his, and with a sly little smile says, “Well, I think my first marital act should be remedying that particular situation, don’t you think?”
Travis
She’s never had an orgasm?
Ever?
The idea that this gorgeous, sassy, spitfire of a goddess has been deprived of such a simple and perfect pleasure pisses me off.
Equally, it inspires me.
And as her husband, I mean it when I tell her it should be my first marital act. Her eyes are wide like she can’t believe I said it.
Believe it, baby.
I reach for her hand and lace my fingers through hers. “Well?”
Her cheeks flush a pretty pink when she realizes I’m serious. But then she bites her lip and… nods.
It’s all I need.
I slide off the couch, dropping to my knees between her thighs.
Her sundress is rumpled and hitches up over her bare legs, drawing my gaze up even further. My hands trail up her calves to her knees and finally her bare thighs. She shivers under my slow, deliberate touch.
I push the hem of her dress up to expose her pink cotton panties. Cute. Not what I expected.
She’s already so wet for me, the scent of her desire filling my senses and propelling me forward. As if I could be stopped. This woman is intoxicating, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Travis…” My name is little more than a whimper on her tongue. Her fingers grip the cushions in anticipation.
“You want this?” I need to know. I need to be sure.
“Yes.” She nods without hesitation. “It’s just… I’ve never done this.”
Another travesty. Any man selfish enough not to take care of his woman doesn’t deserve to have her. Period.
“It’s okay, little filly. Let your cowboy take care of you.” I slide my fingers under the elastic of her panties, hooking them to the side, but it’s not enough. I want her bare to me.
Maisey lifts her hips, understanding what I want, and I waste no time in shimmying her panties down and off her legs, tossing them over my shoulder because we won’t have any more need of them.
Cool air hits her swollen, glistening pussy. She gasps, her legs trembling.
“You are so beautiful, Maisey.” I take a moment to enjoy the view in front of me before I lean in, using my hands to spread her thighs wider to accommodate my broad shoulders.
I blow a ghost of a breath over her first, teasing without touch. She moans, and her hips twitch.
“Please, Travis. I…”
“Patience,” I chuckle, the low vibration against her making her jolt. “I’m going to savor every moment of the first taste of my wife.”
The word sounds both foreign and amazing. The greatest turn-on I never expected.
My lips brush her inner thigh, nipping softly and then a little harder as I move up to the crease where her leg meets her heat.
She’s panting now, the scent of her musky and sweet. I know without even a touch how wet she is for this. For me.
Finally, my tongue flicks the tip of her clit. Just a little. A feather-soft touch. But she arches, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
“Travis…”
I love the sound of my name on her lips. Next, I want to hear her screaming it while she comes.
My tongue finds her clit again, with slow, deliberate licks that make her gasp and squirm under my attention. She’s soaked, absolutely dripping for me. Her hips buck instinctively, wanting more.
I can’t help but grin against her.
She’s never had this before. I’ll make it fucking unforgettable.
I slide a finger inside her. Then another, curling them up to hit that little spot that makes her gasp while I pull her hard clit between my lips and suck.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her moans are building. It’s music to my ears.
And then I feel her muscles tighten. “Travis. I…”
“Oh God. I…it’s too much.” Overwhelmed with the unfamiliar sensations, her head thrashes from side to side. “I feel something. I…” Her voice breaks. Her hips are grinding against me now, chasing it.
“You’re feeling exactly what you need to be, sweetheart. That’s your orgasm. Ride it out.” I speed up, my fingers thrusting deep and steady, my mouth devouring every inch of her.
Pressure builds in her gasps, her muscles coiling tighter. She’s so close.
“Come for me, Maisey,” I tell her. “Come for your cowboy,” I growl, doubling down on my efforts, and then… she shatters.