Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Travis
The amount of relief I felt when Isla told me she’d broken up with that shithead of a boyfriend should probably scare me. But the first thing that popped into my brain when I realized she was single again was MINE .
Maybe the circumstances for us to start something are all wrong—she works for me, she’s fresh off a breakup, we already had one false start—but something inside me knows that I cannot let this woman get away a second time. Even if the idea of that is terrifying to me.
I’m not a particularly smart man—I never excelled in school except for gym and shop class—but I’m not stupid either. And letting a woman like Isla slip through my fingers a second time would be so fucking stupid.
She tastes like I remember, and the further I sink into our kiss, the stronger my desire for her becomes. In minutes, the two of us are clawing at each other, breathing hard, and unable to get enough of each other.
I pull away from the kiss and grip the length of her ponytail, tugging it down and forcing her to look up at me. “You want me to fuck you right here on this desk so you can think about it every day, all day when you’re at work?”
“God, yes,” she purrs.
I want to get her fully naked so that I can worship her body, but the idea of any other man seeing her that way makes me feral. I don’t expect Brady or either of my brothers to stop here tonight, but on the off chance I’m wrong, I’m not going to strip her bare.
She reaches to her side where her desk is, arm extended, and slashes it across the expanse of her desk, sending the papers flying while the computer sits safely at the far end of her large desk.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I grip my bulging erection through my jeans. “Go lean against the edge of the desk.”
When she does as I instruct, I step up to her, then go down on my knees in front of her. I waste no time pulling up her skirt until it rests around her waist, revealing her bright pink lace panties. The urge to rip them from her body rears up inside me, but I don’t want to be a fucking caveman, so I hook my fingers under them on either side of her hips and drag them down her shapely legs until she steps out of them.
“Leave the heels on.”
Her eyes flare open briefly, then she looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
Lifting one of her legs, I slide it so her thigh rests on my shoulder, then I lean in, spreading her with both hands and swiping my tongue through her center. Her hand threads through my hair, and she moans when I suck on her clit.
She tastes like fucking heaven, and I know already that I’ll be craving her on my tongue long after we’re done.
I work her hard, needing to give her pleasure as though it’s an obsession. My cock throbs, desperate for its own release. Not until I have this divine woman coming on my tongue, though. I need her to know that I can give her what she needs and I’ll only ever leave her satisfied.
Pushing one finger into her warmth, I concentrate my tongue on her clit. Her hand grips my hair harder, pulling on it so hard it starts to hurt, but the pain only spurs me on. I add another finger, and she grinds against my face. I love how uninhibited she is right now. It’s a hell of a turn-on.
“Show me what you look like when you come, honey,” I murmur against her heated flesh.
Her deep green eyes meet my gaze until I suck hard on her clit. On a long moan, her head tilts back, and she closes her eyes, hips jerking. Her core tightens around my fingers and she comes hard.
Jesus. She’s perfect. Everything about this is perfect.
As she eases down from her climax, she looks down at me again, blonde wisps of hair having escaped her ponytail and hanging around her face.
I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. Standing to my full height, I work my belt and jeans open as her breaths are still labored. In seconds, my jeans and boxers are down around my knees, and my rock-hard shaft is in my hand. I don’t bother removing my boots and pants fully, too desperate to have her. I spin her around by the shoulders and press down between her shoulder blades so that she’s bent over the desk, ass up.
Fuck, what a pretty sight. I squeeze the end of my dick to ease some of the pressure. Reaching down, I yank my wallet from my back pocket and pull out the condom I keep there. Thank God for always being prepared, because I’d be crying if I found myself without a condom right now.
I roll the condom down my length as Isla watches me from over her shoulder.
“You want this, right?” I ask, needing to be sure I’m not pressuring her into anything.
She wiggles her ass side to side, and I stifle my moan.
“You’re a fucking tease.” I take her ass cheeks in both hands and spread them. Unable to resist, I lean in and swipe my tongue one last time from her clit to her puckered hole.
“Please, Travis…”
Gotta give the woman what she wants. Fisting my cock by the base, I bring the head to her wet sheath, notching the head in her entrance but not going any further. Isla moans and wiggles her ass side to side again, and I join her chorus with my own moans.
“Travis, ple?—”
I shove into her in one thrust, and the words die on her lips. I grip her ponytail in my hand, forcing her to arch her head back. She takes thrust after thrust, pushing back into me, as desperate as I am. My fingertips dig into the skin on her hip, but she doesn’t complain. In fact, she seems to like it, moaning and her core contracting around my cock every time I squeeze harder.
I watch my dick glide into her, and my balls tighten, preparing for release. With one last squeeze to her hip, I bring my hand around her waist and use my middle finger to apply pressure to her swollen bud. Isla’s hands clench on the desk, and she arches her back further in invitation.
Swirling my finger, I slam into her even harder. In less than a minute, she’s coming on a cry, her insides fluttering against me to the point that I can’t hold back any longer. Hot jets of cum fill the condom, and I hold myself inside her, wishing I could bathe her womb with my seed.
As I gather my breath, I watch the last of her orgasm cause her entrance to contract around me until I finally have to pull my softening cock from inside her.
I pull off the condom and tie it, yanking up my pants before shoving the condom in my pocket. No chance I’m leaving it in the garbage here for one of my brothers to discover. Once my jeans and belt are done up, I gently put Isla’s clothes back in order and help her up off the desk, turning her around by the shoulders.
“You good? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shakes her head, and I realize that she’s barely meeting my eyes.
“Hey.” I grip her ponytail, tugging down so she’s forced to look up at me. “You okay?”
Isla nods. “Yeah.”
I lean in and kiss her, and to my satisfaction, she doesn’t pull away. I worried maybe she was already regretting what happened, but she sinks into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck.
When I pull away, I ask, “Do you want me to help you clean up this mess?” I gesture to the many files and papers littering the floor on the far side of her desk.
“No, that’s okay. I was reorganizing the filing anyway.”
I nod, shoving my hands in my pockets. I want to stick around, but I get the sense that she needs her space. “I’m going to get going then. I’m famished, and I still have to put some time into the piece of furniture I’m making for the contest.”
“Great, well, good luck with that.” She turns and picks up the papers off the floor. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“See you then.”
I walk out of the office feeling lighter than I can remember in years. I’ll give Isla the space she needs tonight, but after that, she needs to know I won’t disappear quite so easily.