Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
Travis
Isla went out for dinner with Camila last night, and I made good on my promise to taste her earlier today. I showed up extra early at the office, knowing she’d be alone, and got her off on my tongue in under three minutes. I think it might be a world record.
Now she’s nestled in a chair in the corner of my workshop while I work on the piece for the contest. It’s going to turn out great, and I’ll have a good chance of winning the contest. Something I really hope happens because earlier this week, Cody had another issue with his truck, and we had to cancel three appointments.
I stop what I’m doing and look at Isla. I bought the chair specifically so she could sit out here and hang out with me while I’m working. It’s leather, so it’s easy to wipe off the sawdust. She’s fucking adorable, curled up with her book in her lap, looking as if she’s glued to every word on the page.
I’ve never been much of a reader, despite Grams taking us to the library all the time when we were younger. I never finished my summer reading log no matter what prize they offered me. I always preferred doing something with my hands over sitting in one spot and staring at a book. But I could watch Isla read all night long. I love the way she bites her lower lip and how she’ll suck in a sharp breath from time to time. I don’t think she even knows she does it, but it makes me wonder what she’s reading. I could listen to her tell me about the story for the rest of the night.
These past few weeks have been something I kind of always hoped for. I’ve settled into the idea of having Isla as a girlfriend, and some of the leftover anxiety from how my last relationship ended has worn off. Isla’s never given me any indication that she’s anything like Katherine. Completely the opposite, actually.
It sucks not being able to take her around town for fear that someone we know will see us. I’m not sure how she feels about the idea of telling everyone, but I’m starting to think it’s time.
It’s a tricky situation given that I’m her boss, but I want to be able to go to the movies or the grocery store with her. Or even put my arm around the back of her chair when we’re all having drinks at The Third Rail after work on Fridays. We haven’t discussed us coming out again, but I’m going to bring it up soon. And I know exactly when I’m going to do it.
Isla chuckles, turning the page on her book.
“Good book?” I ask her, a little jealous of a book, if I’m honest.
She looks up from the book on her lap. “Yeah, it’s pretty funny.”
“How’s book club going with the seniors?” I stifle my laugh.
Her head tilts, causing her ponytail to shift over her one shoulder. “It’s fun. I know you might not believe that, but it is. You’d be surprised how virile some of those old ladies are.”
My face sours. “Please don’t tell me, I’ll be scarred for life.”
She laughs. “If you keep mocking me for being a part of their book club, I just might.”
I raise my hand. “I’ll keep my mouth shut from now on. Promise.”
Isla grins and stands, setting the book down on the seat before walking over to me. “How’s the lighting fixture coming along?”
“Getting there. It’s a pretty intricate design, so I don’t want to rush it.” I hesitate, considering whether I should ask her my next question. “Do you want to see the sketch I did for it? It’ll give you an idea of what it will look like when it’s done.”
Her forest green eyes light up. “I’d love that.”
Her enthusiasm eases something in my chest. “It’s right over here.”
I lead her to a desk I keep on the far side of the shop. It’s not one I made, but I’ve had it around since high school, when I didn’t really know what I was doing yet. I’d sit at it and sketch out ideas for furniture I wanted to make someday.
My sketch is right on top, so I pick up the paper and hand it to her.
Her eyes widen when she takes it in, and she glances at me before returning to the sheet. “Travis, this is going to be exceptional when you finish. There’s no way you’re not winning that contest.”
My chest puffs out in pride. “I don’t know about that. There are some pretty talented furniture makers in the state.”
“Yeah, well, you’re one of them, that’s for sure.” She puts the paper back on the desk and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.
My dick perks up.
I rest my hands on her lower back. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”
Isla raises on her tiptoes and kisses me. I squeeze her tighter into my body, my dick growing hard between us.
When I close the kiss, I run her ponytail through one hand. “Would you like to come camping next weekend with me? We’d leave right after drinks at the bar on Friday. The place I’m thinking of is only about an hour away.”
I’m not sure what she’ll think of the idea. Whether she’d prefer to stay in a five-star hotel and thinks camping and spending time in nature is beneath her. But it’s a good way for us to spend the weekend together without worrying about anyone we know seeing us. It will also allow me to talk to her about filling my brothers in on our relationship and see whether she’s ready yet.
Isla’s smile widens. “I’d love to, though fair warning, it’s been years since I’ve been camping. I used to love it as a child.”
“So kind of like the bowling league thing?”
She playfully smacks my chest, trying to give me her meanest look, which isn’t all that mean.
I smile at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all the supplies. You just bring yourself and your clothes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” I lower my head and kiss her again, this time allowing the kiss to heat up.
Soon her fingers are in my hair and my hands are on her ass, squeezing her into me. I frown when she pulls away from our kiss, but my dick twitches when she drops to her knees before me.
“Honey, it’s dirty in here. There’s sawdust all over the floor.” I run a hand down the side of her face.
“I like getting dirty for you, Travis.” She looks at me through her fringe of eyelashes while she undoes the belt on my jeans.
I take the liberty of removing my T-shirt and tossing it aside, watching as she pulls down the zipper of my jeans, then tugs the waist of them down, followed by my boxer briefs, until they rest at my knees. Isla grips the base of my cock and gives me a sultry look as she moves closer, running her tongue from where her hand rests to the mushroom tip.
On a sigh, I tilt my head back, eyes closing, and enjoy the sensation as she does it again. Then she works my cock with her hand, twisting her hand over the tip. When I feel her mouth surround me, I right my head and stare at her.
She looks so pretty with me in her mouth, looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. Sucking gently, she swirls her tongue around the tip over and over until the urge to push her down on my cock is so incessant I’m barely able to hold myself back.
“You’re being a tease.” My voice is rougher than the hardest sandpaper I use here.
She comes off me and grins at me. Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing, no question. “Remember that text message you sent me last night before I met Camila?” She arches an eyebrow.
“I made good on that this morning.” I grin down at the little minx.
“And I’ll make good on this too. I’m just taking my time.”
Before I can say anything else, she brings her mouth back to my cock, all the way down as far as she can go. Her plump lips stretch wide around me, and I feel myself hit the back of her throat.
I swear this woman could make me her fucking slave if she wanted to.
When she pulls back up, her tongue swirls around my tip before she brings me to the back of her throat again. She repeats the move over and over. My balls tighten in anticipation of release, but it’s as though she knows because she changes it up, sucking on the tip and stroking me with her hand.
I groan and grip the top of her ponytail, unable to keep my hands off of her any longer. “Jesus. Your mouth is like fucking magic.”
She hums, and I feel the vibrations down my cock. There’s no way I can take it much longer. My balls tighten again, and once again, it’s like she knows I’m on the edge of coming because she moves her mouth to my balls, her hand now stroking just the end of my cock.
It only takes thirty seconds before I feel like I’m going to blow again. “Oh fuck. I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that.”
Isla moves her mouth back onto my cock, and I shove to the back of her throat. Using her ponytail to control her movements, I stroke in and out of her.
“I’m gonna come.”
She makes no move to back away from me, so I push to the back of her throat and hold myself there, emptying into her. When I’m done, I gently tug on her ponytail. She licks her lips once they’re free of my cock.
Damn, this woman.
“Will this happen every time I invite you camping?” I ask with a grin, holding out my hand to help her up.
She laughs and takes my hand. Once she’s standing, she bends at the waist to dust off her knees. “Depends on how much I enjoy myself, I guess.”
I lean in and kiss her forehead. “How about a shower? I can clean you up since you were kneeling on the floor.”
“Ooh, I Iike the sound of that.”
“Good, because I plan to use my tongue, not a washcloth.” I place my hand in hers and lead her from the workshop, ready to spend the rest of the night doing filthy things with my girl.