Chapter 30
Travis
Alyssia’s moan as I kiss my way down her spine shoots straight to my cock. I strain against my jeans but focus on unbuttoning the yellow sundress that’s kept my eyes glued to Alyssia all fucking day.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking her waist in my hands to spin her around to face me.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “No. I’m horny as hell and if you don’t do something about it soon, I’m going to burst into flames.” She leans in, taking my bottom lip into her teeth.
I hiss out and groan. “Baby, I’m trying to take my time. I don’t want to hurt y—”
She presses a finger to my lips.
“Travis, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna drop down on this bed, spread my legs, and force you to watch me pleasure my—” Her little declaration is broken by a growl before I crush my lips to hers.
I strip her of her panties and lay her down to spread her legs. She helps me adjust the pregnancy pillow beneath her back to make her comfortable while I prepare to enjoy the real dessert of the night.
“Shit!” she curses, her hand cupping the back of my head as I lick and reacquaint my mouth with her taste.
The sweetest, purest form of honey couldn’t compare to this. I lap her up, bringing her higher and higher until her thighs tighten around me and start to tremble. Her hand tightens in my hair, tugging as she comes in a breathless groan that fills the room.
Once the trembling stops, I pull back and quickly strip myself of the jeans, briefs, and other clothes that separate me from my heaven.
Naked, I lift onto my knees, staring down at Alyssia, my dick in my hands. I stare at her, examining the ways in which her body’s changed since our first time together.
Her breasts are fuller, the areolas a darker brown and larger, her hips wider, tiny stretch marks signaling exactly where my hands go to hold her still while I pump into her, and her swollen belly.
My eyes rise to her face, the way her coffee browns watch me filled with want and open need, her lips swollen from my kisses, hair spread over the pillow.
“Travis,” she whines, reaching for me.
I intertwine her fingers with mine, lifting them over her head.
“In Las Vegas I thought to myself, ‘I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman’,” I tell her.
“And now?”
“Now, I’m in awe that you could become even more stunning. I thought the best thing to happen to me in Vegas was that I could win a race. Until I met you.” I release her hands, only to lower myself to kiss the mound of her belly.
I kiss my way up her body, in between her breasts, pinching one of her nipples, making her hiss and then hum out in pleasure.
“I don’t want to use a condom with you. We’ve both been tested,” I say.
“They don’t seem to work too well for us anyway.” She glances down at her stomach.
I chuckle but then cut it short to kiss her again. Midway through the kiss, I use one of my hands to line myself up with her entrance. Alyssia breaks away from the kiss the moment I sink into her wetness.
Sliding inside of her is better than slipping inside of my one-seater on the track. It’s better than taking pole and standing at the top of the podium.
“So tight,” I groan in her ear, kissing every part of her neck that I can reach.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her, but I brace my arms against the bed, not wanting to crush her with my weight.
“I need you,” she pants. “Please.”
Her begging undoes me, and I allow myself to let go. I rock into her pussy with abandon. Alyssia clings to me, her nails digging into the skin of my back. But there’s no pain, only bliss as our bodies burn hotter and hotter for one another.
In a matter of minutes, she’s coming again, calling my name.
I fight like hell not to come until she’s completed her orgasm. I want to watch every twitch, grimace, and twist her face makes as she takes her pleasure.
Once she comes down from her spiral, I allow myself to combust. I come with a wild abandon, emptying myself into her. This time it isn’t a mistake or the result of a broken condom.
It’s a declaration of what’s mine.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask Alyssia as we lay face to face in bed, our bodies sweaty but satiated.
Her smile is as bright as the moon that peeks through the blinds of the bedroom window. The pregnancy pillow that takes up almost a fourth of this bed, curves around her back, leaving only our intertwined hands resting between us.
“More than comfortable,” she says, her speech slightly slurred. “Kandace was right.”
“About what?”
“Giving you a chance.” Her husky laugh finds its way inside of every cell of my body, threatening to never let me go.
“She was right that night in Vegas, too, but it took for you getting stuck in an elevator to listen.”
Alyssia sucks her teeth. “You shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.”
“If I hadn’t, I never would have known your prejudices against good looking guys.”
She rolls her eyes. “My mind might have changed over the past few months.”
“Who was it?”
“You, of course.” She frowns when I shake my head.
“No, who was it that made you feel that way?”
I fight for patience as she takes her time answering.
“My ex,” she finally says. “We’d known each other since we were thirteen and started dating the summer before high school. Looking back now, I know it was youth and inexperience that had me thinking it was the relationship that would last forever.”
She sighs.
“I thought Grant and I would end up like my parents. They met in high school, dated for years, and got married after college.”
“What happened instead?” I ask.
“During our freshman year, the accident that killed my parents and injured me. He was there for me, in the best way a teenage boy can be, I suppose. He would sit with me on my grandmother’s porch or talk about something silly like our favorite show.”
Though I hate the little bastard already, a piece of me is glad to hear she wasn’t alone during that time.
“We continued dating through our junior year. But then my grandmother got sick and … I don’t know. I think it became too much to handle. He was the closest friend I had but I wasn’t his only friend.
“By then he’d grown a few inches, became one of the hottest guys in our class, and he was the quarterback for our high school’s team.
“I knew I was bringing down the mood whenever I came around him and his friends from the team. Ultimately, I stopped hanging out with them. A few weeks later, he came to me and told me that my mood is always killing the vibe, basically.”
I’ll kill him.
I manage to keep that thought from spilling out but just barely.
“Do you know where he is now?”
The ice running through my tone must shock Alyssia, because she pulls her head back and stares as if assessing me.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“I’m very serious but keep going.” I’ll get the fucker’s name later.
She lays her head down again. “He broke up with me. Two weeks later, my grandmother died and I shut the entire world out.”
“He was a son of a bitch.”
“He was young. A high schooler.”
“Baby, I’m going to need you not to defend the bastard that broke your heart while you were already dealing with the heartbreak of your parents and your grandmother. He was a piece of shit.”
Alyssia turns her face into the pillow to hide her grin.
“You’re mean when you want to be,” she finally says.
“Only to those who deserve it.” I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose. “Learned it from my family.”
“Did you get your love of sports from your dad?”
Pride swells my chest. I’m so damn happy she’ll get a chance to meet my parents in a couple of weeks. We’ve had video calls since she wanted to thank them for the baby stuff they sent home with me from my Miami race.
“I did, but while I always enjoyed watching football, I never wanted to play. I was drawn to motorsports. After he retired, my dad became a sports anchor and we would sometimes travel with him for work. We were exposed to all types of sports even though he broadcasted for football.”
When Alyssia shifts her head on the pillow, I think back to what her uncle said earlier tonight. An ache in my chest starts to form at the thought of causing her anymore pain.
But I know I can convince her that my sport isn’t nearly as dangerous as she might think it is.
“My mom is a financial advisor and educator. Though she’s beyond the point of needing to work, she loves taking on new clients or mentoring young women in the finance industry.”
“It’s beautiful when you find a career you’re passionate about.”
“Europe has great universities, or if there are any programs in the States your—”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles, and my heart beats faster
I squeeze her hand again. “We have time.”
Her eyes lock on mine. Hope, fear, and hesitation all create a kaleidoscope of emotion in her gaze.
“You don’t have to decide anything now, but you’re not alone in any decision you make,” I assure her before bringing her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles.
“You’re staying the night, right?” she asks after a few minutes of silence.
“The moment you open your eyes in the morning, you’ll see my face,” I reply.
The way the corners of her mouth lift as her eyelids grow heavier and heavier until they’re closed comes close to overwhelming me.
I used to think being in the cockpit of my car was the best place I would ever be. But here, now, watching Alyssia fall asleep in my arms, I’ve utterly revised my thinking.