Chapter 41
Alyssia
“Mmmm,” I moan when Travis finds a particularly stubborn knot in my calf. He kneads it until the pain dulls into smoothness.
I pull one eye open to look at him. “Have I told you lately how great you are at that?”
We’re seated in a private space of the Salle des étoiles, underneath the stars while Travis massages my feet.
“I won’t complain about hearing it again.”
“We could’ve done this at home,” I remind him. There’s still at least another thirty minutes until the end of the evening.
“I gave you a choice,” he says.
“To either leave early or let you drag me away and let you have your way with me.” I push his knee with the foot he’s not currently massaging.
“Baby, if I was having my way with you, it would only be my name you’re saying right now.”
I try to respond to that, but another moan comes out from how good this damn massage feels.
“Just promise me these won’t stop after the baby’s born,” I say.
“Our son or daughter will be fifty years old, and we’ll be old and grey, and I’ll still put your feet on my lap.”
I raise my head to meet Travis’ sharp gaze.
This isn’t the first time that he’s hinted, or stated outright that we’ll be together forever, well into the future.
“Travis …” I don’t finish because I don’t know what to say.
“We’re in this for the long haul, Alyssia. I’m not letting you go. Not now, not after the baby’s born, not ever. I want you to be the mother of all of my children. More importantly, I want you to be my partner for life.”
I bury my hands in my face and laugh.
“Want to let me in on the joke?”
Raising my head, I wipe a couple of tears away.
“I just, it’s insane. We, I mean, after Vegas I didn’t expect any of this. You left me that morning. It was only supposed to be a one-night stand.”
Travis shakes his head.
“I didn’t leave,” he says in a tone so serious, I sit up a little straighter in my seat. “That morning in Vegas, I didn’t leave you.”
“You weren’t there when I woke up,” I remind him.
“I didn’t leave … I mean, yes, I left, but I had a call from Annalise.
A representative from one of my sponsors arrived early to talk about renewing my contract.
He was in town for a short while. It was only supposed to be a fifteen-minute meeting.
But by the time I got back to the room, you were gone. ”
“Why didn’t you leave a note? Or wake me up to tell me where you were going?”
Travis’ frown deepens as he runs his hand over the back of his head. “I should’ve,” he answers. “The night we shared was …” He sighs. “Unbelievable. But back then, my head was still full of work. I took a picture of you right before I left the room.”
He snorts a laugh and pulls out his phone.
I lean over.
“Is that … is that me?” It’s a silly question, since I can see my face plain as day, sleeping away in the bed Travis and I shared that night. “Why do you have this?”
He doesn’t answer the question right away because he’s staring at the image in his phone.
“I didn’t even think about it when I took the picture. You just looked so …” He shrugs. “I pulled out my phone and snapped the photo. I never deleted it because I couldn’t. Even before I saw you again in New York, I wanted to hold on to your memory for as long as I could.”
I sniffle.
“Are you crying?”
I wipe away my tears and rise to my feet so quickly, I come close to toppling over.
“Alyssia, be caref—” he tries to say as he steadies me, but I crush my mouth to his.
“Take me home,” I demand against his lips.
“Baby, we’re still in the hallway,” Travis pants against my lips the moment my hand sinks into his tuxedo bottoms.
He struggles to insert the key into the door. After a few seconds of fumbling, we spill inside of the door, Travis slams and locks it behind as I begin stripping him out of his tux jacket.
My fingers shake with all of the sensations running through me, making me fumble at unbuttoning his shirt. Travis takes care of that by ripping his cummerbund and shirt completely off before spinning me around so that my back faces his front.
He finds the zipper of my dress and begins slowly unzipping it, following it with kisses down my spine. Gooseflesh rises all over my skin, and I throw my head back, releasing a heavy, shuddering breath.
The only things running through my mind are his words from earlier.
That picture of me in his phone that he’s carried around for the past eight months. Even when he thought he’d never see me again.
When my dress pools at my feet, I spin to face him again. I pull him by the shoulders into me to stare into his eyes, which now are almost forest green.
I love you.
Those three words penetrate my mind, spinning around and around.
Yet, I hold onto them.
“I know,” he says, cupping the back of my head. “I know, baby.”
Travis collapses his mouth over mine, kissing at the same time he walks me through our apartment to our bedroom.
Before my back hits the bed, Travis adjusts a couple of the pillows underneath me so that I’m able to comfortably lay back while he holds my legs in the tabletop position.
He kisses a pathway down the inside of my right leg before hooking his hands in the waistband of my pantyhose and panties. Travis doesn’t remove them all of the way, since my sandals are still on my feet.
“I wanted to see what these would look like over my shoulders,” he says, then looks over at the full-length mirror on the wall.
In this position we can see our whole bodies in the mirror.
“Watch me while I make you come, baby,” is the last thing he says before dropping to his knees to worship my pussy with his mouth.
“Shit,” I grunt out while dropping my head to the pillow beneath me.
“Keep watching or I’ll stop,” he says, making me cry out when he separates his mouth from my pussy.
I tighten my hands into fists in the blanket beneath my hand and nod, agreeing to anything he asks right now.
I almost break my promise when he starts eating me out again, but I continue watching the both of us in the mirror.
Travis, still in his tuxedo pants and shoes, topless, on his knees, his head bobbing between my legs.
Me, completely naked save for the shoes and pantyhose that are pulled down to my ankles.
But it’s the look in my eyes that holds my attention. The fire in my eyes matches the color of the dress I wore tonight.
Travis’ favorite color.
“Oh, shit. I’m coming!” I yell out. The words barely make it past my lips before flames of sensation lick up my spine, overtaking my entire body.
Travis doesn’t stop throughout my first orgasm. Not that he ever does. He’s nothing if not thorough.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he rises from the floor, stripping out of his pants before removing my shoes and panties.
“Watch us, Alyssia,” he orders again while taking both of my wrists in one of his hands.
He raises my arms over my head, stretching my body out, but it’s not uncomfortable thanks to the pillows supporting my extra weight.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says while sinking his full length inside of me. Even with the added slickness from my less than five-minute old orgasm, Travis is a lot to take. With his free arm he hooks my knee over his elbow, spreading my legs farther apart and allowing him to go deeper.
We both curse and groan out.
Every time I think it can’t get any better with him, it always does.
I tighten my leg around his hips as Travis pumps into me with a strength that makes my entire body convulse. It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to build up in my core.
“Are you about to come, baby?”
I nod.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’m g-gonna come,” I pant out.
“Then come for me. Squeeze my cock, baby. Come for me.”
And I do.
I come apart and an array of color explodes behind my eyelids. My orgasm must set him off because Travis moves his arms underneath my shoulders, pulling me up until our front bodies touch.
He kisses me with a passion only he is capable of, at the same time he releases inside of me. Travis buries his head into the crook of my neck and comes so hard that his entire body trembles.
For a long time, the only sound in the room is that of us fighting to catch our breaths.
Minutes later, we’re still struggling as we lay face to face in the bed. Travis brings my palm to his chest. The rapidity of his heartbeat astounds me.
He chuckles. “Even at a hundred and fifty miles an hour my heart doesn’t beat this damn fast.” He leans in, kissing me. “Only for you, Alyssia.”
Me too. I think but just like those three special words, I don’t say it out loud.