Chapter Five
Travis felt the vibration in the floor rather than heard the dropping of a car hood. He glanced over where Miles had been working to find him wiping his hands before moving to the sink.
Fuck. He squinted as his gaze drifted over the clock, then back again, trying to focus. “Is that the right time?”
Miles craned his neck. “It’s your clock, you should know. You got somewhere to be?”
“Yeah.”
“Her?”
There was no point in denying it. Not after the kiss Miles witnessed earlier. “I told her I’d take her home from work.”
“You could let her walk. She could stand to slim down some more anyway.”
“You’re a jerk sometimes, you know that?” His’ temper sparked at Miles’ jab. He could use a good scuffle to work off some of the tension that had been riding him since Miles stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.
What was going on between Travis and Bella was between them. No one else needed to know that he’d been itching to see her all afternoon. No one else needed to know that he’d been itching to kiss her again. To touch her, to take her up against the wall or over the hood of her car.
The position didn’t much matter to him, only that he got lost in her again. “She brought us lunch. She apologized for something she didn’t do. She was nice to you when at times you were less than civil.”
As for her needing to slim down? Nah. His daydreams of the dip in her waist, the width of her hips, the roundness of her ass, the fullness of her breasts? That’s the Bella he’d always wanted and craved.
When Miles only shook his head, Travis dropped the hood on the Jeep then made a beeline for his office.
“Is she any good?” Miles called out.
“Go to hell.” He casually tossed the words over his shoulder. How he really felt was anything but. He was wound tight and ready to climb the walls. Or better yet, climb Bella.
He missed her. He’d seen her twice today already and would see her again soon. But still, he missed her. How could he miss her? He’d pretty much known her all his life, and wanted her for at least half of it, but couldn’t say he’d missed her. Until now. Until he’d touched her. Until he’d had her. Until he’d spent time with her.
Had she missed him? Could she feel his body imprinted on hers? ’Cause he could sure as fuck feel the tightness of her cunt on his dick, the heat of her breath on his neck, the stroke of her tongue tasting like raspberry jam when she kissed him.
It wasn’t supposed to be more than a fun time, a few days of fantasy fulfillment. Judging by last night, it was going to be a lot more than that.
He didn’t obsess over women. Never had. There were always enough to go around and some even came back for seconds and thirds. Bella was going to be different. Bella was different. She didn’t play coy and she wasn’t innocent or naïve, but she was sweet and quite tender. She was also a sex kitten. That phrase was too tame, but Travis didn’t know how else to describe her, not even to himself.
Hot. She was definitely hot, and she left scorch marks in her wake. He wouldn’t get out of this without feeling the flames licking at his skin. At the same time, the jury was still out about whether he wanted to get out of this at all.
That was the biggest question he had for himself. He’d fucked her one afternoon and evening, yet he couldn’t be sure he didn’t want to keep doing it for the rest of the summer. And would that even be enough?
Answers weren’t forthcoming in his garage doorway though. He needed to go get her before she started thinking he’d forgotten.
But when he stepped outside, he caught sight of her turning the corner. The country road that led to her lake house intersected the main stretch of town. From his shop, he had a direct line of sight down it. Why was she walking home? He started to call out, but bit the words back.
“You gonna stand there or you gonna go get her?” Miles asked from behind.
“Yeah, yeah,” Travis said with a dismissive way toward his brother.
“Why didn’t she come here if she knew you were going to take her home?”
Travis had no clue. “She doesn’t want to cause trouble for me.” As good as anything else he could have come up with.
Miles let out a bark of humorless laughter, interrupting Travis’ thoughts. “A little late for that.”
“Yeah, cause it’s causing a crapload of trouble with you. Stop being an ass.”
If nothing else, Miles and his comments got Travis’ feet moving. He hopped in his truck and cranked the engine. “Close up the garage, will ya?” He didn’t wait for Miles to answer before he pealed out of the parking lot.
It had taken every ounce of self-control he had last night to leave Bella. To not crawl back into her bed and slide into her body again. He’d taken her multiple times after their play at the table, after the play in the shower, but he wasn’t sated. The more he had her, the more he wanted her.
She’d been the forbidden fruit for years and still should be, but he couldn’t see right from wrong. Not yet. Not with the kind of steamy chemistry they had.
She was hot and giving and willing. She laughed and smiled and moaned.
Travis drove her as crazy as she drove him. He was pretty confident about that. Her reactions, her wetness, her craving for every ounce of his energy and every inch of his dick weren’t things she could fake.
Things might have started off with the idea of making a fantasy come true as down payment on car repairs but …
Several yards down the road, he pulled alongside Bella and leaned across the seat. He rolled the passenger window down. “Want a ride?”
She turned her head and he caught the smirk playing at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing when she’d kept walking right on by the garage. “You offering?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“What kinda ride?” She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and cocked her hip to the side. Travis laughed. So much for not playing coy.
The sunlight caught the gold highlights in the red and she looked like the Devil’s own plaything. Conservative outer layer, wicked underneath.
And like that, his dick hardened in his coveralls. “Whatever kind you think you might need.” She pouted and Travis ground his teeth together to keep from hauling her through the window.
“I’m not supposed to get into vehicles with strange men, especially ones with tattoos. You know, dangerous and all.”
He nodded as though he understood her dilemma. “That's a very good piece of advice, but I’m not just any strange man around these here parts.” He eyed her, assessing, and his gaze zeroed in on her chest. “I’ll, uh, make it worth your while.” He met her baby blues once again. She appeared to be contemplating, but he would bet his truck that her panties were wet.
“I only live down the road.”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
“And what do you want in return?”
“Get in and we can discuss it.” Travis slid back and made room for her. She stepped up and settled in the seat with that same small smile flirting with her lips. He didn’t know for sure what she was thinking, but he had a pretty good idea what he’d like her thoughts to be.
“You have a good day?” she asked when he put the truck in gear and started down the road.
“I did. I’m sorry I wasn’t at the flower shop to get you.”
“You can make it up to me.”
“Oh can I? How’s that?”
“Drive. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“What happened to strange men with tattoos?”
She gave a wave with her hand. “Old news. You’re not strange and your tattoos are hot.”
She inched closer and pressed her hand between his legs. She did it so casual, so easy, as if she’d been doing it for years and it was now habit. But she hadn’t and it wasn’t. It was new and exciting. To most in town, playing in the truck or anywhere except behind closed doors was a no-no. He didn’t give a shit though. He wanted to give her whatever she wanted as long as she kept touching him.
Then she lowered her head to his lap and Travis’ foot came off the gas pedal so quick the truck jolted forward. “Sorry,” he mumbled and tried to regain his composure even as she chuckled. The cotton of his coveralls and boxer briefs provided little protection when it came to the scorching heat of her mouth.
He’d changed clothes yesterday before picking her up, but hadn’t had the chance today. Her fingers found the zipper at the neck and pulled. He was going to be half naked by the time she got to his cock, but it wasn’t as if he was going to protest. He wanted her mouth on him and he would do whatever he had to do to get it. Even if that meant being stripped naked to his ass in his truck.
“Now, you have to make sure you get me home safe and sound. I’ll pay for the ride, but if it’s not a smooth one …”
She left the words dangling between them. Good God, she was hell on him. He thought he’d be the one with the upper hand, but he’d thought wrong. If he expected her to be meek or grateful, he’d been wrong about that too. She was bold and unashamed of her playful sexual nature.
He had no idea what he’d be unleashing by going in search of the Bella he’d heard so much about.
He wouldn’t lock her up again though. Not for anything. She was confident, sexy. She was a decadent treat and the way she melted all over him … “I wish we’d gotten together back in school,” he said. She’d opened the top of his coveralls and was tracing his tattoos with her tongue. She started in the center of his chest at the bottom of a dagger, then worked her way up.
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed against his skin. She bared his nipple and tugged on the barbell pierced through it, then licked it when he gasped. “I didn’t know you had piercings but damn, they were such a nice surprise.” She teased his other nipple and the ring hanging from that one. She pulled, hard, and the truck swerved.
His balls were in her hand before he got the tires straight again and she squeezed. “What did I say about a safe and sound ride?”
“Goddamn, Bells.”
She giggled and lowered her head to his lap again. This time, with the head of his cock kissing the humid air inside the cab. Then her lips were there, sucking him in. The tip of her tongue slid into the ring of his piercing and she pulled up.
They were going to be in a ditch if she didn’t watch it. It’d be a helluva way to go though. Bella Drake with her head in her mechanic’s lap. The story would be sordid and unkind, but Travis would die knowing the truth. The woman was every sex dream he had come to life, escorting him to the afterlife with a fucking smile on his lips.
He would have loved to push on her head, force her to take more of him, but no. He needed both hands on the wheel, so he ignored everything but the road beyond the front end of his truck.
Okay, tried to ignore. She sucked on him as though she’d been starving. Not for cock in general, but for his. She’d left marks on him as much as he’d left marks on her. He bit, she scratched. She bit, he spanked. Her breasts and ass bore his fingerprints. He pinched her nipples, she pulled on his piercings. They’d both had sore, tender body parts by the time she’d dozed off in a sexed-out heap.
He’d have offered a second shower, but she’d fallen asleep before he returned with another bottle of water.
They were headed in the same direction now. Her house. A den of sexual sin at present. It might be garish purple on the outside, but inside …? When Bella got naked and ready for sex? Red-hot didn’t touch the surface.
She tugged again on the ring through the tip of his cock and massaged his balls.
“Bells,” he groaned.
“I want your cum, Trav,” she said against his insanely sensitive skin. “I want your cum on my tongue before we get to my house.” She proved the truth of her words when she near sucked the ring out of its hole.
Travis bucked and, against his better judgment, let go of the wheel with one hand. He pressed his palm against her head and urged her farther down on his cock. She moaned and swallowed. His piercing hit the roof of her mouth. She worked the shaft, teased with her tongue and slurped as though he were a straw.
And she got her wish. He erupted between her lips and she drank him down her throat. His shout bounced off the small confines of the cab and through hazy eyes, he could see the edge of her driveway. Thank God for small miracles. He had plans for the crazy-ass beauty lifting her head and licking her lips.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Bells. ’Bout wrecked us a couple times with that mouth of yours.”
“But we didn’t. You got skills, Trav,” she teased.
“Keep that in mind,” he promised, throwing the truck into park when he barely cleared the edge of the road. He was in her drive, but only just, and a case could be made for a reckless parking.
He didn’t care. He backed her against the passenger door and tore at the fastenings of her pants to free her to his gaze. He came in a flood down her throat, but was still horny as fucking hell and it was time for him to return the favor.
Bella made a grab for the door, for any kind of handle. She needed something to hold on to as she flew apart, because with the gleam in Travis’ eyes, she knew she was going to fly.
He pulled her shoes off and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder. Then, she tried to help him get her pants down, but he was quicker, rougher. Seams ripped as he tugged and pulled. And when she thought he’d rip her panties off, he only pulled the crotch to the side and dove in with his face.
Bella arched her neck and hit the window with the back of her head. She lifted her hips and Travis helped by anchoring one tattooed arm under her ass. He held her pussy to his mouth and ate her.
His tongue licked her from top to bottom and back again. He nibbled at her outer lips, her inner lips, her clit. He made her wiggle, writhe and squirm. He made her pant, then made her hold her breath. He brought her to the edge, only to back off as she started to go over.
“Goddamn, Travis!”
“Payback’s a bitch, Bells,” he muttered, his words muffled by the face plant he was doing between her legs.
At one time, she might have been self-conscious. She hadn’t showered before sex or washed up after walking in the humid hell of late afternoon. But self-conscious wasn’t what she felt with Travis. No, she felt wanted, desired and sexy, no matter what. His scent and taste had only become stronger from the sweating he’d done in the garage. His musk was heady in general; add in a bit of sweat and it was as though she were an animal in heat. Then again, no matter what, she couldn’t wait to get at him, at his body, at his mouth, at his cock. He was a drug and what he did to her when they got naked was her addiction.
She reached for him, intent on pulling him up her body. He was hard by now, right? He could fuck the crap out of her now, right? But he wouldn’t budge, so she fisted a handful of his hair in frustrated need and yanked. Hard. Still he didn’t stop. He was content to tease her.
Her heart thundered. Her brow dripped. Her nipples ached. And she rode the precipice he kept taunting her with.
“Asshole,” she ground out. At that, he lifted his head, his eyes wide and full of wicked intent.
“You want to play that game, yeah? I’m all over it. Finger? Or tongue?”
Bella was speechless and it took a second for her to catch up. “Oh!” Dear God, he thought she meant …
Her thoughts trailed away and her eyes rolled back when he licked at the entrance of her body and up to her clit.
“My girl likes it.” His breath was hot against her but still, she shivered.
“F-finger.”
“Mmmm. Good. Look at me,” he ordered. Bella did. Travis’ eyes glowed in the late-afternoon light and he pushed her higher against the door. “Watch. I want to see you when my finger slides inside your ass.”
Truth be told, Bella couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. She lowered her gaze, pulled up her shirt for an unobstructed view. Travis’ hand plundered her folds, dipped and slid against the inner lips.
He lifted his hand, his fingers glossy with her juices, and waggled his middle finger at her. She grinned and thrust her pelvis. He huffed out a laugh and speared her, the digit disappearing inside her sex. A few short twists of his wrist, this way and that, and that finger slid out and pressed against her ass.
Bella tensed and sucked in a breath between her teeth.
“Relax, baby. You know how good it’s gonna feel, don’t ya?”
She loved how Travis’ Southern drawl was more pronounced when it came to sex. Proper grammar flew out the window. He was all country, all hot, all hers. She nodded and he smiled, then slow and easy, screwed his longest finger into her bottom.
Her breath whooshed out and she sank down, impaling herself. She shuddered in pleasure. “Oh.”
“Oh is right. Let’s see about getting you to come now.” He licked at her clit. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Bells?” He nipped her clit, tugged it between his lips, worried it back and forth.
“Ah fuck, Trav, please …” She’d give anything to come. She’d give anything to keep him inside her, his mouth focused on her pussy, his full attention centered on her.
He wiggled his finger in her ass, pulled back, then shoved back inside, hard. “It’s okay, baby. Let go. Let me have it all.” He fucked her with small, hard thrusts and she held his mouth to her, riding his tongue, his lips, the edges of his teeth.
She closed her eyes, lost herself in the feel of him between her legs. The permission he gave meant everything. Last night she’d taken some of the control, some of the power for the pleasure. He wanted her wild and untamed. He wanted everything she could give in their sexual play. She wanted the same thing from him. And that freedom sent her tumbling over the cliff’s edge.
It hit her, rolled over her, and she bucked her hips. Travis didn’t slow his sucking, nibbling, licking. The more he worked her clit, the more drawn out her climax. She loved this feeling. She never wanted to come down, but all too soon she did. And Travis was there, kissing his way up her body until he got to her mouth.
She smelled herself on his breath and met him for the kiss that was waiting for her. Their tongues tangled for a brief time, until he lifted his head. Their eyes locked and a smile tilted his lips. Heat began to flow through her again. “I like payback,” she purred.