Chapter 18: Laney
I have to hold the phone away from my ear because Tori’s laughing so loud. I knew this was going to happen, but I needed advice.
“Wow, Laney, what an unfortunate accident.”
“It was!”
I can practically hear Tori rolling her eyes. “Oh, okay, sure, so it was bad enough that you won an all-expenses-paid vacation to a honeymoon hotel with one of the hottest guys on the planet, but now you’re fucking him? I wish I had your problems.”
“I’m not fucking him,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice down. I’m out on the balcony for extra privacy, but I definitely don’t want Travis listening in on this conversation. “I fucked him. Once. There’s a huge difference.”
“Oh, okay, right, because I’m sure you’re not going to fuck him again the second you hang up the phone.”
“I told you, we were drunk, we had to sleep in the same bed, and everyone around us was having sex, too. We were just getting it out of our system.”
“Yeah, but you also told me you were positive that nothing would ever happen between you. Personally, I bet that you fuck him again today.”
Ha. Today? Fat chance. “You’re on. Winner buys the loser drinks for a month?”
Tori laughs. “Ouch. Get ready to hit the bars, I guess.”
“We’ll see, won’t we? I guess if you do win, and you won’t, all those drinks will help me forget about Travis after he gets bored of me and picks a new girl.”
Tori’s quiet for a few seconds. “What makes you think he’s going to pick a new girl?”
“I mean, he’s Travis. He fucks a different girl every week, right?”
“Well, have you seen him do that at the hotel?”
“Uh…no, but-“
“And have you seen him even look at another girl since you married him?”
“Well, no, but come on-“
“Then maybe you’re wrong. Maybe you’re the girl he wants to pick.”
Tori’s words leave me momentarily speechless. I try to come up with a rebuttal, but I can’t seem to find the words.
“Maybe he was trying to tell you something when he married you. Or maybe, subconsciously, you were trying to tell you something.”
“What? No…I…”
“Makes more sense than drunkenly trying to win a contest so you can get promoted at a job you hate, doesn’t it?”
I’m quiet for a long time, thinking of some way to respond to that. Before I can, though, my phone beeps in my ear. I’m getting another call. From Anna.
I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or concerned, but I definitely need to take this.
“Hey, Tori, my boss is calling, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Alright. Let me know when I win the bet.”
Tori hangs up, and I take a deep breath, trying to get her words out of my mind before I talk to Anna.
Well, here goes nothing.
“Hey Anna, what’s up?”
“Laney, what the hell is going on over there?”
Uh oh. She sounds mad. “Uh…well…I found out that Jason was here with a date.”
“Yeah, so did the rest of America. Jason’s social media post has 25 million views since last night, and we could have had the scoop.”
I knew this was coming as soon as I saw the post last night, but I still wasn’t expecting Anna to be this upset. Wasn’t this just supposed to be a bonus?
“I almost got the scoop. I tracked him down to a date with his lady friend on a cruise ship…but for some reason he ditched the date, checked out, and posted that message. I thought I had until the end of the week to catch up with him.”
“Well, that’s all well and good, but what did you actually do to try and sniff him out? Did you get your hands on a guestbook? Did you pretend to be a hotel employee and knock on doors? Did you pull the fire alarm like I wanted you to?”
Wait, that wasn’t a joke? She actually wanted me to do that? “No, I didn’t do any of that stuff…was that really how I was supposed to find Jason? It sounds kind of sleazy.”
Anna scoffs. “This is Journalism 101, Laney. Those are some of our best methods, the things that give us an edge over the competition. Clearly, I should have given you a crash course in hotel infiltration. Please tell me you’re at least covering the Coconut Classic?”
“Uh, well, yeah, but its pretty boring so far. Travis says he thinks it’s going to be pretty casual and low-key.”
There’s a weirdly long pause. “Okay, so you’re not keeping up with the Coconut Classic. I’m starting to think you’d have been more helpful getting me coffee this week. I think we’re going to have a long talk once you get back to LA, but in the meantime, you know what they say: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”
Before I can respond, the line goes dead.
“Anna?”
Yep. She hung up. I let out a deep breath and lay my phone down on the balcony. Honestly, that wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I mean, sure, I’m probably getting fired, and best case scenario I’m a coffee wench for the foreseeable future, but it didn’t really feel as bad as I was expecting. After all, if this is a job where my boss wants me to pull a fire alarm at a honeymoon hotel so I can catch a celebrity with his secret girlfriend, then Travis is right. I do deserve better.
I look down at my phone, feeling a strange mixture of good and bad for a couple seconds, and then I decide that the best thing for me to do is put Jason and Anna and my crappy job out of my head. In a place like this, it shouldn’t be too hard.
Since Travis is heading off to the track to practice for the Coconut Classic, I’ll probably just hit the beach, maybe hit the cheesecake bar afterwards, and in a couple hours, I’ll be so tan and full of cheesecake that I won’t even care about Anna and her stupid tabloid blog.
I look out over the balcony, scanning the beach until I find a nice, quiet spot, change into a bathing suit, and step out of my room, ready to hit the dunes.
“Holy shit, Laney.”
Uh oh. I look over at Travis, who’s sitting naked in the bathtub, scrubbing himself with a bar of soap. So much for practice laps.
“Travis!” My first instinct is to look away, but we both know that his naked body is nothing I haven’t seen before. And after last night, it’s also nothing that I haven’t touched before…
So I give up on shielding my eyes and look back at Travis, trying as hard as I can to keep my gaze above the water.
“What? I wanted to take a fucking bath before I went to the track.”
“But you’re …” I don’t finish my sentence. After all, how can I pretend like this offends me after being such a willing participant in it last night? “Nevermind. You’re fine. Just don’t use up all the soap.”
Mostly, I want him to stop soaping himself up in front of me, because it’s starting to turn me on. Travis shrugs, sets the soap down on the corner of the tub, and starts rubbing himself down with the suds. Oh God, that’s not better…
So…uh…what was I doing again? Going down to the beach? It’s not exactly easy to think while I’m looking at Travis’ ripped naked body. Well, whatever it is, I’d better get down there before this gets out of control. Only, my legs don’t seem to want to move.
Travis looks at my predicament with a mixture of amusement and pure lust. I can tell his cock is getting hard underneath the water, waiting for me to come and join him.
But didn’t I just promise Tori less than ten minutes ago that I wouldn’t fuck him again? That our little experience on the ship was a onetime thing? That we’d gotten it all out of our system? If I don’t stop staring at Travis, I’m going to be buying her drinks for a month, and she’s never going to let me hear the end of it.
So it’s settled, then. On three, I tell Travis to have fun at the track and head down to the beach. One…two…
“Alright, Laney, I’m going to need you to get in the fucking tub.”
Crap. I mean, I wasn’t exactly being subtle about ogling him. “But…um…” My voice comes out a couple octaves too high, making me sound like a squeaky little squirrel. “Didn’t we say that last night was a onetime thing?”
Travis shrugs and nods, just like he did this morning when I first brought it up. “Yeah, but that was before you walked out of your room in the tiniest bikini I’ve ever fucking seen and started staring at me. If you’re going to act that dirty around me, then I’m going to have to give you a fucking bath. Simple as that. Now get in the tub.”
I can practically hear Tori laughing from all the way in LA. I weakly try and take a couple steps back from the tub, but my legs refuse to even do that much. I look down at them, willing them to move, and that’s when I notice that my nipples are poking through my bathing suit like hard little marbles, impossible not to see. I guess there’s no point in denying it, then. My feet start to walk up to the bathtub, almost like they have a mind of their own, but when I get right to the edge, Travis puts his hand on my stomach and stops me.
“No bathing suits allowed.”
And with that, he hooks a finger into my bikini bottom, pulling half of it slowly down to my thighs, and then sliding over to the other side to pull down the other half.
My heart is pounding in my chest as Travis exposes me. I know he saw me naked last night, but still…that was different. That cruise was like a whole other world, and we were pretending to be different people, and we were miles away from shore. Letting Travis undress me here, in our suite, in the middle of the day…that feels very different. As Travis slips my bikini down my legs and reaches up to undo my top, I feel very, very…vulnerable. Exposed. Dirty. And most of all…really, really wet.
With a couple of skillful moves, my top comes off and falls at the foot of the tub, leaving me totally naked. Then, before I know it, I’m in the bathtub, sitting across from Travis in warm, bellybutton-high water.
Technically, though, I haven’t lost the bet. Tori didn’t say anything about taking a bath with Travis.
Travis looks me up and down. “You look so fucking adorable sitting there naked like that,” I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that the compliment makes me blush, “But we both know that you’re never going to get clean all the way over there.”
Under the bathwater, I feel a hand wrap around my ankle, and next thing I know, there’s a huge splash of water as Travis pulls me to his body. Now, my legs are straddling his abs, and before I can react, Travis leans down in the bathtub so that I’m half sitting on him, one hand holding my thigh, the other one on the small of my back. It’s a very compromising position, and I can’t help but push myself down against Travis’ body, feeling the hardness of his abs rubbing against me.
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” Travis says, motioning down between my legs, “Look how dirty you are. I think it might take a whole bar of soap to get you clean.”
A low, soft moan drifts up from my belly as I start to rub myself faster against Travis.
“But first,” he says, smirking, “I’m going to have to get you wet.”
I open my mouth to let him know that I’m already plenty wet, but before I can get the words out, Travis’ hand glides up my body, spreading water on all the places that are still dry. Oh. Right. That’s what he meant.
Taking his time, Travis runs his hands all over my upper body, paying extra special attention to my breasts. Then, when he’s satisfied that there isn’t a dry spot on my body, he reaches over to the bar of soap sitting on the corner of the tub, and I bite my lip in anticipation.
“I doubt this is going to make you any less dirty,” Travis says, soaping up my hips, my thighs, and my stomach, “In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s only going to make things worse.”
With one hand, Travis spreads the bar of soap across every inch of my body while his other hand rubs it in, massaging me gently but firmly. Then, when he’s had his fill of soaping up my lower body he moves up to my breasts. My nipples are still hard, swollen, and prominent, and they get even worse when Travis starts to give them some attention with the soap. He grins as he rubs the bar against them, going back and forth across them like they’re the dirtiest part of my body. Then, right when I feel like I’m about to explode, he drops the soap into the tub and finds them with his thumbs, rolling against them with a smooth, firm circular motion.
“Just like I thought,” he growls, his voice low, “The more I clean you, the dirtier you get. There’s only one way to deal with girls like you.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Travis rolls my nipples between his fingers. “You have to make them fucking scream.”
Then, after splashing me with a little bit of water to get some of the soap off, Travis guides me forward, taking my nipple into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. In response, I wrap my legs around his body, squeezing it tight as my hips move up and down to the rhythm of his mouth. My hands run through his wet hair, finding the back of his head and pushing against it, and Travis responds by taking my even deeper into his mouth and circling his tongue harder.
The way he moves against my nipple lights a fire between my legs, and the longer he goes on, the more sure I am of one thing: I need to feel his mouth between my legs.
Travis looks a little confused when I pull my breast out of his mouth, but when I start to climb up his body, his eyes blaze and he looks down between my legs. Putting my hands on the back of the tub for balance, I throw my legs over Travis shoulders, bracing my heels against his back as he buries his face inside me.
Travis got me so worked up with that little soap act that I’m still having a hard time keeping my hips steady, but Travis is more than happy to let me ride his face like it’s a bucking bronco. And with every movement of my hips, he pushes back, until my eyes roll back in my head and my hands ball up against the marble rim of the bathtub.
And when he finds my clit, it’s all over. Once he pushes his tongue against it and starts massaging it at double the rhythm of my bucking hips, it’s only a couple seconds before my whole world explodes and I grab the bathtub edge with both hands and scream in ecstasy.
What happened on the cruise ship could have been a crazy sequence of events, but this? It’s 12:30 in the afternoon, we’re both totally sober, and there’s no one around we’re trying to convince that we’re a real married couple.
But hey, at least I didn’t fuck him! It’s not exactly in the spirit of the bet, and Tori’s still going to judge me, but at least I won’t be buying her drinks.
Only…as I slide down Travis’ body, I happen to brush against his cock, huge and hard underneath the bathwater, and the next thing I know, Travis is reaching over the side of the tub and pulling a foil packet out of the pocket of his jeans while I position myself over him. Then, as soon as he manages to sheathe himself, I lower myself onto his massive thickness until I’m so filled up I’m about to burst, and I lose that bet once and for all. Once he’s inside me, it isn’t long before I go over the edge again, and this time, Travis isn’t far behind me, shuddering and grabbing my ass as he finishes off. As he starts to come down, I pull myself off him and slide down into the water beside him.
“Well, so much for one and done, I guess.”
Travis laughs. “Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who walked out of your room wearing this.” He holds up my bikini bottom.
“At least I was wearing something and not just sitting naked in a bathtub.”
Travis just laughs, and I smack him on the arm. “Move over, you’re hogging all the space.”
At first, I think about having a repeat of our morning after talk and making Travis promise that it won’t happen again, but it seems kind of ridiculous to do that in…my current position. So instead, I dump some fancy bath oils in the tub, and Travis and I just sit there talking for a little while. I tell him about Anna’s call, and he just shakes his head. “Everyone I know who’s even a little bit famous hates her guts. Pissing her off will probably help you get a job somewhere else.”
I kind of already knew that, but it really helps to hear it from him.
Before I know it, we’ve been in the tub so long that my fingers and toes are starting to get wrinkly, but I don’t really feel like getting out. In fact, being right up against Travis’ naked body is starting to make me feel like I want to go again.
But before anything can happen, Travis looks at his phone. “Shit, I should probably get down to the track. Max is going to be pissed if I keep him waiting too long.”
Travis hops out of the bathtub, which suddenly feels huge and empty, and towels himself off, jumping into his clothes.
“Are you going to look for other celebrities to make it up to Anna.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m just going to go down to the beach and relax.”
Travis nods. “Fuck yeah. See you tonight.”
And just like that, he’s out the door, leaving me with a sore feeling between my legs, a burning little ache behind the sore feeling, and a whole lot of questions. I know I’m going to need to get this “fucking Travis” thing out of my system before I leave, but as I drain the tub and get ready to go to the beach, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened.
I hope the water’s cold out there. Really, really cold.