I like when he’s feisty.
Me: I’m coming over.
Travis: No, you’re not.
Me: Oh, yes, I am. I miss that sweet little tight cunt of yours. And I know you miss my cock filling it.
Travis: Good God. You’re delusional.
Me: Be there in 20.
Travis: Mateo. No!
Locking my phone, I shove it into my pocket as I leave the restroom to tell my friends I’m heading out. I order an Uber that only takes a few minutes to arrive, and almost exactly twenty minutes on the dot later, I’m raising my fist, knocking on the door that’s across the hall from mine.
Just as I’m about to knock a second time, he pulls the door open. Travis stands before me in nothing more than a pair of flannel pajama pants. I shamelessly drag my gaze down his frame. His chest is bare, nipples quickly pebbling at the cool breeze coming in from the hall window that’s still broken. Even his feet are bare.
When my eyes find his again, they’re narrowed on me, the blue looking icier than usual. “I fucking told you to not come over here.”
Shrugging lazily, I say, “Yeah, but we both know you don’t mean that.”
Just then, his dog peeks her head out of the door, tongue hanging as she eyes me excitedly. I lean down, petting her head a few times, and she practically preens under my touch. She really is adorable.
Travis sighs heavily. “Mateo, it’s almost one in the fucking morning. You’re not coming in. I’d like to go to bed, so just go home.”
Rolling my eyes, I stand, becoming eye to eye with Travis. “You can pretend all you want that you didn’t love what I gave you that night—and the next morning—but you can only deny it to yourself for so long before you crack,cariño.” My voice is low as I bring my body nearly flush with his. I don’t miss the way his breath hitches, or the way his eyes drop to my mouth. “You can run, baby, but you can’t hide.”
His jaw clenches, but he says nothing. Dragging another greedy gaze down his body, I smirk before turning and unlocking my apartment. I’m horny and pissed he didn’t cave, but I meant what I said… he won’t be able to deny it forever. And I’ve got all the time in the world to wait him out.
23
TRAVIS
Tiffany’s Table is one of the best brunch spots in Desert Creek, which really doesn’t say much since it’s such a small town and the options are pretty slim, but it’s still delicious. In the spring and summer, they even have Sunday drag brunch events that are always a blast.
Me, Xander, and Charlotte all make an effort to meet for Saturday brunch at least once a month. So, that’s where we are now, circled around a table overlooking downtown with bottomless mimosas, fruit, and pastries.
Bringing the flute up to my lips, I take a long sip, wishing this had more champagne and less orange juice. “When do you leave, Char?”
“On Monday,” she replies, not bothering to look up from her phone where she’s probably texting her husband. Those two are practically attached at the hip; I’m always half expecting him to show up to brunch one of these days, even though it’s strictly only been Xander, Charlotte, and me for as long as I can remember.
My sister is flying to Las Vegas for a few days for work. Some conference. I’m jealous she gets to escape this frigid weather, even if only for a few days. The snow, thankfully, hasn’t returned, but it’s no less freezing.
“Is Greg going with you?”
She shakes her head, finally meeting my gaze. “No. He has to work. It’ll just be me and my assistant.”
The server comes and takes our orders, bringing over another round of drinks.
“Anything new with you?” I ask Xander, who’s been quieter than usual.
He shakes his head. “Nah, not really. Just work. One of the donors came in the other day. It was the first time I’ve met him.”
Xander partially owns a weed dispensary, along with one of his long-time buddies. Aside from their share of ownership, there’re also a couple of donors who basically fronted the rest of the money but don’t take part in any of the running the business. There’re tons of fees and licenses required to run such a business, and between Xander and his partner, they couldn’t do it on their own. It’s basically a small handful of rich ass investors paying into the business.
Xander knows one of them well since it’s his aunt. But the other two have been silent donors, up until now, I guess.
“Oh, yeah? How’d that go?”
