His moans are loud, filling the room, and they only get louder the more I mark him. It’s like he gets off knowing that come tomorrow, he won’t be able to deny what happened, because the proof will be littered all over his neck.
Working my way up, my hungry lips find his, and as soon as my tongue tangles with his, I know I won’t last much longer. Heat pools low in my spine, spreading and multiplying as his hole constricts around my cock. A second later, he cries out into my mouth, and I feel his release coat my stomach. I pump into his tight ass once more, twice more… three times, and I’m spilling inside of him, throwing my head back as my eyes roll. It’s his turn for his lips to latch onto my throat, sucking, nipping, licking—heightening my orgasm as I groan harshly.
As the last drop seeps out, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, my breathing ragged and shallow. Exhaustion is quick to take over, and suddenly, the thought of carrying him over to the bed and passing out beside him sounds like the only thing I want to do.
I step back, letting Travis down. It hits me that his mind isn’t where mine’s at. It’s obvious in the way he won’t look at me.
“You can sleep over if you want,cariño.”
He scoffs. “I live three feet from your front door; I think I can manage to make it home.”
In the span of two minutes, he’s fully dressed, walking out of the room without so much as a backward glance. Not a single word or a goodbye before he’s gone.
The bitter feeling swirling around in my gut isn’t one I’m used to, nor do I understand where it’s coming from. He came over and did exactly what I wanted, finally succumbing to this thing between us, so why am I so…angrythat he left?
25
TRAVIS
Xander opens the door to my car, sliding into the passenger seat. “What’s up, man?”
“Hey, how’s it going?”
As soon as his door closes and his seatbelt clicks into place, I put the car back in drive and take off. We’re going to an anniversary party for Benton, one of Xander’s friends. It’s at some bar he owns with his husband. If I’m not mistaken, Xan met this guy at work, and he’s a regular customer.
“I bet this place will have some delicious fucking food,” he murmurs, pulling out a joint, placing it between his lips, and lighting it. He rolls his window down a crack, taking a couple of drags before passing it to me.
“What type of food is it? It’s a bar, right?”
He nods, taking another drag as I hand it back to him. “Yup. But the event is being catered. I think it’s a taco bar if I’m not wrong. His husband is Hispanic, so it’s, like, thegoodtacos.”
Xander grins, smoke billowing out as he does.
Taking one last hit, I pass it back to him and he puts it out. We fall into a comfortable silence as I focus on the drive. The place is only across town, so it won’t take too long.
In my periphery, Xander glances over my way. “So, that investor guy—whoa, what the fuck is that on your neck? Is that ahickey?”
Shit.
It’s been a few days since my poor, drunken mistake, and most of the marks have faded, but one in particular under my ear is seeming to stick around for the long hall.
Ignoring his question completely, I change the subject back to him. “The investor guy, what?”
“Wha—No, I don’t think so. You’re not getting out of this that easy.”
“Yes, I am. The investor guy, what?”
Xander grumbles loudly, and I know if I looked over, he’d be rolling his eyes. He hates when I do shit like this. He’s so talkative and open, and it always annoys him how closed off and private I am. “Fine, you pain in the ass, but we’re getting back to you eventually. He stopped into the store again yesterday.”
Glancing over at him, my eyes widen. “No shit? Did he introduce himself this time?”
“Not until I called him out.”
That makes me laugh. “What did you say?”
“He was browsing our selection, asking me question after question about the different strains, which is fine, lots of people do that. But finally, I asked if he was quizzing my knowledge because he is one of the investors and he wants to make sure I know my shit, or if he’s genuinely wanting to know.”
“And?”
