“So, I kind of told them we just got married.”
Travis’s eyes bulge out of his head, and I lose it to a fit of laughter. “What?” he hisses. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“Look at all that free champagne we got.” I snort out another laugh. “That’s all because I said this was our honeymoon.”
Before coming here, we went out to dinner and hada lotof alcohol. I’m feeling pretty toasty already, and I’d be willing to bet he is too, but who’s gonna say no to free champagne?
“You’re horrible.” He chuckles, walking over to the table and grabbing one of the bottles.
Travis works on opening the bottle as I take a look around the rest of the cabin. I’m surprised there were any left to rent on such short notice. I didn’t book this until yesterday, but luck was on my side because they had a last-minute cancelation right before I called. The view is insane, even though I can’t see much right now since it’s dark. The hot tub is on the back patio, and snow-covered branches are all around, making it look like something out of a movie.
Coming up behind me, Travis hands me a glass. When I meet his gaze, his baby blues are full of nerves. “Thank you,” he breathes, hand reaching up to cup my face. “For everything today. It’s been incredible, and it’s really sweet. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
The air thickens between us as we sip our drinks. It’s heavy and suffocating, but in a way that makes me want to pull him closer and wrap my arms around him. Through every revelation today, Travis has looked more and more shocked. Like he couldn’t believe somebody would want to do something nice for him, which honestly, makes me feel a little stabby.
It makes me stabby because nobody has ever done something selfless and nice for him before, so when it happens, he doesn’t know how to act. It’s clear in the way he stiffens up and stumbles over his words that he’s uncomfortable with the gestures, and that’s not how it should be.
Travis deserves all the grand gestures. All the surprise trips and nights with champagne. My body may be sore as all hell, and I may have bruises forming on places of my body I didn’t think could bruise, but all of that is worth it to see his eyes light up.
He takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. His hand brushes along my cheek, his mouth a mere two inches from mine as his eyes lock on mine. “Can I show you how thankful I am?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he seals his lips to mine.
Taking the champagne flute from me, he sets both on the table before leading me by the hand toward the hallway that must lead to the bedroom. He doesn’t turn the light on once we enter; there’s enough light pouring in from the back patio that we don’t need it.
Shaky, yet sure, fingers find the hem of my shirt, and Travis kisses me softly one more time before dragging the shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor beside us. Next, he removes his own shirt before shoving my pants down until they pool around my ankles. I step out of them, watching as he pushes his down too.
It’s no surprise that we’re both almost fully hard by the time we’re undressed. As we stand here, greedily drinking in the other, I can’t help but notice how this time feels different than all the others. There’s a look in his eyes as he takes me in that is new, like he’s seeing me for the first time today. My pulse races under his gaze.Somethinghas shifted, and I pray like hell it’s a good shift. I hope when all of this is said and done, Travis can finally believe me when I say I’m into him.
I’m not one for big, grand speeches about my feelings, but I’m also not someone who says I want something when I actually don’t. I will be the first to admit that getting under Travis’s skin was amusing when he first moved in, and I was a bit more of a dick than I probably needed to be, but from the very first time I had his lips on mine, felt his body pressed against me, I knew he couldn’t be temporary.
Travis is mine, and my feelings for him only get larger and more intense as the days go on. I need him to see that for what it is.
I need him to believe that like I need water to hydrate my body.
And I need him to feel the same.
It’s been a long time—too long—since I’ve felt this way. Since I’ve allowed myself to feel this way, and I don’t know how I’ll move on if he doesn’t.
Blindly, we make our way over to the bed. Travis positions me at the head of the bed before climbing on top of me. His erection glides against my own, and I groan into his mouth. Rolling his hips, he licks into my mouth, sucking on my tongue before moving to my throat. His hot breath and the soft press of his plush lips have goosebumps pebbling along my skin.
With my hands firmly on his hips, I continue to rock into him, a pool of our shared arousal dripping onto my stomach.
Travis works his way down the length of my body, tasting and savoring every inch of me along the way. When he reaches the mess we’ve made below my naval, he laps it up with the flat of his tongue, a groan rumbling out of him. He looks up at me beneath his thick lashes, the black of his blown-out pupils overtaking the baby blue of his irises.
He looks absolutely perfect, exquisite, beautiful as he takes me into his mouth. Lips already red and swollen from us making out, they stretch around my length, moisture filling up his eyes the farther down he gets.
“Look at you,cariño. You take me so well.” Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair as his head bobs up and down, taking every last inch I have to offer. His hand moves down to my balls, rolling and toying with them while he works me over with his mouth. It’s messy; spit falling, slurping sounds filling the air. It’s erotic and filthy, just the way I like it.
Before long, his hands abandon my balls, fingers inching lower. He applies pressure to my taint, his tongue swirling around my tip, my body going rigid the farther down he gets. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue to tell him to stop. Tell him that he can’t gothere.
It’s what I would say if this were anybody else.
But as my gaze locks on his, and I see the adoration and gentleness overflowing from his eyes, and I feel the softness in which he touches me, I find that I don’t want to tell him no. I don’t want him to stop.
I find that for the first time in… well, ever, I want to try.
I realize I trust Travis. Trust him to not push me past what I want to do, but I also trust him to make it an enjoyable experience for me.
