Devil's Despair: Travis's Stand Part 25

"Where Cathy and Brian f.u.c.k when they're here?"

"Uh, never mind." Now I am creeped out.

"We'll sleep here."

"You've preplanned our sleeping arrangements," I tell him, pointlessly.

"I've preplanned a f.u.c.k of a lot more than sleeping this weekend."

"Suppose you did," I mumble, trying not to smile.

Turning around to face me, Trav walks in my direction as I sit waiting for him to unpack. His hand reaches to my face and his finger traces my jaw then moves toward my neck.

"You are beautiful even when you wear me out," he says quietly.

"Thank you," I return just as softly. "This was a good idea."

Leaning down, Travis braces both hands on either side of me on the chair. "It was," he whispers against my mouth before I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip.

My hands move to frame his face. While maintaining eye contact, Travis doesn't know I'm praying to G.o.d to stop time. We just got here and I never want to leave.

An hour later we're lying on a blanket at the beach watching the sunset across the water. We've done nothing but hang out in near silence since we got here. I admit I'm getting a little bored, and there's no Internet or television service back at the house.

Angry Birds on my phone are my new best friends.

"Are you getting hungry?" Trav breaks through my concentration just as I'm about to beat the level and move on to the next.

"Hold on," I answer, lifting my finger to signal a minute and wis.h.i.+ng I had another bird life.

"Sarah?"

"Wait!" I snap.

Just as I'm about to end the game and turn off my phone, Travis leans in to my side and s.n.a.t.c.hes the phone from my hand. I don't have time to scream or stop him before it goes sailing through the air and lands in the shallow water not ten feet in front of us.

I sit up, angry as f.u.c.k. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"We're on a break."

"Why the f.u.c.k didn't you just ask if I could put my phone away?"

"I don't know. Would you have?"

"No! But that's not the point."

"We're hanging out together today," he says, affirming the obvious.

"So you murder my phone?"

"I'll get you another one."

"You're G.o.d d.a.m.n right you will."

"Next month," he chides.

He sits up to grab me before I'm about to blast him with further anger. His large hands grasp my sides and he pulls me up so I'm straddling him. He's lying down, staring up at me. The sun is setting so it's not as bright as it was earlier and I get a clear, un.o.bstructed view of his face. Running his hands up my thighs on both sides, he smirks when he reaches my panties.

"What?" I snap.

"You look really f.u.c.kin' good in that dress."

"You noticed," I reply with a softer tone. "I didn't think you did."

With the strength Trav's been known to have, he sits up and adjusts my body on top of his so I'm forced to wrap my hands around his shoulders, fitting me exactly where he wants me. His face goes to my neck, I feel him lick the skin under my ear and then hear him murmur, "Hard not to."

"Well, I'm glad you like it."

"I'll like it more when it's lying on the bedroom floor and you're naked in the bed."

I know my face is turning red. I'm still not used to hearing him talk this way.

"Sarah?" he asks, breaking into my thoughts. My eyebrows lift in question. "Stop thinkin' about s.h.i.+t and kiss me."

"Bossy."

My fingers clutch his shoulders for balance as he puts his hand between us and s.h.i.+fts my panties to the side before gently rubbing my c.l.i.t with his finger. I look down and take his mouth, no longer worrying if anyone knows we're gone, if my phone has been harshly murdered, or what the expectations of the weekend could be.

Nothing matters here, but us.

Travis "I hate predictable endings," Sarah complains as we finish watching the second romantic comedy of the night.

"You've seen this s.h.i.+t before, it's bound to be predictable."

She ignores my comment and lifts her leg from the couch, putting her foot in my face. "It's time."

"For what?"

"My feet!"

Grabbing her foot, I start to ma.s.sage it and she sighs, closing her eyes.

After we came in from the beach, we made a late lunch using the groceries we'd stopped to pick up on the way. It was quick, simple, and the food was perfect.

Sarah can cook. Thank f.u.c.k, because I hate cooking.

I know I've got to talk to her about why we're here. She hasn't asked, but I can tell she wants to. I want to enjoy our time alone together before the chaos of friends and family puts a strain on what we've only just started.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" she asks, as I continue ma.s.saging her foot.

I smile, moving my hand up the back of her leg and watching her face and neck flush. "Whatever you want."

"This was all your idea. Remember the whole 'pack a bag' demand back at the apartment?"

My hand makes its way farther up the back of her thigh and my s.h.i.+rt she's wearing moves with her leg as she raises it, giving me more access. "Are you making fun of me?"

"A little," she says, losing her breath.

"Are you tired?" I ask as I grab her hand and sit her up, positioning her in a straddling position on my lap. I've already grown to crave the feel of Sarah on top of me. "I'm not."

Her hands frame my face and her expression becomes blank and uncertain. "Travis?"

I freeze, my hands on her waist. "Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

"I. . . ."

"Is it real?"

"I think so."

"How is it possible it doesn't feel weird being together like this?" she asks and my eyebrows rise in question. "I mean, I've known you for so long, and it used to p.i.s.s you off when I wouldn't wear many clothes, remember?"

"Sure as f.u.c.k doesn't anymore," I return without smiling. I mean what I say.

"Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet, then."

Her doubt once again wears me down. "Why do we have to have this conversation, Sarah?"

"I'm glad we're here," she whispers quietly. "I like being here."

G.o.d, I love when she's sweet.

"I do too."

Standing up, I take her with me and carry her to the bedroom as her face rests against my neck and her arms drape over my shoulders. Laying her on the bed, I blanket her with myself and move her hands above her head. My fingers squeeze her wrists and when I let go, she leaves them in place.

Slowly moving down her body, I take off her shorts, finding her bare and exposed underneath them.

"Travis?" Her voice is soft.

"Yeah?" Mine is raspy.

"Don't be gentle."

"Hadn't planned on it."

I feel her smile as her lips kiss my cheek, then jaw, and finally my lips. Her hands run through my hair and her tongue searches mine with hunger.

Pulling back, I look down at her. Her eyes are s.h.i.+ning. I lift her s.h.i.+rt and kiss the skin of her chest gently.

I nip her pebbled nipple, then move to the other side and do the same. My hand moves between us and I unb.u.t.ton then unzip my jeans, freeing myself. Lining up at her entrance I don't wait to undress entirely. I push inside her and she gasps, like she's done before at my body's intrusion, then she releases a small moan.

Her hands wrap around my back and she pushes my jeans down enough so she's able to grasp my a.s.s in both hands. Her knees bend and her legs pull up closer to her body, offering deeper penetration.

"If you keep doing that, Sarah, I won't f.u.c.kin' last."

Her answer to this is to lower her head and lick my chest before she bites down on my nipple.

"Don't f.u.c.king move," I tell her as I freeze inside her, trying to hold back my release for as long as I can.

She giggles quietly and moves her body under mine quickly and with deliberate force.

"d.a.m.n it, Sarah," I pant, staying still and watching her body move as she f.u.c.ks me from underneath.

Once she finds the spot inside her, her body starts to tremble and her face tightens.

"Your fault," I whisper and pick up speed, forcing her to lie still underneath me.

"Jesus Christ, Travis."

"Feelin' it?"

"Yeah," she says with a nod.

Right before her climax overtakes her, I kiss her hard and force our mouths to stay connected until I can no longer hold on.

My hands go low, grabbing her a.s.s, and I squeeze harder than I should until my own release hits and I empty into her completely.

We lie still for a few minutes to collect our breath. Once I've given her a few extra seconds, I feel her hands at my ribs as she signals me to get up. "I can't breathe."

Moving off her and to the side, she starts to sit up. She turns to look down at me and leans in to softly kiss me.

"I'll never get tired of that," she whispers.

Pulling her hair at her nape, I don't let her get away. I hold her eyes with mine briefly before answering her statement. "I never thought we'd be here. You fought so hard not to want-"

She cuts me off, putting her finger over my mouth. "Don't say it. I fought it because I was scared. I still am."

"Don't be."

Releasing a heavy sigh, Sarah informs me, "I'm going to shower. Stay here, I'll be back."

"Bossy, Sarah," I state. "Careful."