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Becks
TONIGHT WAS TOO LONG OF a shift. Some nights the drunk assholes
falling all over themselves in ridiculous getups, searching for someone to sit
and spin on their lap gets really old, really quick.
Tonight just happened to be one of those nights.
I popped my last Addy before my shift, so it’s not like I can make this
night better by finding something else to do. I’d have to contact my main
dealer, Krystal, and I’m not trying to open that can of worms tonight.
All I want is my bed, some after midnight snacks, and a good night’s
sleep.
As I exit the building to do just that, I sense someone behind me.
Without turning, I speed up my gait until I recognize Travis’ deliciously
tantalizing cologne. Some mesmerizing mix of amber and smoke.
“Stalking is illegal in the continental U.S., Palmer Junior.”
“It’s not junior when that’s my last name too, Brainiac,” he calls from a
close distance behind me.
“Doesn’t make it any less creeeepy,” I sing, praying he can’t see the smile
spreading across my lips.
“It’s not creepy if I’m walking my girl out after a long shift.”
My girl. I pause my strides, waiting for him to round the front of me.
He’s practically panting when he finally faces me.
“Those long legs of yours really get you truckin’. How tall are you
anyway? Six feet? Seven feet—”
“Five ten,” I cut him off. Crossing my arms over my chest to somewhat
cover my far too revealing top. Travis looks me up and down, pausing to trap
his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking again.
“Make this easier for both of us and just agree to be mine. It’s really the
only option, the way I see it.”
“Ah, the way you see it, huh? As cute as that is, I’m not sure I can
overlook who your relative is, given he’s an acquaintance of mine. And
you’re young.”
“I make my own decisions. I’m not a child, Becks.”
“Okay, well, you’re not my usual type.”
Wrong. So wrong.
“I’m not your type?” he scoffs, his tongue dancing beneath his cheek
before he smirks. “Tall, strong, hilarious, and devastatingly good-looking? I
call bullshit.”
“Okay, well, you’re just a little…clean, I guess.”
“Clean? What, like I bathe?” He takes a step closer as I sigh, bridging
the gap between us, and his smell alone ensnares me. “Your criteria for ‘not
your type’ is a damn short list, babe.”
Let’s try another route.
“I just don’t date.”
“I’ve gathered that.” He nods, his gray eyes focused intently on mine.
“But I go after what I want. That’s you.”
An exasperated “why?” tumbles from my lips. I truly don’t get it.
“Don’t play dumb. You’re too smart for that. I’ve been coming here
since I turned twenty-one—as you already said—for you.” His penetrating
eyes laser back in on mine. “I know exactly what I want.”
And I know all too well what people see when they look at me. The
party girl. The good time. The me and my buddies heard that you swing both
ways conversations. It gets old. I’m attracted to who I’m attracted to—dick
or no dick and once word got out, it cheapened it somehow. Like people
turned my sex life into some kind of a joke.
I’m used to it, but it doesn’t mean I need to stand for it.
“Exactly what you want, huh? Like a good time? A threesome, maybe?
Is that what this whole thing is all about? You’ve heard a few stories and
think I’ll just bring you into my bed and I can be a good time you brag
about with your little friends back home?”
“Wait.” He shakes his head, his eyes squinting. “What are you—”
“You don’t play dumb, Travis!” I prod my fingertip into his pec, taking
stock of the hard muscle flexed beneath his T-shirt yet doing my best to
ignore it. “I know what you’ve probably heard about me. That’s your
expectation of where this would go, right?”
“You’re so far off base here, Becks.” He continues shaking his head, the
crease between his brows furrowed in anger.
“Am I?” I step closer, practically nose to nose. I smell his intoxicating
aroma and my heart flutters.
“Yes.” The finality of the word and hard set of his jaw tell me he’s
getting pissed at my acquiescence, but I don’t care. I didn’t pull this out of
my ass. People suck, they always just want and want. Take and take.
But I’m done giving everyone else what they want.
I make my rules and I decide when to break them. From now on, I’ll do
the fucking taking.
“I don’t think I am. You heard I fuck anyone, male or female, and here
you are, begging for some scraps thinking I’ll just spread my legs for you?”
“No.” His voice is sterner this time. “I have heard about your…
orientation, but—”
“Exactly, so—”
His hand flies up between us, halting my words. “But I’m not looking
for that. You’re jumping to conclusions and you haven’t even heard me out.”
“I’ve heard you plenty. All you do is yammer on. But do you blame me?
You’re looking at me like I’m your next fucking meal—what else am I
supposed to think you want out of this? A relationship?” I scoff at the word
tumbling so casually from my lips.
He says nothing for the longest, most painstakingly tense moment, but
his eyes widen a fraction as he straightens, towering over me, before
speaking again.
“That’s exactly what I want. I could be good for you, Becks.”
“What, like fucking Cheerios? Are you heart-healthy, too? I don’t do
relationships,” I spit back.
He ignores my jab, but I don’t miss his slight wince. “That’s not what
I’ve heard. What about Krystal?”
I scoff. “That’s not serious. We scissor occasionally. That’s all I’m
interested in. I. Don’t. Date. How do you even know about her anyway?”
Probably her big ass mouth.
“I know a lot about you.”
“And that’s not creepy or anything…” I roll my eyes.
“I prefer dedicated.” He smirks, and without prompting, catching me
entirely off guard, his hand reaches out, cradling my cheek. His hand is large
enough that his thumb brushes against my mouth, dragging ever so lightly
along my bottom lip. He stares at me, almost thoughtfully, and we stand
there, simply breathing. His hand, rough from his work at his uncle’s shop,
grates against the soft skin of my cheek. A fleeting thought occurs to kiss
the calluses on his palms, but it passes before I can act on it. My lips part as
my breathing slows and I realize—I want him to fucking kiss me.
Wait, what the hell?
He lets out the softest exhale, hardly audible, but I’m so hyperaware of
him and us in this moment, that it sounds like it’s on surround sound.
“Becks.” His voice is just above a whisper. “Stop trying to talk yourself
out of this.”
Just as I’m about to ask him what the hell that means, his lips are on
mine. He wraps his muscular arms around me, bringing my body flush with
his. This kiss, questioning but demanding, nearly pulls the strength from my
knees. I’m thankful he has such a tight hold on me, or I might melt to the
ground.
Melt to the ground? What the hell kind of language are you—
Travis groans against my lips, and my own part, allowing his tongue
entrance. The warm muscle slips between my lips, massaging against my
own, and my pussy clenches, needing some friction. His mouth tastes so
good—like pineapple and rum—and I would know, since I served him all of
his drinks tonight. His hand slips beneath my tight, black shorts and grips
the back of my thigh, almost painfully, but I’m so turned on the slight sting
makes me even hotter. He pulls my leg up over his hip, grinds his impressive
erection against my begging center, and presses me lightly against the
exposed brick at my back. Just as I’m about ready to simply say fuck it, he
pulls back. Wide eyes peer between us.
“Jesus Christ, are you wearing garters?”
“Yeah, I do here sometimes.”
Travis lets out the deepest rumble of a groan I’ve ever heard, tossing his
head back. The movement exposes his lean neck, and I latch on, sucking on
the tender skin where his jugular meets just above his collarbone. Suddenly,
I want to dirty him up, stick my fingers into his squeaky-clean soul and
squeeze. Finally take something I want, the repercussions be damned.
Sucking until I taste the slightest metallic-like twinge, his entire body
twitches in my grasp.
“Harder.” He manages to grate out. “Mark me, Becks. I’ll wear it.”
Well, fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.
I pant against his neck, trailing suckling kisses along his chiseled jaw
line, over his cheek and back toward those full, perfect lips. This next kiss is
more consuming and sure, rather than hesitant and questioning.
It’s more take and less asking.
It’s more heat and less sweetness.
It’s goddamn exquisite and I need more of it.
I want nothing more than to climb Travis’ tall frame like tree limbs—
anything to get myself closer to him, to deepen this kiss, to immerse myself
so deeply in this that I lose myself in the process.
Our harsh breathing melds together, music to my ears, and I don’t even
give the slightest fuck that we’re making out in the middle of the sidewalk.
My grandmother could walk past clutching her rosary to her bosom and I
wouldn’t break this kiss. As the thought passes and I’m almost ready to
combust, Travis releases his vice grip on my leg and disintegrates the
connection between our lips. He’s panting wildly, like a rabid animal, but he
pushes me back with such gentle force. Creating a foot of space between us,
he runs a hand through his short, bleached hair, sending the strands every
which way.
“I should go.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
I wipe at my lips with the back of my hand. “You’re just gonna leave?
After that?”
He takes a moment, like he doesn’t quite know how to answer me.
“It’s probably for the best, yeah.”
There’s no way he doesn’t have ulterior motives. He initiates this, gets
me all hot and bothered, rubs his giant dick against my groin, and then he
pulls back? And now he’s fucking leaving?
Oh, hell no.
“Is this some sort of fucking game?”
“I don’t play games. I told you what I want. The ball’s in your court now,
Becks.”
“What does that even mean? Stop speaking in your weird townie code,
Travis.”
In one step he’s back in front of me, his long legs proving useful. He
cradles my cheek in his large palm. His skin is so hot, and he smells utterly
delicious. I’m officially fucking soaked.
“I’m an only child. That means I never learned how to share, and I
certainly won’t share you.”
So, he wants me…but he doesn’t want to have sex with me? Or…wait,
what?
I’m all sorts of confused and I don’t know which way is up at this point.
His lips sucked the sanity from me like a damn leech and now I’m clueless.
“But you do want to fuck me, right? I’m lost here, Travis.”
He chuckles at my expense before wetting his lips, the simple action
revving me up further. “I’d do anything you damn well asked of me, woman.
So yes, that includes, but is not limited to fucking you.” He pauses, turning
somber. “But only if you’re mine. No one else’s.”
“Look, if the goal tonight was to get me to beg for it, I’m practically
there. Do I have to do that?”
He chuckles again and quite honestly, I’m getting pissed off.
“I don’t want you begging until I have you naked.” He grasps my hand
in his, pressing alternating kisses to each fingertip, never once breaking eye
contact with me. His soft, sweet gesture the complete opposite of the words
falling out of his mouth. Sucking the tip of my pointer finger into his
mouth, he nips at it and I yelp; my heartbeat catapulted into my damn
throat. “Not until you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“Trav, I already said I don’t—”
“Date—yes, I heard you.” He doesn’t let me finish, silencing me with
another playful bite against the pad of my finger. “If you want a repeat of
that, and a lot more, think about what I said. I want to be your only.”
His hand falls from mine, and the loss of his warmth has me nearly
ready to crumple into the fetal position on the grimy ass sidewalk.
What is happening to my body? I’ve never reacted this way toward someone.
Travis begins backing away, and I’m enraptured. I can’t tear my eyes
from his retreating form. Even as his stupid blond head disappears around
the corner of the building and I’m stuck standing in the same spot.
What the hell just happened?
CHAPTER THREE
Becks
Travis