Page 15 of Joy Ride
Chapter Six
I gasp mid-kiss, rudely interrupted by the damn power going back on. Still clinging to his waist, I drop my head, as Travis plants a kiss on my forehead. “I guess you can charge your phone now.”
“Right,” I say, trying to sound somewhat positive, but my heart is splitting in two. I thought we’d have at least another day together. I try to keep my head up as I walk to the bedroom and snag my phone off the bedside table.
The second I plug the cord into the wall socket and get a two percent charge, the messages start pinging in. Fifteen missed calls from Chase. I close my eyes, willing myself to be strong as Travis’s footsteps trail behind me. “Cell tower’s up again.”
“You know, you could stay,” his rich voice coats me like a blanket I never want to get out from under. “You don’t have to go.”
“I wish I could, but you don’t know my cousins. If I don’t show up, they’ll call my brothers. And once my family gets wind that I’m a no show for Christmas, all hell will break out.” I leave out the details about what kind of business my brothers are in or how they’d have Boondocks surrounded in two hours flat.
Crap. Here comes another message. I don’t have the heart to read any of these texts in front of Travis. Hell, I’m technically not running late for anything. I kept my arrival time open. The only thing I promised Chase was that I’d be at his house for Christmas Eve and it isn’t evening yet. I’ll bet all these calls are just him being concerned about me being on the road in the storm.
Travis’s dark eyes lock on my phone, and I feel guilty for even looking at the screen. I toss it on the bed. “I think they were worried; that’s all,”
“I haven't had my fill of you yet, Jolene,” he says, quickly closing the distance between us.
“I didn't mean for it to turn out like this,” I whisper in a shaky voice.
“Like what? Nothing's turned out yet. We haven’t even started.” He clasps my cheeks with both hands and tilts my face up making me tremble as the warmth spreads through my bloodstream. I’m already wet for him, and captured in a stare that holds so many secrets I don’t know where to begin to search.
Heat from his body pours into mine.
He studies my cheeks, jaw, and mouth as though he’s seeing me for the first time before his lips crash down on mine for a kiss that’s rough, wild, and ragged. I lose my balance, moaning hungrily, as his hands slide across my face to behind my ears. He buries his fingers in my hair, holding me steady and kissing me furiously. My hands glide up his shoulders to the nape of his neck and I press myself against him, feeling his thick, hard cock under his jeans.
Without breaking the kiss, he yanks the robe off my left shoulder, and I shudder. “You like it when I’m rough don’t you, darlin’?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, which isyes, yes, yes,and tugs the rest of the robe off me, letting it fall to the floor. He growls, taking in the sight of me, making me feel like a goddess and comes right back to my lips. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t stop moaning or kissing him long enough to catch my breath. Knees shaking, my tongue finds his, and we’re in a tangle of moans.
“You’re mine, Jolene,” his gravelly voice rakes over me before he kisses me harder.
His strong hands slide down my waist, and in one motion, he turns me around and bends me over the chair. I stare down at my underwear still on the seat, while the sound of his zipper sends sparks through my system. I bend further, tipping my ass up, relishing the feel of his thick cock gliding over my slippery, wet clit before he parts my legs and enters me in one motion. We fucked so many times last night, it’s almost like he never left me. I groan, holding onto the chair’s armrests with each hand, and grunt as he thrusts into me.
“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Travis says.
His strong hands grip my hips as he growls, filling every bit of me, pumping into me again and again. We both know we’re in a race against time. This is our last chance to be together. If nothing else, our bodies are in love, and we’re fucking each other in a desperation that wasn’t there last night.
“Feels so good,” I pant out the words, not knowing if he can even understand what I’m saying. I’m in another world, overwhelmed, and basking in the feeling of being taken.
I can tell by his breaths that Travis is as close to coming as I am. It’s like we’re climbing higher and higher, shooting up in an elevator of a fifty-story building that has no roof.
“Fuck.” I reach around my back and grab the hem of his shirt, frantically tugging him closer. “Just like that,” I grunt as my tender nipples rub against the chair’s rough wool fabric, which brings me even closer to the edge.
Travis’s hand slides up my naked back, igniting fires along the way as he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs. I cry out in ecstasy as his cock claims me faster and faster.
“You’re mine, Goldilocks,” he groans in a voice I haven’t heard before.
But I don’t know what’s up or down or where I am because I’m obsessed by his cock. The room goes blurry, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Travis cries out at the same time I unravel. I shake and clamp around him, milking every drop of his warm seed.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, with every hard thrust. “Oh fuck.” The climax hits me fast, taking me by surprise, sweeping me up into a whirl of bliss and shudders. I gasp, letting go of his shirt as my knees begin to buckle, but Travis is there to hold me steady. With his strong arms wrapped around me, I straighten, and lean against his back.
I’ll never be the same. But what can I say? What can I do?
“Jolene,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and try to memorize the feel of his rough stubble scraping against my cheek, the touch of his lips on my shoulder. Standing there, we hold each other, and then we cuddle on the bed for what seems like an hour. I don’t ever want to move, but I have to at some point.
Travis gets out of bed first and extends his hand. I have no choice but to follow him into the living room. I’m not about to ruin the last bit of time we have together by moping, so I plaster a fake smile on my face and say, “You know, we still have a little time to finish decorating the tree.”
