Page 26 of Joy Ride
Travis’s strong, protective hand clasps over mine, leading me to a towel rod on the shower wall that I hadn’t noticed in my delirium. I grip it and turn my head as his hand comes around to find my jaw and tip my lips up. He swallows my moan and kisses me with a passion I’ve never experienced. He shifts, kissing me hard and feverishly exactly the way he’s been fucking me. We gasp between breaths as his fingers go right between my legs to concentrate on my throbbing clit, blowing my mind until I’m begging for air and humping his meaty palm.
I shatter into a million pieces.
Before I catch my breath, he turns me in one motion, and I grip the towel rod. His tremendous cock penetrates my opening again and fucks me without mercy. I’m possessed. Under his spell, wanting nothing more than to please him. With every plunge, the heat surges through my system, and I’m on the vergeagain, about to climax.
I clamp around his thick heat. “Fill me.” I pant wildly, begging for release in the pouring water.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Oh, you’re going to get filled darlin’.” He tucks an arm under my thigh and lifts it, spreading me wider for him and drives up deeper into my core. “You’re mine Jolene,” he growls. “I’m going to give you every drop of my seed.”
His thrusts become more urgent and his groans more hoarse, almost tortured. I can tell he’s almost there. A hot wave deep inside me begins to crest higher and higher, it coils, bubbling up through me as I clamp, clenching around him. His thumb finds my trigger again just as the wave sweeps over me, shaking my core so hard that I almost buckle in half. I call out his name, spasming around him, then quaking and shivering.
“Fuck!” he roars, almost choking in ecstasy when his hot sperm shoots deep inside me. His groans echo off the shower walls as he spurts again and again while I milk every drop.
My legs are trembling so much, I’m gripping the towel rod for dear life when Travis turns me to face him. His dark eyes lock on mine, telling me everything. I think he’s as crazy about me as I am about him. He holds me tight in his strong arms and kisses me so tenderly, I almost cry. Maybe the tears are a chemical reaction to all the orgasms I’ve been having, but I doubt it. The connection I feel with him is so powerful, it’s overwhelming.
I’ve been so completely satisfied, ravished, and worshiped in the last few days, I can’t see straight.
Maybe my brain can’t process so many emotions at once, but I think my heart can because I’m falling in love with him. If he doesn’t feel the same way about me, I’ll be crushed.
Chapter Thirteen
The orange and purple sky paints the dawn breaking outside the frosty window, with the surrounding mountains still muted behind the early morning haze. Jolene’s sound asleep with her warm, silky back nestled against my chest. I bend my head, peering down at her soft, blonde curls and try not to move. Even when she’s off in dreamland, she takes my breath away.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to be the man to spoil, and pamper her forever.
Her steady, rhythmic breaths tempt me to stay, but as much as I’d like to sink back under the blankets, I want to surprise her when she wakes up, and in order for me to do it, I need to jet over to Boondocks.
Slowly, I slide my arm out from under her cheek and hold my breath hoping she doesn’t wake. Jolene softly sighs and shifts, before snuggling into the pillow. I sneak out of bed, quietly get dressed, and slip out of the cottage without a sound.
***
He’s not here.
My heart sinks as I wipe the sleep from my eyes and adjust to the light. Where did Travis go? I check the alarm clock on the bedside table. Damn, did I sleep hard, it’s almost nine.
The bathroom door is wide open, but I don’t hear a peep coming from inside. I crawl out of bed and take the top blanket with me while I pad to the bathroom to investigate.
“Morning,” I say cheerfully, giving him warning that his privacy is about to be invaded. “Travis?” I rap on the wall next to the door.
Nothing.
I poke my head inside the room and confirm it’s empty, looks exactly the way we left it last night. The towels are still strewn on the floor. A soft smile streaks across my lips. He dried me off so sweetly last night.
Did he really just leave without even a goodbye? I check my phone for a voice mail or text, but there isn’t a word from him, only texts from family. I thumb through their messages, hoping a clue will magically pop into my head, and I’ll understand what’s going on.
8:10 a.m. Mom:Jolene, has Lexi had the baby yet?
8: 15 a.m. Mom: How was Christmas?
8:17 a.m. Casey: I had a great time. LOL. We were at the same table. Didn’t you notice how I finished my plate and went for seconds?
8:18 a.m. Maverick: Obviously she was too busy being proud of me to even notice you.
8:20 a.m. Mom: Jolene? Are you there? I was thinking of having another Christmas dinner tonight when you get home. Our fridge is packed with leftovers.
8: 25 a.m. Walker: Sorry I finished the stuffing after you went to bed.
