Page 25 of Joy Ride
“Nope. We just met.” I send a half smile to Goldilocks, who gives me an ear-to-ear grin. It isn’t a fib; it depends on whatjust metmeans. Just met two days ago? Or just met today?
“Huh.” Lexi mumbles under her breath and fills yet another sippy cup with water. She leaves the room without another comment, and when the coast is clear again, I sneak my hand behind Jolene and fondle her ass.
“Trust me, I’ll find that cottage. I have my own Christmas present to give you.”
“Can’t wait to unwrap it.”
Chapter Twelve
I stretch out on the mattress like a queen and aimlessly watch shadows from the fire dance on the wall. My heart is beating a mile a minute as I wait…and wait for my cowboy to take me for another ride. What on earth is happening to me? Every one of my cells is pinging wildly, and every cylinder I have is lubed.
Chase and Travis were deep in conversation by the fire when I left. I sure didn’t miss Travis’s secret smile though. He says so much with that little curved up, sexy grin and don’t get me started on those eyes… Restlessly, I climb off the bed.
A nice, long shower will do me good, and I’ll kill a little time before Travis arrives in the process. The bathroom of this cottage is one of my favorite places on the ranch. Why not take it for a spin?
Lexi pulled out all the stops when she designed this serene sanctuary. The shower is to die for with dual heads and room for two with a bench. Once the water’s hot, I open the doors and stroll in under the steamy water. Lexi doesn’t scrimp when it comes to body wash and shampoo, either. I lather up with something that smells like a spa and vanilla cake. The elegant font on the label is written in French, so I’ll bet she picked this up while she and Chase were on one of their dream vacations.
Lucky me.
Ahh…I bask in the warmth as the water rains down rhythmically on my shoulders. “What a Christmas,” I murmur while scrubbing my arm.
“You were saying?” The shower door opens. I drop my loofa and soak up the sight of Travis ripped and naked as a jaybird. If his pecs could talk, they’d say, “lick me.” My eyes travel down to his six-pack abs to that sexy V where his hair starts to—
Heat pools between my legs at the sight of his phenomenal penis. I lick my lips. My new best friend is fully loaded, stiff at the ready, and pointing straight at me.
“Mind if I join you?” Travis asks coyly.
Speechless, I nod and Travis steps into the shower. His eyes rake over me with the kind of message I’m getting loud and clear. Shivers race up my spine as he picks up the loofa I dropped and comes right back to me with a heated stare.
“May I?” He pours a dallop of body wash on the rough sponge and I inch closer like a magnet being pulled to steel.
Water pours down between us and I don’t have the patience to wait for whatever he’s planning on doing with that loofa. I reach up on my tip toes, gliding my hands over his slippery, well-muscled biceps. “Thought we already had dessert,” I whisper right before his lips crash down on mine.
The kiss goes from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat.
“I could never get my fill of you, sweet thing,” he says huskily before his lips move down my neck to my throat and oh,right there. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and rakes it gently between his teeth and tugs. The sensation of his rough suction goes straight to my insides. Needily, I lean back, giving him more access as his soapy hand slips up my thigh. Moaning from the touch of his strong hand, I spread my legs, dying for his fingers to finally reach my throbbing clit but no…
At least not yet.
“Oh god,” slips from my mouth as he takes his time gliding his hand around to my backside.
His knowing finger slips down my butt crack and through my thighs, where his wrist spreads me wider. He grunts, reaches up, and massages my folds, expertly teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry. I’m at his mercy as I rock my hips, unable to move my legs with his corded arm between them both. Travis takes his time, stroking my slippery pussy as I gasp and swallow steam. Just when one of his fingers makes contact with my aching clit, and I think I’m about to come, he flips me around like a rag doll.
Now, I’m facing the marble wall instead of him. With one hand sliding down my stomach to my pulsing pussy, the other splays against my back and guides me down, bending me over, until I have no choice but to brace my hands on the bench. I’m putty in his hands. If he keeps stroking me the way he is now, I’ll never complain.
I groan at the sensation when I feel his thick rod part my ass cheeks and slide under my dripping, slippery seam. Panting, I tip my ass up higher and swing my head around. My wet curls slap my face. He looks like a man possessed. Eyes smokey with desire under heavy lids, he’s watching as his fingertips dig into my hips. Then he yanks me, spreads me wider, and penetrates me with his long thick cock in one push.
“Fuck!” I scream. I think this is my favorite position.
The angle of his thrust is perfection. I’m so wet and ready for him. I didn’t need for him to take it slow with me, and he isn’t. He slides in and out of my starving pussy as I push back, meeting his thrusts. A half moan, half rumble…guttural sound coming from deep inside my chest escapes my throat as he fucks me harder. “More,” I pant.
The sounds of our bodies frantically slapping together fill the shower. He grips my waist, guiding me on him as he fills me to the rim, fucking me hard and fast.
“Fuck baby, I can’t get over how tight you are.” He growls and keeps rutting into me.
Slap, slap, slap,our bodies connect under the water.We find our wild frenzied rhythm, and I’m overwhelmed by every fucking exquisite sensation. My breasts shake and jiggle with every thrust. I’m so close to coming, I almost slip.
