Page 75 of Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars (Rock Canyon, Idaho 2)

Travis wrapped his hand around her breast and squeezed it gently. “I’m always ready for you, Gem.”

He massaged her breasts and rubbed against her until she felt him grow hard again. Murmuring and clenching her thighs together, she pushed back against him. When Travis released her breast and she heard the sound of a condom wrapper in his hand, she whispered, “I have an IUD, just so you know.”

She felt him still behind her. “What are you saying, Gemma?”

Cheeks burning in the dark, she was glad he couldn’t see her. “I just meant that . . . if the condom rips or . . . or you don’t want to use it . . . it’s okay. We’re protected.”

Strong arms wrapped around her and he said, “Are you saying you don’t want me to use one?”

“I . . . forget it. I just wanted you to know that there wouldn’t be any more accidents, that’s all. That if something happened and the condom failed, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant or trap you,” she said shakily.

When she’d first started to show during her pregnancy, a few people had suggested that was exactly what she’d done, and she’d tried to pretend it hadn’t hurt. Gracie had called them all idiots, and Michael had told her anyone with half a brain would know that wasn’t true. Still, she had worried a few times that if Travis ever found out about Charlie, he might wonder.

His arms tightened. “We’re already married, Gemma. We have a son. I don’t know how much more trapped I could be.”

She tensed. “Is that how you feel?”

“Stop it!” he said, squeezing her. “I was kidding, or couldn’t you hear that in my voice?”

“I just don’t want you thinking that I got pregnant on purpose, or tried to . . .”

“How could I think that, when I didn’t even know you were pregnant? As far as trapping a man goes, you have a lot to learn. For instance, if you do get pregnant, it’s better to tell the guy about the baby instead of dumping him. Oh, and trapping him into marriage doesn’t work so well when you leave a Dear John note asking for a divorce.”

“I just . . .”

“Gemma, I’m here. I’m with you because I want to be. I came here after Vegas because I wanted our marriage to be real. Charlie is a happy bonus. I don’t know what anyone has said to you, but I don’t feel trapped. I never feel trapped when I’m with you. I feel free.”

A small sob escaped as she rolled over and kissed him. She caught his groan as her hand moved between them and she encircled his hard cock, stroking him gently.

Travis slipped his fingers into her soft folds, and she sighed happily. He took her hand off of his cock, and she started to protest until he sat up, pulling her along with him. When he lifted her above him, Travis positioned himself at her entrance and moved beneath her. She marveled at the difference in sensation as he arched up and moved inside her. She pushed her hips, but he was so long at this angle that she had to adjust her position. His big hands held her hips and he pressed her against him, moving forward and back, the friction making her gasp. Putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning forward, she followed his lead.

As they both crashed over the edge, she collapsed on his chest, trying to catch her breath.

“I think you wore me out,” Travis said with a breathless laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you rest . . .” she propped up her chin and added with a giggle, “for half an hour.”

MORNING LIGHT POURED in through the window as Travis watched Gemma sleep. With her mouth slightly open and her lashes fanning her cheeks, he thought he would be happy to freeze this moment and stay there just like that. The two of them in bed, keeping the rest of the world at bay.

That seemed to be the biggest obstacle holding Gemma back from him: her fear of his lifestyle and the world around them. But life wasn’t easy. Hell, he knew firsthand that life dealt you a whole lot of shit; but when something great came along, you needed to do everything you could to hold onto it.

If only he could make Gemma see it that way.

Travis heard the pitter patter of feet above, and as gently as he could, he disentangled himself from the soft, warm body of his wife and slipped into his clothes. Sneaking out of his room, he saw Penny sitting outside the laundry room, her tail swishing as Stormy’s squeaky meow and one tiny paw came out from under the closed door. He opened the door, and Stormy flew out, a spitting ball of fluff, puffed up and sideways, causing Penny to jump into the air. Travis laughed and scooped Stormy into his hands bringing her face close to his.

“So, you think you’re bad, huh?” Travis felt the fuzzy body start to vibrate with happiness at his tone. Putting her on his shoulder, he went to the kitchen and found Charlie rummaging through the cupboards with Annie sitting at his feet.

“What are you looking for, little man?” Travis asked.

“Something good to eat. Mom usually makes breakfast before she opens the bookstore, but she wasn’t in her room.” Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Do you think she’s okay? It’s not like her not to leave a note.”

Travis tried to hide his amusement as he said, “I think your mom’s fine, just tired. She’s in the guest room, sound asleep.”

Charlie looked toward the back bedroom. “Why is Mom in your bed?”

Oh, boy. “Because most married people like to sleep together.”

Charlie looked between him and the room where his mother was sleeping with a light in his eyes. “Does that mean you guys are going to stay together?”

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