Page 17 of Never Say Never

And the redheaded dispatcher who has taken me under her wing, who I thought was my friend until she threw me under the bus just now, says, “Later, slut.”

I hang up, drop my phone, and bury my face in my hands. “Well, that was awkward.”

“No,” he whispers, “not awkward at all.” Travis grabs my phone and slips it onto the nightstand so it’s not on the bed. “Come here.” He pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay, let’s just sleep. I didn’t realize it was already that late. Or early, I guess.”

I want him to touch me again, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t try a single thing, even as the tent in his pants as he lies on his back in the dark with my held flush to his body tells me he might actually be in pain. It’sthathard and throbbing. My mouth is practically watering with need.

But he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t do anything but softly stroke my back under his shirt with his fingers. On the fifth pass, the waves of exhaustion catch up to the whiskey I drank and everything crashes over me. He’s so warm and solid and comforting that I can’t move. I close my eyes and run a hand over his stomach, hoping he wants me as much as I want him.

His voice wakes me when I didn’t even know I’d been sleeping. I didn’t wake up when the phone rang, but I can hear his voice perfectly clear.

“Why is that any concern of yours?” he asks quietly, clearly trying not to wake me. “Take a pill, old man. I didn’t do anything to her.” There’s silence for a moment. “Brian. Calm the fuck down.” And then Travis isn’t whispering anymore. In fact, he’s almost yelling. “There’s nothing happening between me and Brandi. We got stuck during the storm. That’s it. Even if I did fuck her, it’s none of your goddamn business.”

Silence suddenly stretches and I hear him speak again in the hall. “Fuck.”

He sounds disgusted and I wonder if he regrets anything that happened between us.

Not much, I think, and tell myself to get up. But I keep my eyes shut as the bed moves when he crawls back into it. He pulls me into his arms, nuzzling my hair, but I don’t know how to respond.

I don’t know if I want to respond.

If I ask him anything at all, if he tells me he regrets it, it’ll crush me.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispers against my ear, “and you probably heard all that. It wasn’t you. I mean, it was you. I just… No one needs to know about this. It’s none of their business.” He pulls me tighter to his body, and I melt into his arms. “It’s no one’s business if you give me the best and worst hard-on I’ve ever had in my life. It’s none of their business if I lay here next to you, fantasizing about slipping my dick into that tight pussy of yours when you tossed your leg over my lap and rubbed it against my dick in your sleep.” He kisses my ear. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

Tracing a path from my ear down to my neck with his tongue, I’m done. My body is trembling, waiting for everything he wants to give me. And Travis doesn’t disappoint.

He kisses my neck, his tongue and teeth working my skin, making me burn, and he slides his hands under the hem of my borrowed shirt.

I squirm under his touch, needing more than just his fingers on my skin, craving our naked flesh touching in every possible way. As the shirt rides higher, his hands come up to capture my breasts and tease my nipples. I moan at the onslaught of sensations as his hard length presses against me even more, and if it were possible, I’m pretty sure I’d be on the verge of orgasm just from his touch and kiss.

One of his hands slips down, fingers grazing my mound, and I can’t help shimmying into his body.

“Oh. Yes.” A whimper escapes as he pushes one callused finger up against my clit and moves it back and forth, slow and steady, an easy rhythm.

He’s in absolutely no rush. He takes his time while my body continues to give him anything and everything he needs.

The heat grows until it’s almost consuming me. I’m getting wetter with the stroke of his finger, whimpering with pleasure. I push my body into his erection, moaning as he continues to move his hand. It isn’t enough. I need more. I grab his hip with one hand and use the other to guide his finger lower, into my folds.

“More,” I groan.

Travis bites my shoulder, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back and he’s pushing my legs onto his shoulders while he gets an unhindered view of my pussy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says right before he licks from my clit straight down, stopping only when his tongue is buried inside me.

I watch, enraptured, as his thumb presses onto my clit and two of his fingers join his tongue, working inside me until he finds the spot guaranteed to make me gush onto his hand. He hooks his fingers, rubbing against it continuously, and I see stars right before my body starts to convulse around him. Wave after wave of intense, bright pleasure rushes over me. The orgasm seems to last forever, and he doesn’t lighten his touch at all. He keeps pushing into me with his fingers as he wipes his mouth on the inside of my leg and looks up at me with a smile.

“You taste like honey and rain, all rolled into one sweet dessert created just for me. Fucking perfect.” Before I can push his fingers away as it gets too much, before I can answer him, Travis seals his mouth to mine, and his kiss is hot and carnal, and I taste the unique combination of both of our scents.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, but he pulls his finger out of my body and works himself out of his pants, kicking them onto the floor.

It feels like an eternity before he’s naked and the head of his cock is pressed to my opening. Big and hot and there, I can feel his body begging for me to give in. He breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Are you sure, Brandi? You can say no and I’ll stop.”

I smile up at him and pull him down into me, finding his mouth and kissing him, my hands on his hips, silently urging him to finish the job. He thrusts into me, down deep until we’re flush against each other. And oh God. He’s big, too big. It has been too long since I’ve had anyone inside me, and I gasp with how full I am.

“Oh, God. You’re so tight. So fucking tight. Mine. Tell me it’s mine, Brandi.” When I don’t answer him immediately, he gyrates his hips and pulls out slightly, causing me to growl. “Tell me your pussy is mine, or I’ll stop.” He nips my ear, running his nose down the side of my face until he’s at my chin. But he doesn’t move.

“Fuck. It’s yours. Just move. Now. Fuck me.”

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