Tempting Fate (Love in Eden 1.50)

That little spark of hope became a full-on inferno as I gave up the fight. I believed him. I believed that he meant what he was saying.

"They'll never let us have this… this town," I whispered. "My son, Jolene… we can't put them through that."

He seemed to know what I was talking about and it was a comfort to realize that he'd given it some thought as well.

"We'll talk to Jolene together. And we’ll figure out how to make this work without putting ourselves or our family in danger. We'll figure out a way to build a life together. Just say we'll try, Jackson."

I would do a hell of a lot more than try.

I would give him everything I had.

I told him so by pulling him down for a kiss. This time when his tongue met mine, I kissed him back. My uninhibited response seemed to trigger something in Travis because he groaned against my mouth and then he was pushing me harder against the wall. His hands were everywhere after that. Ripping at my shirt, sliding over my jeans-covered ass, and most importantly, rubbing my cock.

My hands were roaming as well, and I reveled in being able to explore Travis's body the way I’d always dreamed of. I loved the sound of his whimpers whenever I found a spot that was particularly sensitive. Our moves were awkward and unpracticed, but that only made what was flaring to life between us all the better. When I went for Travis's jeans and began opening his zipper, I pulled back enough so I could watch him carefully. He planted his hands above my head on the wall and watched me. Not my hands reaching for his cock, but my eyes. So I did the same and saw the things he likely saw in my own eyes.

Wants.

Needs.

Freedom.

Travis's hot, heavy cock throbbed in my hand as I pulled him out of his jeans. Travis closed his eyes in pleasure as I began stroking him. Fluid leaked from the head of his dick and coated my fingers, making the glides up and down his shaft easier.

"Christ, Jackson," Travis moaned and then his mouth was on mine. I would've been totally fine with bringing him to his release, but then his big hands were seeking out my dick and within a matter of seconds he had me free of my jeans too. After that, my brain shut down and it was all about my body.

Travis and I both fumbled awkwardly to figure out what the other liked, but it didn't take long before we were kissing and fucking one another's hands. I ended up coming first and when I cried out into Travis's mouth, he whispered my name and held me for a moment. His rough hand gave me only the briefest reprieve and then he was gripping both his cock and mine at the same time. It took just a few strokes of his own hand against my softening flesh to get him off. Hot liquid hit my belly where he’d opened my shirt and then some of it dripped down to mix with my own semen.

"Jackson," Travis murmured against my mouth several minutes later as we began to come down from our highs. "Promise me we'll try," he begged.

I shook my head, but when he tensed up against me, I grabbed his face and looked him straight in the eye. "We're not going to try. We’re going to make it happen. No one's taking this from us, Travis. No one. Do you hear me?" It was my turn to be firm and commanding. The relief on Travis's face made my heart swell. I gathered him into my arms as he nodded.

As we sank to the floor and just held onto one another, I knew I'd never let him go. I’d spent an entire lifetime searching for Travis and now that I’d finally found him, I'd spend the rest of my days fighting to keep him.

So, what if we had to hide a little longer? There would be a day where I could tell the world how much I loved the man in my arms.

Even if I had to make that day arrive myself.