Finding Faye (K&S Securities 1)

I’ve daydreamed about this for ages—well, maybe not exactly this, but I never thought it would actually happen. Sliding one hand up into my hair and one down my back, he gives me that grin, the one I was never able to forget, and pats my naked ass cheek.

“Babe, no man minds making his girl come so hard that she passes out.” He winks, leaning back in to put his lips back against my skin. Happiness wells up inside me. I can’t stop the bubble of laughter that bursts out of my mouth. Tipping his chin up in a cocky way he grins again, his eyes sparkling with good humor. “It just means I did my job right.”

Still giggling, I return his smile and let him pull me back against him. Placing a loud kiss on the top of my wet head he steps back, framing my face with his wide palms. Water flows over the prominent ridges of his muscles, snatching my attention to where it runs down his body in streams.

He chuckles low in his throat. “All teasing aside, Faye, you needed the sleep and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

“You didn’t,” I rush to assure him. “I don’t even remember feeling tired…” My words trail off. I am so out of my element talking about this and don’t know what else to say. He made me feel so good and then the next thing I knew I was waking up beside him this morning. I didn’t think I was tired, but I have also never had an orgasm like that before.

Still cradling my face, he leans toward me until his lips brush back and forth over mine. When mine part on a whisper of breath he glides the point of his tongue over them before retreating again. “It’s okay Faye. How about a do-over when we get to Vegas?”

All I can do is nod. That sounds amazing to me. Staring up into his blue eyes, I promise myself that no matter what I will not fall asleep in the middle of something so perfect ever again.

I smile my agreement and press up on my toes, placing a kiss of my own on his stubbly jaw. “Do we have to wait?” I ask, my words shy. Uncertain.

His eyes widen with surprise at my bold words, or maybe it’s lust, as I turn to reach for his shampoo. I can shave my legs later, when we get to Vegas. Travis gently takes the bottle from my hand, turning me so that my back is to him as he pours some into his hands and begins lathering my hair.

“Yes, babe. We have to wait. When I get you under me again I’m going to take my time with you. Kiss every damn inch of your luscious body. We don’t have time this morning for what I pan to do with you.”

My core clenches at the erotic promise in his voice and I can’t stop my sigh as I relax beneath his fingers as they massage my scalp and trail down to rub away the tightness in my neck and shoulders.

Travis

She is so unbelievably, fucking perfect. I just can’t get over how easy it is to be with her. Falling asleep with her naked body cradled against mine, was life altering. I don’t think I will ever be able to sleep again without her in my arms.

I can’t help but feel like we have always been together like this. Like we are a couple and have always been one. It’s like we didn’t start out as kids in the same messed-up house where her mom and Brad wanted us to act like siblings. Or cousins, at the very least.

I never wanted her to be my sister. Not even when she was a little girl. She has always just been precious to me. My very best friend. I’ve always told her everything. All my hopes and dreams. Even things I never told Blake.

Having her back in my life feels amazing.

It’s only been a few days, but it’s like a lost piece of my soul was returned and I never even knew that it was missing. I don’t know how I have been surviving without her. I already know that if I lost her again I would burn the world down searching for her. I’m reasonably sure I wouldn’t survive losing her a second time.

I need to hurry us through the rest of the shower. No good can come from us being wet and naked together. Well, actually a lot of good can come from it, but not when we have to pick up Blake in less than thirty minutes. Knowing that still doesn’t stop me from pressing kisses to her neck and shoulders when I should be getting myself cleaned up.

I have to stay a full step back from her, which is a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because I couldn’t stand to have her soft body pressing against me without carrying her to the bed and losing myself inside of her. The curse? Keeping her at even a small distance means that I can’t help but see every lean line of her body. The sweet curve of her hips and ass right in front of me every fucking time I open my eyes or lower them from the ceiling.

Reaching down with a guilty glance to where Faye has her foot up on the built-in bench while she soaps her legs, I reach my soapy hand down over my abs and fist my pounding cock, stroking it a couple times. I’m so hard I know I could blow my load with just a couple more tugs. My eyes devour the little glimpse of the pink lips between her thighs that I can see. I stroke harder, my balls tightening and my spine tingling. A strangled moan breaks loose from my throat and her eyes fly up to mine, widening in shock as she watches as I jack my cock harder under her watchful gaze until, with a guttural roar, ropes of cum blast out of my dick, splashing onto the tile before washing down the drain.

Her breath is choppy and her chest heaving in time with mine as I release my still stiff shaft. Her tongue peeks out from her lips, gliding over them. Her eyes are focused on my dick.

“Sorry, baby,” I rasp. “I couldn’t look at you another second without coming.”

Her cheeks darken and she looks away from my length guiltily . “That’s okay,” she whispers.

It’s so easy to forget how new she is to this. To me. To us. There is so much I want to say to her, to do to her, but now is not the time.

Blake is waiting impatiently on his porch when we pull into his driveway. We aren’t very late. Well, maybe a little. After I sent Faye to get dressed I was hard again and, rather than suffer from blue balls the entire trip to Vegas, I thought taking care of business again was a decent idea.

It wasn’t.

Having her clean smell permeating my truck, seeing her in the seat beside me, is making me hard all over again. I can’t wait to get her to Vegas. I’m going to take her somewhere nice for dinner before I make love to her all night with the city lights reflecting off her skin.

It isn’t until we have Blake on board and are driving across town to Ana’s little apartment that the premonition I had days ago comes back. It’s just a nagging feeling of something not being right. That I need to be on my toes.

Nothing can happen to Faye, not when I have just found her.

Blake seems a little on edge this morning as well, but he might just be pissed that I was late picking him up. He hates being late. I try to question him about how he’s feeling but he shuts me down with a firm shake of his head and a glance at Faye in the mirror. Whatever is on his mind, he doesn’t want to share with her listening.