Finding Faye (K&S Securities 1)

Travis told me while we were eating that tomorrow we would meet with Ana and Xavier to talk about everything, and that tonight I'm just supposed to relax. So, I'm trying. I'm not feeling relaxed though, just keyed up and more than a little horny.

I step out of the shower and dry off before removing the now damp bandage over my wound. It's the first time I've seen it, and it scares me a little, seeing how close I came to being more seriously hurt or dying. Tearing my eyes away from the mirror, I pat the area dry and pull on yet another one of Travis' t-shirts.

I wish I had something soft and pretty to wear for him. I bet Ellie could tell me where to go shopping. I will try to find her in the morning before her shift ends.

Doing as Travis said, I take my time. I twist my wet hair into a thick braid and swipe on mascara and lipgloss. I don’t have any other makeup.

Feeling as prepared as I possibly can, I gather my nerve and I tiptoe into the dimly lit bedroom, prepared to do my best to seduce my man.

Travis is laying in the middle of the huge bed, spread out comfortably against the mattress. His blue eyes lock onto me without wavering as I approach.

I'm stunned when I see his hand gripping the very prominent bulge in his grey boxer briefs. He is sliding his fist up and down his impressive length. For some reason it’s even hotter than it was when he did it in the shower behind me.

A moan tears from my tender throat and I lick my lips, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor of my lip gloss. My body feels hot and flushed and my skin feels too tight. A trickle of wetness runs down the inside of my thigh, making me stumble a little in surprise. I’ve never been so wet and he’s still across the room.

That has never happened to me before.

Travis crooks a finger at me, beckoning, and I walk until my knees touch the side of the mattress. I stop, unsure of what I’m supposed to do next.

Travis smiles up at me. My heart feels like it stops for a moment before taki

ng off again, twice as fast. He lifts a hand toward me and I reach out, setting my palm in his. He wraps his fingers around mine before tugging me onto the bed. I climb up on my knees and look down at him.

“My bandage got wet,” I blurt out, and the heat in his eyes is replaced quickly with concern. “Sorry,” I mumble, embarrassed. I'm a fucking idiot. What is the matter with me?

“Come lie down and let me see,” he says, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbow. I do as directed and lay stiff and still beside him as he gently lifts my shirt up, exposing my bare pussy. His hands convulse around the soft cotton and he hesitates. I peek at him through my lashes. His eyes are riveted on the bare flesh between my legs, and his chest heaves with labored breaths as he resumes his task. Drawing the shirt up to my breasts, he grinds out in a tight voice, “Sit up, babe.”

I do as he says, raising my arms so he can pull it up over my head before tossing it on the floor. I lay back, feeling weak and somehow empty. I need something I don’t completely understand, but I have a pretty good idea. I need him over me. Filling me. Loving me.

“I'll be right back, Sweetpea,” Travis says and leans over me, bracing on his forearms as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. I nod and he gets up to gather his medical supplies. He comes right back and dresses the wound with antibiotic ointment and a fresh bandage, followed by a couple over the counter pain tablets and a glass of water.

The task of caring for me accomplished, the look in his eyes becomes predatory as he lays on his side facing me and slides his large arms around me, pulling me flush against the hot expanse of his skin. The contact makes me shiver in reaction. He grins, showing that dimple again. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

His breath ghosts over my cheek just before his mouths captures mine. Our kiss is delicate, careful. Our tongues sliding wetly against each other. I know he’s trying not to hurt me. He won’t. I know he won’t. I whimper into his mouth, encouraging him. I’m already lost to the feelings growing in me. Hard, hot hands slide down my back and cup my ass, pulling my stomach tight against the throbbing rod between his legs. The motion makes my stitches pull and I gasp against his mouth.

He loosens his embrace, whispering an apology against my damp skin. His other hand grips my damp braid, pulling my head away from his mouth. My bruised neck is exposed to his gaze. Ever so gently he licks and nips at the column of my throat, taking care not to hurt me. OMG! This is actually happening. For real.

Travis

She is nothing but sweetness in my arms. Her gentle curves pressing against me, her tiny gasps and moans of pleasure burning like lava through my veins, the sugary taste of her against my tongue. Sliding my arm around her, I grip the lush softness of her little ass and pull her tighter against me. My pulsating cock is trapped between us as her leg slides between mine. I can feel the wet heat of her slit as it slides across my thigh. The hot kiss of her pussy against me is almost enough for me to bust my nut.

I still can't believe she shaved for me. When I pushed my shirt up over her hips and saw her pouty pink lips, completely bare and slick with desire, the primary thought in my mind was to spread her wide and fall face first into her. The only thing that stopped me was the glimpse I had of the neat row of sutures, black against her pale skin. Now that I have tended her wound, nothing will stop me from making her mine.

Gently, I remind myself, rolling her onto her back, settling between her smooth legs. She wraps them around my waist pulling me even closer. I push my cock into the mattress, letting my abs rub against her sultry core. If I so much as think about letting my cock touch her pussy right now I won’t be able to stop myself from thrusting inside and riding her hard. That is not how I ever imagined taking her virginity, and I'm not about to fuck this up. She’s going to be screaming my name and coming on my dick before I let go of my control.

Carefully keeping my weight off her ribs, I lean down and capture her mouth again until we get lost in the dance of slippery tongues and scraping teeth. We kiss for hours, or maybe just minutes, before she rolls her pelvis against my abs, her little whimpering breaths breaking through the cloud of lust and love fogging my mind.

Groaning loudly, I tear my lips away from hers and slide downward, lifting the soft weight of her tits in my palms, still being careful not to hurt her.

Her eyelids flutter open, showing me slivers of her bright golden irises and blown pupils as she boldly watches me pull one rosy pink nipple between my lips and suck it to a hard point. My fingers find the other, pinching and rolling the stiff little bud between them. A soul-deep moan is wrenched from her as her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back into the soft pillow, loose strands of her soft hair have escaped her braid and surround her face like a halo.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” I growl, tracing my fingers over her hip bones as I sit up on my knees and pull her ass onto my thighs so I can feast my eyes on the tender flesh.

Holding my fingers in a vee, I use them to spread her soft slick folds, exposing her wet pink core and the swollen little nub of her clit to my ravishing gaze. Her eyes flicker open and she stares at me, her eyes soft and shining. Her thighs fall open wider, offering everything to me. Never breaking eye contact with her, I press one finger into her clinging heat, feeling her tight channel ripple around it. She moans, thrashing her head against the pillow.

Slowly pumping my hand, I rub small circles against her engorged button with two fingers. It stiffens even more as she cries out my name, spasming around my finger, and I feel a fresh flood of her juices. I add a second finger, stretching her, knowing I will never get inside her otherwise.

She shudders around my plunging fingers, her breath coming in short pants and moans as she lifts herself, working her pussy against my hand until we are both dripping with her cream. Unable to resist the sweet smell of her arousal for another second, I slide an arm under her hips, lifting her to my mouth as I lower toward her.