This is War (Checkmate Duet 1)

“You know what,” he hisses.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t think I’ll walk out there naked?” He pulls open the door and peeks out. “Because I will.”

“Do what you gotta do.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal to see Travis’ naked behind. “But that’ll be another violation of the house rules,” I say matter-of-factly, knowing damn well they don’t mean a thing to him anyway.

He rolls his eyes and opens the door up all the way, exposing his wet muscled-and-tattooed self. Fuck. I didn’t think this all the way through. “Real mature, V.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I keep my eyes down, resisting the urge to look at him again.

He mutters a few curse words before walking around me and going down the hall to his bedroom.

Oh, Travis. The fun has just only begun.

No one said this was about maturity. This was about winning. Travis King needs his ego taken down a few notches.

I lean against the wall, waiting for the moment he realizes what I’ve done. If he doesn’t notice his sheets missing right away, he’ll notice once he goes to put his shorts on.

I wait and wait and wonder what the hell he’s doing in there. Finally, I hear the door opening and footsteps coming my way. I slowly look up, preparing for the death stare, but instead he looks completely indifferent. I blink, thinking I must be imagining things, but then I look down and gasp.

Oh my God.

I swallow, unable to take my eyes off him, his sleeve of tattoos that merge into his chest, water still dripping down his body all the way down to his cock, that’s saluting to the ceiling. Why the hell is he hard?

My mind races as I try and blink away, but I can’t. My feet are cemented in place and all the air is sucked out of me.

“I’m starting to think you have a thing for me.” He smirks, obviously proud of himself. “If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He flashes me a wink, the corner of his lips tilted up in amusement, and continues walking past me into the living room.

It takes me a few moments to collect myself. How the hell did that not work? Why is this man so complicated? Fuck. I need to step up my game. But nothing phases that jackass. He has a perfect body and knows it, so of course he doesn’t mind flaunting it. But sooner or later, he’s going to need his sheets and clothes.

I walk to the kitchen, making sure to avoid him. I dig around in the fridge, letting the cool air hit my heated cheeks. My entire body is on fire and only an ice bath would cool it down at this point.

Images of his hard cock haunt my mind even when I try and push them out. I assumed Travis was big, but seeing it in all its glory, thick and stretched, has my body tingling in areas I wish I could control.

After several minutes of trying to cool my body down, I decide to make some toast so I grab the container of butter and a bottle of orange juice. Maybe I just need some sugar to get my brain working again.

With the items in my hands, I use my elbow to shut the door. Before I realize what’s happening, Travis traps me between his hard chest and the fridge door.

“What the hell?” I gasp, dropping both items to my feet. I feel his cock press into the low dip of my back, his firm arms caging me in.

“What’s the matter?”

I swallow.

“I think you need a lesson on boundaries,” I manage to say, my palms pressed against the fridge door.

He dips his head, brushing his stubble along my neck. I shiver, pissed that he’s getting a reaction out of me. His mouth is dangerously close to my ear as he whispers, “If it’s anything like your tutoring lessons, I won’t get my hopes up.” I feel a hand slide up my arm and brush along my collarbone before wrapping his palm around my neck, tilting my head up. It’s oddly soothing, and for a second, I forget Travis is the one holding me captive.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to teaching you a thing or two,” he growls against my ear again. His voice is low and deep as he taunts me, pushing every button he can.

“Get your naked body off me,” I say with gritted teeth.

“Never heard that one before.” He rocks his hips, pushing harder against me. My eyes flutter closed on their own accord as a moan releases without permission. His hand slides down my chest and palms my breast, making me release another throaty moan. His other hand squeezes my hip, melding our bodies against one another, and my head falls back as I feel his hot breath on my blazing skin.