Page 63 of Kaden & Keegan
“I think she’s gettin’ better every day,” Kylie mused.
According to the psychologist they were seeing, it would take time before Kate felt completely safe again. She didn’t seem to have any issues provided one of them was with her, but she still refused to go to school. Luckily, homeschooling was an option for them, and Kylie had spent the past couple of weeks getting it all set up. Until Kate was ready to get back into the swing of things, they would do what was necessary to accommodate. Travis didn’t blame his daughter for not trusting the adults who had been responsible for her safety when she’d been kidnapped a few weeks back. Hell, Travis didn’t trust the damn school.
Not that it was entirely their fault. Juliet Prince had clearly had one goal in mind when she’d set out that morning. Hurting him had been her objective, and evidently, she would go to any lengths to do so, proven when she’d snatched Kate, then simply vanished. The fact that his cousin had managed to track her down and get Kate back quickly was the only reason Travis hadn’t lost his ever-loving mind.
He wouldn’t say he was doing much better now. Perhaps he was worse off than he’d been then. Even he would admit he was obsessed, and it wasn’t a good look for him. His family was suffering because of it, yet Travis couldn’t find his way back from the edge. Not until she was dealt with appropriately.
He hated that he wasn’t any closer to finding her than he had been when he first started, but that only made him work harder, putting in endless hours doing research. At some point, she would surface. Of that, he was certain. If only his patience wasn’t worn thin. He was pretty sure he was driving his cousin Brantley crazy with the incessant voicemails telling him he needed his help.
Kylie’s hand shifted over his chest. “I think I need to take a shower.”
Travis kissed her forehead, ready to release her so she could go do that.
Evidently, she had other plans, because she leaned in, her lips grazing his neck. The sensation that tore through his body set him ablaze.
“Shower with me, Travis,” she whispered, trailing kisses along his jaw. “Let’s escape it all for just a little while.”
“Where’s Gage?”
“Watchin’Frozenwith the kids.”
Again? Good Lord. They’d seen it at least three dozen times.
Of course, with them engrossed in the animated movie and supervised, that meant they had some time to themselves, which was unheard of these days. With five kids, there was rarely any spare minutes for them to be alone unless they were in bed for the night. Even then it was touch-and-go.
Travis knew better than to pass up an opportunity such as this one.
Shifting Kylie on his lap, he cupped her ass with both hands and got to his feet. Her legs wrapped around his hips as her lips melded to his.
Without breaking the lip-lock, Travis carried her out of his office, through the foyer, up the stairs, and down the hall to their bedroom. With a swift kick, he got the door closed behind him and made his way into the bathroom. Setting Kylie on the edge of the sink, he made quick work of turning on the shower and toeing off his boots before returning to her.
When her arms wrapped around him, there was an urgency in her movements, very similar to the need he felt building inside him. His was motivated by that restless energy. As for hers, he wasn’t sure what was spurring it, but he was certainly on board.
“Kylie…”
“Now, Travis,” she moaned against his mouth, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, shoving the cotton up high on his chest.
He helped her along, tugging the T-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. While he did the same with hers, she ripped at the button on his fly, yanking it open, then tugging the zipper down.
They were a fumble of hands as they hurried to get the other undressed. Once they were both naked, Travis set her on the counter again, holding her right on the edge as he guided himself inside her, pleasure lighting up his nerve endings as the tight clasp of her body sheathed him.
Kylie moaned, her lips tearing free as he pushed inside her, retreated slowly. She leaned back against the mirror, their eyes meeting as he thrust into her hard and deep.
“God yes,” she cried out. “Like that. Just … like that, Trav. Make me come.”
He didn’t know the last time he’d seen her come apart like this, but he loved that about Kylie. She wasn’t shy when it came to what she wanted. As time had gone by, she’d become more vocal, more insistent with her own sexual needs, ensuring both he and Gage knew what she needed. And while he could’ve made love to her a dozen times a day, it was moments like this one when she had him hanging by a fragile thread.
Gripping her hips to hold her in place, Travis thrust into her, filling her. His pace increased, her beautiful tits bouncing with every punishing impalement. The tight clasp of her pussy drove him mad, made his spine tingle, his inevitable release within reach.
“Harder,” she pleaded, grabbing for him, her arms wreathing his neck.
Travis lifted her off the counter, spun around, and pressed her back to the door. He held her there, nailing her hard and deep until they were both panting and moaning. His thighs burned with the effort, but it was a sweet heat because he was right where he wanted to be.
“Trav… oh, God…”
Kylie’s inner muscles clamped down on him, dragging a ragged groan from his throat as he held on for as long as he could. But when her head fell back, hitting the door with a thud, he knew he was a goner. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, milking him as she cried out in that sensual way she did. He gritted his teeth, drove into her several more times, until holding back was no longer an option. He slammed home as his body jerked and spasmed, filling her in the most intimate of ways.
They were both breathing hard, but Travis didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could.
When Kylie chuckled, her muscles gripped him again, making him groan.
“We really do need that shower now,” she said, pressing her lips to his cheek.
It was in the shower that Travis took her once more. Because they both had needed it.
