Page 97 of Wicked Games

Chapter Thirty-Two

Rowan

“Morning, Princess,” Travis says as he steps out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and I open my eyes, yawning as they burn and my head throbs relentlessly. I managed to catch about two hours of sleep last night but I spent most of it tossing and turning, tormented by horrific images every time I closed my eyes. And when I wasn’t reliving Blaze’s death or seeing Warren’s face in my mind, I was making myself sick with worry over the man standing in front of me. “Sleep okay?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Baby,” he sighs, his brows knitting together as he studies me for a second before sighing and pulling the towel away from his waist. He crawls back into bed and pulls me into his side, wrapping his arms around me as he kisses my forehead. His hand cradles the back of my head, massaging his fingers into my scalp as he takes a deep breath, breathing me in before he kisses my forehead again. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ve got you.”

My heart cracks wide open at the gesture and I bury my face in his chest as tears sting my eyes. The last few days have just been hell and it’s all catching up with me… with all of us. Travis sighs and pulls one hand away from my body. I peek up in time to see him reaching for the bottle of booze on the bedside table. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I choke back a sob and reach out, laying my hand on his arm as he wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle and he looks back at me, his brow shooting up as I shake my head.

“Not today, baby. Let me be your whiskey,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest and he stares down at me, his eyes blazing, and his nostrils flaring. I hold my breath, waiting for his answer and finally, he nods, releasing the bottle. I swing my leg over his body and straddle his waist as he grips my hips in both hands and rises up off of the bed to press his lips to mine as his arms wrap around me, holding me tightly against his body. There is a desperation in his kiss, an intensity that was never there before and every ounce of his pain is on display as his tongue flicks at my lips, demanding entrance and I give it to him. I’ll do anything, say anything, give him whatever his heart desires if it means I can ease just a fraction of his suffering.

With his arms locked around me, he scoots back along the mattress until his back hits the headboard and he relaxes, thrusting a hand into my hair as his tongue tangles with mine, stroking and teasing me to the brink of madness. Moaning into his kiss, I rock my hips against him, annoyed that the lace of my panties separates us. I want to … no, I need to feel him against me. He reaches down and grabs my tit, twisting my nipple between his fingers as he nips at my bottom lip and my pussy clenches.

“Travis,” I breathe and he growls, his head falling back for a second before his lips are back on mine. He grabs my panties and I jerk away from him as he grabs his pocketknife off the table with his other hand, flicking it open. My heart pounds in my chest as he lowers the knife to my waist and effortlessly slices it through one side of my panties before moving to the other side and doing the same. As he tosses the blade back on the table, he pulls the scrap of lace away from my body and flings it across the room, groaning as my bare sex rubs against his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his fingers kneading my hips as his head drops back again. I fucking love when he does that, loses himself in the pleasure of being with me and I crave more of it so I slip out of his grasp, kissing a line down his chest as I lower myself on the bed. When I peek up at him again, his eyes are focused on me, blazing with need and he lifts his hips slightly, encouraging me to suck his length into my mouth as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I watch his face as he fights to keep his eyes open and each breath punches past his lips, reveling in the power I have over him in these moments before I lean down and wrap my lips around the tip. His hand immediately slips into my hair and he releases a soft groan that sounds something like a prayer as his head falls back and his eyes close. The hand in my hair slips down my back, dragging over my skin with reverence as I take all of him, letting him hit the back of my throat as he releases another groan.

“You’re so perfect, Row. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs and my skin tingles with need as his hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere but it’s still not enough. Pulling back, I trail the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock, teasing him as my fingers wrap around the base and I begin pumping him. He groans again, reaching down to play with my nipples and as soon as he grazes them, they tighten with need.

“Oh, God.”

He shakes his head and grabs my arm, pulling me back into his lap with a feral look on his face as he leans in and peppers my face with kisses. “I need you, Princess.”

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching behind me to grab his cock and line it up with my entrance as every cell in my body shakes with anticipation. He presses against me and I glance back at his handsome face as I slowly sink onto his length, inch by glorious inch. A groan slips past his parted lips as his eyes bore into mine and his hands grip my hips. When he’s buried inside me fully, he holds me in his lap and I grab his face in my hands, pressing my lips to his as I circle my hips, loving the way he fills me completely. He drags his lips down my neck to my shoulder and I arch my back as he kisses down to my tit and gently smacks my ass.

“Move, baby.”

I do as instructed, lifting up and slowly sinking back down as he catches my nipple with his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, flicking the little bud with his tongue. I shudder, leaning back and bracing my hands on his thighs as I set a slow, seductive pace with my hips. He releases me with a pop and leans back against the headboard as he grips my waist, watching me ride his cock with fire in his eyes. I can’t stop watching him as he stares down at where we’re joined, skating his tongue over his bottom lip like he wants to taste me and I moan, fighting to keep my eyes open.

His gaze snaps to mine and he growls, reaching forward and hooking a hand around the back of my neck as he drags me back to him and claims my lips. The kiss is fierce, protective, demanding, and possessive like he’s branding me with his lips and everything inside me crumbles at the thought. It’s what I want more than anything - to be truly his and even though I know it will never happen, I let myself dream for a moment. Dream that he and I have a future together, that we could be happy and tears sting my eyes. With a groan, he rips his lips from mine and tucks my head into his neck as he braces his feet on the bed and begins thrusting up into me, wringing every drop of pleasure from my body as I shake in his arms, an orgasm quickly building in my belly.

“Travis,” I cry and he groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he flips me over onto my back and looms above my body, sinking his cock into me again. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as I wrap my legs around his waist and throw my head back with a moan. He slams into me mercilessly and my pussy throbs, demanding more as I spiral out of control. I’m desperate, frantic, needy as I cling to his body and beg for my release. Each time the word “please” passes my lips, Travis groans in my ear, panting and grunting as he fucks me within an inch of my life as sweat pours down our bodies. He pulls back and I meet his eyes.

“Please, baby,” I beg, grabbing the sheet underneath me in one hand as I lift my hips off of the bed to meet him as I reach down with the other hand and circle my clit. “I need to come.”

He groans again, unable to take his eyes off of me as I circle the sensitive little bundle of nerves and my body jerks, so close to the release I’m craving. Reaching up, he wraps a hand around my throat and it is exactly what I need. With a scream, my body erupts and convulses beneath him as waves of pleasure slam into me, again and again, rendering me paralyzed as I coast through them. Travis leans down and presses his lips to mine, the hand around my throat tightening as he thrusts into me two more times and stills above me with a guttural roar before his body relaxes. He drops his forehead to mine and releases my throat as we both gasp for air, drifting down slowly from the intense pleasure and after a few seconds, he sighs and slips out of my body.

I open my eyes and meet his gaze. There is something different shining down at me, something I don’t recognize, and I cock my head to the side as I study him but he doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head and presses his lips to mine again before lying next to me and pulling me into his arms.

“Pretty sure we probably woke up the whole house,” Travis says and I laugh as I cuddle into him. Maybe I should care but I just don’t - especially when I know our time is limited. Sighing, I drag my fingertips over his chest.

“What’s the plan for today?”

He shrugs. “I figure it’s about time I get back into the case and try to figure out who the fuck Warren is.”

“I saw him, you know.”

“What?” he snaps, jumping up and caging me in between his arms as he stares down at me. “What do you mean you saw him?”

I suck in a breath and shudder at the memory. “After he rode by with the knife, you all were distracted by Blaze and he lifted his visor and let me see his face. He smiled and winked at me… it was fucking terrifying but you were right about him, he’s completely unmemorable.”

“Shit, baby,” he whispers, falling to my side and staring up at the ceiling as his jaw ticks. “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t do a better job of protecting you.”

I prop myself up on my elbow. “It’s not your fault, Travis. The whole thing was… no one was thinking clearly, okay? Hell, even Tate wasn’t acting like herself.”