Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 3) (22 page)

She was everything and he’d waited a damn long time to find her. He wouldn’t let her go without a fight. Luckily she seemed more than content to make her future with him. He’d even mentioned marriage and she hadn’t bolted for the hills as he’d feared.

“Turn over, sweetheart,” he said in a voice like gravel, the words sticking in his too tight throat. “Time for your front.”

Travis hadn’t thought this through.

Aubrey was lying before him like the most sumptuous buffet he could imagine. His erection became painful and his balls drew up closer to his body and he hadn’t even been touched yet. This was going to be a long night. Every ounce of blood in his body had rushed to his shaft and now he was gazing at her, probably looking dumbstruck as if he’d never seen a naked woman before.

Snap out of it. Fuck, it’s like a furnace in this bedroom.

He gathered more lotion in his palm and ran his hands up and down her legs, her eyes fluttering closed and her lips parted on a sigh of pleasure. He avoided any contact with her most private parts, skipping up to her shoulders and arms but that didn’t stop her from writhing under his touch, her hips lifting in invitation. He’d wanted this to go on for much longer but he wasn’t sure he could hold back another minute. His mind wasn’t working properly and all he could think about was how it was going to feel when she was hot and tight around him, their bodies joined as intimately as possible.

Christ, I’m a mess. Take a deep breath and be patient.

“Travis,” Aubrey breathed, her voice a mere wisp of sound that tugged mightily at his heart and farther south as well. “I need you.”

“You’ve got me, baby.” He massaged lotion into her full breasts, the nipples tightening under his palms. “Every bit of me.”

Plucking at the pale pink tips, he lowered his head and drew one into his mouth before laving it with his tongue, the vanilla scent from her skin wrapping around him. Aubrey hissed with pleasure and her fingernails dug into his shoulders, sending a rocket of pleasure and pain straight to his already aching groin. He was hot, hard, horny as hell, and he only had himself to blame for being frustrated. He’d started this game and he needed to see it through.

After lavishing attention on her nipples he kissed a trail over her belly while he pushed her legs farther apart, situating himself between them. Her fingers curled in his hair, tugging deliciously as he licked up and down her slit, avoiding the one spot she wanted him the most.

Flames coursed through his limbs and settled in his abdomen as his tongue traced patterns around her clit but never giving her the rhythm she needed to go over the cliff. Her legs shook as she pressed her thighs to his head and he dipped two fingers in her tight channel, coming back drenched in her honey.

“Do you want to come, baby? You need to tell me if you do,” he cajoled, his fingers slipping deep inside of her and finding that sweet spot that made her wild.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy. He fucking loved seeing her like this knowing she was feeling the same things he was. Their lovemaking was more than sex. It bonded them together more closely each and every time. “Please, Travis.”

“Whatever my lady wants, she gets.”

Flattening his tongue, he swiped it back and forth over the top of her clit before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth lightly scraping the sides. Her response was swift and vocal.

Arching her back, her channel walls tightened on his fingers and a rush of honey drenched his hand. She called out his name over and over as the waves made her body tremble and quake. Travis wasted no time, not letting her come down completely from her high. He ripped off his sweatpants and boxers, impaling her in one deep, soul-destroying thrust.

Groaning, the pleasure rushed from his hard length, down his balls, through his legs, and up his spine. Tight. Hot. Wet. So fucking perfect. He began to move and she rocked her hips in time, her fingers digging into his buttocks.

“Harder. Faster.”

He sped up, the sweat pooling at his lower back and his jaw clenched as the pressure built at the base of his spine. Holding back was pure torture but he wanted Aubrey to fly apart one more time before he let himself go. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they set a punishing pace, every stroke rubbing against her already sensitized clit. He felt her clench around him and knew she was almost there.

“Come for me. Let go, I’ve got you.”

And you’ve got me.

He was relentless, pistoning in and out of her like a metronome, the sweat pouring off of him and the pressure in his balls turning to excruciating agony. He thought he might burst a blood vessel but then her walls fluttered and clenched, her back arching and his name on her lips.

Her climax wrung his own from him, black spots dotted his vision and it felt like he was being turned inside out as his seed shot from his balls and deep inside of his most perfect woman. He groaned a few words that he couldn’t even understand and collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged chunks as he sucked air into his starved lungs. Her fingers trailed up and down his damp spine and he heard her sigh of satisfaction. They stayed just like that as the world ceased to spin around them, time having no meaning as their lips met one more time in a kiss of love and tenderness.

When some blood had returned to his brain he realized he was crushing the woman he loved to death and he rolled over on his back, his arm around her pulling her close so he wouldn’t miss a moment of feeling her skin next to his.

She laid her cheek on his chest and traced patterns on his belly. “I can hear your heart racing.”

What they had just shared was too monumental. He couldn’t keep the words inside any longer.

“It doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s your heart now.”

Travis could feel Aubrey hold her breath and he could swear that same heart in question stopped beating for a moment as he waited for her response. When he didn’t get one, he knew he’d fucked up.

It was too soon.

He’d pushed too hard.

She just didn’t love him.

Then she sat up and looked him right in the eye, a few shimmery silver tears sliding down her cheeks.

“I’ll take good care of it. I promise. I love you, Travis.”

Her voice was shaky but she never looked away, not trying to hide her crying. This wasn’t the moment to try and be cool. He was as overcome with emotion, if not more. His mouth and tongue didn’t seem to be working very well and it took him a few tries before he was able to form actual words.

“I love you too. So very much.”

They cuddled together, pressed close from head to toe. No more words needed to be said. They’d crossed a milestone and everything at that moment became better. It became more.

He would spend the rest of his life loving, adoring, and protecting Aubrey Grayson.

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A
ubrey, Travis, and
Shane were having breakfast downstairs in the hotel dining room the next morning and she and Travis kept sneaking looks at each other and smiling while holding hands under the table. Apparently they hadn’t been all that inconspicuous though, because finally Shane slapped his fork down with a mock sigh of frustration.

“I can just find a table by myself if you’d like me gone. I feel like the proverbial fifth wheel. I can only imagine what happened between you two after I fell asleep.” Shane held up his hands with a grin. “And I sure as hell don’t want to know either. But both of you have been giving each other sly smiles since I opened my eyes this morning. I’m happy for you and all, but please don’t offend my delicate sensibilities and start going at it right here on the table. I’m way too innocent for that.”

Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, Aubrey couldn’t contain her nervous giggle. “Innocent? You? I have never heard anyone describe you that way, Shane Anderson. Not one. In fact, I heard a story about you, Sissie Mae Watkins, and a hay loft that just about curled my hair. Is it true?”

Travis chuckled over his coffee cup and nodded, not giving his cousin a chance to answer. “Shane can’t even see innocent in the rearview mirror—that’s how far he is from it. And yes, that story is true. Every damn word. Hell, there are probably parts we haven’t even heard about that would scar us for life.”

Shane groaned and signaled to the waitress for a coffee refill. “I don’t have to take this abuse.”

“Yes, you do,” Travis laughed. “You earned every bit of it. Admit it, you enjoy your debauched life.”

A grin spread across Shane’s handsome face. All the Anderson men were too gorgeous for their own good. “Every single second of it, and Sissie Mae is a particularly pleasant memory, if I may say so. That was a good night.”

The waitress refilled their coffees but Travis barely noticed. He appeared to be enjoying this trip down memory lane. “You almost burned the Watkins’s barn down. I think her daddy still has a restraining order on you.”

“You worry too much,” Shane scoffed as his phone began to chime. “It was just a little harmless fun and no one got hurt. Seriously, anyway. Excuse me, I need to take this.”

He swiped the screen and stepped away from the table to the outdoor patio, the day already sunny and warm, leaving Aubrey and Travis alone at the table.

“He’s right, you know. I can’t take my eyes off of you. You look even more beautiful than usual this morning.” Travis lifted her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles and then her fingertips, his gaze taking in the simple white sundress she’d chosen to wear today. “I love you.”

Her throat tightened up and her breath quickened. Would he always have this potent of an effect on her? “I love you too. A lot.”

“Good, because that’s how I feel too.” He leaned closer and she could smell his fresh from the shower scent, yummy enough to make her want to abandon her breakfast and drag him upstairs, stripping the conservative khaki pants and shirt from his delectable body. “What would you say if I planned a vacation for us? Just you and me. No work and no interruptions.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a vacation.”

Travis grimaced as his gaze strayed to where Shane was standing outside the windows of the restaurant. “It certainly hasn’t turned out to be much of one. I want us to have a real vacation. How about I rent one of those beach houses and we go somewhere that doesn’t have Wi-Fi?”

He was dreaming and Aubrey knew it better than anyone. “I keep your schedule, remember? When do you think we’ll find this magic time in your calendar? You’re booked for the next six months or more. The only reason we were able to come here is because you can work from the suite.” She patted his hand comfortingly. “It’s okay. I know that you’re an incredibly busy man. I’ve told you before but I’ll say it again. I don’t need you to cater to me, Travis. I’m independent and can take care of myself.”

Instead of being happy or relieved he was actually scowling at her words. “I wouldn’t mind it if you needed me just a little bit. I like taking care of you.”

“I do need you.” Aubrey tried to put as much feeling into her words as possible, wanting Travis to understand. “I need you to love me. I need you in my life because I love having you there. But I don’t need you to pay my bills or make everything in my life perfect. That’s not your job. I wouldn’t be much of a partner if I didn’t row the boat with you.”

“What if you get tired of rowing?”

“What if you do?” she shot back. “Your needs are just as important as mine.”

She stopped there, letting her words sink into the hard head of the stubborn as hell man she loved more than anything in the world. His sense of honor was one of the reasons she admired him so much but it was going to be the death of her. She wanted a man by her side, not a father looking over her shoulder.

Their conversation wouldn’t be finished however as Shane joined them again, slapping his phone down on the table. “That was an interesting conversation.”

“Are you going to share with the class?” Travis asked, sitting back in his chair. He looked relaxed but Aubrey could see the tension that had crept into his frame. He was taking this entire murder case onto his own shoulders, wanting to clear Martin’s name.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Shane leaned forward, his gaze circling the dining room and then coming back to rest on Aubrey and Travis. “That was the reporter contact I made at the local newspaper. He told me a few fascinating things, first and foremost that although it’s only a preliminary report, the coroner is leaning toward ruling Iris’s death an accident.”

Aubrey’s jaw fell open. “An accident? How can that be?”

“According to the reporter, her blood alcohol level was twice the legal limit which means she was probably feeling no pain when she went into the water. In her room was an almost empty champagne bottle so it looks like she drank the whole thing. Their theory is she got drunk because she was upset about Bruce’s death, took a walk outside maybe to get some air, then fell in the pool and was so incapacitated she couldn’t get out.”

Travis rubbed his chin, obviously not convinced. “This looks fishy to me. First, we’re to believe that she was depressed, which when you and Aubrey talked to her she clearly was not. Then I have to buy into the fact that she drank an entire bottle of champagne. By herself. Don’t people drink champagne to celebrate things? And then she wandered outside to the pool, fell in, and drowned. I’m not feeling this.”