Breaking Travis (The West Series Book 5) (6 page)

Holly’s place would be finished in the next few months. The park would be finished before that, but the theater project was going to take a full year, if not more. Since Roger was overseeing both of the rebuilds and his time was currently focused on Holly’s place, he had to show himself inside. Demolition had already taken place, but where Holly’s place now had electric and plumbing, and some walls had been put up, the theater was still bare.

When he’d walked in and found no electricity, he should have called it a day, but instead he’d found a large flashlight and had walked around writing notes until his hand and head hurt from thinking about everything that needed to be done. His father had drawn up plans for both places, and he’d spent a good portion of the evening last night looking them over in his home office. He had to admit that his father had been a genius at architecture. Sure, he’d come up with a few of his own ideas, but his father had a way of putting it all together.

He wondered why his dad hadn’t started all this earlier. Then a memory popped into his head of his parents fighting and he knew why. His mother. She’d always opposed him spending his time on projects. Especially after the Mustang incident. He frowned a little, remembering how hurt he and his father had been when his mother had rejected the car and tuned her nose up at all the hard work they had done. The car had sat in the garage, untouched, ever since. Even his father wouldn’t drive it. There had been a sour taste in their mouths regarding it, and he wondered why they hadn’t just sold it years ago.

It took him almost two hours to go through the old building. When he walked out, he looked down at his dusty clothes and wished desperately for a shower. As he walked the four blocks to the house, he found himself thinking of Holly again. He chuckled every time he thought of her breaking Savannah’s nose. He would have paid anything to have been in that restroom when she’d struck the blow. Not that he condoned violence, or that he wanted to see Savannah suffer. He’d dated her frequently enough over the years that he probably knew her better than most people in town did.

Savannah had a soft side but at the drop of a dime she could turn into the biggest bitch. It was one of the reasons he chose to steer clear of her now. He didn’t want to get mixed up in her web again. She still looked great, although he’d noticed that she was a lot heavier than when she’d surprised him and showed up in Vegas. She’d desperately tried to get him to come back to Fairplay, and when he’d been determined not to, she’d gotten bored and had left.

He stepped through the back door and toed off his shoes. When he thought about heading upstairs to shower, he cringed. He hated showering in his parents’ shower, but his bathroom had been painted a pale pink, and he hated going into it. It reminded him of Pepto Bismol. There was a list of things that needed to be done to the old place before he could put it on the market; he just wished they were done already.

Stripping off his shirt and pants, he walked back outside and hit the switch to the pool cover. He smiled when he saw the crystal clear water and jumped right into the pool in his boxers.

He swam a few laps, cooling off in the water, then flipped over and floated as he watched the colors of the sunset form above his head. He’d missed the quiet of living in the country. Maybe that’s why he’d thought about staying in Montana. He’d gone up there earlier this month for a few fights and, after winning them all, Randy had booked more in Billings and he hadn’t complained. It was a hundred times better than being stuck in Vegas. Especially since he’d gone clean shortly after arriving in town.

He shook his head remembering how he’d cleaned up, thankful for the man who had not only saved him from a lifetime in prison, but had helped mold him into what he was today.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Holly standing next to the edge of the pool, bathing suit on and towel in her hand. “I…I didn’t know you were going for a swim. I’ll come back later.” She turned to go.

“Why?” He started treading water. “It’s a big pool.” He nodded to the water. He felt himself stir at the sight of her in the small red suit.

She bit her bottom lip and then turned to set her towel down on one of the lawn chairs that sat around the pool. When she turned around, he noticed the small tattoo above her hip. He couldn’t help but smile at the small pair of boxing gloves with a pink rose above them.

“For your father?” He nodded to the tattoo. She turned and glanced back, like she’d forgotten it was back there, then nodded.

“What about yours?” She held onto the railing and stepped slowly into the water. His mouth went dry as he watched her nipples pucker as the cold water hit her skin.

“Mine?” he asked after a moment. He’d forgotten what they were talking about. His eyes refused to move away from the perfect breasts.

“Your tattoos? You have a few of them.” She nodded to his arms and chest.

He looked down at his arms and chest. “Some of them I got when I was young and stupid.” He looked at the dark design around his left shoulder that held no meaning other than the desire to spend his parents’ money and piss his mom off. Then he looked just below it and frowned. “Other ones remind me of what not to do in life. Of where I’ve been and a promise to never go there again.”

“I like the wings.” He looked up as she nodded to his chest. She was standing just a few feet away from him now in the shallow water.

“Freedom,” he said, not focusing on the conversation.

“From?” She moved closer.

“Here,” he blurted out, not paying attention.

“Was it that bad? Being here?”

He nodded. “Wouldn’t you feel the same after what happened?”

She shrugged her shoulders, and he watched the water play over her soft skin. He wanted to reach out and touch it, to make sure it was as soft as it looked.

“I guess. It must have been hard,” she said, looking down at his chest, avoiding his eyes.

He hadn’t realized he’d moved closer, until he felt her leg brush up against his. She jolted a little and tried to move back, but he reached out and took hold of her waist under the water. Her skin felt like silk in his hands. Without thinking, he pulled her closer until she was a breath away. The night colors caused her red hair to look like it was glowing. He’d never seen anything like it before. Her skin looked so soft and he wanted to touch it.

“Travis?” she said, just before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried. His hands moved over her skin and he enjoyed the feel of her, the softness of her skin. When her body brushed up against his, he moaned and pulled her closer, rubbing himself up against her, wanting more.

He’d denied himself for too long. Years he’d gone without. Now he didn’t want to deny his starving body the feel of a soft woman. Why would he when she was wrapping her legs around his hips, pressing her core up against his desire.

When he pulled back and looked at her, he realized his breath was coming out in gasps. He tried to steady and level it, but then he noticed that her breath was coming quickly too.

“I’m sorry,” she said, resting her forehead on his. Her eyes were closed and he felt her arms relax around him.

“For?” He smiled a little when she shook her head.

“I guess nothing.” She laughed a little and looked at him nervously. “It’s just been a while.”

He smiled. “For me as well, but you don’t see me apologizing.”

She smiled. “This is a very bad idea,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders.

“Probably,” he agreed, not wanting to make the next move. He had a plan and falling for a small-town bookstore owner wasn’t part of it. But he didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t entertain himself while he was here. The chances of him actually falling for a woman like Holly were slim, so he saw no harm in going for it.

“Then why can’t my mind seem to stop my body?” She moved her hips, sending a wave of pleasure to his groin. He closed his eyes and thrust back and enjoyed the small sound she made.

“Don’t stop it,” he said, taking her mouth. This time he gave in to the urgency he felt. He let his hands travel over her body, enjoying the feel of her nipples puckering under his fingertips. When she moaned and threw her head back, he pulled her suit aside and hoisted her above the water, placing his mouth to the tender peak. She gasped and gripped his hair tighter.

Then he pushed her swimsuit bottom down those sexy legs of hers and pushed a finger gently into her heat. He moaned when he felt her convulse around it as she screamed out. He backed her up until he could hoist her up on the side of the pool and then he held her legs wide as he knelt between her spread legs.

When he touched his tongue to the sensitive skin where his fingers had just been, she screamed again and gripped his hair tightly. He didn’t mind because her taste had flooded all of his senses. She tasted better than he’d imagined. Her hips rocked against his mouth until he tasted her burst onto his tongue.

Then he jumped out of the pool and picked her up, carrying her up the outside stairs into what used to be his apartment.

“Damn,” he said, looking around. Her eyes flew open.

“What?” She looked around while trying to cover herself with her hands.

He would have chuckled, but he was too horny.

“I forgot that none of my stuff is in here. Do you have protection?” He looked around, trying to remember if he had any rubbers in his bag.

She giggled and nodded. “Top drawer next to the bed.”

“Good girl.” He carried her into the back room. When he laid her down on the bed, he reached over and took out a silver package, then moved her legs wider and settled between them again. “You taste like sugar.” He smiled, then used his tongue and licked her lower lips. “Sweet as sugar.” She smiled and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. “You have a way about you.” Her eyes closed as she leaned back and enjoyed him.

When he slid a finger into her, her back arched off the mattress and he felt her legs grow tighter around his shoulders.

“You like that?” He smiled when she moaned and nodded. “You have the most beautiful pussy.”

He didn’t know if it was the three-year hiatus talking or the fact that he’d never seen anything as perfect as she was.

When he finally moved up and positioned himself right outside of her heat, he felt his arms shake, his body shake with anticipation. He wanted the moment to last, but knew that too soon he’d be spent. He wasn’t usually quick; he’d pleased a lot of women in the past. But the last few people he’d slept with had complained that he was a selfish lover. Both Alexis and Savannah had said so.

He felt a shiver of nerves run through him and wanted to hold out as long as he could. For himself and for her. When he slid into her, he closed his eyes and tried hard to focus on making the feeling last. Then she moved and he couldn’t stop his hips from flexing, over and over again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He looked down at her and saw her blue eyes turn darker. Her lips were swollen slightly and when he leaned down and kissed them, he realized she was on the verge of coming. He grabbed her bent leg and hoisted it up to his chest, then reached down and touched her slightly and watched the most beautiful thing he’d seen in years. Her skin flushed, she bit her swollen bottom lip, and she moaned with pleasure. Her wet hair was fanned out over the pillow and all he could think about doing was making her come again and again.

He began to move faster and faster and felt himself building up, but he wanted to wait. Wait until she could come with him this time.

“Please,” she begged.

“What?” he groaned. “Tell me.” He used his hips and held her leg close to his chest, gripping her sweet ass in his hand. His nails dig into the soft skin, and he wished he could bury his face into the softness.

“Travis, come with me.” She shook her head back and forth, and he realized she was on the edge once more. This time he knew he would go with her. Leaning down, he kissed her so deeply that he felt his heart skip as he let himself go completely for the first time in his life.

H
olly lay there and listened to their breathing. What had she done? She’d just had wild, crazy sex with one of the baddest boys in Texas. That’s what! Everyone in Fairplay—hell, in the county— knew what Travis Nolan was. He was no good. Never would be. His father had bailed him out of jail more times than anyone could count.

He was trouble and she’d just had the best sex she’d ever had in her twenty-five years with him. And, God help her, she wanted to do it again. She peeked open one of her eyes and tried to see, but the sun had set and it was now too dark in the room to see anything. Opening both of her eyes, she turned her head and tried to make out his shape.

“I guess you’re going to kick me out now,” he said, chuckling a little.

“No, I wasn’t going to.” She turned and leaned up on her elbow towards him. “Why? Get kicked out of beds a lot?”

He chuckled again. “Not lately.”

She ran her fingers over the muscles in his chest. He had not been this built the last time she’d seen him. Actually, she remembered thinking that he’d gained a beer belly and love handles the last time she saw him, years ago.