Grand Slam (The Boys of Summer 3) - Page 45

Saylor breaks away from our kiss and arches her back, giving me ample space to kiss her neck. “Shh,” I remind her when she cries out.

“I’m close,” she tells me.

Sitting back on my knees, I pull her hips to meet my thrust. My thumb once again brushes over her clit as she covers her mouth with a pillow. She bucks wildly, and her legs quiver as her walls squeeze me for everything that I can give. Each pump brings me closer to the edge until I’m falling on top of her and groaning into the same pillow she used to capture her cries.

I’m breathing heavily as I roll off of her. She removes the pillow and sits up. “Where are you going?” I ask as panic starts to set in.

She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles, removing any doubt that she might regret what happened between us.

“To find something to sleep in.”

“My shirt works,” I say, winking at her, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t want Lucy to see me in that. She’ll ask questions, and I don’t know what to tell her.”

“Fair enough.” I roll to the side and pull the condom off. I look around her room for something to put it in, only for her to hand me a tissue. “Thanks.” I put my boxer briefs and my T-shirt back on before sneaking off to the bathroom, surprised to find Saylor following me.

I barely have enough time to dispose of the wadded-up tissue when she shuts the door, enclosing us in the tiny space. “What are you doing?” I ask her in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I wanted to see you in the light,” she says as her hands move up my chest. She’s killing me, because all I want to do is jump into the shower with her and take her again, but this time I want to fuck her Travis Kidd–style. When she reaches into my boxer briefs, I have to step away.

“I only had one condom, Saylor.”

“Oh,” she says, backing up. I reach for her before she gets too far.

“Listen to me.” I cup her cheek, holding her in place. “I’d do this over and over again in a heartbeat, and I promise to make it up to you tomorrow. I’ll make love to you first and then finish the night by fucking you senseless. I remember how you like it from behind, how you loved it when I pulled your hair while I drilled into your pussy.” Her cheeks flush as she swallows. I kiss her hard, plunging my tongue into her mouth while she collapses into me. I swat her bottom, making her yelp. “Do what you need to and meet me in your bed. I’ll be waiting to tease you while you sleep in my arms.”

It’s only a matter of minutes before she returns and crawls right into the open space, snuggling in next to me. “Roll over,” I tell her so I can spoon her. “Do you feel that?” I ask, thrusting my erection into her ass.

“Travis.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s how much I want you right now. Be prepared for tomorrow night.” I kiss her behind her ear and pull her closer to me.

I close my eyes but never find sleep. My mind is plagued by thoughts of Lucy complaining to Saylor about what happened with the kids at the ice rink. The last thing I want to do is hurt either of them, and that is exactly what I did tonight. I put the fans first because that’s what I’m used to doing, but I can’t continue to do that if I’m going to be in Lucy and Saylor’s lives. They deserve my undivided attention, no matter where we are.

Saylor’s door swings open, and the shadow from the hallway shows a tiny person. And like I did in high school, I’m off the bed and hiding on the floor while Saylor sits up.

“What’s wrong, Lucy?”

I close my eyes and hold my breath, praying that she doesn’t walk over to this side of the bed to climb in. This must be what others have said about dating a single mother—the trials and tribulations of late-night visits from children. I don’t give a fuck, though, because I love the fact that I get to be the man Saylor needs and be a father figure to Lucy. Being with them is going to make me love harder and put more effort into building a relationship.

“I heard some noises.”

I stifle my laugh and make a mental note to add music next time we’re getting busy.

“Well, I don’t hear anything. I’ll tuck you back in.”

“Where’s Travis?” she asks. I want to yell, “Looking under your mom’s bed for monsters,” but realize that Saylor may not appreciate my humor.

“I’m sure he’s home.”

“Well, he forgot his coat. I bet he gets a cold.”

Once the door shuts, I sit up and laugh into the comforter that’s hanging over the side of the bed. When Saylor returns, she’s muttering something unintelligible.

“What are you still doing on the floor?”

I reach for her, pulling her into my lap. “I was thinking that maybe I didn’t satisfy you enough and thought I could at least get you off with my fingers.” It’s not the first time I’ve used sex to defuse a situation.

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