I didn’t wait for a response, lacing my fingers with hers and dragging her around the side of the house, through a partially framed garage, into the only finished room on the property.
It was a storage room in the back of the garage that we stored tools in at night, and it was going to have to work because I was too desperate for her to get any further away from prying eyes.
The only things inside were a saw, a stack of plywood and me—losing every shred of self-control I had.
Slamming the door shut behind us, I pushed her up against it. The lock was on the outside, which meant I had to stop someone from walking in like this.
“Travis—”
“Did you come here to tease me?” I demanded, pinning her back against the rough surface, “Looking like sin, talking like you wanted me to snap?”
She bit her lip but didn’t deny it.
That was all it took.
I undid her jeans, and she shimmied them off one leg before she climbed me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as I dropped my tool belt to the ground with a thud.
“I’ve been hard for you fordays, Frankie.”
“Show me.” She panted, “Use me.”
Her breath hitched as I thrust my fingers into the heat between her thighs, groaning at how wet she already was.
“You want fast?” I rasped, “Or do you want to be ruined?”
She gasped, grinding against my fingers, “Both, baby.”
Fuck me.
I undid my jeans, gritting my teeth and lining myself up, pushing into her slowly just to hear that sharp inhale.
The one that made me feel like a fucking God.
“Travis—oh my God.”
“Shh,” I whispered, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips as I started to thrust. “You’re going to get us caught.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, “I don’t care.”
I didn’t either. Not when she was that tight. Not when her breath stuttered against my ear and her thighs clenched like, she never wanted to let me go.
“You came for Eli on the phone last night?” I questioned her as I slammed into her, rattling the door on the hinges.
“Yes.” She moaned, digging her nails into my neck as she stared right at me, making the sexiest eye contact of my life. “And he came for me too.”
“Damn,” I growled. “That’s hot.”
“You don’t hate it?” She leaned in and licked my neck before biting it, leaving an impression of her teeth. “You aren’t jealous that I called him and not you?”
“No,” I slammed into her hard enough to make the door creak like it was going to give way. “Because it’s not a competition, Shade. He’s not my rival. He’s my best friend.”
“God,” She moaned. “You guys are crazy. And I love it. He told me to blow your mind the next time I saw you, and you’re fucking my brains out even as I talk about how he made me come last night. Wild.”
We moved together as if we’d done it a thousand times.
Rough and perfect.
Frantic and filthy.
