Page 103 of Kylie

“She saw us,” I whispered into the darkness.

Travis abruptly stopped moving. “When?”

“Just now.” I shifted my hips, attempting to get him to move again.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm hmm.” I grunted. “Fuck me, Trav. Now.”

“Was she in here?”

“At the door.” I groaned, desperate for him to continue.

I wasn’t ready for this to be over. It had been a week since I’d felt this man inside me. I hated that we were sneaking around, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Now that we were here, I needed my husband to finish what I started.

“Please, Trav,” I whispered, letting him hear the plea in my tone.

A soft growl rumbled in Travis’s chest before he abruptly pulled out of me. Before I could beg more, he manhandled me, flipping me over. I went willingly, settling on my knees and thrusting my ass backward, inviting him to continue. He didn’t waste time, his cock sliding in deep. He began moving again, his hips rolling forward, easing back. He filled me so perfectly. It was exquisite torture, something I’d missed this past week.

Travis slowed. “Do you think she’s upset?”

“Finish fuckin’ me, and we’ll go find out.”

A soft chuckle sounded before he began to move, this time in earnest.

I clutched the sheet in my fists as Travis drove into me deep, hard. For the next few minutes, we were lost in the sensations, overcome by the pleasure. With my eyes closed, I could see Kylie standing there, peeking through the crack in the door. I imagined her coming into the room, joining us. God, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me again. I longed to become one with her. I thought about it often, but no matter what erotic image took up residence in my head, I reminded myself that she was healing from her trauma and it would take time. She wasn’t physically ready for what we once had. Probably not emotionally either. I had to be patient.

But not with Travis.

“Fuck,” I hissed, reaching beneath me to fist my cock.

“That’s it, baby,” Travis growled, his deep baritone rough in my ear. “Come for me so I can come in this tight fuckin’ ass.”

This man. Fuck. He always knew just what to say, just how to say it, to skyrocket me right to that inevitable space between bliss and euphoria. And I was there, hovering on the brink, clinging to the pleasure for a few more seconds.

“Come for me, Gage,” Travis growled roughly, his hand curling over mine, our fingers entwined.

That did it.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, squeezing his fingers in a silent plea for him to come with me.

And he did.

Ten minutes later, after a quick clean-up, I followed Travis into our bedroom.

Kylie was in the middle of the bed, curled up on her side, eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if she was asleep or merely pretending, but I did my best not to disrupt her as I crawled in behind her. When I put my arm over her hip, spooning against her back, she relaxed into me. That simple move made my heart swell, the love I felt for this woman growing tenfold, though I didn’t think it was possible to love her more than I already did.

“You okay?” I asked, pressing my lips to her hair.

“Fine.”

The clipped tone didn’t match her relaxed state, but I tried not to read anything into it. I knew she had seen us downstairs, but I wasn’t sure it was a topic she wanted to discuss.

A few minutes later, after Travis had gotten comfortable, I realized it was something Kylie intended to address when she sighed heavily and cleared her throat.

I waited for what came next.

“It might be easier if I sleep in the guest room.”