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Kirsten bolts off the couch and steps into my space. Tears rim her eyes as she holds my weary gaze. “Benji, no…”
Saliva pools in my mouth as emotion clogs my throat. The backs of my eyes burn, but I refuse to let a single tear fall. I lift a hand to her face and brush my knuckles down her jaw. “It’s okay, sparkles.” Swallowing, I nod. “No matter what, you’ll always be my friend.”
“Best friend,” she chokes out.
“Best friend,” I repeat, tilting her chin up. Then I lean in and press a chaste kiss to her soft lips. “I love you, Kirsten.” I drop my hand and step back. “But it’s time for me to go home.”
And before she says another word, I pivot on my heel, rush to the foyer, scoop up my bag, and walk out the door.
THIRTY-NINE
KIRSTEN
One day.Just one.
One day of normalcy. One day without a text or phone call asking if I am okay, if I slept peacefully. A single day without half the town showing up at my front door with a casserole dish or sympathetic smile or random bouquet of flowers or confections.
Just one damn day without people hovering as if I’ll break. One day that I don’t feel people staring at me as I add groceries to my cart. One day without the whispers and gossip and the occasionalShe’s lucky to be alive.
All I want is one day.
To wake up beside Travis and start the day with mind blowing sex and an equally hot shower. To dress in a slightly revealing V-neck and worn denim before adding a light layer of makeup to my face. To hop online and do a live with my followers. To walk into work, tie on my apron, greet everyone who enters with a warm smile, and receive one in return. To hear the Stone Bay gossipmongers talk about something else, anything else.
“One,” I whisper as I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
But that one day isn’t today. Unfortunately.
I spit toothpaste into the sink, stow the toothbrush, and rinse my mouth as Travis secures a towel around his waist. He steps up behind me, fists my hips through the terry cloth hugging my torso, and drops his lips to my bare shoulder. Eyes closed, I tip my head back and give him more access.
Arms band around my middle as he peppers kisses up the length of my neck. He pauses beneath my ear, sucks my pulse point, and growls as I rub myself over his length.
“Much as I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you into next week”—he bites his way down to the curve of my shoulder—“the doorbell will ring any minute.”
“Ugh!” Fingernails bite my palms as fists form at my sides. Lifting my head, I meet Travis’s ambers in the mirror. “Would everyone hate me if I texted and said leave me alone?”
Travis takes my hands in his, relaxing my fingers as he places another kiss on my shoulder. The corner of his mouth crooks up in a panty-melting half smile. “No one will hate you, sunshine.”Kiss. “But it won’t stop them.”Kiss.“And if not today, it’ll be tomorrow and every day that follows for weeks.”
I close my eyes, shake like a petulant child not getting what they want, and groan louder than necessary. “Fine,” I bite out. “But if anyone treats me like I’m some breakable object, I’m kicking them out.”
Chuckling, Travis holds his hands up in surrender. “Your call, sunshine.” Then he invades my space again. Fists my hips with strong hands. Brings his lips to my ear and nips the lobe. “But what if I want to break you.”
A shameless moan slips from my lips as my eyes roll back. I reach up and release the tucked end of my towel. Tempt him one more time. Bare myself to him as I bite my bottom lip.
Skin hot and pink from the shower, I trail my hands up my body. Over the curves of my hips and dip of my waist. Pert rosy nipples reflect in the mirror and beg for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. His eyes fixed on my fingers, I cup my breasts and squeeze once before pinching both nipples between my fingers. His hands on my hips grip harder, firmer as I tug my nipples. A brusque moan rumbles in his chest, sending a delicious shiver through my body.
His eyes fall shut as the muscles of his jaw tighten. Rising and falling, faster and faster, his chest crushes my towel pinned between us. His fingers bruise my hips and hold me in place, his erection thickening between my ass cheeks.
Then his grip on my hips loosens. The muscles of his jaw relax. His breathing settles into its normal rhythm.
He’s fighting it.And fuck, it’s sexy as hell.
But when molten ambers possess my stormy blues in the mirror, Iseehis will caving. And before my next breath, he steps back and both our towels hit the floor.
Hand between my shoulder blades, he forces me down until my cheek smacks the mirror. A finger swipes the length of my slick pussy and I moan.
“Does that turn you on, baby?” He lines the tip of his cock with my entrance, slicking the head with my arousal. “The thought of me breaking you?”
I moan. “Yes.”
