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I don’t even realize I’ve shoved my cock all the way down his throat and kept it there too long, not letting him breathe, until his hands grasp my hips and squeeze tightly. I immediately pull out of his mouth, and he coughs and gasps for air.

Before I can apologize, his eyes spark with a challenge again and he says, “Is that all you’ve got?”

His voice is raspy from the way I was using his throat, and holy hell, I’m not sure either of us is going to survive this.

I slide into his mouth again, attacking it with punishing thrusts, but I make sure to pull back out after a few so he can catch his breath.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Make me choke on it.”

Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck.

There’s no way I’m going to last much longer. I continue to use his mouth, tugging on his hair as I barrel wildly toward my climax. My entire body tenses, and then I pull out right before I shoot, letting my cum land sloppily on his lips and cheek.

It’s not quite my name, but I can almost see it there anyway.

His thumbs trace soothing circles over my hips as we both work to calm our breathing. My legs refuse to hold me up any longer, but I manage to fall over to the side of Travis, rather than sitting on his chest and crushing him. He reaches for me, tugging me back in closer, and we lie there in a tangle of limbs.

Then, slowly, I regain control of my brain and body. I look at Travis’s face covered in my cum and realize, regretfully, that I should help clean him off.

“Hold on,” I say, getting up and making my way to the ensuite. I grab a washcloth and dampen it with warm water before going back to him.

As I rest one knee on the bed and lean over him to wipe the mess from his cheek, I notice most of it is gone from his lips. I’m pretty sure he licked it off, and that thought sends another flare of possessiveness through me. Which, now that my mind isn’t clouded with lust, I realize is crazy.

We may be having explosive hookups, but Travis isn’t mine. And I need to remember that.

But damn, he makes it hard when he smiles lazily at me and encourages me to lie back down with him. I snuggle up against his side, throwing one leg over his and resting my head on his chest. His arm winds around my back, holding me to him.

We’re both quiet for a couple minutes, and I could easily fall asleep like this, but then he speaks up.

“How do you really feel about May not doing the games with you? Are you okay?”

Ugh. Way to ruin the afterglow.

I should say yes, because how selfish would it be to admit I want my daughter all to myself? I want to remain her best friend forever, the most important person in her world. And I know that’s unfair.

Sighing, I say, “It’s fine. As long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy.” Which is true enough. But my orgasm must have drained all of the pretense out of me, because I can’t completely hide the sting of her decision. “It just sucks to feel like I’m being replaced.”

“You’re definitely not being replaced,” Travis says.

“I know that rationally,” I tell him. “But I’ve never really had to share May with anyone else before. I know it’s a good thing though. She deserves to have her grandparents in her life. She deserves more family to love her.”

I don’t ever want her to feel as alone as I have after losing so many people close to me.

Travis runs his hand up my spine and cups the back of my head. “You deserve that too. Family. People to love you.”

“I have May.” My daughter loves me, and that should be enough. There’s no need for me to be getting choked up here, but I am, and I hate it.

“You have other people too, you know,” he says gently. “Family doesn’t have to be blood. You have so many friends in this town, people who care about you.”

I close my eyes, holding back tears. I might have a lot of friends, but it’s not the same thing. I’ve never had another friend like April. And maybe it’s my own fault. After everything I’ve been through, I have a tendency to not let people in all the way, not let anyone else get too close.

Because I don’t think I could survive losing someone else I care about that much.

“And you have Elise and Grant just as much as May does,” Travis adds, unintentionally twisting the knife deeper.

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you do,” he argues. “Even if you don’t realize it or can’t accept it yet.”

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