Page 6 of Fall From Grace
I pick up her robe from the floor and help her into it, trying to act like a gentleman, but those primal urges take over, causing me to toss her over my shoulder and leave the bar just like all the other guys did and take her back to my place for the night.
six
Grace
“Maybe we should setsome ground rules before this goes any further,” Travis breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, searching for something, I’m just not sure what.
Clearing my throat, I slide off his lap to give myself a moment to gather my thoughts. “Sure, what were you thinking?"
He keeps staring into my eyes until I want to squirm. Staying composed, I wait for him to respond. “Sky said your nursing assignment in Wintervale is only for three weeks. I thought, instead of fighting our proven chemistry, we could be friends with benefits while you’re here.”
Being shocked is an understatement, but what else can I expect—we've both hurt each other pretty badly in the past. “That sounds like a perfect plan,” I say, biting my tongue to stop myself from telling him I want more than a friends with benefits situation.
He continues to study me before finally speaking again, “Okay, well, if we are both in agreement, there are a couple of things I’d like to add.”
I sit up straighter on the couch, “Sure, like what?”
“While we’re together, it’s just the two of us, no seeing other people.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes as he continues. “If at any point either one of us decides we want to see other people, this ends, or when it’s time for you to leave for your next travel assignment.”
His words hit me hard, but I stay calm. I’ve had more time to accept how we ended things last time. Travis needs more time to catch up. “Deal,” I say without hesitation. I’ll do whatever it takes to win Travis back—everything I have, including my body. I crawl back onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “There’s one thing I’ve really missed.” I place a soft kiss on his lips, biting his lower lip playfully before kissing my way down his T-shirt-covered chest until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. I unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, the hiss of the metal matching his sharp intake of breath. He lifts his hips from the couch, helping me free him from his pants.
I lick my lips, mesmerized at his hard shaft jutting straight in the air toward my mouth, like it’s begging for my tongue. He growlsat the first contact of my lips on the tip. I run my tongue up and down his cock, feeling powerful as he fights for control, trying not to spill his seed too fast. “Shit, Grace.” His hips buck wildly as I finally take him as far as I can in my mouth. He’s a big man who is big everywhere.
I moan at the weight of him in my mouth, pressing my legs together as the intense pulse between my thighs intensifies. I only pull back briefly to take a deep breath, then try to take more of him, feeling the tip at the back of my throat. My eyes water, and I gag slightly, but hearing him moan my name pushes me beyond my comfort zone.
Pushing past my limit, I take him deeper, causing me to cough and choke. I pull back, my heart pounding as I stare at the huge cock in my hand—it’s even bigger than I remember.
“Are you okay, Grace?” He places his hand over mine, stilling my movements.
“I’m fine. It’s just a lot bigger than I remembered.”
“A man loves to hear that, baby.” The smile on his face takes me back to a year ago, when I first saw his cock and told him how big it was then. “Don’t worry, we have three weeks to get you trained to take the whole thing again.” He stands and finishes removing his clothes, taking his delicious shaft away from me. I pout when he lifts me off the ground and into his arms, still mad at him for depriving me of his cock. “Damn, I forgot how much you love sucking my cock.” He carries me into his bedroom and gently lays me on his bed, his body following mine as he traps me on the mattress beneath him. My body tenses as I think aboutthe other women he’s probably slept with here after we broke up. He must sense the change in my mood when he asks, “What’s wrong, Grace?”
“It’s nothing.” I paste a smile on my face, trying not to think about the nameless, faceless women who have shared his bed since we broke up.
He pushes away from me, rolling onto his side, “It’s not nothing, Grace. Tell me what’s wrong.” His fingertips dance across my nipples, causing me to arch my back into his touch and purr like a kitten, before he snatches his hand back, denying me his touch until I tell him what’s bothering me.
“Maybe we should have gone to a hotel or something.” I look at a spot on the wall, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
“Why would we do that when I have a perfectly good bed here?” He looks utterly confused, and I silently curse the fact that he left the light on so I can see every emotion that crosses his face.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, hesitating before I respond. When I realize I’m not going to win this battle of wills, I give in. “I’m not sure I can have sex with you here.” I turn to him, needing him to understand my unrealistic feelings. We were broken up. He had every right to sleep with as many women as he wanted. It just hurts that we were each other's firsts, and he has been my only. “I have no right to feel this way, but I can’t have sex with you in this bed knowing you’ve been with other women in here,” I say in a rush, the tears threatening to fall from my eyes, and I look away. “I know we were each other’s firsts. I had always hoped that we would be each other’s only.” I shrug as my heart breaks. Inever should have come back here. How did I ever think I could survive knowing he had been with other women, giving them the pleasure I thought would be mine forever? “Even though we were apart, I never slept with anyone else.”
“You don’t know how happy that makes me, Grace. But you had every right to sleep with whoever you wanted. I did too. Do you want to know how many women I’ve slept with after you?” He places his fingers under my chin and tilts my head so I’m looking directly into his eyes. Is he really that cruel—to make me look into his eyes as he tells me how many women he’s slept with these last ten months? How could I have been so mistaken about him? “Zero.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips as I let out a sigh of relief. “The only action I’ve gotten in the last ten months, three days, eight hours, and nine minutes, is from my hand, and it was a poor substitute.”
A shaky laugh escapes my mouth as I realize he’s counted down to the minute how long we’ve been apart, just like I have. “You know I never wanted to leave you and take that assignment.” His eyes widen in surprise. “It was stupid of me to push you by telling you I had accepted the position, when all I really wanted was for you to tell me you wanted me to stay with you forever.” The confession feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
He doesn’t say a word, only continues to stare at me as if I’ve grown two heads, making me feel exposed. I grab the sheet and try to cover my nearly naked body, needing some protection when he reaches for my hand and stops me. “Don’t.” Lifting my hands above my head with one hand and pinning them to the mattress, he rolls over me and reaches for the nightstand with his other hand. Before I understand what is happening, hehas me rolled on top of him, and he’s holding out a diamond engagement ring. “The night we broke up, I had planned on proposing to you. I had this ring and everything. I don’t know if it was my nerves, but even though I knew the moment I met you, I wanted you forever, it spooked me when I thought you preferred your travel job to me, so I didn’t even bother to ask you to marry me. Instead, like a fool, I let you walk out of my life.”
The tears start to fall, “I would have said yes, because I knew from the first time I saw you, I wanted to be with you forever, too.”
“Is your answer still yes?”
“Yes.” I blink back the tears and throw my arms around him. “I love you, Travis.
He pulls himself free from my death grip and slides the ring onto my finger, “I love you too, Grace. Will you do the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shout at the top of my lungs, not caring if the whole neighborhood hears me.
