Page 3 of Fall From Grace
“It’s still early, are you sure you have to leave?” Sky squeezes me tighter, reminding me how much I’ve missed her. She is the sweetest person I know.
“It’s my first day at the hospital tomorrow. I need my beauty rest.” I gently pull back, disengaging myself from her arms.
“I heard there’s a hot new doctor starting tomorrow. The human resources ladies have already named him the panty melter.” Rayne says, shocking the guys at the table.
“Should the human resources people be talking like that?” Tucker asks what the rest of the guys are thinking.
“Probably not.” Rayne shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. “But they’re usually right when it comes to the new talent at the hospital.”
All three guys’ jaws drop in shock. If they only knew how politically incorrect it is working with a bunch of women—we’re just a little more subtle about it than men, usually.
“I’ll have to take their word for it. I’m not looking to have my panties melted.” At least not by the new doctor—Travis, on the other hand, already has mine soaked.
“Speak for yourself, some of us don’t have a man in our life to scratch our itch.” Tessa wiggles her eyebrows, making all the women at the table laugh and the men groan.
“Gross, Tessa.” Tanner gives an exaggerated full-body shiver of disgust. “I don’t want to hear about my baby sister getting anything scratched.”
“As a nurse, I would advise you never to mention anything about an itch when you’re talking about that area,” Sky says, her face turning red.
“On that note, I’m out of here.” I walk away from the table and out of the bar, thinking about Travis scratching my itch—Sky is right, that does not sound good.
It’s unusually warm for this time of year. I took advantage of the weather by wearing Travis’s favorite dress. It’s not too short, but it really makes my legs look long. He was never able to resist bunching it around my waist and plunging his cock inside me whenever I wore it around him—except tonight.
I step outside, dreading the short walk to my hotel room and spending the night alone. Something else I had hoped would end differently tonight.
“Grace.” Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me toward the alley behind the bar. Normally, I would be shocked, even try to fight back, but I recognize Travis’s voice, and I’m helpless to resist. “What are you doing wearing that dress?” It might be dark outside, but I can see the lust shining in his eyes in the moonlight.
“This old thing,” I tease, twisting my hips from side to side, feeling his huge shaft pressing against my stomach. Damn, we have too many clothes on.
"Shit," he growls, reaching his hand beneath my dress and ripping my panties off. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” Travis looks like a man barely hanging on to his sanity.
“I want you, Travis. Right here, right now.” I run my tongue along the shell of his ear like I know he loves, causing him to lose control.
In a flash, he unbuckles his pants and drops them to his thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrusts inside of me. No foreplay, no taking his time preparing my body, it’s like his sole purpose is centered on his primal urges, which I’m one hundred percent on board with, just ask my soaking wet pussy that is more than ready for his huge cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grinds into me, sinking in deeper with every thrust. It’s a good thing he’s holding me up, or I’d probably melt into a puddle of lust—he feels so amazing inside me. “God, I’ve missed you…this.” He quickly corrects himself, but he’s too late.
“I’ve missed you, too, Travis.” I moan, pushing my hips down, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His fingers dig into my hips, his thrusts becoming more erratic, bouncing me faster and faster until I feel like a doll made for his pleasure. I grip his shoulders tighter as my orgasm crashes over me. “Yes, Travis. Just like that.” My inner muscles squeeze him tight, causing him to unleash inside of me, branding me with his seed.
He presses his forehead against mine, breathing heavily and unevenly. His pupils are dilated with lust until an unseen force replaces that desire, turning into regret. He lifts me off him, setting my feet on the pavement, reminding me we're outsidein an alley just a few feet from the back door of the bar where anyone could walk out and catch us.
“That was a mistake. It will never happen again.” He tucks himself back into his jeans, turns, and walks away from me without looking back—just like the night he left me.
I realize three things in that moment—his cum is running down my legs, that we never kissed, only fucked, and that he still has my panties. That has to mean something.
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Travis
What in the hellwas I thinking, pushing Grace into the alley and fucking her like a wild animal? She deserves better than that—she deserves better than me. It’s been two days since it happened, and I can’t stop thinking about how good she felt in my arms and around my cock.
In my rush to get inside of her, I didn’t even kiss her. That was something we used to spend hours doing—now, given the chance to do it again, I didn’t think about kissing her. I was acting on a primal level—wanting to satisfy my lust in her delectable body. Hell, I didn’t even make sure she was ready for me before I slammed into her.
But she was more than ready—her soaking wet pussy was all the proof I needed.
I try to silence those thoughts. Like I told Grace, we can’t do that again. It was a one-time thing—a moment of weakness on both of our parts.
