Page 25 of Sanction

I sag against him and feel his fingers running through my long strands as he continues to hold me. A few seconds of silence pass before he breaks it.

“I guess my dad was right,” he says quietly. “He always told me I destroyed everything I touched.”

My heart breaks again. It breaks because he really doesn’t see what a generous and talented person he is. He’s been fed so many lies and I know it’s what ultimately holds him back.

“You know it kills me, right? To see that I hurt you like this,” he says as he pulls back, tilting my face up to his.

I gaze into those baby blue eyes and I do know. I can see it. It doesn’t make it any easier.

“I know.” I run my hand through his hair and down his strong jaw. He reaches up to catch my hand, and he places a soft kiss to the back of it.

I take a deep breath before pushing up onto my toes, pressing my lips to his. His hand cups my jaw and I feel a few more tears slide down my face. His tongue soothes my pain as it makes gentle strokes against mine. I didn’t intend for this kiss to be anything, but as we continue to explore each other’s mouths my core heats with need. I pull him closer, pressing myself into him. His hands slide down my thighs to the exposed skin where my dress ends and he hoists me up, pressing my back against the rough exterior of the building.

My eyes squeeze shut as his kiss leads down my neck, then to my collarbone. At first, he hesitates, but he slowly starts to inch his fingers along, reaching the inside of my thigh. He’s so close to my center when he groans.

“Fuck Daniella……no panties?”

I nibble my lip and smirk when he looks up at me.

“You're going to kill me,” he mutters.

His forehead pressed to mine and I held my breath as the pads of his fingers grazed across my folds.

“Travis,” I whispered.

Slowly, he pressed a finger inside me and I gasped.

He groaned and kissed me hard as he moved in and out in a slow, calculated manner.

“Please tell me to stop.” His voice is strained as he buries his face in my neck.

“No.” My fingers threaded through his hair and I tug him up to look at me.

“Don’t hide from me,” I whisper.

He added another digit, curling them inside me as he kept his eyes on mine.

“I’ve never been able to hide from you,” he rasps.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned out as his thumb brushed across me in just the right spot.

With a growl he crashed his lips to mine and I went soaring. My eyes rolled back and my legs shook as I moaned his name, or screamed it, I’m not really sure. All I know is he was touching me in a way that has only existed in my overactive imagination. My clenched fingers yanked his hair so hard I thought I’d ripped it out from the root, but he didn’t complain. He still held me against the building until I was back on level ground. I could breathe again and the oxytocin running through my veins had a dazed smile on my face. He gently sets me down and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Get on my bike,” he says as he steps back.

I pull down my dress and nod. Great, now he’s taking me home like I’m some child.

“I know what you're thinking and that’s not it. I’m not done with you yet,” he says as he typed a text out on his phone.

Chapter 15

Travis

I fired off a text to Maverick and Gerry saying Dani didn’t feel good and I was taking her with me. I could still taste her on my tongue and I was amped up on the rush of adrenaline flowing straight to my dick. I let my guard down. I should be ashamed of how good it felt, but I’m not. Not right now.

I took Dani’s hand and led her to my bike in the front of the restaurant. Once she was secure and had her helmet on, I took off towards the apartment I rented a few months ago. I hadn’t told her about it yet, but I needed someplace that wasn’t the clubhouse. A place that wasn’t the home I shared with her. I needed a place to escape to when I needed to regain control and get my mind straight. Now I’m taking her to that place which is probably not the smartest idea, but it’s where we will be alone. I need her alone right now.

Her body pressed against my back as we soared through town was probably the best I’ve felt in ages. She has ridden with me before through the years…. she’s the only woman that’s been on my bike. Of course, to most I’m just giving my “sister” a ride. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. When I pulled into the lot and parked, I could see the confusion on her face as she pulled off her helmet.

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