Page 42 of Sanction

“Good girl.”

“Travis…I’m almost….” Another cry flows throughout the room as she shakes beneath me. I never stop my movements as she squeezes and contracts around my cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I grunt.

I shift her up and spin her around. When I sink into her from behind my head tilts back. This, her, it’s the most incredible thing I have ever felt. It’s feels right. It feels perfect. She’s perfect.

I pump into her, hard and fast as my hand slides down to grip a handful of dark hair.

Right before I fill her up, I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You deserve better.”

We collapse in my sheets, our breathing rugged and uncontrolled. She reaches back and squeezes my hand, threading our fingers together. “So do you,” she says quietly.

I kiss the nape of her neck and pull her into my arms. Just for tonight I can hold her. Just for tonight I can pretend she’s mine.

Just for a night. Right. I should have known once wouldn’t be enough. And I was right, it wasn’t. After that I couldn’t control it anymore. It almost became an everyday occurrence. Whenever we could sneak off, we did. I’m pretty sure we christened every area of the clubhouse. The laundry room, the old barn, the pic-nic table in the back pasture. My room, her room, the bathroom. You get my drift. I was addicted. Obsessed. We started meeting at the apartment after a while and I think the whole building knows my name now. She screamed it loud enough. We were on fire. But as much as we were together, me inside of her, and her weaving her way into my soul, we never talked about it. We fucked, slept, then parted ways. We knew what was happening between us was more than just sex, but we didn’t touch the subject of what it was. I was afraid to admit what it was.

The night they disappeared she finally broke. She asked the hard questions and when I didn’t know how to answer, she didn’t hold back. Everything she threw at me was true, but I couldn’t commit. I wasn’t ready to bring our relationship out. I wasn’t ready to disappoint my best friend and I sure as hell wasn’t ready to ruin her. Because at the time, I knew that’s exactly what would happen.

Chapter 26

Daniella

After we ate, I ended up going back upstairs and crashing again. It’s crazy how much my body craved sleep. When I woke up, Travis was sitting at his desk on the phone.

“I agree, as much as I don’t want it to be true, it’s a possibility and we can’t afford to let shit slip by,” Travis says to whoever is on the other line.

I set up, scooting back until I’m leaned against the headboard.

“I’ll tell Boston we need it ASAP.” He swivels around and notices I’m awake. “Gotta go.” He hangs up and slides his phone onto the desk.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” He lies.

Travis has never been a great liar. His left eye twitches. My mom has caught him and Maverick in a few during their teenage years and I learned his tell.

“What time is it?” I ask with a yawn.

“8:30. You slept all day.” He stood from the chair and came to sit next to me.

The bed dipped and I smiled when I caught a whiff of his cologne.

“You hungry? You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“You’re like that grandma that forces little Debbie’s and soda on you every time you stop by for a visit.” I laugh.

He lifts a brow. “Little Debbie’s?”

I laugh again. “Yes, I could eat.”

“Do you want to go down or I can bring something up to you?” His hand reaches out to gently massage my calf.

“Could you bring it up? A hot bath is sounding really good right about now.”

“I’ll run you some water before I head down.” He leans in to press a kiss to my lips and I swear my stomach does a double twist.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

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