Escaping Heartbreak (11 page)

EIGHTEEN

Travis

When I arrived at the gym, the place was packed. Waylon went to stay at Andy’s, and about an hour into my shift
he texted to tell me he was spending the night. I told him all the time that he was bound to wear out his welcome, but it wasn’t true. Andy’s parents didn’t mind at all. Thank goodness. I had been working two nights a week at Gordon’s Gym, sometimes three nights, and they let him stay there. No questions asked.

I hadn’t heard anything from Sawyer since earlier that day. I hoped she’d call before it was time to go to work, but it didn’t happen. The only thing I had to do at the gym was clean the weights, so the night should pass by fairly quickly. Or so I’d hoped.

“Hey Travis,” I recognized the voice of my boss’s daughter behind me.

“Hey Brenna,” I gave her a nod. She was a sweet girl about my age. She worked here sometimes, when she came home
from school. I’d known her for many years. We were practically brother and sister. The guys at the auto store swear that the two of us have messed around. It’s only because we have such a weird relationship. If they’d spend more than ten minutes with us, they’d know just how screwed up that sounds. Besides she’s not my type, and even if she were, she’s taken. Of course, that was last month. She seemed to change boyfriends as often as she changed her pants. I could barely keep up.

“What are you doing tonight?” She asked, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“I don’t know yet? Why?” I continued cleaning.

“I want to go out. I have to go back to school tomorrow, and I don’t want to spend my only night in town at home with the folks.” She scrunched her nose.

“Waylon is at a friend’s house, so I should be able to do something. I was waiting on a friend of mine to call.” I said, as I glanced up at the clock.

“No way,” her voice screeched. Her hand was against her chest. “Travis Lawson has friends. It’s a damn miracle.”

“Ha, ha.” I threw my dirty rag at her head.

She jumped back. “
Ew,” she threw it back at me. I just laughed.

“Go away and let me get back to work.”

“Fine, but let me know if you’re going out.” She stomped off.

I was just finishing up when my phone rang, the song Talk Dirty to Me started playing, and everyone in
the room looked in my direction. My smile was wide. Hell yeah, it was my girl. Be jealous people.

“Hey beautiful,” I said.

“Hey to you too, Sexy,” Dane said back. The little fucker. Why the hell was he calling from Sawyer’s phone? “You’re on speaker, Man,” Dane yelled.

Just
great. “So there is a beautiful girl there somewhere right?”

“Dude, quit calling my sister beautiful. It’s freaking weird.” Dane growled. I just laughed.

“Hey Travis,” Sawyer’s sweet voice finally spoke.

“There’s
the beautiful girl I was talking about.”

“Jesus, would you stop it. I can’t listen to this shit.” He was remarkably grumpy today, but what was new. “We were just calling to tell you that we’re going to the bar tonight.”

“You’re going to Shots?” I probed. The place was a dump. The music was loud and the bar was small. The whole time you’re in the place, you are elbow to asshole.

“That’s the plan.” Sawyer yelled loudly over Dane’s whooping voice. He was obnoxious.

“You know that’s where all the idiots hang out right?” I questioned. And by idiots I meant Vince and his Motley Crue.

“There is music and alcohol, and hopefully hot babes. That’s all I care about.” Dane barked. He sounded like he was half drunk already. Surprise, surprise.

“Okay, when I get off work and take a shower, I’ll meet you guys there.” I started to speak again, but Dane howled something and hung up the phone. I would not be babysitting his drunk ass. I hoped he knew that.

I quickly gathered my things. My work had been half ass, but they wouldn’t notice. I was in a hurry. “Hey Brenna,” I hollered into the back room. “I’m leaving.”

She ran out of the back room. “What about tonight? Are you doing anything?”

“Yeah, Shots. You want to go?” I checked my phone for the time. There was plenty of time for me to take a shower before meeting them.

“It wouldn’t be my first choice, but whatever. I’ll meet ya’ there.”

“All right.” I waved as I was walked out the door. “See you later.”

NINETEEN

Sawyer

“You look fine, come on. What are you worried about anyway? It’s just Shots.” Dane was obviously suspicious. He had good reason. Good thing he hadn’t pressed for more information. I wasn’t ready for the whole “I like your friend” talk. 

I spent an hour longer than I
normally would have getting ready. For once I actually gave a damn. I thought about every single item of clothing I put on, wondering what he’d think when he saw me in it. Today when Dane got here we had a long talk, and I realized how much of a difference Travis had already made and it had only been a few days. I told Dane about how I went swimming, of course, I left out the part about Travis being here. I also told him about how I ventured into Mom and Dad’s room. I had actually put the sweatshirt on, and wore it, up until I got in the shower. Dane couldn’t believe it. He thought this place had been the best thing for me, but it had essentially been Travis that made things easier. He just gave me the extra push that I’d needed. Tonight I wanted to tell Travis that if he would go slowly, that I’d be willing to try to take things to the next level with him. The thought of saying those words made me nervous as hell. But he had proven to me that not every situation I put myself in would fail.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself once again. This outfit was better than the last one. I decided to wear something cute, but comfortable. I chose my stretchy skinny jeans with a loose fitting black top that hung loosely off of one shoulder, and my black sparkly thong sandals. I straightened my hair so that it
nearly touched my waist, and put on just a little makeup. Not too much. That would have to do. I had already changed three times and I wasn’t changing anymore. Especially with Dane carrying on like a big baby. He started drinking two hours ago, which meant I would be nursing his hangover before the night was over.

I left my dirty clothes on the floor and turned off the light. “Let’s go,” I reached for and took the keys off of the coffee table. “Why are you just sitting around like we have no place to be.” The sarcasm in my voice was thick.

He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you’re the one that took three hours picking out a shirt to impress Travis.” He jumped up from the couch. I had no words to come back at him with. The asshole was right. And dammit he got the last word.

“Shut your trap and let’s go, before I change my mind.” I grumbled and let the front door slam in his face when I walked out of it. I wished that it would have broken his nose, but I’d never get that lucky.

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Shots
was crowded. It wasn’t my choice to go there. Basically, Dane said he wanted to so I agreed to drive. Technically I wouldn’t turn twenty-one for another week, so I wasn’t even supposed to be there.

I looked around the bar for Travis, but didn’t see him anywhere. The bar was not the best place to talk to him. It was noisy and there was no way to avoid it. I stayed close behind Dane and followed him to the bar. He offered me the free stool while he stood there waiting to order a drink. For such a measly hole in the wall, I was surprised at how packed this place was. I had never been inside, but Shot’s was the happening place in town. Probably because there wasn’t another bar for twenty miles. Dane reached across the dirty bar with a twenty in his hand. He was in luck since there was a chick behind the bar. She spotted him almost immediately. There would be a lot of pissed off customers since she went straight to Dane and took his order. The boy liked to use his good looks for the greater good, and for fast drinks at the bar. I rolled my eyes.

The music was loud enough that you would think there was a live band, but it was only one man in the back of the bar on a small stage. He sat behind a computer pushing buttons. People were all over the dance floor. It was awfully early in the evening for this place to be so packed. Or at least that’s what one would have thought.

I was deep in thought when a pair of hands slipped over my eyes. I
nearly jumped out of my seat. My feet couldn’t hit the floor fast enough. I turned abruptly to find Travis standing there. The shirt he wore clung tight to his chest and dark washed jeans hung low on his hips. He was a sight for sore eyes. His grin was big when my eyes finally made it to his face. I was caught once again checking out the goods. A girl can’t help herself when it’s laid out like a buffet.

When my eyes landed on his, he winked.

Damn you Lawson.

He scooted closer to me and leaned to speak to me. His breath tickled my ear as the words left his lips. “Beautiful,” was the only word I could understand.

“Huh?” I yelled back.

He reached under my arm and snaked his arm around my back. Quickly, he pulled me to him in one swift movement. All coherent thoughts were gone. Our bodies were close enough that without clothes on, I’d be moments away from an orgasm. Yeah, we were that close. “What I said was, you look beautiful. But I knew you would. You always do.”

I took a deep breath, “thank you.” Now or never. “Can we talk?”

“I’m listening,” his face was serious.

“Not here,” I motioned around the bar. “Can we go someplace a bit quieter?’

“Well yeah,” he grabbed my hand. “Do you mind if I get a drink first?” I shook my head no. He took my hand and pulled me up to the bar. He stood behind me with both arms on either side of me. His hands rested firmly on the bar. Dane shot us a look, rolled his eyes, and walked away shaking his head. I pretended not to notice. I was too affected by Travis’s arms boldly surrounding me. He
so easily flaunted his attraction to me. He didn’t care who knew it, or how it shook me. His feelings were made perfectly clear, and he was not hiding it.

Purposely, I backed up slowly so that my backside was touching his front.

His breath was warm on my neck when he leaned in close. “What are you doing to me, woman.”

Turning my head towards him, I
whispered our lips nearly touching. I let my ass lightly brush his erection that was firm against his jeans. “From what I can feel, I am turning you on.”

His face was stone, and his eyes were filled with lust. “Fuck the drink,” he said fiercely. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me through the crowd with such strength I could barely keep up. He knew exactly where he was going. He led me down a
dark hallway in the back of the bar. We burst through the back door, and he pulled me outside. I looked around. It was mostly dark besides a small gleam coming from the distant streetlight.

Like a predator, he backed me up against the wall. “What’s going on Sawyer? I thought you just wanted to be friends. You always push me away.” I could see his shirt rise and fall with his deep breaths.

“I changed my mind. I want to be with you Travis.” I thought the words would be harder to say, but I was wrong. I’d never wanted anything more than to be with this man. His hand caressed my face all the way down the curve of my neck.

“You have to go slow with me Travis. It still hurts here,” I pointed to my chest.

He pressed his lips against mine, and it lit some kind of fire inside me. I was feeling brave and I wanted him to know it. I wound my fingers in the loops of his jeans and pulled him to me, as close as I could get him.

He broke the kiss. “How slow Sawyer? Can I kiss you?” He pressed his lips gently to mine causing me to shiver.

“Mm hmm,” I mumbled into his soft lips.

“Can I touch you here?” His fingertips traced the top of my shirt over the swell of my breast. I sucked in a deep breath, and I shuttered under his touch.

I nodded. It was all I could do.

“How about here?” His eyes never left mine, and his fingers touched the already sensitive spot between my legs.

I shook my head yes. So he rubbed his fingers slowly over my throbbing clit. My panties were soaked under my jeans.

A soft moan escaped my lips.

I swear, I heard him growl.

“I want you Travis. Now,” I begged. My voice was
husky and full of need. Fuck slow. I wanted this man then and there.

“Oh baby, I want you too.” I was near a climax, and he was only touching me over my jeans. Dear God, what this man could do to me.

He picked me up swiftly and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. “Where’s your truck?”

“Parked on the side,” was my winded response.

He kissed my jaw, and I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. I couldn’t take it. I was about to explode in his arms. The way that he made me feel wasn’t anything like I had ever felt with anyone else. It was real. It was electric. My senses were on fire, every time he touched me.

He dug the keys from my back pocket and unlocked my truck. We slid in the passenger seat, my hips straddled his.

“Is this too fast?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I grabbed the hair on his head and gently pulled it so that his neck was exposed. I kissed him inch by inch. I had wanted him for so long. It didn’t seem real. I ran my tongue along the curve of his neck and felt him tremble beneath me.

“God Sawyer. I want you. I want every part of you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.

“We can’t do this here.” He stated matter-of-factly.

What was he saying? He had just said that he wanted me. What did I do to change his mind? I was second guessing myself, and started to freak out a bit.

“Hey, stop it,” he pulled my face to his. “I see what you’re doing and this, me stopping, is not about you. Well it is,” he smirked. “But you are perfect. More perfect than I deserve, and I can’t sleep with you in this truck. I want our first time to be more special than this.” His words were sweet and they tugged on that little broken piece of my heart. The one that had always belonged to him.

I looked deep into his eyes, to that little boy that I loved a long time ago. He may not still be there, but my love is. I kissed him deeply. “Thank you. I think,” I bit
down hard on my bottom lip. “Is this what blue balls feels like?” I huffed. I was trying to lighten the mood and keep away the tears from his sweet words.

“Yes it is, baby. I love seeing you like this. The way you react when I
touch you, its fucking hot. Let me take care of you. Please,” he pleaded, as if he had to beg. I’d never had an orgasm from anyone but myself. The idiot that took my virginity, just took it. It lasted five minutes. It was painful and unpleasant.  I knew that with Travis it would be different. Hell, I nearly came apart and he had barely touched me. He could probably blow on me and it would push me over the edge. Just because it was Travis.

“Take off your pants.” He demanded. I folded over into the crook of his neck laughing. “What’s so funny?” He was laughing too, even though he didn’t know what for.

“How come every time we are together, I end up taking off my clothes?” I asked.

“The first time was not my fault. I didn’t know it was your bed, and I wasn’t expecting to see you, much less in your bra.”

“Hey I didn’t think there would be some sexy guy, half naked in my bed.”

“You think I’m sexy.” His fingers twisted in my hair.

“Shut up,” I playfully smacked his arm. “You know you are.”

His face went serious again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he whispered. “For the first time in a long time.”

He kissed me again, slowly at first. Then it was deep and sexy. He was the best kisser ever, not that I’d had much practice. His hands tugged at the button on my pants and then I felt the zipper slowly slide down. I raised up on my knees, still straddling him. Never breaking the kiss, he slid my pant down. Then my panties. No more walls separated me from his hands. He could see me now. All of me.

“Touch me Travis,” my eyes were engaged with his. I didn’t know where all of my bravery was coming from. I hadn’t even drunk any alcohol.

His fingers touched me gently. I was so wet. I wouldn’t last long.

“Dammit Sawyer, you’re so fucking wet. And smooth.” His breathing was heavier than mine. His words alone were doing the job. He slid what felt like two fingers inside me. Holy shit. I shook my head. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I felt like I could break apart any second. “Baby you’re so tight.” His fingers moved in and out of me slowly.

He stopped the movement looking at me intensely. “Are you a virgin?”

“No.” I may have hesitated a bit.

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not,” I relented. “I’ve just never been given an orgasm by a guy before.”

“Never,” he had a look of shock on his face.

“I mean, I’ve given myself one.”

“That’s hot.” He admitted.

I could feel the blush creeping up on my face. Never had I been so open with someone before, but it seemed so easy with him. All of our history together I guess.

“I am going to make sure that you are always taken care of. I’ll give my baby an orgasm. I’ll have you coming in my hand. And you just wait until I get my tongue on you.” He licked his lips.

“Touch me now Travis, please.” He lightly touched my aching clit, and that was all it took. His words we so hot that I barely needed him to touch me to give me a release. “I’m coming.” I said so light that I wasn’t sure if he heard me.