In Another Life (3 page)

“You fell asleep.” He rubbed the tip of his nose on mine. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” I sat up and dragged my palms over my face. “Fridays are always a little hard because I’m tired after a long week.”

“I understand,” he said as he stood up. “I’m beat too. I think that’s why my head hurts a little. A full night’s sleep will do me good.”

“Okay, let’s get some rest.” I gazed at him from underneath my lashes. “Saturdays are better, though, so I promise to be more fun tomorrow night.”

I was so out of it that I didn’t realize what I’d implied until Travis grinned and said, “Sounds like I landed a second date.” He reached for my hands and pulled me to my feet, staying close so my body dragged against his. “And I didn’t even have to make you my special breakfast first.”

“What’s your special breakfast?” I asked.

“Banana oatmeal pancakes.” He dipped his face and nuzzled my neck at the same time he circled his arms around me and began massaging my butt. “I’ll make them for you in the morning.”

“Mmm.” I trembled and moved closer to him. “Sounds yummy.”

“You smell so good,” he whispered as he kissed his way across my jaw. He licked at my lips and added, “Taste good too,” before slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me for the first time.

I whimpered and grasped his shirt, clinging to him as I gave in to the kiss. My knees were weak and my chest heaving by the time we separated for air.

“Bed,” he said hoarsely.

I nodded.

We stopped in the bathroom, took turns draining our bladders and brushing our teeth, and then went into my bedroom and stripped out of our clothes. I had my shirt and socks off and was unzipping my pants when Travis stepped out of his jeans and stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged him in all the right places.

“You’re stunning,” I said breathlessly.

“So are you.” He smiled warmly and came up to me, then helped me push my pants down over my hips. “Are those Smurf boxers?”

I felt my cheeks warm. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…. I don’t usually… so fast, I mean…. I would have worn a different pair if I’d thought….” I couldn’t seem to complete a single sentence.

“Smurfs are hot,” Travis said, saving me from any more stammering.

“That was possibly the first time in the history of ever that those words have been uttered.”

“Only if I’m the first person in the history of ever to see you in those underpants,” he responded playfully.

I sat down on the bed and scooted backward until I could push the covers down. “You are the first, actually,” I confessed.

He made a pleased gurgling sound in the back of his throat and crawled over to me. “I like that,” he whispered right before he pressed his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss.

I melted underneath him, letting him take the lead completely. He tangled one hand in my hair, cupped my face with the other, and writhed on top of me. We stayed that way for a while, kissing and touching. Eventually, he sighed and rolled off me, pulling me with him until he was on his back and I was once again resting on his chest.

“Travis?” I said quietly once I was settled.

“Yes?”

“How does that work?”

He was quiet for a few seconds, and then he said, “How does what work?”

“You said you don’t date someone if you feel like he isn’t right, but how can you know if he feels right unless you date him?”

“Oh.” He paused. “Is that what made you tense up earlier?”

I shrugged.

He took in a deep breath. “It’s been pretty easy because I’ve never clicked with anybody.” He tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “Until now.”

I gulped. “Until now?”

He nodded and threaded his fingers with mine, then rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “You click, Shiloh. Have from the first time we talked. But now?” He sighed and pressed our joined hands over his chest. “It’s like the click locked in place.” He searched my eyes. “Do you feel it too?”

“I do.” I chewed on my bottom lip and rubbed my free hand back and forth over his waist. “It’s weird, right?”

“Yeah, it’s weird.” He took in a deep breath. “It’s weird, but it’s good, you know?”

“Uh-huh.” I tucked my head under his chin and relaxed. “It’s really good.”

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the weekend together, and the one after that too. It was hard to say good-bye on the second Sunday. I didn’t want to come home to an empty house and eat dinner alone, thinking of him; I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms. He promised to text and call whenever he had breaks at work, and he kept his word, but it wasn’t the same as actually being with him.

By the time Friday afternoon rolled around and I was driving home from work, knowing Travis would be waiting for me, I was practically vibrating. Either he heard me pull up or he had been watching for me, I didn’t know which, but he was walking up as I got out of my car.

“Hey, stranger,” he said gruffly, and then he yanked me close and held me tight. I melted into his arms, and he sighed contentedly. “Missed you this week,” he mumbled into my skin as he nuzzled my neck. “I made dinner so we could stay in and catch up. I’ll go get it in a minute, or we can eat at my place, but I want to hear all about your week first.” He kissed my cheek, slid my laptop case off my shoulder and onto his, and then curled his fingers around mine and walked me to the door. “How was work?”

We walked into the house, and Travis set my bag down on my kitchen table.

“Oh, it was good, I um….” My words trailed off as I looked at Travis. There was no way for me to focus when all I could think about was how much I wanted him in my bed right that minute.

Travis never played games, never hesitated to put himself out there and say exactly what he thought about our blossoming relationship, exactly how much he wanted me. It felt so good to know that my intense feelings for him were returned in full, and it gave me the courage to be bolder than I otherwise would have been.

“Trav,” I rasped as I clasped his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. “Thank you for making dinner. I really want to eat it and catch up on your week, but first—” I sucked in a big gulp of air. “I want you to take me to bed and—”

“Ah, damn, yes,” he said huskily. He walked up to me and dragged his hand from my chest to my groin. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered into my ear. He groped my dick with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other, and pulled out a bottle of lube. “I bought some condoms too, just in case, but I left them at home because I thought… you know it’s been a long time since I’ve needed them. And I’ve been tested since then, and you said you have too, but I can run back and get them if you —”

“No,” I said and shook my head. “We don’t need them.”

His breath hitched, and then he crushed his mouth over mine, grasped my butt and kneaded it while he alternately sucked on my tongue and pushed his into my mouth. I whimpered and clung to him, losing myself in the kiss and the feeling of his hard body pressed against me.

We stumbled into the bedroom, running our hands over each other’s faces, shoulders, and hips, grinding our pelvises together and joining our lips in hard, desperate kisses. Concentrating on each other meant the walk wasn’t smooth—we bumped into furniture and walls, paused to enjoy each other more than once, and gasped for air when our lungs burned—but eventually we made it into the bedroom.

“Shiloh?” Travis said breathlessly as he started fumbling with my shirt buttons.

“Uh-huh?” I kissed my way across his jaw, toed off my shoes, and unclasped my pants.

“This is it.” He shoved my collared shirt off my shoulders and then yanked my undershirt over my head.

I nodded and said, “I know. Want you so much.” I wiggled out of my pants and boxers and then began working on disrobing Travis. “Can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Just the words had my belly tightening and my cock leaking. I groaned.

“Not that,” he said and then gasped when I reached my hand inside his briefs and cupped his hot, thick cock.

I jacked him gently, not wanting the fun to end before it really had a chance to get started. The feeling of his veined, throbbing dick made me lose the trail of conversation.

“What I meant was—” He whipped his Henley off, stepped out of his shoes, and shoved his pants and briefs to the ground, all without moving away from my touch. “Me and you.” He gulped. “This is it.”

I nodded, grasped his hips, and herded him to the bed. Then I sat down and began scooting backward.

“The lube,” he rasped, dropping to a squat. He fumbled for the bottle in his pants pocket, and then he looked up at me, his green eyes twinkling, and chuckled. “You want to keep the socks on?”

“Wha—” I looked down and saw my navy dress socks on my otherwise nude body. I loved that he could ramp me up so hard, make me want so much, while at the same time having the seemingly magical ability to lighten my mood and make me smile. “If you have a sock fetish, I can leave them on.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Otherwise, I don’t need them.”

He leaned forward and nuzzled my balls while he peeled off my socks. “No weird fetishes on my end,” he said before lapping his tongue over my sensitive skin. “I see too much crazy stuff at work.” He sucked my balls into his mouth and rolled them for a few seconds. “But if you need me to come up with a new kink, let me know. I’m sure I can cook up something with a low likelihood of injuries.”

Right then, the only thing I needed him to do was suck my dick. Though I wasn’t normally one to take an aggressive role in bed, I felt comfortable enough with Travis to push past any usual self-imposed boundaries and ask for what I wanted. I took myself in hand, moved my crown to his mouth, and rubbed it over his lips.

“Please,” I said, my voice cracking and my body trembling.

“You never have to beg me, Shy.” He licked his way up my shaft and then slid his lips over my glans, enveloping me in delicious moist suction.

“Yes, like that.” I tangled my fingers in his hair and stared down at him. He locked his heated gaze with mine and bobbed up and down on my dick, taking me deeper with each drop and making me moan with each tight drag up.

The blowjob felt incredible, but I was too turned on to last, and that was why, much sooner than I would have liked, I said, “You need to stop.” Travis moaned and kept feasting on my cock. I saw his shoulder moving and knew he was jacking himself as he sucked me off, and that ramped me up higher. “Trav!” I shouted and concentrated every ounce of energy on not cumming right that second. “Please, I want you to fuck me.” Which didn’t feel as good after an orgasm as it did before one, and if he kept using his talented mouth on my rigid dick, I was going to shoot.

Thankfully, Travis finally popped off my erection. “God, you taste so good,” he said hoarsely as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Promise me I can go down on you again after dinner.”

I nodded and shivered.

“But I won’t have to stop.” He stood up and gazed at me. “I’ll make you feel so good, Shy.” He licked his lips. “Can’t wait to taste your cum.”

“Ungh,” I groaned, too turned on to form words. Instead, I flipped over, planted my feet on the floor and my hands on the bed, and spread my legs, hoping the visual image of me in that position would convey what I wanted.

“Oh, God,” Travis said reverently. I felt his hand move down my back and over my butt.

Without being asked, I lowered my chest to the bed and tilted my ass higher.

“Look at you.” Travis spread one of my cheeks to the side, leaving me completely exposed, and then dragged one finger gently down my crease. “So pretty.”

I heard the snap of the lube being opened seconds before cool liquid was rubbed around my pucker. The unmistakable sound of skin sliding over skin let me know Travis was coating his dick in slick.

“Do you like being eaten out?” Travis whispered in my ear. He pressed his broad chest against my back and slid his smooth glans across my hole.

I whimpered in response.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “You do.” He pushed forward, popping his dick past my first ring of muscle. “I want to do that to you.” He rocked forward, sliding in slowly. “I want to feast on your pretty ass, fuck your little hole with my tongue, and suck your dick until you’re draining your balls in my mouth.”

My response to the dirty talk was all instinct. I shoved my hips backward, forcing the rest of his dick into my passage. The burn was perfect.

“Yes!” I shouted. “Fuck me. Please, Trav, fu—”

He pulled out and slammed back in hard. “I told you, Shy.” He clutched my hips tightly. “You never have to beg.” Then he started jackhammering into me, pulling out and slamming back in, impaling me on his hard length over and over again.

My mouth dropped open as I stretched my neck up and started moaning, “Ungh, ungh, ungh.”

With as fast as he was moving, as hard as he was pushing into me, I needed to hold on to the bed with both hands, which meant I couldn’t stroke myself. But by that point, I didn’t think I’d need it. Travis’s almost vicious motions caused my dick to slap up against my stomach over and over again, and he managed to hit my gland with every stroke, giving me pleasure from the inside out.

“Trav, I’m going to—” My sentence ended on a scream as my dick pulsed long, thick cream.

“Oh!” he shouted. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” He shoved in hard one last time and stilled, his muscles tense as he pulsed his seed deep inside my chute. “Shiloh,” he gasped. “Oh God, Shy.” When he was completely spent, he leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. “Now that I’ve finally found you,” he whispered as he moved his hands from my hips and wrapped them around my chest, holding me tightly, “I’m never letting go.” He kissed my shoulder. “Never.”

Chapter 3

Shiloh, Age 36

“
W
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S
YOUR
schedule this week?” Travis asked Sunday night when we were tangled together on my couch, him combing his fingers through my hair and me caressing his warm skin.

“I have work Monday and Tuesday, but we’re off the rest of the week for Thanksgiving.”