“What did it say?” she asked.
I was concerned with the questions Ava was asking. Up until this point, the only thing she had been concerned about was the destruction of the mountains. But now, she seemed more concerned with pertinent details. I knew who her father was and I knew he owned Breathline Energies, but now I was concerned Ava was a mark.
I was concerned Ava was someone her father had sent.
“Just the basics. Stop now or we file,” I said.
“Did it work?” Ava asked.
“Don’t know. We haven’t gotten a rebuttal or anything.”
I could tell there was something Ava wanted to say. Her eyes were screaming it, but she kept her mouth shut. Our food came and we ate in relative silence, the playful banter between us gone. I hated that she had shut off on me. I hated that this invisible wall was between us. Why did this lovely woman have to be from the family that was burying my father into the ground? Why did things always have to be so difficult?
“How are things going with your father?” I asked.
“I’m not really sure,” Ava said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean, they are what they are. I’m coming and going as I want, but every time we are in the same room it’s a collision of forces. My mother’s being pulled in two different directions and my father is trying to regain control of his family. It is what it is.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Not your fault.”
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“You think so?” she asked.
“I do.”
She looked up at me as a small smile crossed her cheeks. The check came to the table and I handed the waitress some money. I told her to keep the change, then I offered my hand for Ava to take. She looked at it for a second, debating on what her next move needed to be.
Then she took my hand and let me lead her out of the diner.
We walked back to my truck, her hand slipped delicately in mine. The silence that hung between us was comfortable, but still shook with a twinge of things unsaid. I guided Ava to her side of the truck and opened her door, but she was reluctant to get in.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
I turned towards her and watched her hand approach my face. She cupped my cheek, the warmth of her skin heating mine. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into it. I allowed myself to relent to
her direction. She guided my face to hers, our lips hovering against one another’s.
“Men making the first move is overrated,” Ava said with a whisper.
Then, our lips connected underneath the twinkling stars.
Twenty
Ava
We barreled into the cabin, my legs wrapped around his. Our lips devoured each other, our tongues lashing about in a battle for dominance. I heard the front door slam behind us before Travis spun me around, slamming my back into the doorway. I could feel his cock growing between my legs as his hands ripped my shirt over my head.
“I need to feel you,” Travis said. “Now.”
My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. I slid down the door, my feet planting themselves into the hardwood floor. I was struggling to get his shirt open. My hands were shaking and my skin was electric. I watched as Travis grabbed both sides of his shirt, ripping it open and scattering buttons all over the room.
My pussy throbbed for him as I ripped his undershirt over his head.