“Fucking fantasy coming true.” Travis turns me to face him, but I stay under the showerhead. He bends and laps at the water that is falling off my breasts until he decides he’s quenched his thirst and takes one nipple into his mouth while his fingers pinch and massage the other. “Exquisite,” he says, switching to the other side.
I’m doing all I can to keep my knees from buckling. Reaching between us, I grab ahold of him, and he gasps. It’s the best feeling, knowing that I make Travis Kidd hard. And that he chose me to give his name to. His mouth crashes down on mine, and our tongues tangle for dominance as he backs me up against the shower wall.
“I had this whole foreplay scenario played out in my head, but fuck it. I need to be inside of you now.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly as his fingers delve between my legs. When his thumb presses down on my bud, my knees finally give way. His strong arm wraps around my waist, holding me up.
“Do I need a condom, Saylor?”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
He steps back, halting the intimacy building between us. “That’s not why I’m asking. If you want a baby, I’ll plant seeds every fucking day until you’re pregnant. I’m asking because I need to know if you trust me.”
I look deep into his eyes and see a hint of pain that lingers from the rape accusation. “I trust you, Travis. I trust you with everything.”
In one swift motion, we’re kissing, and my legs are being wrapped around his waist. He pulls away and sets one hand above me and the other on my hip. “I can’t believe you’re my fucking wife. How’d I get so lucky?”
His thrusts start out slow and build momentum with each kiss, bite, and pull I add to his body. My response is to open my mouth while my eyes roll back in my head. When I tug on his hair, he groans and bites my shoulder while pushing deeper into my center.
Our bodies move together as the water from the shower coats our skin. He moves us from the wall to the glass door, where he asks me to lock my ankles. My head falls back, and my shoulders move up and down the glass as he buries himself within me.
For every moan I emit, he matches, turning me on even more. I bask in the knowledge that I’m now the only one who will ever hear him like this, to see him come undone from pure pleasure from this day forward. He is mine.
My hips buck, meeting every advance, as Travis grips the top of the glass door, keeping us from falling. The heels of my feet push into his ass, urging him to bring us to the brink as warmth starts to seep through my belly. I reach for him and look into his eyes. I open my mouth to tell him that I’m close, but his lips capture mine as he swallows each cry I have throughout my orgasm.
He holds me in place, pushing in and out of me with a slower pace. Gently, he unhooks my legs and keeps his hands on my waist until I’ve regained my balance.
Travis shuts off the water and cups my face in his large hand. “Race you.”
“To what?” I ask, slightly confused.
“To be the first one to fall in love.” He winks, sending my heart into a frenzy.
Thirty-Seven
Travis
“Your Honor, with all due respect, the state needs more time to build the case against Mr. Kidd,” the assistant district attorney says, which causes Irvin to mumble under his breath.
“They’ve had weeks, Your Honor, including an arrest where the police failed to conduct a proper investigation,” Irvin says as he stands up.
“The complexity of the case is—”
“The complexity of the case?” Irvin starts to pace the courtroom floor. “My client is being accused of rape and assault.
A rape kit was performed on the night in question, and I have yet to see the results. The victim has since accused my client of battering her, but my office has yet to see the pictures of these wounds. Do I need to go on, Your Honor? Because at this point, I think the state is harassing my client.”
He’s damn right they are. My endorsement deal with Nike is barely hanging on, and I plan to sue the state for the money I’ve lost with Under Armour.
“It’s my understanding that Mr. Kidd has a witness to the night in question?” the judge asks.
“Saylor Blackwell-Kidd,” Irvin states. I find myself smiling because this is the first time since we’ve been married that someone else has called her by her new last name. Granted, it’s only been a few days, but still, I do like hearing it.
“And her relation to the defendant?”
“She’s his wife,” Irvin states.
“And she was there at the time of the incident?”