I turned my head and looked at him. “I don’t think you’re a pansy.”
Travis tilted his head and looked into my eyes, and everything went serious. I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard. He licked his lips and moved in close. Feeling his breath against my skin made me so nervous, I instinctively turned my head to look back up at the stars.
“Are you excited about going into high school?” I spit out, trying to change the subject. I could’ve sworn Travis was about to kiss me. It would’ve been my first kiss.
Moments passed, and he finally responded. “Yeah, I guess. It’ll be nice getting back into basketball season and staying late for practices and games.”
I knew what he was implying without saying the words.Less time at home.
“Why do you think she puts up with it?” Curiosity got the best of me, and I could no longer keep it in. “Can’t she leave him?” I asked.
He shrugged. I supposed it wasn’t that simple for adults, but to me, it just sounded like common sense. Why would anyone want to be with someone who treated them like crap?
That wasn’t the last time Travis snuck up on the rooftop and sat with me under the stars. We shared details with each other that we hadn’t shared with anyone else before. It was our secret little spot where we could talk or just sit and stare up at the sky.
It was easy.
He wasn’t my brother’s best friend.
I wasn’t his best friend’s little sister.
And the lines between us weren’t blurred.
I was only twelve years old, so I truly believed Prince Charming existed. As I grew older, I came to realize he never really did. Because if he did, he most certainly wouldn’t be available. And he most definitely wouldn’t be interested in a girl like me. I’m not saying that because I want anyone to tell me otherwise, but if such a man existed, he’d have no chance with me anyway. Because for some only-God-knows-why reason, my heart only beats for one man. My pulse only increases whenhewalks into the room. My cheeks flush and my body hums whenhelooks at me. I feel the blood in my veins as my skin heats from his very existence. He’s the epitome ofperfection.
…Too bad a decade later, he’s a complete asshole.
Travis King.
He’s no knight in shining armor—more like a royal jackass. He may look like a prince on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a cocky, arrogant womanizer that I want to shove over a cliff.
All right, that might sound dramatic and all, considering I just confessed my feelings about him, but those are feelings ofhate…not love.
From being head over heels for him as a young girl to loathing him as a woman, Travis King needs to remember the golden rule—never admit defeat.
It was game on.
CHAPTERONE
TRAVIS
I lovea girl who can suck dick like a champ. Watching her tongue lick up my thick vein, pumping blood to my best andbiggestasset, sets my body ablaze. She wraps her hand around my shaft, sucks on the tip, and pumps hard until I release inside her delicious mouth.
“Mm…salty.” She licks her lips and pushes a finger inside her mouth, sucking it clean.
“Sorry for the mess.” I pull myself back inside my pants and re-buckle my belt.
“I caught most of it.” She’s grinning as if swallowing is some kind of special achievement.
I grab her hand and lift her up, leaning in to give her a chaste kiss. “Thanks, babe.”
“No, thank you.” Her eyes light up as a soft giggle releases from her throat.
I lick my lips. “Mm…you’re right.”
She furrows her brows in question.
“Salty.” Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m referring to.