Chapter 13

Ithought I would never get out of that apartment. When my cousin Lorenzo finally turned up, I took my opportunity to leave. Told my brother and cousin I’d see them in the morning. Neither of them appreciated my decision. They both tried to force me to stay, to the point they threatened Travis with bodily harm.

Which left me to wonder if he has some kind of death wish or if nothing really fazes him. He’s the only guy who’s been willing to stick around after meeting my family. We did get out, though. I might have had to use calling our Nonna as leverage—we all knew she would have put Alessandro and Lorenzo in their place. Either way, the result was the same. They relented and let us leave.

Next time I want to go out of town to watch Travis play, I’m taking one of my female cousins with me. That’s if there even is a next time after all the craziness that’s happened tonight.

The moment the door to his hotel suite closes behind me, all thoughts of my family disappear. Because this is what I’ve been waiting for all night. Getting him alone and naked and having him deliver on that pleasure he’s so good at.

I practically jump him. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms lock over his neck. Travis’s hands cup my ass, taking on my full weight like it’s nothing before he presses me up against the closest wall.

“I need you,” I say into his mouth between hurried, hungry kisses.

“Not half as much as I need you.” Travis grinds his cock against my pussy, proving just how much he means it. Then he spins around and starts walking us through the suite.

I don’t notice I’m falling until my back hits the top of the bed and Travis’s body follows me. His hand moves up underneath my jersey, his jersey, cupping my breast over the lace of my bra.

“Fuck, I need to see you.” Travis pushes himself up and pulls the jersey over my head; then he reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra. The material flutters to the floor as his fingers flick the button on my jeans, and he removes each shoe one by one before sliding my jeans and panties down my thighs. “Next time you come to a game, wear a skirt,” he says.

My brows furrow as I peer up at him. “Why?”

“Because I want easier access to this,” he says while running his fingers through my wet folds.

“Oh, shit,” I hiss out as my hips lift off the bed. I’m completely naked now, and he’s… not. Which is something I need to rectify. Immediately.

I move up on my knees and lift the hem of his shirt. Travis tugs it the rest of the way over his head while my eyes take in all of him. Every hard inch of muscle. My fingers trace over a big ugly bruise on his ribs.

“Does this hurt?” I ask as I lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the discolored skin.

“No.” Travis tells me. “But my cock does. Wanna kiss that better too?” He smirks at me.

I slide off the bed. His eyes follow my every movement as I drop to my knees. He pivots his body so that his legs hang off the edge of the mattress. And I have to admit that the look he’s giving me right now is that much more of a turn-on.

“Take them off,” I say while pointing to his pants.

“Fuck, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, Lili,” he groans before removing his pants. His cock springs free and bounces up against his lower abdomen.

Crawling forward, I position myself between his spread legs. My hand wraps around his cock, and my lips lightly kiss the tip.

Travis hisses as his hand cups my cheek. “Suck me.”

My pussy gushes at his words. I don’t know if it’s the thought of having him in my mouth, or his commanding tone that does it for me. But I’m not going to question it, because I want him. I want to please him. I want to be whatever he needs right now.

Licking my lips, I close my mouth around his tip, just the tip, and suck. I keep my eyes on his face as I slowly lower myself down on his shaft as far as I can go without choking.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that, babe. Take me. It’s all yours,” Travis praises, and I get a different kind of warm sensation in my stomach.

The idea that this man is mine, just mine… I like it. I’ve never wanted anyone to be mine more than I do with him. Maybe I’ve been dick-matized. Because wanting to be his, needing him to be mine after just a couple of days, is absurd.

Though this is not the time to question my sanity or the reasons I feel the way I do. That’s tomorrow’s problem.

Flattening my tongue on the underside of his cock, I slide up his length, to the tip, before my head bobs back down again. I reach a hand towards my pussy. My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched as I press my fingers down and sigh when the pleasure builds between my thighs. My hips thrust forward, grinding against my palm as I continue to suck on Travis’s cock.

“Fuck me, I want you to make yourself come while my cock is jammed down your pretty little throat,” he says before wrapping a hand around my hair. Then he starts guiding my movements, thrusting up into my mouth at a faster pace.

I moan around him, my fingers matching his rhythm as they rub at my clit. I can feel my orgasm building. I’m so close.

“Fuck yes. I’m going to come, Lili,” Travis warns. I don’t pull away. I want him. I want his taste on my tongue.

The moment the first squirt hits the back of my throat, I fall over the edge. And my own orgasm hits me like a freight train. Crashing into me. Leaving me heaving as I pull back from his cock. Travis reaches down and picks me up from the floor. My legs settle on each side of his hips, and his lips slam down on mine before his tongue pushes into my mouth.

My hand flies out, swatting at whatever’s touching my face. “Ow, shit, you do not hit like a girl, babe,” Travis grunts.

My eyes snap open. “Travis?” Then flick around the room while memories of last night creep into my consciousness. “What time is it?”

“It’s five thirty,” he says.

“In the afternoon? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“No, in the morning.” He chuckles. “I have to go.”

“You’re leaving? Now? It’s not even daytime yet.” I squeeze my eyes shut again.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” His lips press to mine and I can’t help but smile against them.

“Mmm. Where are you going?”

“We have a game in Vegas. I’ll be back to New York in a few days,” he says.

“Okay.” I sigh. As much as I want to follow him, I know I can’t. I have to go home. I might work for my family’s company but I still work. And I have a job to do.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” Travis tells me.

“I’m getting up,” I reply, even though my eyes are still closed.

“Don’t. Stay here and sleep. Just drop the key off at the desk before you leave.”

“Okay. Try to not miss me too much while you’re off in Vegas with all those showgirls.” I yawn.

“They ain’t got nothing on you, babe. See you soon.”

“Lil, where are you?” Alessandro’s voice blares against my eardrum.

“I’m sleeping. Why?” I ask him.

“I didn’t ask what you were doing. I asked you where you were. We gotta go home. Pops is losing his mind. So where the hell are you? I’m coming to get you,” he says.

I groan into the phone. “I’m at the Four Seasons. I’ll meet you outside,” I tell him before hanging up and dragging myself out of bed.

I head straight for the bathroom, shower as quickly as I can, and then get dressed. I pick up my phone and bag and walk out. Dropping the keycard in the check-out box on my way through the lobby. I manage to get to the front of the hotel before my brother pulls up. Tapping the screen of my phone while I wait for him, I open the missed messages.

Travis:

Miss you already. Let me know when you get home.

A stupid smile spreads across my face as I tap out a reply and pocket my phone right as Alessandro pulls up in front of me.

Me:

On my way to the jet now. Think of me when you’re jerking off tonight.

My phone vibrates but I don’t have time to check the notification. Instead, I drop the device into my bag and climb into the back of the car.

“Why is Pops losing his mind?” I ask Alessandro as soon as I slam the door shut behind me.

“Because he hasn’t laid eyes on his pride and joy for the last twenty-four hours.”

I roll my eyes. “I really need to move out.”

“Good luck with that.” This comes from beside me, where my cousin Lorenzo is seated with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “There is no way in hell Zio Theo is letting you leave that house.”

“I’m an adult. I can do what I want,” I’m quick to remind him.

“Mhmm, let me know how that works for you.” Alessandro laughs from the driver’s seat.

“I hate you both,” I mutter under my breath while staring out the window. “I’ll discuss it with Mom first. Once she’s on board with it, she’ll make sure Dad doesn’t blow a gasket when I bring it up to him.”

My parents love hard. My brother and I are their world. Which makes it difficult for them to let go—my father more so than my mother. If he could, he would literally have me locked in a room where no one could access me. I’m not complaining. I’ve grown up surrounded by love, but there are times that it can all be very… suffocating.

My phone vibrates again in my bag so I pull it out and navigate to my unread messages.

Travis:

Fuck, Lili, you can’t say shit like that to me when I’m a million miles away from you. Now I have a hard-on, sitting on a jet surrounded by my teammates.

Travis:

Don’t touch yourself. When I get back into town, I want you weeping and ready for me.

Travis:

Already counting down the minutes till I can slide into you again.

Me:

Is now a good time to tell you my father probably has my phone cloned and likely reads my messages?

Travis:

Shit? Really?

Travis:

Fuck it. He already wants to kill me. It’ll be worth it. You’re worth it.

Me:

I think that might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Travis:

See you soon, babe.

“Fucking hell, Lil. Why do you have to look so happy?” Alessandro asks while glancing back at me.

And it’s only now that I realize Lorenzo’s nosey ass has been reading my entire conversation. “She’s texting lover boy.”

“It’s hard to kill someone who makes you look like that, sis,” my brother grumbles, and I narrow my glare on the back of his head.

“You’re not touching him.”

“I don’t like the guy,” Alessandro says. “He’s far too cocky.”

“Compared to all of you?” I gesture from my brother to my cousin. “Besides, Dad promised none of you would hurt him.”

“How the hell did you get him to agree to that?”

“I just told him the truth. That I really like Travis—like really, really like him. And if anything were to happen to him, it’d make me cry. A lot.” I smile. My father cannot stand to see me cry. Nothing sends him into more of a murderous rage than seeing me upset.

Did I use that knowledge to get whatever I wanted when I was younger? Yes. It would have been stupid not to. Am I using it now to stop him from going after my boyfriend? Again, yes. For the same reason.

I don’t care what that says about me. Because what I told my father was the truth. I do really, really like Travis. And I want to see where this relationship goes. I’ve never met anyone like him before. I’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone before. It’s this sense I get whenever he looks at me. Like he understands and sees me.

For the first time in my life, I feel seen. Which is odd, considering I’m used to having all eyes on me all the time.