CHAPTER SIX

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"That's all fate."

Shock straightens my spine as I stare at the gorgeous mansion in front of me. "Your home?" Surely, I couldn't have heard him correctly.

"Yep, and how you're feeling right now is how I felt when you first mentioned Guardian Valley at the club," he says, guiding us toward the stables—an obviously newer structure than what Serenity Ranch has.

Surprisingly, there's a man waiting to greet us and take Tenor. He dips his head in greeting then takes the reins once we dismount.

Travis has staff. Like round the clock staff ?

"Come on, I'll give you a tour of the house and explain things more. Although there's really not a logical explanation for both of us just happening to live in Guardian Valley. That's all fate."

The home is cozy with oversized furniture and a warm color palette. I imagine the reds and oranges play well in the daylight against the green and blue backdrop of sky and mountains outside. A view on full display through the massive floor to ceiling windows. Whoever designed this place was clearly a professional with great taste.

"I grew up in Montana. A town called Livingston that's two hours away. My mom raised me by herself, so money was tight," Travis begins, holding my hand as we walk through room after gorgeous room. "Kids bullied me for living in the trailer park. For wearing donated clothing. You name it, and I got teased for it. Until I started defending myself. That's when the fighting started."

He says it so nonchalantly like it doesn't matter now, but it's obvious his childhood shaped him into the man he is today.

"Busted lips, black eyes. Those were my reality until I finally got smart. Stopped adding more stress to my mom's life. I learned to control my emotions, my reactions to the taunting. Self-control has served me well from the moment I graduated high school to building my company."

That explains how easily he slips from passionate lover to collected businessman around others. Even earlier when Samantha got us for dinner, I'd still been fighting to catch my breath and bottle up the raging desire coursing through my blood, but Travis acted like she hadn't just heard him shout his pleasure not ten feet away.

"Now it makes sense… Why you react so calmly in the face of interruptions. Publicly at least," I amend, recalling his annoyance when our sexy times were cut short.

"Fuck interruptions. The point is all those years of honing my control are shot. Because you unravel me." His arms circle my waist and tug me into his chest. "I saw you then almost broke that asshole's wrist. I stole you away to my office to bury my face in your pussy not five minutes later. Hell, I flew the private jet here to claim you as mine permanently. My control is in tatters when it comes to you."

Whoa . I'm struggling to understand how I'm the woman holding this much power over Travis. He could literally have anyone. Anyone he's known for more than mere hours, yet I'm the one he wants. The one he can't get out of his mind.

It's heady stuff.

I've had a couple of boyfriends in the past, but they never made me feel like this. Valuable. Necessary. Sexy as hell.

I'm just a run of the mill girl with big dreams. Who am I to inspire such passion? Except Travis sees me as more.

And makes me believe he's right, trumping my self-doubt. I mean, the man flew his private jet across the country to find me. That's one heck of a booty call if this wasn't more to him.

If I didn't mean more to him.

"Does this mansion have a master suite? A bed? Because I think it's time you lost control somewhere I can fully enjoy it," I taunt, embracing this boost of confidence created by his admission.

A slow grin spreads across Travis's handsome face. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've just unleashed."

It's a warning, but all I feel is anticipation.

A second later, he tosses me over his shoulder. Literally. My belly to his shoulder. My face staring— and admiring —his firm ass beneath those Wranglers as his palm squeezes my hip.

It feels like that scene from Grey's Anatomy when Alex and Jo finally have sex and he carries her upstairs, except I never thought something like that could happen to me because I'm not a thin Tinkerbell look alike.

Turns out that doesn't matter as long as you have a man strong and determined enough to whisk you away to his bed.

And just like Jo from the show, I'm internally squealing in excitement over what comes next.

Complete freedom in bed with Travis—no distractions or interruptions in sight.

Yes, finally!

The journey to the home's master suite passes in a blur of tasteful decor and jean-clad legs before Travis lowers my feet to the hardwood flooring of his room. His hands drop to the belt at his waist, slowly unbuckling the leather before drawing it through the denim loops.

Why is that so sexy?

I catalog his every move from the metal clank of his belt hitting the floor to the whisper of his zipper sliding downward. The denim loosens around his waist, allowing Travis to free the hard bulge of his arousal from its restraints after shoving the jeans and boxer briefs out of his way.

"Is this where I get to serve you in other ways ?" I recall his smug assumption from the first night we met—before I distracted him with the discovery of my panty-less pussy.

Travis grins, fond remembrance flaring in his dark eyes. "Clever girl." He sits on the bed and motions me closer. A slight tug on my sweatshirt lets me know what he wants—me on my knees for him.

Complying, I kneel before him, bracing my hands on his thighs. Travis palms his hard cock before offering it to me, lowering the glistening head until it taps my bottom lip. "Open up, sweetheart. It's time to show your man how well you suck his cock."

My man.

I like the sound of that.

His low command beckons me closer, and we both groan as my mouth wraps around the tip of his cock with gentle suction. Both of Travis's hands dive into my hair—whether to guide my motions or provide stability, I'm not sure, but the feel of his fingertips scratching at my scalp has me swallowing more of his hot length, eager to please.

"Fuck, Brooke… Just like that…"

His murmured praise lulls me into a dreamlike haze as a push-pull rhythm forms between us. It's controlled like Travis. Not brutal or punishing. But the longer time stretches, the more of a wild edge seeps into his body, tension outlining his muscles as I attempt to shatter it.

"So perfect…" A moment later, Travis grunts before the salty warmth of his release fills my mouth, and he massages my scalp, stroking my hair. "You're so beautiful… My sweet Brooke…"

I've barely caught my breath when I'm hauled into his arms and rolled beneath his muscular body. He tenderly kisses my lips before rearing back with a determined expression. "Now, it's your turn."

The rest of our clothing quickly disappears as Travis tosses the offending items to the floor. It's my first time seeing all of his tan skin and supple muscles on display. And what a sight. Where I'm all soft curves—some might say too many curves—Travis is the opposite. Hard ridges form shadows along his abdomen. Wiry hair covers his chest before trailing downward.

My hand reaches out to follow the path except Travis traps my hand against the mattress as his tongue licks across my skin. Neck. Breasts. Belly. Until his heavy breaths warm my pussy, his face burrowing between my thighs.

The first flick of his tongue sends my back bowing up from the bed.

The second has my legs trying to snap together to keep him in place—an impossible feat with his broad shoulders holding me wide open.

And by the third, I'm embarrassingly close to coming already, the sensuality of sucking his cock combined with Travis's talented mouth shooting me straight into the sky like a Fourth of July firework.

"Travis!" Stars burst behind my eyelids as I fight to catch my breath. Another impossible endeavor because he wastes no time plunging his cock deep into my still-pulsing channel.

"I'm right here, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl. Swallowing my cock. Coming on my tongue. Give me one more of your sweet releases, then I'll let you rest."

A wayward thought towards needing to build my stamina flashes in my mind before it's swiftly forgotten in the wake of Travis's rough thrusts burying hard and fast into my pussy, shoving me higher up the mattress with each powerful snap of his hips.

"Please… I'm not sure I can…" Multiple orgasms aren't a stranger to me, at least when they come by my own hand. But this is way different than battery-operated climaxes.

This is a hundred times more intense.

And it's scary as hell.

"You can," Travis growls, bending low to whisper in my ear, "Trust me, sweetheart. Give me what I want and let go."

Like his voice has a direct line to my clit, my body obeys, and I cling to Travis, my nails digging into his shoulders as we both fly into the sun—two lovers melded together as one.