16. Travis

I didn’t thinkI needed a fight tonight, but this has been just what I did need. The whole time I’ve imagined it’s my dad, each punch has felt amazing. Knowing the day isn’t far off until I can get to him.

I kick the guy in the face, and he falls back. I smile to myself, because I know my dad thought this guy was going to almost kill me, but when you’re not in your son’s life, you don’t know what he can do.

Looking over at my dad staring at me, I walk over to them, and smile at Jasper. “Count your days, you don’t have many left.” I turn to face my dad who’s staring at me, but then he glances over my shoulder. I saw him talking to Bea, which I wasn’t worried about it, the guys were there. Plus, Bea is a fighter, she would have punched my dad if she could, just because he pisses her off.

I make my way to the guys, and Bea strains her neck to look up at me and wraps her arm around my waist Blake throws my T-shirt over to me, then looks at my face.

“Office is empty.” Blake gives me a nod and I know what he’s thinking, and I smile. I look over at Mason Crawford getting ready for his fight. “We’re heading home after this fight,” Blake lets me know, which I’ll be honest, isn’t a bad idea since I’m tired.

“Your girl has pissed your dad off enough for him to try something on her,” Logan whispers to me. He’s trying to get to me through her, and she’s showing him a strong front which I’m not sure is the best thing.

Letting them know I’ll see them in the morning, Bea and I make our way up to the office so I can clean up a bit. I lock the door behind me, and smile at Bea. Fuck, I started getting hard walking up to the office just staring at her ass.

Grabbing Bea by the neck, I slam my lips onto hers. Fuck I knew I cut my lip but didn’t think it was so deep. Walking us back until I get to the desk and move things around, I sit Bea on the desk, and she moans against my mouth as my jeans hit the floor.

She stares at my hard cock ready to fuck her mouth, fuck does it need to be deep down her throat.

“You need to fight more.”She kisses me again and cups my balls hard enough to make me jolt a little,making Bea giggle while still kissing me, she pulls away a little. “Choke me harder.”

Oh fuck, this woman is perfect. I tighten my grip around her neck, still not tight because I want her to slowly get used to it, because I’m going to see how long she can hold her breath for.

My free hand moves to the back of her head, and I get a handful of hair. “Lie down, little Firecracker.” Bea looks behind her, and lies on the table, letting her head hang on the side. I didn’t even have to tell her to do it. “Do you enjoy being my good little slut?”

“Yes.”

“You want it in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat hard?”

“Yes.”

“How hard?” I ask. Bea smiles, letting me know I’m in control now, and she’s not going to stop me.

I begin smacking my dick against her lips, and she sticks her tongue out, fuck I love how much she loves sex.

“Good girl, you love it. Open your mouth for me.” Without even a second thought she opens wide, not able to stop the smile, I spit in her mouth, but instead of my dick, she gets a mouthful of my balls. “Fuck.” She sucks hard, sucking harder than I thought she would. Bea wraps her hand around my dick, sucking my balls and rubbing my dick at the same time as I choke her, my other hand lifting her T-shirt. Grabbing a handful of her breasts, pinching her nipple a few times.

She pops my balls out, and brings the head of my dick to her mouth, and she opens wider, as I push slowly and deeper in. My hand gets tighter around her neck, and Bea gags a little. I smile to myself when I feel my cock in her throat. I hold still for a moment, seeing the saliva escape her mouth.

I start fucking her mouth faster, Bea gags a few times and my grip tightens. Going deeper and deeper, as deep as I can get.

“Suck it, harder,” I command, because she’s not going hard enough, and I want to pinch her nose when she’s ready.

Bea places her hands on my hips then begins sucking harder. “Fuck, good girl,” I moan out. “When it gets too much, slap my leg, I’ll stop.” I wait for her to nod, letting me know she understands me. She doesn’t know what I’ve got planned, not sure how she’s going to feel about this either.

She nods, sucking harder and moaning at the same time. I pull completely out of her, letting her take a deep breath in, then thrust back into her mouth. Pinching her nose, her eyes pop open, looking straight at me.

“Slap my leg.” I tell her, as I thrust hard into her mouth.

My hand is tight around her neck, her nose pinched, but she continues to suck hard. I look up at the time, to see how long she can go for, thrusting hard in her mouth. Feeling myself hit the back of her throat, fucking her face hard.

Bea’s hands tense up on my hips, but she doesn’t tap. “Fuck.” I’m close, so fucking close, but now I have to hold it until she taps my leg.

I slow down a little, because I’m not sure if I’m going to last much longer. Looking up at the time, I’ve seen her in the pool, staying down there for almost eight minutes, but this has to be different. Five minutes, tap my fucking leg.

Finally, she taps my leg, and I unpinch her nose, and start thrusting fast.

“You swallow!” I shout.

Saliva escapes her mouth, tears escapes her eyes. Slurping and sucking echo in my ears, it is the best sound. I stop deep in her throat, and stay there for a moment, then start thrusting a few times, pulling out a little so the tip of my dick is in her mouth.

My hand is still wrapped around her neck wanting to feel her swallow, and I come hard, she swallows three times before all my cum is gone. The little that escapes her mouth, I wipe up with my thumb, then make her suck on it.

“Did my little slut enjoy that?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips, but she wraps her hands around my neck pulling me closer as she kisses me deeper.

“Fucking loved it,” she tells me, then licks my lips, when I smile. “You can fuck me every single day, I’m not going to complain about it.”

I burst out laughing, pulling my jeans back up watching Bea breathing heavily still lying on the table. She is a vision I can’t stop staring at.

Moving around the table I lean down to give her a kiss. I could kiss her lips every second of the day. Right now, I won’t plan on stopping any time soon.

“You have two choices. one, I can eat you here, or two, we go to my house, and I can make you scream my name all night?” I help her sit up, but before she is up straight, I start sucking on her nipple. Hearing a moan escape her lips only makes me do one thing. Give her nipple a bite.

“I think we should go home, because if you start, I’m not letting you stop.” She gets off the table and jumps up a little and I catch her. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. “And I wouldn’t mind you choking me more either.” She leans in closer to kiss me, this time harder.

Bea sucks on my bottom lip, which hurts like hell from the fight.

It’s crazy how much Bea is becoming an addiction for me.

I want to drink her in every day, and I need her to be around me. She’s going to be stuck with me whether she likes it or not. So she might as well get used to the idea.

I watch the hockey game on TV. Today was an easy class day. Practice in the morning, one class for the day, I can’t ask for a better day than today.

Logan walked through the door an hour ago, with Meadow and Poppy, who hasn’t left my side since she walked in. Telling me about her school day, how she’s been telling everyone her boyfriend plays hockey. Logan’s been throwing his own comments about it, which only makes Meadow and I laugh at him.

“Pass the fucking puck!” I shout at the TV, shaking my head, I look over at Meadow telling me to watch my language. “She might as well get used to it, if she’s here all the time.”

“Leave Travis alone, he’s upset they?—”

“Oh, stop protecting him,” Logan cuts Poppy off, making me roar in laughter. He still hates that she likes me more than him.

“Thanks Poppy.” I wrap my arm around her, then kiss the top of her head.

I messaged Bea to come over once she has finished class, since she didn’t have swim practice today, which I’m not sure she’s good with. She didn’t go swimming this morning, and she goes every day.

I think we slept three hours last night, and I’m not complaining about any of it. Never thought I would be a one-woman man, but Bea is more than enough for me. She loves sex as much as I do, she makes me laugh, and the best thing about her is. She likes to fight for herself. The perfect woman in my eyes.

Looking over the door, I smile seeing Bea walk in, but the smile is soon gone, because she doesn’t look happy.

Slamming her books on the table. “I fucking hate men.” She drops on the armchair on the other side of the table, because Poppy is sitting next to me, and there is no room on the other side.

“And which men are we talking about?” When I left her this morning she was happy with me, so I know it’s not me.

“My teacher, that asshole. He failed me because I refuse to defend a rapist—” she shakes her head, finally looking at me. “He said if I work for the government, I might be given any case, and I would have to take it. Told him, I’d rather lose my job, than protect a fucking rapist. So he failed me. I swear he hates me, and?—”

“Can he fail you, for that?” Meadow is the first to ask.

“No.” Bea shakes her head.

Now I’m wondering what it is with this teacher failing her for a stupid reason. There must be a reason behind it.

“Mr. Parker seems to be fucking with my ed?—”

“What?” I ask.

What the hell does my dad have to do with this? And why would be he so focused on fucking up her education? There are a million other things he can do to piss me off, this is one, but nothing big because I will sort it out within a day.

“I saw them talking this morning, so I know the dickhead is behind it.” She gets off her seat and walks over to me, and points to my sweatshirt on the side. “Can I wear this?”

“For a price,” I joke, and she laughs looking at Poppy.

“Not sure your girlfriend will like it,” she whispers as she moves closer to grab the sweatshirt. “Save it for the bedroom.” She walks away to sit back down smiling at me.

“Holding you to that.” I wink at her, which makes her stick her tongue out at me.

“So ,what are you doing about your grade?” Meadow asks her.

I’m not asking because I’m going to fix it first thing in the morning and Logan knows that too, because he will be helping me.

“I’m sure I’ll figure something out,” Bea replies, looking and raising her brow at me. “You got any ideas?”

“Yes, I do.” I give her a wink, and we all turn to the door when it slams shut.

“You’re lucky I’ve not fucking buried him the woods, so be happy he gets to have fucking lunch with you, Sunshine.” Blake shouts at August, she shakes her head and sits next to Meadow.

“He hugged me, goodbye?—”

“He touched you. The only reason he isn’t dead is because he’s in the army. We don’t need that heat on us.” Blake snaps at her, and both Logan and I start laughing, and August tells us to fuck off.

“You’re crazy.” August shakes her head.

Blake keeps quiet now, but the smile on his face is making me laugh.

“Can you believe him?” August turns to Meadow, who is watching me as I can’t stop laughing.

“It’s Blake, of course I can believe it,” Meadow replies which get a big roar of laughter from him. “I don’t even want to know the things Logan’s done for me, that I don’t know about.” She turns to face him, and I know she doesn’t want to know.

“We have to visit someone in the morning,” I tell Blake, then turn to August. “What mood is your dad in?” Might need to get a teacher sacked, getting rid of him completely will take some time, if I find out he’s in with my dad, then it might be a different story.

“Don’t know, haven’t spoken to him.” She replies, then looks at something Poppy is showing her.

It worked for Logan, maybe it will work for me too, there must be a department which needs money.

“Block the fucking puck!” Logan shouts at the TV. “I swear I can do better.” I walk off into the kitchen, and Bea follows.

My phone vibrates as I dig it out of my pocket, no ID again.

“Hello,” I answer, but nothing and the phone goes dead.

All day this has been happening, it’s starting to piss me off. The guys think my dad is trying to get in my head, and I have to say it’s working. I want to spend my time figuring it out, but how the hell can I find out where the call is coming from?

“Miss me?” Bea stands in front of me as I lean on the counter.

“I did.” I pull her closer so I can wrap my arms around her. “What should we do tonight?” I ask.

“Sex?” I laugh at her question.

“Already have that planned with a few toys too, anything else?” I ask, giving her a kiss.

“Anything, as long as it’s with you.” Bea tiptoes so she can kiss me, but I pull away from her. She grabs the back of my neck to pull me closer, but I fight laughing at the same time. “Might need to pull away from you, then.” Bea tries to take a step back.

“Oh, Firecracker I’ll tie you to the fucking bed if you even think about pulling away.” My comment makes Bea laugh, and I raise my brows at her,

“Doesn’t seem like the worst punishment—” She stops when I start laughing, she doesn’t know it yet, but she is the one for me. “Movie night, or another fun date type thing?” She walks to the fridge to get a bottle of water, and then turns to me.

I knew she might have a few questions after hearing Blake’s comment about being dead in the woods. I wasn’t going to say anything to her, not until she asks the question.

“What are the woods?” I tilt my head to the side, narrowing my brows at her.

“Is that the question you really want to ask?” Folding my arms over my chest, waiting for what she really wants to ask.

“Do you kill people, and bury them in the woods?” There are many ways I can answer this question, but I’m going to be simple.

“Yes.” I watch her carefully, her body not tensing up. She doesn’t even look fazed with what I’ve told her.

She tilts her head from side to side, and I can see her biting her inner cheek. She’s got questions in her head, just working out if she should ask them.

“How many?”

“Enough.”

“Who’s on your list?”

“My dad is sitting at the top of the list, at the moment.” Again, she’s not fazed with my answer.

“Blake and Logan have done things for August and Meadow, will you do them for me?” This question has me smiling, they do it because they love their girls. I don’t know if I do or not, I know I’m obsessed with her, and the thought of her not being by my side is something I don’t want.

“If I do, it’s because I’ve fallen in love with you, and you can never leave my side—” I stop when she starts walking over to me, and wraps her arms around my waist. “Once you’re in, you’re in. No leaving.”

I’m interested to see what she says about this, because I want to see if she’s with me, or if I’m still a guy to fuck.

“I don’t plan on leaving.” She brings her hands to the back of my neck and breaks eye contact with me for a moment. “I enjoy being with you, but saying these words isn’t something I think I can do, because I refuse to get hurt?—”

“You think I’ll hurt you?” I cut her off, because she’s the last person on my list I want to hurt, fuck she’s not even on my list.

“No, but the thought still scares me.”

“Scares me, too.” I lean down, giving her a small kiss. “You want me to do something, just say the word.” I tell her, if there is someone she wants to get rid of. I’ll do it. I lean my forehead on hers, and she kisses me.

“No one yet.” I feel her lips curl into a smile. “But I am looking forward to when the time comes now.” She pulls away from me a little. “I hope you’ll be standing next to me.”

“Always.” I look over at the guys walking into the kitchen. “Movies?” I ask them.

“Sure, we’ll get the girls, meet you there.”

I look back down at Bea who’s watching me, and she smiles. Have I really found the girl to be with me until the end? I seriously hope she’s it, because I want her to be.