6. Bea

“Areyou really going to make him pierce his dick?” Quinn asks, and I start laughing when Laura says no.

“He wants to play the game, then we will play it?—”

“There is no way you will last, maybe a minimum, and that’s if everything is okay, four weeks without sex.” I stop walking, and turn to Quinn.

“Again, he has to go without sex. Me? I can do whatever I want. I’m not with him, I don’t have a ring on my finger, and he is the last person who has a right to tell me I can’t do something.”

I’m pissed off, but at the same time I’m happy with myself. Yes, getting close to Travis was part of the plan, but I need to find something, anything that could help me bring down his fucked up family. All I have is that he hates his dad, now what the hell is that going to do for me? Then on top of that, he is so fucking good in bed. Travis should hate that I like toys, but no he loves it, fucking hell it made him hard watching me while I was using them on myself.

If I didn’t hate his family, I would go to him for sex. He would be the perfect sex partner for my time here in college, but this can only last until I’m done with my plan.

I need to get close to his dad. He doesn’t know who I am, well I don’t think he does, I’ve changed a lot since then. I’d be surprised if he remembered me or my family, but at the same time he should remember who we are, because he’s the reason I no longer have a brother.

At the party when he touched me, I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face. touching me like he’s done nothing wrong. I’m going to laugh when I finally bring him down. I’m going to watch him burn, and bury him alive, if I can.

“Well, I don’t think he will be seeing it that way.” Quinn nods his head behind me, letting me know Travis is coming. I smile at both Quinn and Laura, and walk off, but stop when Travis grabs my arm.

“You know, once I get you in my bed, I might tie you to it. Once I have you, I won’t give you the chance to run.” He takes my books from me yet again, and I stare at him for a moment.

“You have to get me in there first?” I snatch my books back, but when he goes to take them again, I move them to the side so he can’t.

“I don’t need a man to hold anything for me. I’m sure I can look after myself, and as for tying me to your bed, if I want to run, I’ll run.” I smile at him, but the look on his face is not amused. Something changes in his eyes, but before I can even move his hands are wrap around my neck, pulling me close to him.

“I won’t let you run. `You, little firecracker, are mine, and I won’t let you go now.” Travis’s eyes are blazing into mine as each word escapes from his lips, making sure I understand him. But I’m not playing his game.

“Whoever left you, they might have had a reason.” Travis’s expression darkens with my reply, and it hits me, it was the wrong thing to say to him. His grip around my neck tightens. Who the hell left him?

“Travis.” I hear Blake behind him, but Travis still holds tight around my neck.

“And I won’t let it happen again,” he replies in a dangerous tone, which makes my body shiver, this is the first time his words have done that to me.

“Soon, I’ll always know where you are…” A smile tugs on his lips when he finally lets go of my neck, taking my books from me.

“Shall we go to class?”

Without replying to Travis, I turn and link arms with Quinn and start walking to class, shaking my head.

He’s fucked half the college, so I know for a fact he hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to care for any girl here.

“Are you staying a bit longer after swimming,” Quinn asks and I give him a nod.

I like having the pool to myself after a training session. I’ve been thinking of going to a hockey practice to see how well Travis plays. I don’t know much about the sport, but it’s fun watching them beat each other up, so why not. Sure his training is after swimming, but I don’t have any more classes this afternoon. So if I’m right, once I finish swimming he should be starting practice.

“Be safe.”

“Always am,” I reassure Quinn. I know he worries about what I do, but I tell him the same thing every time, I need to know what he felt. How he felt while protecting me.

I watch Quinn and Laura walk into class, I turn around and smile at Travis looking down at me with a very sexy smile.

“I do enjoy the dimples, but the best thing is when you wrinkle your nose when you’re angry with me, it makes me hard.”

“What doesn’t make you hard,” I ask. Making him laugh, he takes a step closer to me, his hands move up my arms, to my neck, and he softly wraps his hands around my neck. Almost like he’s cupping my jaw, but instead he has a good grip on the top of my neck.

Why does this turn me on? Why does his hand around my neck make me want him?

“When it comes to you PR, nothing. I’ll happily slam you against the wall and fuck you right here—” He pulls me closer, with the hand that is still around my neck, I want to tell him to tighten his grip, but I keep that thought to myself. “And you enjoy my hand around your neck, every time I’ve done it, a little spark flashes in your eyes—” he brings his lips to mine, and licks them softly. Fuck, is all I can think.

“My hands enjoy being around your neck.” He kisses me hard, and I grab hold of his shirt, so I don’t fall back.

“You’re books, PR.” He removes his hand from my neck and gives my books back to me.

“Pretty Rude,” I say to him, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“See you later.” He gives me a wink, and walks over to his friends. I watch him for a moment, the man has a nice ass, and I can’t complain about that.

Forgetting about Travis and his sexy ass, I get to class, wanting it to finish quickly so I can get in the pool. The one place I hate, and yet feel safe too.

Coach had us working hard today. I’m not too worried about my time, but I’m not happy with it either. My time is still better than anyone else on the team. I know I can be faster, but I’m not doing it, and I don’t know why.

I get ready to dive into the water, and look at the clock, waiting for it to hit on the hour. Five, four, three, two, one.

I push myself off the diving board, just before hitting the water I take a deep breath and go under. I can stay down longer. I know I can. I have to.

“You leave her alone?—”

“I’ve already touched her once—” He stops when mom pushes him away.

“Only need…”

“You need nothing. He will?—”

“How about you do what you’re here for!” He shouts at mom, and I run away from the door.

Stay under!

I shout to myself. I’ve lost count of how long I’m under, but my lungs are burning, I need air. Kicking my legs, my head pops out the water, and I take a deep breath and look at the timer.

“Fuck!” I shout to myself, again shaking my head.

“How long do you want to stay down there, PR?” I quickly turn to see Travis standing by the end of the pool.

“I can help with breath play.” He gives me a wink. Ignoring him I swim the length of the pool, turning at the end I swim my way back to the other end. I just want a moment away from Travis, thinking about him and his asshole father. The man I want dead.

Once I get to the end, I look up at Travis smiling down at me. Before he can say anything, I already know what he’s thinking.

“If only you were sucking my dick, this would be the best view.” He puts his hand out for me, and I take it. It’s the smile, his sexy, devilish smile, that gets me every time. I want to kiss him.

Fucking up my plan with a sexy smile, how the fuck does that happen?

“Don’t you look sexy all wet.” I feel his hands cupping my jaw. “Admit you like my hands around your neck.” He leans down and gives me a kiss, a quick kiss but as he pulls away, he bites my bottom lip a little.

“You already know I do.” I push him away from me, grab my towel, and the box full of my clothes. Travis doesn’t even let me fully stand up with the box, before he takes it from me.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“And what was the question,” I ask, while walking into the girls changing room. Travis follows me in, like he is meant to be there, I have a feeling the three of them don’t follow any rules.

“How long were you planning on holding your breath underwater?” He places the box on the bench, and I turn to face him.

I can tell him the truth, but I’m not going to. He has no idea who I am, he wasn’t even at the house when it happened. I know some things about his family, maybe things he doesn’t even know, but I don’t have to tell him anything.

“For as long as I can.” I take my cap off, and start taking my swimsuit off with my back to him. There is no point in waiting for him to leave, he’s already seen me naked.

I turn around to find Travis staring at me, and now I understand when people say, he’s watching you like he wants to eat you, Travis eyes are burning into me. I smile when he grabs my hips and slams me back against the locker.

“Wrap your legs around me tight, I’m not holding you.” Travis almost shouts the words at me, as he quickly pulls his sweatpants off.

“Your pussy is begging me to fuck it, it’s so wet.” He rubs his dick over and over, and I lick my lips, watching his eyes change as if he had something taking over his body. “I have no idea what fucking drug you are, but I’m planning on using for as long as I can.” Travis slams his lips into mine, hard enough for my head bangs against the locker behind me.

I’m the drug? Is he fucking joking, I’m throbbing from wanting him to fuck me, touch me, kiss me. I’m addicted to a drug that I need to stay the hell away from.

Both his hands cup my jaw, then start moving up and down my neck, giving it a little squeeze. Without warning his slams inside me, making me scream against his lips, and my legs wrap tighter around him. Travis grip tightening, but not enough.

“Choke me, harder.” I whisper the words against his lips.

“Two slaps on the arm, I stop.” He commands, and I nod, but I know I can take it. I want it.

The harder he thrusts, the harder he squeezes my neck. I have lost control of my body, Travis now has full control. I shouldn’t give him control, but fuck it’s so good.

My hands move to his wrist, his thrusts become harder. Fuck this is it, this is what I’ve wanted, my body is aching for more. I open my mouth a little, it’s going dry. As if he knows, and it brings a smile to my lips, he leans closer and spits in my mouth. Travis only loosens his grip a little, so I can swallow, after I do his grip gets tighter and the thrusts become faster and harder. I’m going to have bruises on my back, and I’m not regretting them at all.

“You on the pill? Tap my arm once if yes.” Travis shouts the question, and I tap, but do I want him to come inside me?

No.

But I don’t want him to stop either.

“I don’t care what you say, you’re fucking mine. Do. You. Understand? Fucking. Mine!” He shouts, as he slams hard into me. I slap my hands on the locker, then grip his hands again. “My little firecracker. Mine!” I don’t hear anything he’s saying anymore, as my body trembles from the orgasm burning through me.

The grip around my neck loosens, Travis slows down, and holds me by the ass so I don’t fall.

I’m not telling him, but fuck, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.

Travis leans in closer and kisses my neck, as I take in a few deep breaths.

“You okay?” He asks.

“I’m good.”

“It’s fucking hot knowing I’m going to be leaking out of you all afternoon.” Travis brings his hands up softly to my neck, then jawline and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

“All mine, PR.” I lick my lips and remember he’s still inside me with my legs wrapping around him. I unwrap my legs from his hips and Travis finally pulls out of me, and takes a step back to help me to my feet.

“Now I know you like PR, but I really don’t.” I go to walk to the shower but stop when Travis grabs my arm. He smashes my body against his, wrapping a towel around me, bringing his hand softly around my neck to lift my head up.

“No cleaning yourself up, firecracker, and PR is cute, my little pocket rocket.” I start laughing at the meaning of PR, I wasn’t going to get that, no matter how much I tried.

“Get dressed, I have practice to get to.” He sits on the bench waiting for me to get dressed, as he taps on his phone.

“And I have to be there because?” I put on my clothes, and look at my phone to see a message from Quinn asking where to meet up, and I tell him to come to the rink. We’ll stay there for a bit then leave.

“Ready.” I grab my stuff, and Travis takes them off me, and I shake my head.

“I can carry my own things.”

“You’re my girl now, I’ll carry your things.” Not saying anything to him, we go over to the rink, which is only a few minutes away from the pool.

“August and Meadow will be there?—”

“Not part of your little group.” I cut him off and walk away as he heads into the changing room. I look over to the team already moving around the ice, but a few of them stop and look over at me, and smile.

“You keep looking at her, I’ll fucking punch you!” Logan shouts at one of them, and Blake pushes the guy down to the ice.

“I’m sure she’s single?—”

“No, she’s not.” Blake cuts him off.

“Yes, I am!” I snap, and they both look over at me.

Logan and Blake skate over to me, and I grin at them.

“Welcome to the family, he’s fucked you at school, and everyone knows.” Blake slams his phone on the window and I look at the picture of my legs wrapped around Travis. You can’t see any of my body, but my legs, because Travis’s body is covering me.

“Can’t even tell that’s me.” I look over at Travis skating over to us. “You like taking pictures while you fuck me, Playboy, at least tell me.” I snap at him, fucking asshole.

“What?” Travis takes the phone from Blake, and smiles.

“Well at least the college knows you’re mine now.” He hands the phone back to Blake.

“Not after this?—”

“I didn’t take the picture, I don’t need a picture when I get to see it every day anyway.” He gives me a wink.

“You three want to fucking practice today?” Their coach shouts, making Logan and Blake skate over.

“I’ll find out who took the pictu?—”

“Your girlfriend did.” I nod behind him at Britney smiling at me, and I smile back. She thinks this is something for me to worry about, she’s wrong. Can’t even see my face, or any part of my body.

It should piss me off about the picture, and if it was showing parts of my body, I would be. These are high school games, and I’m not here to play games, I’m here to finish the man who took my family.

“Not even a month, and you’re known for being the whore!” Quinn wraps his arm over my shoulder and laughs, and I shake my head at him as he shows me the picture.

“Well, at least you get to see his sexy ass.”

“So you think my ass is sexy?—”

“Travis, five laps!” Coach shouts, and Travis smiles.

“Totally worth it, and I’ll take care of her too.” Travis skates off, and I sit with Quinn watching the team. I glance over at Britney with some of the other girls, knowing they’re talking about me, since they keep looking over.

“She’s going to make trouble for you.” Quinn zooms into the picture to Travis’s ass. “One sexy ass,” he whispers to himself.

“Only because her boyfriend is fucking me, she’ll get over it.” I blow her a kiss, letting her know she is not affecting me the way she hopes. I’ve been through worse than her, so she can bring it all.