Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers) (26 page)

“Damn, you must’ve really been bored to do that,” he declared after she’d explained her task. “I take it
Levi isn’t here.”

She nodded, holding out a hand. “He said he had to get back to work, but
I
think he just couldn’t wait to see Tabitha again.”

Taking her hand, Tr
avis helped her stand, then pulled her into his arms for a long, slow, deep kiss that would’ve made her knees weak whether her legs were asleep or not.

“
Believe me, I know the feeling.” He kissed her again before adding, “I really like your son, Miranda. It’s easy to see why you’re so proud of him.”

“He never ceases to amaze me. I didn’t
know what he’d say when he found out you’d been staying here with me.”

Travis chuckled.
“As I recall, he told you to marry me.”

She rolled her eyes. “We had a little talk about that. Not sure I convinced him of anything, but—”

“I thought he had the right idea, myself.”

Drawing in a ragged breath, she gave him a tremulous smile. “A little pre
mature, don’t you think?”

“Not really.” He gave her left hand a meaningful squeeze. “Especially
since you finally decided to take off your wedding ring.”

“
I knew that might be…awkward, but I didn’t mean for you to think—”

He pressed another kiss to her lips, effectively silencing her. “Miranda. All it means is that you’ve decided you’re ready to move on. Not
that you intend to marry me or anyone else.”

She nodded.
“Levi obviously didn’t see it that way. He’s never been one to beat around the bush, but…” She paused, feeling the flush rising in her cheeks. “He thinks I’m lonely living here all by myself. And maybe he’s right. I’ve been so busy with the horses and other things, I hadn’t realized... Anyway, I want you to know, it’s been wonderful having you here. I didn’t think it was such a good idea at first, but now...”

“
Why, Miranda.” Clasping her upper arms, he leaned back slightly, his tone light and teasing. “Does this mean you want me to stay on?”

“That
’s up to you. I know you have your own home and other things to take care of. It would be selfish of me to expect you to stay forever.”

“
Not selfish at all. These past few days have been the best of my life, but Stuart
was
pretty glad to see me last night.” He paused, shaking his head. “He just hasn’t been the same since his divorce.”

“
Maybe he needs to get out more. I know of at least three women I could fix him up with.”

“Yes, but if it turns out like your last ma
tchmaking attempt, he’ll fall for
you
—and then where would we be?”

“
Not likely,” she said. “Once he meets Christina, he’ll never look twice at me.”

“
Maybe—although I can’t see him having any more in common with her than I did.” He shot her a sidelong glance. “And yes, I know she thought I was boring. Of course, the fact that I was only pretending to be interested in her might have had something to do with it.”

“
You were pretending?”

He shrugged.
“I didn’t want you to think I didn’t like your friends, so I picked one.”

“Yeah, the prettiest
,” she said with a wry smile. “I’m sure that was a really tough decision for you.”

“She was the first one I
met. It seemed sort of mean to make her think I’d met her first and then decided on one of the others.”

At least he was considerate.
“That was nice of you, even though you weren’t entirely truthful. You told me things were going pretty well. Her story was completely different.”

“I didn
’t want you to think it was my fault,” he said sheepishly. “I wanted it to be her fault so you wouldn’t get mad at me and never speak to me again—or hug me.” He paused for a moment. “You know, that day at Nigel’s when you hugged me, I thought you were just doing it to be kind, but there was more to it than that, wasn’t there?”

She nodded. “
I’d been itching for an excuse to get my arms around you for a long time.” Taking a deep breath, she plunged onward. “It was tough feeling the way I did all the while believing you’d already ruled me out.” If he’d had
any
idea what she’d been thinking back then... “I hadn’t looked at a man in ages, and you never once looked back.”

“Oh, yes I did
. You just didn’t see it. Hell, I scheduled all my appointments at Nigel’s so I could be there when you had your lesson.”

“
Really?”
And I’d considered changing days so I wouldn’t see him anymore.
“What would you have done if I’d quit taking lessons?”

“I have
absolutely no idea. There for a while, I didn’t even know your last name. I suppose I could have pumped Nigel for information—although after the Christmas party, I at least knew where you lived. I’d have found
some
reason to turn up on your doorstep.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Even though I knew you were married, I couldn’t help how I felt.”

“Me,
neither. You wouldn’t
believe
the fantasies I used to have about you.”

“I might,” he drawled.
“I had some pretty hot ones myself.”

His slow, lip-curling smile made
Miranda wonder if any of them involved getting his cock sucked during lunch—which might explain a few things. Not that she’d minded.

“
Speaking of fantasies...” His eyebrows lifted suggestively as his long, sexy dimples began to emerge.

“What about them?”

“I’ve been having one all day.” Moving closer, he placed his hands on her hips.

“About what?”
If it involves licking your succulent dick, count me in…

“
Remember when we talked about lying out on the deck in a sleeping bag?” Kissing her neck, he skimmed his fingers up and down her spine.

“
That reminds me, I found two of them when I was cleaning.” 

He nodded.
“I noticed them setting in the hallway last night.” He pulled her against his groin. His hard cock was right there, straining against the zipper of his jeans, begging for her attention. “So how about it, Miranda? Wanna spend the night under the stars with me?”

“
As long as we put lots of padding underneath the sleeping bags. I’m not so sure my ribs can take lying on the deck all night.”

“I brought one of those inflatable mattresses from home.
Stuart used to sleep on it when he first moved in with me. I thought it might come in handy sometime.”

“You thought right
. It’s not supposed to rain tonight, is it?”

“Nope,” he replied.
“For once, it’s not going to rain or be very cold. And I don’t have any appointments until eleven.”

H
is tongue grazed the side of her neck, releasing a flood of tingles.

“Ooh,
baby
…”

Chapter 26

Miranda awoke to the sound of birds chirping, the sun’s heat on her face, and the solid warmth of Travis spooned up against her back. They’d fallen asleep in the same position they’d made love, her body still humming from the feel of him rocking into her from behind. A muted snuffle and a soft thumping nearby prompted her open her eyes to meet expectant gazes from all three of her dogs. She was about to nudge Travis when the dogs leaped up in unison and dashed down the steps, barking madly.

Rising
up on her elbow, she cocked her head. “D’you hear something?”

“
You mean aside from the dogs?” Judging from his tone, he hadn’t appreciated the canine wake-up call. “Sounds like a car going down the road.”

She hesitated, listening.
“Holy shit, what day is it?”

“March first,” he replied,
yawning. “Please don’t tell me you’re disoriented again.”

Sitting up the rest of the way, she
unzipped the sleeping bag, praying she wouldn’t jam it in her haste. “I am
not
disoriented and that is
not
a car going down the road. It’s someone coming up the driveway. Probably the meter reader. She usually comes on the first of the month.”

“So?”

Miranda
got to her feet, gesturing frantically toward the meter on the wall by the door, which was less than six feet from where they were lying. “So, the meter is right
there
.”

Travis scrambled out of the sleeping bag
in record time, proving how quickly he could move when the need arose. They made it inside just as the car reached the house and came to a stop. Naked and giggling, they darted into the kitchen.

“
Damn, that was close,” Travis exclaimed as they heard the car drive away.

H
ands pressed tightly to her side as she rested her hip against the edge of the table, Miranda could scarcely control her laughter enough to speak. “We probably would’ve given that sweet little old lady a heart attack.”

“
She’s probably seen a lot worse,” Travis said, chuckling. “Besides, if we’d been inside the sleeping bag, she might not have realized we were naked.”

“True, but why else would we be sleeping on the deck when we
’ve got a perfectly good bed in the house?”

“
She still wouldn’t have actually seen anything.” With a low whistle, his heated gaze roamed up and down her body. “Unlike what I’m seeing now.
Wow
.”

Suddenly,
Miranda felt more exposed than she’d ever been in her life, almost as though she’d been caught naked by a stranger. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she attempted a puzzled frown. “It’s not like you’re seeing anything you haven’t seen before—is it?”

“Must be the
morning light—or maybe it’s because we’re in the kitchen.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a seductive smirk as he flicked an eyebrow. “C’mere and kiss me like you did the first time.” His voice dropped to a low rasp. “Like you could swallow me whole.”

A swift, do
wnward glance certainly demonstrated the impossibility of swallowing his
dick
whole—
but I’m perfectly willing to give it a try.
Fascinated, Miranda couldn’t recall that it had ever been quite so enormous before
.

Guess it’s t
hat morning light thing…

Her brief attack of modesty completely forgotten, she
hurled herself into his embrace. Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down and devoured him, astonished at the unbridled hunger that made her crave even more. Sliding her hands down his back, she stroked his tight, muscular ass, seizing it with both hands, squeezing hard as she pulled him tightly against her.

His hard,
drooling cock now trapped between them, she pushed his hips side to side, spreading his slick cock syrup over her skin. Exhaling as her name escaped his lips, he thrust his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth. As their tongues sparred with one another, Travis imitated her hold on him, pressing his fingers into her buttocks as he inched her backward until her bottom rested on the edge of the table. Pulling her leg up with one hand, he slid the other hand between her legs, soaking his fingers in the flood of moisture from her pussy.

Unable to maintain her grip on his ass,
Miranda snaked her arms around him and held on, her fingertips roaming through the soft hair on the back of his head. With a ragged breath, he tore his mouth from hers and dipped his head to her breast. His tongue was warm on her nipple, and he laved it mercilessly while circling her clit with his thumb. Overwhelming sensations washed through her, leaving her too weak to hold on.

As her hands slipped from his
shoulders, Travis let go of her leg and scooted her further back onto the table. Bracing her hands behind her on the smooth surface, Miranda’s gaze locked with his astonishing blue eyes as he knelt down to bury his face between her thighs. She caught only a brief glimpse of the top of his head before her neck arched backward as he latched onto her clitoris.

Within seconds, he
r mind shifted to an image of Travis’s balls dangling enticingly above her lips. As her body embarked on the steady ascent to the pinnacle of her climax, a scream rose in her throat, escaping only when her fantasy self sucked a testicle into her mouth. Torrents of an orgasmic storm thundered through her, wrenching more cries from her with each swipe of his tongue.

With a
shuddering sigh, Travis let go of her clit to rest his head against her inner thigh. “I didn’t forget this time.”

Miranda had absolutely no idea what he meant by that and didn’t care
because, without pausing to elaborate, Travis surged to his feet and scooped her into his arms. Holding her close to his chest, he scattered fervent kisses over her face and neck before resting his head on her shoulder.

“Suck me, Miranda
.
Please
.” His voice was so deep and rough, she barely recognized it. “Put my dick in your mouth and suck it.”

Needing no further encouragement,
she slid off the table and sank to her knees, taking his cock in her hands. Pressing wet kisses along the length of his shaft, she opened her mouth when she reached the crown, savoring the slick sauce that spurted from his slit. As his dick slid past her lips, a deluge of moisture flowed from her core, drenching her halfway to her knees. She’d been hot before, but
nothing
like this.

With her orgasmic vision still fresh in her mind, sh
e moved on to savor his balls, bathing the scrotal skin with his own slippery fluid until the glistening orbs seemed to beg her to suck them. His swift, gasping inhale as she allowed the first one to drop into her mouth seemed to herald his climax, but he held on, threading his fingers through her hair as she continued to devour him. Switching to the other side, she held his testicle in her mouth while caressing it with her tongue. Wrapping her fingers around his rock-hard cock sent a flood of lava rushing to her center, intensifying her aching need for him.

Letting go of his balls, she
turned her gaze upward. The sight of his face there above her while his heavy cock rested on her cheek made her crave him to the point that she couldn’t even be polite about it. “Come on, Travis. Fuck me.
Now
.”

His response was so immediate, she barely had time to register the soreness
in her bottom when he pulled her to her feet and clutched her buttocks to lift her onto the table. “Think you can lie on your back?”

“I’ll try.”

As he leaned over to ease her onto her back, the light fixture hung above his head like a halo. However, since neither of them had bothered to turn it on, there was nothing to compete with the fire in his eyes.

No longer resembling the sweet, adorable
man she’d fallen in love with, Travis had somehow been transformed into raging stallion—a change that suited her mood perfectly. Suddenly overcome by an intense feeling of déjà vu, Miranda knew that somehow, somewhere, they’d done this before, and she shivered with anticipation as she awaited his next move.

Lifting her
feet up to rest on his shoulders, he penetrated her tight passage in one swift stroke. His engorged cock filled her completely, and she grasped the edge of the table, holding on for dear life as he slammed into her. Although she had to hold her breath to stabilize her fractured ribs, she wasn’t ready to complain about the position—yet. The pleasure totally eclipsed any pain she might have felt.

“Do you like that, Miranda?”
Breathless with lust, he gazed down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, yet aflame with desire.

Un
able to speak, she could only nod in reply. Gradually, his thrusts slowed, becoming more deliberate as he lengthened the stroke. Her eyes widened as a tight knot formed deep inside her—growing, expanding—until it exploded with the power of an erupting volcano. Her eyelids snapped shut as every muscle in her body contracted in the wake of her orgasm.

“You are so
totally hot.” Travis ground out the words as he came with a cry and a push that nearly flipped Miranda’s feet up over her head. The sudden pressure on her chest squeezed out a gasp, and he backed off immediately. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squash you.”

A cough t
o push her ribs back into place drew a yelp from Travis and a giggle from her. “Feel good?”

“Oh,
yeah
. Do it again. Feels like—
wow
.”

“
Don’t know if I can,” she said breathlessly. “I gotta get off of my back. Help me up.”

Gathering her in
his arms, he set her on her feet. “Better?”

“Compared to what?”
Barely able to stand, Miranda clung to him as semen ran down her leg. “Oh, my God, that was freakin’
awesome
.”

Tipping her head back with a finger beneath her chin, he planted a kiss squarely on her lips.
“Not quite as wild as the first time, but close.”   

“
Oh, come on, now,” she protested. “The first time was
nothing
like that. It was great, but...”

“Oh, yes it was,” he insisted
. “Only better.”

“
Maybe it was for you, but my ribs were hurting worse then.”

Travis s
tared at her as though she’d lost what was left of her mind. “No, they weren’t. You didn’t fall until afterward.” He blinked twice, then his mouth dropped open. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “You don’t remember, do you?”

She
shook her head slowly. One of them had to be crazy, and she had a feeling it wasn’t Travis. “You mean we had sex
before
I went to the barn?”

He nodded. “Oh, yeah. Cra
zy, wild, monkey sex right here in the kitchen.”

For a moment, her mind went completely blank—a circumstance that undoubtedly showed in her expression—until the significance of that missing event finally sank in.
“That explains a lot.
Damn
…”

“I think you’d better have a seat,”
Travis advised as he pulled out the nearest chair. “So, tell me, what
do
you remember?”

She sat down, gingerly rubbing the side of her head. The bump had shrunk considerably in the days since her fall. Unfortunately, her memory hadn’t improved along with it.
“I remember fixing breakfast and getting a phone call from Levi, which was when you figured out I was a widow. Then you hugged me—at least, I
think
you did. The next thing I remember is Kira telling me to hold onto her tail so she could help me up the hill.” 

“
And you don’t remember the sex at all?”

“Apparently not
.”
Great. Something I’ve dreamed about for months and I can’t even remember it.
How ironic...
“Did we have a good time?”

He laughed.
“That’s putting it mildly. It was without a doubt the best sexual experience of my life.”

This is getting weirder by the second.
“What on earth did you do?”

“Pretty much what I did
this time—and you did a lot of the same things, too.” He paused, scratching his chin. “Maybe I don’t have much of an imagination, but the whole ball-sucking thing was something I’d never even thought of.”

“Oh, come on
,” she scoffed. “I’m sure every man ever born has wanted someone to suck his nuts.”

He shrugged.
“Maybe so, but I never dreamed anyone would ever actually do it—and I certainly wouldn’t have asked you to.”

Great. H
e thinks I’m a ball-sucking slut.
Her face tingled as a flush crept into her cheeks.
How embarrassing…

He must’ve noticed her blush because he hastened to add,
“Don’t get me wrong. I loved every minute of it. I was just…surprised.”