Travis

At the party for Kaleb and Zoey…

Gage Matthews

I wasn’t sure exactly what I expected to happen if and when I ran into Travis Walker again, but this specific scenario wasn’t anywhere on the list.

I’d been coming back from the bathroom on my way to rejoin the pre-wedding slash bridal shower slash bachelor slash bachelorette party when Travis stepped right in my path. In the dining room of Travis’s parents’ house of all places.

Now that I was pinned against the wall, I was fighting the ever-present supply of lust that bubbled inside of me anytime I laid eyes on him. It seemed to be a response that was hardwired in my brain at this point. Going toe-to-toe with the man was a by-product of that reaction as well, and … well, I was more than ready to put up a fight.

Considering what the reward was going to be, I didn’t see a downside one way or the other.

“What the fuck do you want, Walker?” I asked, maintaining a defiant bite to my tone.

With the Sheetrock at my back, a hard, warm body at my front, I stared into stormy blue eyes that appeared to be trying to read my mind versus determining whether I approved of the physical contact. My dick was already answering the latter for me, so I doubted Travis had any questions as far as that went.

What I couldn’t resolve was what Travis was thinking. The shadows in the man’s eyes were just as vivid as they always were, guarding whatever deep, dark secrets he harbored.

Despite my desire to be pissed at him for blowing my cover to hell and back in order to save his brother Zane’s life—which, by the way, I would’ve done without the threats Travis had made to my physical well-being—combined with a staggering urge to take him to the ground and bury myself balls-deep inside of him, I found myself waiting for Travis to explain what the hell he was doing.

“I’m pickin’ up where I left off,” Travis stated. He was eerily calm, his restraint admirable as he kept my body pinned between him and the wall.

When Travis lifted one hand, gripping my chin firmly, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to turn away. I also knew, clear as day, what was about to happen. I welcomed it, damn near close to begging for it. But I prayed the indifference I let settle over me was shielding me from Travis’s scrutinizing gaze.

I’d silently been taunting Travis for weeks, every time the opportunity presented itself. The last time, at Zoey and Kaleb’s bachelor/bachelorette party in Vegas, I had gone out of my way—probably a little overboard—to make sure Travis understood my role in Kaleb’s current relationship.

And just like that night, I recognized Travis’s determination to exercise his own version of payback at the next opportunity.

I had been banking on it.

And here we were.

Granted, there wasn’t any privacy where we stood, but considering my hunger for this man was picking up speed and rumbling in my veins, I wasn’t sure I even gave a shit.

But I wasn’t giving in just yet. “And you chose now to do this?”

“It will happen again,” he answered, sounding bored. “I told you that.”

That he did. But the way his gaze slipped down to my mouth told me that Travis wasn’t holding on as well as he wanted me to believe.

Before I could get another word out, whether it was to defy him or to beg, Travis’s mouth came crashing down on mine. A blatant claiming that took me by surprise but not for long. Instinct kicked in and I kissed him back, one hand snaking through his hair, an attempt to hold him close.

God, this was beginning to tear at me. The teasing kisses, these promises of what might happen in the future. It didn’t matter that my body damn near melted from the heat churning between us; there was still this niggling voice in the back of my mind that suggested Travis was just fucking with me.

There was no doubt that Travis wasn’t a man searching for a forever kind of love. He was a one-time-only kind of guy, and since I’d had my fair share of meaningless sexual encounters, I wasn’t currently in the market for another.

No, what I wanted I seriously doubted Travis could ever give me. Which made this—whatever it was—all the more disappointing.

Before we broke apart, a fleeting thought sprang to mind as though it had been planted there: a flickering image of me and Travis and a beautiful woman trapped between us, her body coming apart as we both fucked her. At the same fucking time.

My dick twitched, a warning that I was about to get in over my head.

Our mouths separated, our gazes locked as we both worked to suck in air, and Travis said, “Will. Happen. Again.”

A promise that I prayed Travis would keep, but one that still pissed me off, making me crave revenge against this man for putting thoughts in my brain that I knew were better left alone.

Damn Travis Walker.

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