The first time Travis Holt laid eyes on the blonde bombshell he was onstage at Aries, titillating the crowd of women screaming out for his attention. She was laughing and talking with a couple of girls in the club, the red on her lips driving him crazy to the point that he could barely concentrate on the next step in his routine. He had to force himself to look away from her. During his side-stage walks, he saw her staring at him, yet she was coy and seemingly unapproachable. The vibes he got from her were a mixture of “Come get me” and “Nuh-uh, don’t even think about it, pal.”
Travis didn’t really do mixed signals like that, and yet something about her was drawing his attention. Over and over again he looked at the table to the left of the stage, far in the back where they partially hid in the darkness of the club. Every now and then the lights flashing would catch her hair or the red on her lips. She was distracting him so intensely it got to the point where Diego had to slap the back of his head to get him back into the game once he was back in the locker area. A trick he was certain the Latino picked up from his girlfriend, Jamie.
“The fuck is wrong with you, Trav?” Diego asked, flicking his ear for the second time that night.
“Blonde chick, back of the club, you see her?” Travis responded, grabbing the back of Diego’s neck, directing his attention appropriately.
“Uh, how could I miss her? And?”
“Ever since Jamie, man, you’ve lost your touch,” Travis complained, turning to head into the back.
Diego frowned at him and chucked his prop handcuffs at him. “I have not.”
Travis smirked and tilted his head to the side, allowing the metal to sail past, skidding to a halt at Vincent’s boot. “Vince, hasn’t he lost his touch?”
Vincent held his hands up and shook his head. “Not touching that one.”
“Means yes!” Travis teased his brother as Vincent headed for the stage. He turned giving Diego an impish grin before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Lost his ‘touch’?” Luka, a newbie into the club asked, raising an eyebrow.
Travis smirked down at the Hungarian and nodded. “Yeah, Diego can’t see the good-looking women out there in the crowd, his head’s back home with his girlfriend.”
“Which one, huh?” Luka asked, grinning up at Travis.
Travis paused for a moment to stare down incredulously at the newbie before bursting into laughter. “Now see, this boy’ll make it!” He laughed heartily and smacked Luka’s broad bare shoulder before plopping down onto the couch.
The next time he went out on stage, the blonde and her friends were gone. He knew it’d be the last he’d see of her. At least, that’s what he thought until he was on a job for Carl Franklin four days later in Franklin, Kentucky. Living on the border of Kentucky and Tennessee allowed him to work for his boy Adrian’s girlfriend’s father and the club without any issues.
Ever since Natasha had brought him into her father’s office and pretty much threatened her parents to hire him , he’d taken over as foreman on a lot of jobs for the aging construction worker. He’d gone from hauling muscle man to foreman, and was working his way up to management. Carl trusted him more than anyone that had been with that company, simply because of what he’d done to avenge what Teryl Davis had done to his daughter three months before.
Natasha kept the light burning in Adrian, while Jamie had added warmth into Diego’s home and their makeshift family. One thing Mama Ramirez had told each of them was not to lose sight of what mattered most, their family and their dreams for their lives.
Construction was his passion, building things from the ground up, that was where real men were born. Seeing an idea flourish and blossom right before your eyes was the ultimate satisfaction. In that moment, while on his current project of remodeling a doctor’s office, he saw the blonde again. She was perched at a café across from the office smiling with one of the girls from the club, and was daintily lifting a small mug to her lips, sipping the liquid before returning it to the small white saucer on the table in front of her.
He knew she saw him a few times in fact, because more than once their eyes locked. The midsummer sun was beating down on the both of them, but instead of being a sweating mess like he was, she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair shone golden in the light, and her lightly tanned legs seemed to go on for miles from the ends of her very short white shorts. Her purple shirt contrasted amazingly with her hair, and he could have sworn the last time he met her eyes he saw the deepest pools of green he’d ever been gifted with viewing.
He mentally berated himself for thinking like a fucking pussy-whipped bitch with the way he took her in, and dropped down onto the floor boards his men had just finished laying. “Looks good, fellas,” he praised, and took hold of a hammer, readying to help nail everything in place.
When his crew departed the site, the blonde was gone, of course she was gone. It was the same as in the club, she was like a damned ghost with the disappearing act. He shook his head as he dug in his pocket for the keys to his car, and then froze when he took in the form leaning on the back of his muscle car’s trunk.
The blonde, smirk in place, tilted her head at him as he stopped. “She’s yours I take it?”
Dear God her voice was sweet and sounded like bells. “Yeah she’s mine, why are you sitting on her?” he asked, trying like hell to maintain his “bad boy” exterior. He’d be damned if he let this woman know he wanted to throw her on top of the trunk and fuck her senseless right then and there.
“I’m admiring her,” she said with a grin.
She didn’t have to wait long for him, in fact, the second her backside touched she satin coverlet, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against him. His mouth came down on hers, instantly his tongue pressed against her lips, and she parted them to give him access. A moan escaped her lips and she wrapped her arms around him as she brought one leg up to wrap around his waist, pulling him tight against her.
Sweet Jesus, the kiss was better than she ever could have imagined. The raging war in her mind long forgotten and discarded, Katie returned his kiss hungrily, sucking his bottom lip between hers to run her tongue over the soft flesh. His lips were probably the only soft thing on his body and she had to wonder if he would be able to feel how wet she was for him through her panties.
She had never met a man that turned her on like Travis did, and she was increasingly thankful she followed through with her spontaneous nature. She felt his hand move up her leg to hold onto her ass, tilting her hips just right to let her feel his hard cock through the terry cloth towel he still had wrapped around his waist.
Not for long, she shifted her body against his restlessly, loosening the tucked corner of the towel until it pooled at his feet. A low moan vibrated in her throat as he pressed himself against her, letting her feel just how hard he was.
Katie ground herself against him, her impatience getting the better of her as she reached back for the clasp to her bra. She drew in a sharp breath as he pulled his mouth from hers, and she looked up confused at him. “What?”
“You’re not about to slow down are you?” he breathed out, the lust in his gaze nearly buckling her to the bed.
“I want you, Travis, why the hell should I slow down?”
Travis chuckled then, and pulled her tight against him. Katie felt his hand against her back and in one deft movement of his fingers, her bra came loose and he threw it back over his shoulder as she pulled her arms out of the straps.
She gasped as she felt his hands on her thighs and suddenly she was lifted off the floor and up against him. He wasted no time in sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking wildly over the sensitive nub before he let it go and moved to the other. A growl vibrated against her skin, and she couldn’t help the moan she gave in response. She threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping hold of the short strands tightly as he ravished her breasts. One hand pressed tightly against her back, but the other had slipped into the waistband of her underwear and squeezed the bare flesh of her rear.
She clung to him as his hand moved lower still as if to support her, but his fingers pressing against the wet entrance of her pussy said otherwise. They groaned in unison and Katie screamed out as he sank his fingers inside of her as he lifted her higher. She loved the feeling of his hand exploring her, but it was short lived as he pulled his hand free. She growled in frustration, but suddenly she was being dropped onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress quick enough to startle her, and he ripped her panties down her legs before he spread them apart.
In that moment Travis took a half step back as she scooted up on the queen-sized bed. She could feel his gaze on her, just as she took in every curve of his muscles, and every inch of the straining cock standing at attention. Her breath left her in a whoosh as she took him in, but didn’t have time to react to touch him first as she gave him enough space on the bed, and he slid up between her thighs, his mouth settling against her sex.
Her body arched, her back lifting up off the mattress, her hips and shoulders pressing down into it. Travis gripped hold of her thighs, lifting her up slightly as his tongue pressed against her, licking her from entrance to clit, tasting every inch of her before settling for driving his tongue inside of her. Katie gripped hold of the blanket beneath her, her knuckles turning white as she screamed out in pleasure. Dear God he was good at what he did.
She couldn’t stay still in response to how he was manipulating her and as one hand came up to massage her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between his fingers, she moved her hand from the bed to grip hold of the back of his head, pressing him tighter against her before she dragged her nails over his muscular shoulders. Katie writhed beneath him whimpering and moaning until he moved up and sucked her clit into his mouth.