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“Do you have any dinner plans tonight?” Mandy asks when I walk in the door.

I shake my head. “Want to grab something together?”

“Yes! I miss my girl. It’s all boys boys boys lately, and now you’re moving out on me and you’re going to get the job at district and I’ll never see you again.” She makes a face like she’s sobbing.

“Stop it!” I scold. “We’ll totally still see each other. You’ll see me so much you’ll get sick of me.”

She twists her lips. “Not true. I see you a lot now and I could never be sick of you.”

“What about if I start asking questions about Jaxon?” I press.

“Then maybe.” She narrows her eyes.

“Have you talked to him?”

She shakes her head. “No. And then I saw something online…” She blows out a breath. “I shouldn’t have looked, but I did, and I think I messed everything up with him.”

I sit next to her on the couch. “What did you see?”

“He was spotted out on the town with some girl in Denver.” She makes the sobbing face again even though she’s not really sobbing.

“Did you ask him who she was?”

She shakes her head.

“Dude, that’s relationships one-oh-one. Communicate. Don’t allow stupid misunderstandings to get in the way,” I say.

“Oh, like when Travis was being a dick to you and you assumed it was because he hated you but really it was because he wanted to be inside you?” she says, flipping the script.

I roll my eyes. “No. Not like that. Call Jaxon right now and ask him. And if you’re not willing to call him to ask him, then maybe you don’t care as much as you’re claiming you do.”

She blows out a breath. “I care,” she whispers. “Too much. It’s too much too soon and it’s scaring me.”

I reach over and squeeze her arm. “You can’t let the fear stop you from the experience.”

“I already did. I drove him away.”

I pick her phone up off the couch where she set it down when I came in. “Then call him. Or at the very least, text him. Communicate with him. Let him know you’re thinking about him. Tell him you were upset when you saw the photos. Ask him who she was.” I set the phone into her hand.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says.

“Show me the photos,” I suggest.

She unlocks her phone and pulls up the browser. It’s already opened to the photos. I study them. There’s only four of them, and they’re far away and fuzzy. It’s definitely Jaxon, and his arm is slung around a girl’s shoulders. It’s sort of hard to tell from the photo, but they do look close.

I hand the phone back to Mandy. “Babe, she could be anybody. An old friend, a cousin, relative…who knows?”

“An old flame, a current flame…”

“Stop it. Stop driving yourself crazy. I’m not going to dinner with you until you ask him who it is.” I fold my arms over my chest, and she purses her lips at me.

“Fine,” she huffs. She dials his number, and I hear his voice through the line.

“Amanda Miller,” he answers, and his tone sounds a bit disbelieving.

“Jaxon Bryant,” she says formally.

“What can I do for you?” he asks.

She blows out a breath. “You were right,” she says softly.

“I’m always right, Miller.”

“We’ll see about that,” she mutters.

“Oh will we? So are you telling me there’s a future where I’ll have the opportunity for you to challenge me again?”

She blows out a breath, and her eyes dart to mine. I nod encouragingly as I grin at her. “I suppose so,” she mumbles. “But first I need to know something. Who is the girl in the pictures?”

“What pictures?”

“There are pictures showing you with a mystery woman. They were posted late last night and said you were at a bar in Denver,” she says.

“I went out with my mom last night,” he says.

“Your…your mom ?” Mandy’s disbelief is evident. “Hang on.” She pulls her phone away from her ear to look at the photos again. “Your mom ? She looks like she’s twenty-five! She looks like she could be your girlfriend!”

He laughs. “Well I can assure you she’s not my girlfriend. You are. And she would be thrilled to know my girlfriend thinks she looks as young as she does.”

“I…I’m your…your…?” she stutters.

“Do I need to take you to Coax to prove it to you again when I get home?” he asks.

She squirms a little. “Yes, sir.”

I cover my mouth with my hand as I giggle at her answer. They talk another couple minutes, and then his mom starts calling him and he has to go join a big game of rummy.

For as hot as their relationship sounds, Jaxon actually sounds like a stand up kind of guy. A mama’s boy, for sure, but also a stand up guy.

She hangs up.

“Feel better?” I ask.

She nods. “Much. But seriously…” She opens the photos again. “His mom?”

“That’s some good genes right there. What’s Coax?” I ask.

Her eyes widen and she looks guilty for a second. “Just some club,” she finally says, but the way she quickly changes the subject combined with her immediate reaction makes me wonder what kind of club it is, exactly.

Maybe Travis knows.

We head out to dinner, where we chat about how we hope we’ll get to spend some time together at Aces games once the season starts, and then she fires off some practice interview questions when I tell her that I haven’t prepared at all for my interview on Tuesday since I’ve been living in my own little world with Travis and Harper.

When we get home, I say, “Travis invited me over for a, um… nightcap .”

She giggles. “Is that your code word for sex?”

I shrug. “You got the right meaning, so I guess so.”

“Just don’t scar the kid, okay? I have to look her in the eye on Monday.”

I laugh. “So do I.”

I figure I’m not spending the night, so I don’t bother packing a bag. Instead, I change into a skirt as requested, and then I head over to his place.

Rather than ringing the bell and waking her up, I text Travis once I arrive.

Me: I’m here.

A few seconds later, his front door opens, and he steps out onto the porch as I get out of my car, closing the door behind him. I stop a few feet short of him.

“Hi,” I say tentatively.

His eyes heat over as they land on mine. “Hi.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever actually had a sex date like this before.”

He chuckles, and then he reaches out for me and pulls me against him. He’s hard. Like super hard. Everywhere, but especially as he thrusts toward me.

“Buckle up, baby, because it’s going to be quite a ride.”

I giggle, and his mouth falls to mine. It’s intense and hot and I’m glad it’s dark out right now because it’s about to get indecent right here on the front porch.

He pulls back as he must have the same thought as me, and then he grabs my hand, opens his door, and drags me through the house out to his patio.

The lights are off, and it’s dark back here…dark enough that even if someone were to catch us out here, they wouldn’t know what we’re doing. We’d have time to make sure we were decent.

He settles onto a chair, and then he grabs my hand. “Sit on me,” he murmurs. It’s reminiscent of the time he told me to sit on his face.

I do as requested, sitting on his lap and facing him. The chair doesn’t have arms, so my legs dangle on either side of him, and my skirt does a good job of covering us both. He runs his fingertips along my arms, and I shiver. And then one of his arms wraps around me as he brings the other hand to the back of my head, guiding my face down to his as his lips catch mine.

He thrusts up toward me as we both anticipate the main event. I’m hot all over and my pussy is dripping with need for him as he kisses me. He removes the arm around me and grazes his fingertips down under my shirt. He moves them slowly up, up, up, until he finds my breast, which he palms over my bra. And then he yanks my bra cup down so my breast is out. His rough palms brush against my sensitive nipple, and I let out a soft and needy moan at the feel of his hands on my body.

He lets go of the back of my head and does the same thing with his other hand so he’s fondling both my bare breasts under my shirt, and his cock grows inexplicably harder beneath me.

His mouth is still on mine, and all I can do is kiss him and gyrate over him and moan into him as he nearly makes me come just with his hands on my nipples.

God, he’s good at this. I’ve never been with someone so good at this. So experienced. So focused on making sure I get mine while he gets his, too.

The ache between my legs intensifies. I need him. I need him inside me. I need to feel him again.

I can’t take it anymore, and I reach down between us and slip my hand into his basketball shorts. He hisses when I find his cock, and I fist it, slowly running my hand along his shaft. He pulls back from our kiss to look me in the eyes as he continues to massage my breasts and I jerk him off.

“Fuck me, Travis,” I murmur close to his ear, and he growls a little.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

I nod. “I get the shot.”

“Can I fuck you without a condom?”

“Please,” I whimper as the pure thought of him inside me with nothing between us nearly makes me climax.

I’m met with another of those sexy little growls.

“Beg me for it,” he demands.

“Fuck me, Travis. Please, please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

He issues another demand. “Say something dirty.”

“I need you to fill me up with your come until it’s dripping out of me.” I’m shocked as the words fall from my lips. I’ve never said anything like that in the heat of the moment before, but I feel it. I want him.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, and then he reaches between us and slides my panties to the side before impaling me with his bare cock.

I arch my back at the feel of him inside me with nothing between us for the first time. It’s pure bliss, the heat between us, the way he slides so easily in and out—the way I’m so damn wet for him because I’m so damn turned on by him.

“Oh God,” I yell out, and he grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth down to his again to cover my moans and cries with his kiss. I want to yell and scream and be in the moment, but we can’t. We’re outside on a patio chair, and his daughter is asleep upstairs. This is supposed to be secret and quiet, and something about that makes it even hotter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper into his mouth, and he grunts softly.

“Your cunt is so hot and wet for me, baby,” he grunts.

“Fuck me harder, Travis,” I murmur, and he delivers.

He grinds up into me as I push down onto him, and it’s not long before he starts to move us faster, somehow managing to keep the pace despite being on the bottom.

I’m just along for the ride, and he hits that spot inside me no other man has managed to hit before. I feel the climax start to edge over me. My vision blurs as it shifts and plows into me, and I shudder over him as he curses and grunts softly into my ear.

“Fuck yes, baby, fuck.” And then his words transition to growly moans as he comes, too, filling me up with his come as requested.

He pulls out nearly the moment his climax stops, and I feel his come as it drips out of me onto his shorts. He uses his fingers to rub it around my clit, and he pushes some of it back in.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he mutters. He strokes my clit softly, his come hot and sticky there, and suddenly I’m thrust into another climax mere seconds after the first one ended.

It’s the thought of what he’s doing and what he’s doing it with that pushes me over the edge. My legs squeeze over his as I fight through the second one. It’s brutal and exhausting after the first one, and as it starts to wane, I collapse onto his chest. He pulls his finger out of me, and my panties slide back into place. He wraps his arms around me and holds me against him, and it’s soft and quiet and intimate.

It’s a moment where my heart connects with his, where it latches on and holds tight…and in this moment, it feels like I’m never going to be able to unlatch it, to unhook from him, to pull apart from him.

And given his track record, that’s a truly terrifying thought.