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Travis often dreams of her.
Well, dream might not be the best word for what he sees when he closes his eyes. Nightmares would suit it better.
Sometimes, he doesn’t even have to be asleep to feel the cut of glass in his palm. The old, silvered mirror clutched tight enough to draw blood as the snarling beast above him tore at the flesh of his forearm.
A crack of the shotgun bathed the room in light, and when his eyes opened, Laura Kearney sat in his lap. While most of her was bathed in the blood of the bestial form, her lips were painted red with his.
Travis remembered the crystalline blue-green of her eyes as she'd watched him, both their chests heaving with every breath. She'd seen the mark she'd left on him, and watched the shard of glass clatter to the ground.
Sometimes, the dream changes there. Laura surges forward and paints his lips with his own blood as she kisses him. Usually it ends like it does tonight, with Travis awake and sweating through his sheets.
“Fuck.”
The expletive is directed to the empty darkness, his hand going to pull the soaked t-shirt away from his chest. It sticks to his skin, and Travis tears it off to chuck the offending garment toward his laundry hamper.
His cock is hard, straining against his sleep pants, and Travis doesn't feel shame anymore as he pulls it out and takes it in his hand. Laura plagues his waking mind as well as his sleeping one. Imagining her atop him comes too easily, a pale hand circling his cock and stroking it lazily.
Laura would take her time, he knows she’d torture him. She might even make him beg for it, on a morning like this one. Why go out into the chill of the day if she was in his bed?
Thoughts like this bring him to finish, dirty things that leave him frustrated and furious at himself; but Travis can't seem to stop, Laura consumes him body and soul.
It's been nearly six months since he and Bobby became the only surviving heirs of a spit of land most people would rather forget. Heirs to land that neither of them should have ever gotten their hands on.
Travis had always known the Quarry would go to Chris and the summer camp, maybe Caleb after that. His mother always made it clear that her middle son was the golden boy, the one deserving of her love and affection.
Travis, the eldest, was destined to be a cop. Hardened and solitary. Look out for the family, like he always had. Live and die in North Kill without note or loved ones to remember him.
If only his mother could see him now, waking up from nightmares of the woman who'd eradicated most of his family. What would she say if he admitted that the blonde who'd paved a warpath through his life was the highlight of the dreams that plagued him?
Useless boy. Ashamed to call you my son.
Yeah, something like that.
-
Travis managed to sleep through the night without another nightmare, waking early to shower and start the coffee pot. He grabbed his cell from the bedside table, blinking bleary eyes at the screen as he looked through the notifications he missed.
Other than an update on cleaning up the family house from Bobby, all was well. A few spam emails, a Facebook reminder that it was someone's birthday, nothing of note. He shoved it into the pocket of his jeans with a sigh.
The bereavement leave didn't pay well, but the city wouldn't let him return to work despite his continued assurance that he was fine. Working was the only way to silence the ghosts that haunted the hallways of his house.
There were too many reminders of his failures here. It was just easier to be away from it all.
Travis’ phone chirped, and he furrowed his brow as he pulled it back out of his pocket.
[ Got called back for some questions. Harbinger says they're full. Any suggestions? ]
God, it's like she knew he dreamt of her.
Travis regretted offering his number following the incident, having shared it with Ryan and Laura after Silas’ death. It was meant to help with the investigation, to stop the kids from taking the blame for his family's curse.
He felt responsible for it, for his family. Most of the kids hadn't done anything, and didn't deserve prison time for fighting for their lives.
Even Laura, though he knew his mother would have disagreed.
Unlocking the phone, he pulled up the text message and frowned. If Harbinger was full, the next closest place to stay was an hour out. Minimum. Punching in the text, he sent it before he could overthink the offer.
[ I have a guest room, for you and your boyfriend. ]
[ Guest room doesn't have bars, does it? ]
[ Very funny ]
[ Send me the address, I'll be in around 5]
I, she'd said. Not we.
The difference wasn't lost on Travis.
His conscious reminded him that the spark of selfish joy in his gut wasn't a good thing. He was a dirty old man thinking about a much younger woman. A much younger woman he'd kept in a cell for two months.
Travis cursed, raking his nails through his hair hard enough that his scalp protested. Offering his spare room to Laura was a mistake and he knew it, but it was too late to rescind the invite. He was good at making himself scarce, maybe a hello would be the extent of their interaction.
He would only be so lucky.
-
At exactly 5, knuckles rapped at his door too gently to be anyone but Laura.
Gentle wasn't the right word. Concise, with a purpose behind it. She didn't waste any energy, she knew what she wanted. He'd always admired that, even when they were on opposing sides.
Pulling open the door, he was met with Laura's half smile. She had a duffle thrown over her shoulder and leaned slightly to the side from the weight. She wore a soft hoodie and dark jeans, like a heroine straight out of a college-themed movie.
As he'd suspected, there was no sign of her boyfriend.
“Hey Sheriff, miss me?” Before he could properly invite her in, she was already crossing the threshold into his home. It forced him to move back to avoid colliding with her.
“Just Travis now. I'm on leave.”
“Cause of the investigation? Still?” Laura dropped the duffle bag on his couch, interlocking her fingers and stretching her arms behind her back. She looked at him over her shoulder, and he had to stop himself from following the elegant curve of her back. “Seemed like they found something on the phone.”
“We cleaned up. They shouldn't be finding anything.”
“Here's hoping, right? I think I've done enough time.” The wink that Laura shot him made his eyes roll on instinct. She dropped onto (his) armchair, tucking her feet beneath her. “But seriously, thanks for giving me a place to crash.”
“Least I could do, after last year.” Travis kept his thoughts concise, eager to get Laura to her room so she was out of sight and out of mind. “I'm sure you're tired-”
“Actually, was going to ask if you ate already. I'm starving.” Her question made him curse internally, trying to come up with an appropriate excuse. “Not a lot of McDonald's up here, but I think I saw a diner back toward town.”
After spending most of his life coming up with excuses for his family, he must have run out. It was apparent that he had nowhere to be, and now she was looking up at him with such eager expectation in those perfect doe eyes.
It would be fine, it was just grabbing food. It'd be quick.
“That would be Angie's,” Travis supplied. “Come on then, I'll drive.”
Laura trailed behind him, waiting for him to lock his door and sidling up beside him as they made for the garage. She seemed confused when he unlocked an old pickup, giving the thing a once-over.
“Didn't know you had another car,” she said the statement like a question as she slid into his passenger seat. Travis caught himself admiring the way her glossy hair fell around her shoulders and promptly glued his eyes to the windshield.
“This is my car. The one you dumped in the lake belonged to the town.” He caught the tiniest flicker of guilt on Laura's face in his peripheral, starting the truck up with a chuckle. “I fished it out with Bobby and we fixed it up.”
“Sorry again, about that.”
Travis hummed a response, pulling out onto the road and setting off toward the diner.
Despite an impressive side-eye from his direction, Laura kicked her feet up on the dash and lifted her arms to pull off her hoodie. It made the soft material of her shirt rise, and made Travis feel like a sleazy old man again as his eyes caught the shimmer of a piercing at her navel.
“What you planning to eat?” Travis asked, if for nothing else than to fill the space.
“Bacon cheese burger, medium, biggest order of friend they'll let me buy. Can't go wrong.”
“Woman after my own heart,” the man replied before realizing just how that sounded and promptly shutting himself up for the rest of the ride.
Laura didn't press for conversation, but did offer a dainty thank you when he got out to open her door for her upon their arrival. She picked a table in the corner- a booth with worn leather seats- and plopped down on the ancient springs.
Travis slid into the seat across from her, giving a wave to the older woman who called out his name before she shuffled over to their table.
“Well hey Sheriff, welcome in.” A friendly woman set down two glasses of water in front of the pair before whipping out a pad of paper from her back pocket.
“Hey Angie, how're the grandkids?” At his question, the waitress was quick to whip out her phone and pull up photos of the grandkids in question. He complimented them, catching Laura's half-smile from across the table as he entertained the older woman.
“Now, steak burger extra patty with bacon and grilled onions. Sweet potato fries or regular today, hun?”
“Just regular, thanks Ang.” He reached for his glass of water, offering a friendly nod.
“And for your lady?”
Travis sputtered, choking on the sip he'd just taken as Laura stifled her giggles. He was trying to formulate a response, when she answered instead.
“I'll take a cheeseburger, extra patty, add bacon with regular fries. Thanks, Angie.” Laura beamed as she recited her order, and the Sheriff didn't miss the lack of a correction on their relationship.
The waitress gave Travis a wink as she departed, and left the pair alone as she went to ring in their order.
“You're a brat,” The man grumbled over the rim of his glass. This only served to further Laura's amusement as she sipped at her water while wearing that stupid grin of hers
“Hey, would you rather they called me your daughter?”
“Absolutely not,” Travis hissed. The last thing he needed was a well-meaning waitress assuming they were family, especially when he was having less-than-appropriate thoughts a half hour earlier.
Once their food arrived, Travis thanked God that it bought him a half hour of almost blessed silence. If it weren't for the wiggling eyebrows Laura kept sending his way when Angie checked on them, he'd have almost thought they were back to business as usual.
“So, where are the good bars around here?” Laura piped up, wiping bits of cheeseburger off her face with a napkin. Travis paused, scowling her way as he looked down his nose at the younger woman.
“How old are you?”
“Christ, Officer no-fun. I'm twenty four.” To emphasize her point, Laura tugged out her wallet and slapped her driver's license down on the table. “Voila. Perfectly legal.”
On the New York license, Laura's smiling face greeted him. He couldn't help scanning the plastic, finding her birthday just under her address. February 23, 1997, committed involuntarily to his memory.
Christ, he needed to get over this.
Travis didn't like getting roped into drinks, especially when he'd only agreed to dinner. Now, she was dragging him to a bar like they were old friends. Who was he kidding? Laura probably had no intention of it reading that way, he was thinking too much.
“We don't have fancy cocktail bars like the city,” Travis said in an attempt to put her off the whole idea, eager to return home and call an end to their night.
“Do I look like a fancy cocktail type of girl?” Laura countered. “A dive is fine.”
Travis knew when to admit he'd lost, and one thing he'd learned in his time shared with Laura was that she always got what she wanted. What was the saying? Unstoppable force meets immovable object?
When Angie came back with the check, he wrangled it away from Laura to be polite. His mother would roll in her grave if she ever caught wind he let a woman pay for herself. The stunt earned him a grumble from his dinner guest, but Laura did thank him for the food as they made their way back out to the car.
A short ride later, just across the tiny town's main street, they parked in front of a bar named The Roadhouse. Chipped paint and fading neon suited the backwater nature of the place. Travis knew they had cold beer, and surely Laura couldn't ask for more than that.
“Well, this place looks extra dive-y. Pick it just for me?”
“This is the only bar in town,” Travis responded, voice flat as he glanced Laura's way. “Do you want a drink or not?”
That made her laugh as she climbed from the pickup. Something about the way her smile made her eyes squint was incredibly endearing. Quick as ever, she'd sidled up beside him and jostled him with her elbow.
“Lead the way, Sheriff.”
Travis maneuvered them inside and to the corner of the bar less populated by North Kill's regular folk. He caught a few wandering eyes spared toward him and his pretty guest, some curious and others on the wrong side of judgmental.
“Hey Trav. Jack and Coke?” The bartender asked, leaning on the wooden bartop.
“And whatever my friend here wants.”
“Whiskey sour, please.” Laura added onto the order, turning to set her hand on Travis’ knee and fluttering her eyelashes when she said “thank you.”
The action made his brain short-circuit a bit. Despite the litany of responses bouncing around his brain like a broken pinball machine, his tongue didn't cooperate in voicing any of them. Instead, Travis sat dumbstruck as Laura received their drinks and sipped daintily at her own.
“So, uh, how are your friends doing?” Finally, enough words coalesced in Travis’ mouth at once that he spat forth a sentence. Even if it was bland one, it was something.
“Well as we can be!” Laura twirled her hand to punctuate her words. “Dylan, Kaitlyn and Ryan got a place- you remember Ryan?”
Travis nodded. Chris’ favorite, and the boy that killed him in the end. It would be impossible not to remember.
“Emma is off being a super influencer in California, Jacob apparently did visit but they both swear they aren't together.” Laura looked dubious to the validity of that statement. “Abi is at an art College. Nick moved back to Australia and hasn't really talked to any of us, not that we can blame him. Apparently he had it the worst out of the group.”
“What about-” Travis cut himself off, teeth digging into his tongue.
“Max and I broke up. He's living at home again.” Laura's tone dropped flat, and Travis regretted mentioning the boy. “I wanted to talk about the shit that happened, he didn't. We ended it there.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“Don't be. Life moves on, worse shit has happened to me.”
Travis wrinkled his nose, well aware that he was the ‘worse shit’ in question.
“I'll be right back,” He excused himself to the restroom, Laura saluting him as he went. It was blessedly empty in the bathroom, and Travis ran a hand over his face with a groan.
His reflection stared back at him, and it didn't help his confidence. Bags remained under Travis’ eyes, crows feet set into the corners and smile lines settled near his lips. It was a stark reminder that he had no business flirting with the young woman waiting for him at the bar.
Travis had all but decided to return and assert that they head home, leaving the bathroom and stopping dead when he spotted someone talking to Laura. Whoever it was had leaned against the bar, too close to where the young woman sat.
Cool rage curled in Travis's stomach, coupled with an embarrassing degree of jealousy as he closed the distance between himself and the pair. His heart rate was faster, blood pumping hard and hot with each step he took. Even his gait was wider, quicker, eager to reach Laura's side.
“Travis, baby! I was just telling Bud here about you.” Laura's voice was heavy with relief, hand reaching to curl around his arm. She held to his bicep with, reaching out to grab him by the jaw at the same time. “Welcome back.”
In the next second, breath was lost to his lungs as Laura pressed her lips to his. He didn't have time to bother scaring off the hopeful suitor, instead he found the curve of her hip with one hand and the softness of her hair with the other. She tasted like whiskey, a low hum in her throat when she pulled away.
To his credit, the man (Bud, allegedly) looked apologetic.
“Hey Sheriff, didn't mean to bother yer lady.” He raised his palms up innocently, leaving before Travis could bother to spare a word. A glance at Laura revealed she looked entirely too pleased with herself.
“Thanks for saving me,” she didn't bother to hide the cat-like grin. Her hand still held to his arm, squeezing just enough to keep him in place when he went to move away. “Eager to get away?”
“Yes, well no. I-”
“How have you been? I've been talking so much, I forgot to ask you.” The had that had been on his jaw had caressed its way down his neck and was curled around the lapel of his flannel.
“Laura,” his voice was low. Travis could hear the way it rumbled through his chest, a warning confined to her name.
“Have you been thinking about me?”
“What?”
“I've been thinking about you,” and she was leaning too close again. Her lips brushed his ear, Travis realizing he was leaned down just a moment before she took the lobe in her teeth. “Do you remember when we almost killed each other? When I was-”
“-When you were naked in my lap.”
“Ever think about stealing a glance when I showered? Did you think about joining me?”
The questions were dangerous, and in truth, he hadn't. Travis was many things: a corrupt cop, a liar, maybe even a dirty old man, but he would never take advantage of a woman under his charge. The thought was a fun one to play with after the fact, however.
“If I say that I did?” He kept his voice low, watching excitement twinkle in Laura’s eyes. “If I wanted to follow you into that stall and taste you?” Now, it was her turn to be at a loss as her pretty lips fell open. It only lasted a moment, before she was smiling again.
“Well, I got a taste first, in the end.” Her blue-green eyes are mirthful, edged with a tiny bit of danger as her hand trails from his lapel down to his forearm. The touch is gentle, just skirting over where her teeth broke his skin. The raised scar is sensitive. Travis bites a breath between his teeth. “But…I'd be open to a little tete-a-tete if you wanted to even the score.”
Travis felt his mouth go dry at the offer, hit by the gravity of their situation like a round to the chest. Being propositioned by the woman who'd consumed his dreams, who he'd woke up sick and sweating over nearly nightly. It felt too good to be true, like this too would be a dream he'd wake from.
“Laura,” He whispered, voice broken already at the offer. “I don't think-”
“All you have to do is say yes.”
“Fuck,” Travis hissed through grit teeth and shoved cash across the bar. “Come on,” He stood, and Laura followed. Her hand sliding into his like it'd been the plan all along. They'd barely made it into his truck when she was pushing up the center console and sliding across the bench seat.
The warmth of her in his lap made heat shoot straight to his groin, and Travis caught her shoulders before she could lean in and kiss him again.
“Laura, how much did you drink?”
“I didn't even finish the one, you know I'm sober.”
“I don't want you to make a choice you're going to regret.” Travis tried to explain his crisis, and instead Laura only wove herself closer and pressed those rosy lips to his jaw.
“I only regret not trying this sooner.”
Then, like a beast, she was on him. Laura's kiss was all tongue and teeth, catching his lower lip and digging in her canines hard enough to make him grunt. Any harder and he was certain she'd draw blood.
A second later she soothed the pain with her tongue, invading his mouth and flooding his senses with the taste of her. Travis couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of her hands sliding up his shirt. He cursed that he didn't have the body of his youth, but Laura didn't seem to mind.
Her hands were warm on his chest, nails digging into his chest until he moaned into her mouth. Laura consumed each sound like a woman starved, answering in kind when one of his hands found her hair again.
Travis pulled away, sucking in a breath.
“What are we doing?”
“I'm trying to fuck you, Hackett.” Laura, crass as always, stared at him with those piercing eyes. He wanted her, she had to know, had to be able to feel it as her hips writhed in his lap.
“Yes I- I know that .” All his words came out in a hiss as her lips found purchase instead at his neck, smiling against his skin. “I mean, why ?”
“Do I need a reason?” The words were hot on his throat, the brush of her lips accompanying every word. Travis couldn't bring himself to push her away.
“Laura, I'm over twice your age. I'm a washed up cop in a nowhere town, and I've spent most my life miserably. I don't want you to-”
“Pull the stick out of your ass and kiss me,” she spoke with the determination to get what she wanted, like always. If Travis was a stronger man, he'd push her away, drive her home and pretend like this hadn't happened.
Ma was right, he was weak. Pathetic.
Maybe that weakness was why his hands held tight to her waist, the fabric of her jacket crushed in his grip. Laura made a gleeful sound as he pulled her mouth to his, allowing his tongue to slip past her lips without a moment's hesitation.
Laura's hand was sneaking between their bodies, feeling for his cock through his pants, wrapping around it and giving him a squeeze. The choked noise he caught in his throat was met with a giggle when Laura pulled away from him and hopped back into the passenger seat.
“I have an idea. Drive us back to your place.” The sparkle in Laura's eye was that same dangerous glint that always seemed to trap him, and as he pulled the truck into reverse, Travis knew he was in trouble. Her nimble fingers were on his belt, then on the fly of his jeans, working to free his aching length while she lay across the bench seat.
Travis lifted his hips to let her slide his jeans down, cursing when her lips closed around the flushed head of his cock. Laura's pretty eyes met him in the darkness, illuminated by passing streetlights. He tried not to focus on them, trying to keep his attention on the road.
The task was nearly impossible when he could feel her tongue curl against his shaft, knuckles white as he held the wheel like a lifeline.
“ Fuck Laura, you're gonna kill me.” At his exclamation, he could feel her hum around him in satisfaction. He bumped the back of her throat, and still she sucked and slumped like her life's purpose was to give him head. “Laura-”
The hand that wasn't making sure they stayed on the road was in her hair, fisting in the honey colored strands to ground himself. The illusion would be shattered if he came too quickly. He'd ruin this strange magic currently intoxicating them.
One of her hands encircled his cock, squeezing with every bob of her head until he had to tear her away with a whine in his throat. Her eyes were watery, and her bottom lip was wet with spit.
Travis had never seen something so beautiful.
“You can come in my mouth if you wanna, Officer.” Leave it to Laura to spout something so filthy. His cock twitched at the offer, groaning low in. his throat. It required a few breaths before he grasped his resolve by the reins.
“I'm not fucking you for the first time in my truck.”
“Then let's drive a little faster.”
Laws were forgotten, his foot pressed heavy on the gas until the pair turned onto his gravel driveway. Travis tugged his jeans up enough for modesty but didn't bother to fix his belt before getting out of the truck and heading for Laura's door.
Tugging it open, he allowed Laura to hop out of the passenger seat, her arms sliding around Travis’ waist. He could barely get the truck locked with the way she was curling around him like a snake. Her hands were clawing into his back, her lips were kissing at the skin where it disappeared into the neckline of his shirt.
She was ravenous.
Travis had to wrangle her up the front step, only just getting the door unlocked before pushing her inside and pressing her against the wall. She didn't fight him this time, probably because she knew he was going to give her what she wanted. Christ he'd probably have given her anything she asked for.
Now though, he wanted to taste her.
His knees voiced their complaints as he knelt on the hardwood, an unwanted reminder of his age. It hit Travis that he had no business doing this. His hands stilled on the soft denim of her jeans, a shiver going through him when her fingertips trailed over her knuckles.
“Go on, Travis.” Laura's touch was gentle, voice barely more than a whisper as she guided him to the zipper. She helped him ease the fabric over her hips and toed out of her shoes. His fear, his reverence, seemed like the most attractive thing she'd ever seen. She was so eager to feel his touch again on her skin that when he pressed a kiss to her bare thigh, Laura whimpered .
Travis had to marvel at her, how soft her skin was and how easily her hips canted toward his touch. He kissed every inch of her that he could reach, nipping at her sensitive inner thighs until she begged for him to touch her where she craved him.
Pressing his lips just below her belly button, his fingers slid between her shaking legs as she pleaded with him. What greeted him punched the air from his lungs. Laura was dripping, hot and wet and more than his imagination could have ever supplied. Her body took one of his fingers, the stretch effortless, even as Laura whined above him.
“More, please-” Her tone wavered, and Travis could feel her grip fasten in his hair. He took a moment to taste her, running his finger over his tongue and nearly moaning aloud at the taste.
When he had her stuffed full with three fingers, Laura started to rock her hips. She did like to be in control of everything, he should have expected it. Her hand tugged his head back to her and he was quick to curl his tongue around her clit. This had the desired effect of earning his name in a pretty gasp.
He watched her eyes flutter shut, her teeth worry her bottom lip, filled with pride when he met Laura's sapphire eyes and saw the desire blowing her pupils wide.
Alternating between wide swipes of his tongue and focused, precise flicks over her clit, Travis could feel Laura start to tighten around him. The grip on his hair was painful, but it only served to spur him on further. He curled his fingers as he sucked on her clit, and felt Laura's body go taut before she came hard around his fingers.
Determined not to be wasteful, Travis drank his fill of her. Laura was like ambrosia, and he was certain he'd be addicted after just a taste.
“Travis, baby, I want you to fuck me. Please.” In the end, it's the endearment that had Travis pushing to his feet and gathering the woman into his arms. His bedroom was a blessedly short walk, and Laura cooperated in his quest to deposit her onto the bed. She's quick to let her legs fall apart, fingers spreading her open for him to see.
Travis is reminded that he's so hard it's starting to hurt, pushing his pants off his hips before grabbing Laura and pulling her to the edge of the mattress.
“Christ, wait-” Travis fumbles, embarrassed as he starts to go for the bedside drawer. He isn't even certain if he owns condoms anymore, realizing their whole night may come to a crashing. halt if-
“Travis, Travis!” Laura calls him back with her cloying tone, a smirk on her perfect mouth. “I've got an IUD. Just fuck me.”
Travis didn't have to be told twice, taking his cock in hand and running it along the wet seam of her cunt. Laura wiggled, trying to shove him inside her on her own and only stilled when he filled her with a hard thrust of his hips.
He was a good man, trying to give her the courtesy of a second to adjust. With the way she was wriggling and whining though, that didn't last. Travis was too eager to feel her, too eager to fuck the perfect cunt he was sheathed in. Laura didn't seem to mind either, locking her ankles behind his back to hold him close.
Her hands fisted in the gray sheets of his bed, blonde hair splayed out like a halo as she looked up at him. Travis held her hips in his hands, marveling at how small she looked beneath him. His thumb hooked on the lips of her cunt, watching as his cock disappeared inside her with every slow thrust of his hips.
“You're so beautiful,” He mused aloud. “You take me so well, so perfect for my cock.”
Laura keened, throwing back her head and whining when he adjusted his grip to hold tight to his ass. The other was busy squeezing at one of her tits, having slipped up under her bra to roll a nipple between his fingers.
She was so tight around him, wet and hot and perfect as he fucked her. Like every dream he'd had of her riding him bloody and needy had become flesh.
Travis knew he wouldn't last long, not at his age, and especially not with how long he'd been cut off from the world dealing with the curse. He wanted to make sure the pretty woman in his bed enjoyed herself at least, finding her clit with his thumb and rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
When Laura came, it was with the prettiest cry of his name Travis had ever heard.
Her nails cut into his forearms, holding herself to him as her cunt pulsed and milked his cock. That was all it took, a curse spat from Travis' lips before he was coming harder than he could remember before.
Laura pulled him down too, reaching to kiss his jaw, his cheek, his lips. She couldn't get enough, keeping their bodies pressed together as she basked in the afterglow of their coupling.
“Travis, can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” He responded too eagerly, too earnestly.
“I didn't get called back for questions. I just wanted to see you.”
Travis couldn't find it in his heart to mind.