Chapter Seventeen
I felt like a b***h to Peter. Hell, I was a b***h but I couldn’t help it. Travis just made me feel giddy with excitement, high on life, raring to go. There was just something about him that was bare-boned and honest, and also so raw and masculine, and when all of his attention was on me I felt as if I were the only woman in the world.
My mind kept drifting back to the club, that s******g, then later at his house and him taking me to new levels of bliss, just like he’d promised. Then in the shower yesterday, I’d been mad as anything about him interfering with me and Peter, yet still, one command from Travis and I was putty in his hands. Or rather he was a rod of hot steel in mine.
There was something glorious about feeling him come so hard. o****m until his knees buckle
