Fix Her Up: A Novel
Fix Her Up: Chapter 25

Travis wrapped his arms around her and they stumbled into the limousine, landing in a tangle of limbs on the plush leather backseat. “You got the job, Travis,” Georgie squealed, laying kisses all over his face. “You did it.”

“No,” he said, taking her mouth in a kiss that tasted like lust, wonder. “We did it.”

Georgie pulled back to study him, running her fingers through his hair, down his cheeks, completely incapable of keeping her heart out of her eyes. As thrilled as she was over Travis winning the contract, she didn’t want to think in terms of the end yet. Panic crept into her now, reality raining down on her head. In a roundabout way, she’d found the place she wanted among her family and peers. Now Travis was the new voice of the Bombers and there was nothing stopping them from disembarking this ride they’d gone on together.

An intense need to delay the inevitable stole over her. “I want you,” she whispered, scrubbing her hands down his stomach, fingers curling in his waistband. Their exhales tumbled out and collided. The hand Travis wrapped around the back of her neck was just the right amount of tight. Close as they were, she was surrounded in the scent she craved. Travis’s aftershave traveled toward her on the cool air-conditioning and landed on her tongue. “I need you.”

With a groan, Travis undid his belt and let the buckle sag, knowing without looking down that his rock-hard cock was on display, plumping the waistband of his briefs. “This what you want?”

Georgie shivered. “Yes.”

“Cold, baby girl?”

Even in the dark interior of the limousine, it was impossible to miss the concern in his eyes. Not just for her comfort, but . . . something else. Was it too much to hope that the worry on his face was over tonight being the end?

“Get the dress off. I’ll keep you warm.” He loosened his tie and discarded it on the floor. Starting on his shirt buttons, his expression turning hungry. A little wild. “I said get it off.”

Georgie remained frozen in the headlights of his intensity. His sudden urgency. And her need turned wild to match Travis’s as he pulled her to the floor, turning her to face the leather backseat on her knees. “You want to leave it on? Fine. Bend forward for me,” he rasped at the top of her head. “Now.”

Heat dropped in her belly, loosening her limbs, electricity climbing lazily up her back to cradle her skull. Georgie flattened her hands on the wide seat, gasping when Travis shoved her knees apart with a guttural sound. She felt him lean back and peruse her, making Georgie’s neck heat, moisture gathering at the juncture of her thighs. The skirt of her dress was lifted inch by slow, painstaking inch, where it remained settled around her waist. Oh my God. Oh yeah, this was . . . different. Anticipation crackled. More was coming. More than usual. Without a discussion, she knew they wanted to make this last time between them count. Don’t think about it being over.

“Baby girl wore this tight dress for me.” He groaned, a single finger sliding into the back waistband of her panties to tug them down, down, until they eventually caught at her knees. Leaving her bare bottom on display. “What are we going to do about this pretty ass of yours, huh? Rode all the way here with it so sweet and tight in my lap.” Without warning, her hips were jerked high onto Travis’s thighs, his erection huge where it prodded the split of her backside. “Look at what it did.” He yanked Georgie’s hips higher in his lap, swiping her earlobe with a flick of his tongue. “Look at what you did. You’re not the least bit sorry about it, either, are you? If you are, it’s not stopping you from pressing back on that dick you tortured. Rubbing on it like a hungry little cat.”

“Sorry,” Georgie breathed, ceasing the movements she hadn’t even been aware of.

The apology was only halfway out of her mouth when Travis wrapped her hair in a skilled fist, easing her head back. All the way back until their eyes locked. “I didn’t say to stop.”

Writhing her hips in that position—back arched, face tilted toward the ceiling—started as awkward, but the slight contortion made her thighs slide together differently, thrust her breasts out, and put her womanhood at an angle and holy shit. Ten seconds of circling her naked backside on Travis’s lap turned her into a needy mess. Hard eyes watched her from above, growing smokier with every swish of her bottom.

“That’s right. Apologize for being a cock tease by teasing it even more.”

“You feel so good,” Georgie whimpered. “I can’t stop.”

The fist in Georgie’s hair tilted her head sideways, Travis’s tongue licking a warm, wet path up the side of her neck. “Good. Never stop.” He moved close—so close—his body flush with her back, fingers busy on the side zip of her dress. Cool air kissed her skin as he pulled the garment off over her head, then settled her ass in his lap once again, inching her knees wider and thrusting himself against her body. Soft nudity on hard, clothed male. The contrast was so devastatingly hot, she moaned long and loud. “Tease me any time you want, because we both know your dirty little secret. You don’t know how to tease me without giving it up. You want my cock and you want it deep.”

Was it possible to have an orgasm from words alone? Because God, she was close. Her clitoris felt swollen and sensitive from her legs rubbing together. Her throat hurt from taking shallow, rasping breaths. Hot, I’m so, so hot. Georgie was so overwhelmed, she could only press the side of her face to the leather seat, Travis guiding her there with a firm hand. Could only hear the jingle and clunk of his belt hitting the ground in the distance, her backside lifting in an involuntary move. Just have me. Have me.

“Never banged you like this, have I?” Travis ground out, lightly slapping her butt cheeks with his erection. The way she’d seen men do on the internet—and why it came across so hot and animalistic to Georgie? A mystery. Travis spanking her with his arousal was enough to make her desperate, her fingers turning to claws on the seat. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper, and finally, the head of his manhood nudged her entrance. Georgie held her breath, whimpering when he grazed her neck with his teeth. “You know why I haven’t put my dick inside you from behind yet?”

She let out a shaking breath against the leather, her heart hammering. “Why?”

Travis rammed himself home and Georgie’s scream filled the limousine. “Because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself once I got you on hands and knees. With your ass smacking off my belly, I worried I’d cross that line into disrespectful—and some part of me still thought of you as my friend’s little sister.” He made a choked sound, falling on top of her, thrusting with a groan. “Not anymore. You’re all mine now. I’ll take you how I want.”

With that pronouncement, his teeth grazed her shoulder, enough to make her jerk at the pleasure and pain. His hips never stopped thrusting, the ridges of his abdomen riding over the curve of her backside, their skin slapping together. And then those teeth left her shoulder, replaceing the back of her neck, dragging up and down, kicking off a wild surge of satisfaction in Georgie. Her back arched, thighs widening on the floor, becoming this man’s pleasure tool. With her open mouth pressed to the seat, she could only whimper his name in a litany, glorying in the repeated driving of hard flesh into the giving entrance of her body, Travis grunting and cursing between love bites of her neck, shoulders, upper back.

“Mine,” he rasped. Then more insistent: “Mine.”

Georgie’s fevered mind had only just picked up on the change in Travis’s tone when his strong arms banded around her, holding tight. So tight. His hips continued to pound her from behind, but his breathing had turned erratic. Unnaturally so, even in their worked-up state. With his face buried in the crook of Georgie’s neck, she only had to turn her head to search Travis’s face—and she found his eyes squeezed shut, her name on his lips. “Travis,” she croaked, kissing the forearms locked around her. “Look at me.”

Tortured blue eyes found her and alarm flared in Georgie’s chest. She twisted in the circle of his arms, giving him no choice but to slip from her body. He fell on Georgie, wrapping her in a bear hug, their sides pressed up against the seat. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” She stroked a hand down the back of his hair. “Talk to me.”

A muscle slid up and down in his throat. “Georgie, I can’t do this.”

Pain singed her lungs. “Are you . . . ending this thing between us now? I know it was only supposed to last through tonight—”

Travis clapped a hand over her mouth, his breathing harsh. “First of all, let’s stop calling it a thing.”

“Okay,” she mumbled slowly into his palm.

“What you’ve done for me, baby girl . . . bringing me out of the dark? It’s a miracle. Not a thing. You’re a miracle.” He closed his eyes, missing the awe that crossed her face. “You make me better, and I wish—I fucking wish I could do the same for you, but all I can offer is me. Other men can offer you the things you want. Family. Kids. I don’t know how to give you those.” His arms tightened around her. “But I don’t think I can let you go, either.”

Georgie felt like she was breathing through a straw. “Are you saying you want to be with me?”

“Want? No.” Travis brushed their mouths together, letting the tips of their tongues touch. “I’m saying I need you. I’m saying no to ending this tonight. I was an idiot to think that was possible.”

Georgie was shaken. Did he really just say those beautiful things? Was she in the middle of a dream? No. No, the warm male body pressed to hers was real, as was the emotion packed into every one of his words. I need you. Did he have any idea how much she needed him back? This man who’d blown her perception of him out of the water and replaced it with someone real and caring and magnetic.

Thank God. Thank God this wouldn’t be over in a matter of hours. It almost eluded Georgie that she’d succeeded in her plan to cure Travis of his relationship phobia, she was so relieved this man wanted more. They both did. Georgie slipped her fingers into his hair, her thighs lifting to circle his waist. Between them, his thick erection continued to pulse, and her body was now weeping for its almost-orgasm. “Where do I even start?” Georgie said quietly, dragging her fingernails along Travis’s scalp and watching his eyes glaze over. “Travis, I . . .”

Not the time, Georgie. They’d just decided to stop calling their relationship a thing. Declarations of love were a long way off. Maybe they’d never even get there. Bottom line, she needed to start small. Even though her chest felt like it might burst wide open from all the overstocked feelings.

A line formed between his brows. “What were you going to say?”

Georgie raked her nails lightly down his nape. “I was going to say I’m twenty-three, Travis. I don’t want kids right now. Or a husband. There’s all the time in the world.” The words sounded hollow to her own ears and Travis was still frowning, but she pushed through, getting to the part that was nothing but the truth. “Right now, I—I just want—”

“A boyfriend?” His chest lifted and fell. “If that’s enough for now, let me be yours.”

For now. Did that make them temporary all over again? Maybe. But the prospect of being with Travis without an imminent expiration date proved too tempting. “Where do I sign?”

Travis still looked troubled about her claim that the future could wait, but after a small hesitation, his mouth settled over hers again. And their lips moving together reignited the heat between them like two pieces of flint. Georgie spread her legs, looking up at the sexiest man alive through her lashes. And Travis took the bait like a dying man. He reached down with shaking hands and guided himself back between her legs, thrusting deep with a moan. “I need to come inside you so bad, baby girl. Deep.” He laid her down on the limousine floor. “I want it to stay there all fucking night.”

She let him lock her wrists above her head, a buzz humming in her blood. So full of love, she wondered if her chest might explode. “Give it to me.”

It was fast and rough, Travis’s forehead pressed to hers, eyes locked on each other as he pummeled her body. He moved at a merciless pace, slapping their hips together, teeth baring every time she squeezed him with her inner walls. They groaned words that made sense only to their ears, called each other’s name, and kissed as if frantic to memorize taste, texture, movement, breathing patterns. Travis freed Georgie’s wrists in favor of pressing her knees open, the pace of his hips turning punishing but, as always, mindful of where she needed to be touched, the engorged base of his shaft hitting its mark and turning Georgie into a clawing, writhing creature, her fingernails buried in her boyfriend’s ass. Urging him to buck, to use, to overpower. And he did. He did until tears leaked down her temples, the back-to-back orgasms blanketing her mind, narrowing her universe down to where their bodies joined.

“Goddamn,” he muttered into her neck, voice sounding pained. “I need to blow so bad, but you’re too beautiful when you come. Knock it off.”

“Who, me?” Georgie said breathlessly, putting mock innocence—her favorite tool—to use, because she couldn’t stand Travis in pain and it happened to be his kryptonite, too. She unsnapped the front of her strapless bra, bowing her back to present her bare breasts to Travis.

“Motherfucker,” he breathed, his hips snapping in a rapid rhythm, jostling her breasts. “No. No, no, no . . . I want to watch you one more time.”

She played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between her middle finger and thumb. “But it feels so good when you fill me up.”

“Georgie.”

“Do it.” She gasped as Travis closed his teeth around her chin, growling. “You can go harder, can’t you? You don’t have to hold back because I’m so tight.”

He came with a roar that lasted for long moments, hanging in the air, that final pump of his stiffness telling her all about his desperation. And the expression of male rapture on his gorgeous face, the sticky, wet grind of their lower bodies, pushed Georgie into one final climax, a slow, all-encompassing one that made her shake violently. It made Travis’s head come up, his eyes molten as he witnessed it. “Beautiful,” he gritted. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, Travis tucking Georgie’s head beneath his chin, his unbreakable hold surrounding her. No place in the world she’d rather be than listening to Travis’s heart wail against his rib cage, throat rattling as it pulled in oxygen.

As they rumbled down the highway, she let the engine and Travis’s heartbeat lull her, refusing to be sad over the three words that remained trapped in her throat.