Mature content! This is for everyone who requested some beard kink (I'm blushing even typing it out 😂).
The car ride literally feels like forever and it's probably not doing me any favors being practically in Trav's lap the entire time. We're holding off from kissing too much, but his arms are draped over me in a way that his fingertips keep "accidentally" brushing my breasts and every time they do, I place an open mouthed kiss against his neck. Clearly, we're playing a dangerous game and even though the privacy window is up, I can guarantee Drew and Tim, who are riding with us and the driver, wouldn't be all that appreciative of a show.
"Almost there," he says, pressing his lips warmly against my temple. "Five minutes away."
I stare at him in absolute bewilderment at his coherence. "How are you that together right now?"
He smiles, dipping his head to the nape of my neck. "I didn't wanna too get shit-faced. Had to look after you, baby."
It occurs that while he clearly had a good time, he was always taking care of me. It's the sweetest thing, the way puts me first and I stretch my spine to kiss him, my hands cupping his face tenderly.
I love touching him, not just for obvious reasons...it simply feels good to have him close. I can honestly say when he's around, I'm the happiest I've ever been. Even when there's physical distance between us, I'll happen to think of something he said, hear a snippet of a song that was playing in the car while we were together and there's a warmth that invades my chest cavity. I can't help but appreciate the now.
We pull into the parking space of the house he rented as the second SUV pulls in beside us. Everybody else staying had already made it back, passed out, presumably on the first floor. My security has a place to crash in shifts as well: Travis had been prepared for everything.
"We're upstairs, angel," he tells me as he helps me out of the car, my fingers curling around his. I've sobered up quite a bit, mostly because of the food, but I'm still not the steadiest on my feet and Travis sees, swooping his arms around me to anchor me while we head inside.
"This is so nice," I whisper when we step through the huge living room. "I'd ask you to show me around, but---"
He laughs, his thumb sliding over my hipbone. "Before we leave in the morning." He switches on a floor lamp so we don't kill ourselves walking in the dark. It's romantic, though, the bare hint of the rising sun from the enormous skylight creating a path for us.
"Can you make it?" He asks, sounding concerned and I don't blame him. Between wearing heels all night and drinking, my feet are about ready to fall off.
I'm about to answer when he lifts me, bridal style, his arms going under my knees as my hands automatically wind around his neck.
"Got you," he grins. His lips sweep against my neck and I shut my eyes, my nose going to his shoulder.
Fuck, I wanna really delve into it, the words for a song starting to form a thundercloud in my brain, but something tells me this isn't the time.
Instead, I keep this memory tucked away for later as Trav carries me into the master bedroom and very softly places me down on the California King.
He moves, to turn on the lamp, I think and I launch my attack, pulling him by the hand and down to lie next to me, capturing his lips furiously with my own.
Holding back all night definitely had its benefits. Short little kisses that we made sure to keep at bay in public give way to passion, Travis's body pressed to mine, his fingers in between the spaces of my braids, tugging it gently out of its ponytail so he can have better access to it. The thought of those huge hands raking through my hair has a long moan escaping my lips, my legs coming up at their own accord to hook around his waist as we kiss.
