The Secret Of Us

six

One month later

It had been so messy. First the visit to the hospital that the tabloids had picked up on, and then the announcement that Matty and I were getting divorced. It had blown up the internet, people speculating, but I ignored it.

I moved into Travis' spare room, and he helped me to pack up my old apartment and get everything out of there so I never had to go back. We decided that I'd stay with him at least until the divorce was final so that I felt safe. Plus it was nice not being alone.

And I certainly wasn't alone. Through keeping up with my career and getting ready for the messy court date I knew was to come, Travis and I dove deep into our cravings. We never slept in the same room after sex, only stayed cuddled up together talking for a little while before I left his bed or he left mine. That was how we kept the line clear between the people who were best friends and the people who were having a dark, sexual relationship out of sight.

It grew darker. Travis and I found our shared interests in hard, rough sex. Sometimes we had sex slowly, softly, gently, but most of the time it wasn't like that.

"How was your session?" Travis asked when he walked in after a Friday night football practice, finding me making dinner in the kitchen.

"It was alright." I shrugged my shoulders. "We did some heavy stuff today, but it felt good to get it off my chest."

"Oh Bug." Travis put his bag down and came to hug me. "I'm proud of you, you know that." He sighed, rubbing my back. "I know it's hard to let go of something like that."

"Yeah, well I'm getting there." I sighed. I wasn't happy with how I'd been dealing with the divorce process; fucking Travis, throwing myself into my work so much that I burnt myself out, and then spending time in bed sick for a few days before being able to get back to it. 

Travis nodded, ruffling my hair as he went off to have a shower. I turned back to dinner, which I'd made more for his sake than mine. My eating had shrunk a little, not dangerously, but I wasn't that hungry. But I knew Travis would be; he was doing a lot and he needed a lot of energy.

"That smells so good Bug." Travis told me when he came out of the shower, changed into some shorts. 

"Hungry?" I asked as I took the tray out of the oven.

"Always." Travis grabbed me around the waist from behind, making me squeak as he spun me around and lifted me to sit on the kitchen island. 

"I meant for dinner you horny bastard." I sighed as Travis pushed my legs apart, getting down on his knees between them.

"I want my dessert first." He told me as he kissed the inside of my knee, and I shivered, my head falling back as my eyes closed.

I grabbed onto the edge of the cool marble counter as Travis worked my shorts down, my panties quickly following. He took almost every opportunity to get me naked, and I fucking loved it. It was the sex life I'd always wanted, and the chemistry Travis and I had was fucking incredible. We already knew each other better than anyone, and it was so natural for us to fall into bed together with the same interests. 

Travis speckled kisses up the insides of my thighs before arriving at the spot I needed him most, his tongue tickling against my clit. I let out a whine of pleasure as he buried himself in me, my chest heaving. Travis' touch set me on fire and he pulled my legs over his shoulders, draping them there so that my thighs encased his head. 

"Yo, Travis!" A voice caught our attention. "You home, or do we just not answer the door now?"

My head snapped up as my eyes flew open, and Travis lifted his head from between our thighs. We heard footsteps and then scrambled to move, panicked. Travis pulled me down off the counter and yanked my panties back up, helping me step into my shorts just before Jason and Kylie came down from the front door. My cheeks were bright red and I immediately turned away, pretending to do something.