The Secret

Ch. 16 | Running on Empty

Travis

I'm approved and ready to foster. It's not confirmed yet that Sophia will able to move in. Boss made sure when that happens, I am promised a flexible schedule so I'm able to spend the time that Sophia deserves in a parent. I'm still in a shock at myself considering the changes I've made all around me. Not just for Sophia becoming a part of my life, or the rake hell douche bag that I've happily tossed in the trash, but the one I've been wanting all my life. Brianna. I can't keep this from Fabian any longer. I shouldn't tell him about us alone, I need her with me. She's scared of her brother just as much as I am. It really isn't any of his business what we are doing, but there's gotta be something that gives that will give him some peace of mind, that his sister is and will be happy, and that his best friend is and will be happy. I'm sure he'll be just fine, it's the fact that it's Brianna and well.. me, the manwhore. That will make him flip his shit.

It's Skyelar's Birthday and our big night out wasn't out of the question. In the vip area, I was put on drink duty as always. Bri sat next to me on the black leather sofa when I was filling a glass with ice for Fabian's drink. "Make his strong." She demands. I eye her with a brow lowered. "Why?" I ask with a smirk. I know that look in her eyes and she has something planned, and I'm all in. But I need to know what it is before I get my best friend plastered with a bad hangover. She smiles and shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink. She's a very naughty girl with me, post Brianna the virgin. I think I'd be pissed knowing she was this way with anyone else after Vegas. But she's all mine, and I intend to keep it that way. A few drinks in and then a song that Brianna loves came on. "Your song, Bri!" Sarai shouts. The smile on Bri's face is excitement when she eyes for me to go down with them to dance. I can't ever deny this girl a dance, so I go. Jen and Skylar stay upstairs with Ryan and his now new boy toy that he's been crushing on for months. When we get downstairs and I'm anticipating what Bri's naughty little plan is more than the fact that her "jam" just came on throughout the speakers in the club and wanting to dance. Brianna is so excited about this song. Her smile is contagious. Mason leans in to Bri and I as we're dancing, "Hey, Rai and I are going out to have a smoke." Sarai leans in to add, "We'll be back inside in a while. I gotta talk to Mase about something. Don't go upstairs without us." She eyes Bri and gives me a smile, that smirk from earlier. Sarai pulls Mase by the arm away from us and off the dance floor, "Leave them." She tells Mase. He smiles at me and throws me a peace sign and air cheered his drink at me. I shake my head and I feel Bri's hand pull me off the dance floor by my belt and I follow her tug passed the bar and into that infamous dark hallway. I take one last look up to the balcony to eye out for Fabian, but he looks way plastered and is in conversation with the rest of the crew. I continue the dangerous adventure with Bri and back her into the wall next to the bathroom. I know she likes this because of the way her body responds to my every move while I'm hovering her this way. She fucking loves it, and I want to give her what she wants. There's a back bathroom farther down the hall that I've used before, but that was when Bri was throwing up drunk and I wanted to save her from humiliation. Club staff knows us well, and was kind enough to tell me about it. Tonight, I have other plans. The bathroom door opens and Bri tears her lips off me. She grabs my wrist and pulls me in. I smirk at her and I shake my head as I grip her hold and refuse to let her go in, "No, Bebī. Over here." I smile. She stares at me with her desperate eyes and I'm going to feed her hunger. I grab her by the waist and lead her down the hall to the hidden bathroom. She throws herself to lean back against the marble counter and watches me carefully. In the mirror her hair drapes down her back in beach waves and I want to grib them in my fist so bad. I turn the two inch lock on the door and stand right in front of her as I feel her thighs softly wrap around my waist. I rake my eyes down her body, followed by my hands finding the edge of the bottom of her skirt and I lift it dragging my palm over it and I grip onto her waist. She grabs my face and pulls my lips to hers. Her soft lips feel like marshmallows and I bite her bottom lip gently with a glide of my tongue against it. She's already unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Like fucking magic. She follows my groan and softly unzips me. She hops off the marble counter and drops to her knees and wraps her soft warm lips around me, taking all of me into her wet mouth. She moans rocking her hips and I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes as she takes dominant charge of me with her mouth. Her fucking wet warm mouth enveloped around me, sucking and indulging like she owns it and she does now. She flashes her hypnotic green eyes up at me and she knows it makes me fucking crazy. "Oh, fuck, Bri." I have a grip into her hair now and it feels good. Bri's lips feel so good moving back and forth all over me. She moans some more with her eyes in contact with me. Fuck it. I carefully pull her lips away from me by the grip of her hair and I lift her by her waist. In my surprise, she softly whines at the loss of contact. I bend a little and grab her thighs to lift her body. She wraps her legs around me and I sit her on the marble counter. She grits her teeth and her body does a tiny jolt at the cold on her ass and I whisper a loving apology in her ear. She responds with a moan in her exhale. I kiss her neck and glide my tongue softly to her cleavage. I run my hands over her thighs and push her skirt up with the palms of my hands before I take my hold of her hips. I touch the padding from the tips of my fingers to her clit over her underwear. I rub softly and she moans again. She squeezes my arms. I laugh a little because I know what she wants. I'll get there. I laugh some more. She's a stubborn little vixen with me and I fucking love it. There's a metal trash can with step lid under the counter just below where I sat Bri. I pull it out and sit pulling Bri's thighs around me, right where I want them. I pull her already wet thong to the side and out of my way a little. I shift my eyes to hers and her eyes are begging me not to stop. Her piercing emerald eyes. Fuck. She's irresistibly gorgeous. She grips a hard grip to my hair fucking up however I styled it tonight. Do I give a shit? Not a single fuck! Bri screams, "I can't take it, Trav. Travis? Fuck!" She can't see my smile between her legs and I keep going as she pulls tighter on my hair. I lift my head to look at her drunk eyes staring right back at me. I fucking love this girl so much, it's so fucked up. I lick my bottom lip and bite a little putting my lips back onto her again. She screams my name again repeatedly as she comes undone and I now have a grip intertwining our fingers. She pulls my face into hers. Kissing me, caressing my scalp with her finger tips as she comes down from her high. My hands are wrapped around her body the entire time. We clean up after we catch our breath and we head back out to find Mason and Sarai on the dance floor.