room. He grabs my hand. “Come on, girl.”
He drags me over to the display of ridiculously priced mattresses, dressed with elegant duvets and collections of throw pillows. Before I can say a word, Travis sweeps me off my feet and tosses me onto one of them. I squeal.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of here!”
Travis flops down on the bed with a mischievous grin. “We’re customers! We have to try the things out, right?” He crawls over to where I’m lying and throws one of his arms over me. “Do you think anyone has ever really tried it out?” He playfully throws a leg over my body, trapping me.
I can’t help but giggle. “You are insane!”
Then he throws himself completely on top of me and straightens his arms, like we’re about to have sex. Travis looks down at me with an impish grin. “How else are people going to know whether or not they like a bed?”
“Maybe they’re thinking more about sleeping on it, you little horn dog.”
I’m strangely paralyzed. Just feeling the weight of his body on me awakens my own. I can feel his hardness pressed right on my core and it stokes up the unsatisfied fire that Lazarus started there. Without even thinking, I find myself rocking my pelvis lightly against it. When I tilt up and my flaming center strokes against his bulge, Travis flutters his lids with surprise and his blue eyes go slate gray.
“Jesus, Mickey,” he breathes.
I immediately stop. But it’s too late. Travis increases the pressure against me and lets out a loud exhalation.
“Okay, let’s stop,” I mutter. But Travis just closes his eyes, as if lost in his head, savoring the sensation.
I glance over his shoulder to check for stroppy salespeople. There are only two customers nearby, a man and a woman standing amidst obscenely priced dining room sets just beyond the mattress section. I freeze. It’s Lazarus and Celestina. Celestina is chattering on, running one hand along the surface of a long, smooth plank table and gesticulating with the other. She’s oblivious to everything around her.
Lazarus’s blazing eyes are on Travis and me.
“Get off,” I grumble under my breath, pushing Travis off.
He rolls onto his back and bends his knees to hide the obvious erection. He doesn’t bother to look around. Instead he just lies there with his eyes closed, breathing deeply and trying to cool down. “Somebody coming?” he mutters.
“Yeah.”
I sit up and nervously comb my fingers through my messy hair. Lazarus stands there frozen and I wonder how long he’s been watching us. His expression is dark, his eyes fiery. Even from far away I can see his jaw working like crazy. His eyes shift to Travis and I can almost see the phosphorescent glow of jealousy coming from inside him. I look down at Travis, but he keeps his eyes closed. He looks almost blissful.
I fight the instinct to feel ashamed. What the hell does Lazarus care if I’m fooling around with some guy? He has no claims on me. In fact, I revealed my naked heart to him and he rejected me. Who does he think he is? For a second I consider actually kissing Travis out of sheer defiance against Lazarus. But Travis isn’t some pawn in a game. He’s my friend.
Celestina moves farther away and calls out to Lazarus irritably. But he holds my eyes. As always, electricity sizzles through me, even though I try to ignore it. It surges through my every nerve, burning my insides until I feel sweat drops form on my skin. My core is throbbing. I hold my breath and squeeze my legs together with shudder. Why does he do this to me? How the hell am I supposed to move on when this man can set my body alight with a look?
Lazarus breaks the gaze. He turns his back and slowly makes his way after Celestina. I watch him intently, my throat tight, tears burning behind my eyes. Why can’t I just forget about him? I stand up, desperate to leave before the emptiness closes in.
Travis sits up and scoots to
He drags me over to the display of ridiculously priced mattresses, dressed with elegant duvets and collections of throw pillows. Before I can say a word, Travis sweeps me off my feet and tosses me onto one of them. I squeal.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of here!”
Travis flops down on the bed with a mischievous grin. “We’re customers! We have to try the things out, right?” He crawls over to where I’m lying and throws one of his arms over me. “Do you think anyone has ever really tried it out?” He playfully throws a leg over my body, trapping me.
I can’t help but giggle. “You are insane!”
Then he throws himself completely on top of me and straightens his arms, like we’re about to have sex. Travis looks down at me with an impish grin. “How else are people going to know whether or not they like a bed?”
“Maybe they’re thinking more about sleeping on it, you little horn dog.”
I’m strangely paralyzed. Just feeling the weight of his body on me awakens my own. I can feel his hardness pressed right on my core and it stokes up the unsatisfied fire that Lazarus started there. Without even thinking, I find myself rocking my pelvis lightly against it. When I tilt up and my flaming center strokes against his bulge, Travis flutters his lids with surprise and his blue eyes go slate gray.
“Jesus, Mickey,” he breathes.
I immediately stop. But it’s too late. Travis increases the pressure against me and lets out a loud exhalation.
“Okay, let’s stop,” I mutter. But Travis just closes his eyes, as if lost in his head, savoring the sensation.
I glance over his shoulder to check for stroppy salespeople. There are only two customers nearby, a man and a woman standing amidst obscenely priced dining room sets just beyond the mattress section. I freeze. It’s Lazarus and Celestina. Celestina is chattering on, running one hand along the surface of a long, smooth plank table and gesticulating with the other. She’s oblivious to everything around her.
Lazarus’s blazing eyes are on Travis and me.
“Get off,” I grumble under my breath, pushing Travis off.
He rolls onto his back and bends his knees to hide the obvious erection. He doesn’t bother to look around. Instead he just lies there with his eyes closed, breathing deeply and trying to cool down. “Somebody coming?” he mutters.
“Yeah.”
I sit up and nervously comb my fingers through my messy hair. Lazarus stands there frozen and I wonder how long he’s been watching us. His expression is dark, his eyes fiery. Even from far away I can see his jaw working like crazy. His eyes shift to Travis and I can almost see the phosphorescent glow of jealousy coming from inside him. I look down at Travis, but he keeps his eyes closed. He looks almost blissful.
I fight the instinct to feel ashamed. What the hell does Lazarus care if I’m fooling around with some guy? He has no claims on me. In fact, I revealed my naked heart to him and he rejected me. Who does he think he is? For a second I consider actually kissing Travis out of sheer defiance against Lazarus. But Travis isn’t some pawn in a game. He’s my friend.
Celestina moves farther away and calls out to Lazarus irritably. But he holds my eyes. As always, electricity sizzles through me, even though I try to ignore it. It surges through my every nerve, burning my insides until I feel sweat drops form on my skin. My core is throbbing. I hold my breath and squeeze my legs together with shudder. Why does he do this to me? How the hell am I supposed to move on when this man can set my body alight with a look?
Lazarus breaks the gaze. He turns his back and slowly makes his way after Celestina. I watch him intently, my throat tight, tears burning behind my eyes. Why can’t I just forget about him? I stand up, desperate to leave before the emptiness closes in.
Travis sits up and scoots to
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