Naughty Nanny Series-Free Loving (7 page)

            “No!” Travis and Free shouted at the exact same time.

            “I’ll do it,” Travis grimaced, stuffing his cock between her legs, slightly behind the rise of her behind.

            “Does it hurt?” Free whispered wide eyed. That had to hurt. She was trying not to put too much weight on it, but she was lying on his dick!

            “I’m good,” Travis managed to grit between his teeth.

            Free didn’t buy it for a second.  She wished there was something she could do to alleviate the pain he was clearly in yet short of asking him to put it inside her she was coming up empty.

            François ran over to look through the camera, pointed it directly at Travis’ ass. “Perfect!” he announced. Beads of sweat popped out all over Travis brow. “Okay, action!”

            The kiss Travis laid on her was devastating. As soon as the words were out of François’s mouth, Travis ravaged her mouth, his tongue sweeping in to pillage. On instinct, her arms wrapped around him, her body straining against his, needing to get as close as possible. The lights, the cameras, the work crew faded away and nothing else mattered but the two of them. In all the previous takes, Travis had held back a little. He had to have been, because the kiss he was giving her now took and left nothing behind. She gave back as good as she got.  Her tongue battled his for control.  He growled at her aggression. She tightened her hold on him.

            His hips were moving against her, the log of his erection rubbing enticingly but in the wrong damn spot! That was it.  She couldn’t take anymore teasing.  It was time to take matters into her hands.  Without a care as to who was watching, she shifted, moving left and right until the head of his cock was knocking at the slit of her weeping pussy. Just a quick downshift and he was there. Not wanting to let him go, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down with as much force as she could muster.  

            “Oh God, baby, I can’t stop!” Travis growled against her mouth.

            “Then don’t,” she panted right back.

            And he didn’t. With a wild thrust, he was there, buried deep inside her. Free came almost immediately, unable to hold back. It was so good! She had waited so long! Uncaring about the rest of the world, Free was swept away in the pure sensation that was Travis with only one thought rolling around in her mind.

            Finally.

Chapter Eleven

            Travis was lost. He had tried so damn hard not to do this, but the second she had shifted, forcing his cock directly against her slit, he lost all willpower to stop. And he couldn’t feel sorry for a damn thing. She felt so fucking good wrapped all around his cock. Exquisitely tight, scotching hot, and deliciously wet all at the same time, she was better than he dared to dream. He could feel the walls spasm after one stroke. Holy hell, she was sucking him like a hot, wet mouth! Only infinitely better, so damn much better.  

            In some distant part of his mind, he knew he should stop this. They weren’t alone. She would hate him for it later. But damn it was just too good to stop! His hips moved almost against his will, demanding more, deeper, everything. He wanted her to come again and again and again, and he wanted to watch every fucking second, see every damn emotion that played across her face.

            “Look at me, Free,” he demanded, powering inside her. “This is not going to end. You aren’t going to run from me any damn more; do you understand me?”

            “I don’t want to run,” came the melodious reply. “I need this, I need you. I never knew how much.”

            “Hell, yeah,” Travis groaned, taking possession of her mouth once more. He was going to hold her to it.  

            They both lost completely lost track of time, place, of everything but each other. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get deep enough. He moved her legs to his shoulders, angling himself to get as deep as he possibly could. Maybe it was the yoga, or maybe she was just naturally limber, but wrapping her ankles around his neck, Free arched into him, welcoming him inside.

            “Shit! Free, baby, I going to need for you to come for me,” Travis moaned out helplessly. There was no way he could stop the explosion he could feel churning. It was just too damn good. “Come for me, sugar. Now!”

            He pinched down on her clit, while frantically driving into her. Her walls clamped down almost unbearably tight against him. He had no choice but to detonate, feeling the rush of his orgasm down to his toes.

            “I love you, Free Windsong Summer,” Travis murmured, falling to his side to pull her against him.

            “Um, Travis?” came a hesitant reply. Not exactly what he wanted to hear.

            “Hmm?” She was tense, but he wasn't letting her go. Not now, not ever.

            “Where did everyone go?”

            Shit! He had forgotten where the hell he was at. Looking around he realized everyone had mysteriously disappeared. The director, the crew, everyone. François, that wily bastard! Anyone with eyes could see how into each other they were. The few scenes they had shot earlier had been so hot; Travis had to remind himself they weren’t real. And those had been shot fully clothed!

            “Come on, sugar,” Travis pulled her to her feet, wrapping her robe around her. “Let’s go to my trailer to talk.”

            “Do you think they all know?” Free asked, allowing him to lead her towards the trailer.

            She didn’t sound upset, but that could just be shock.

            “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they do,” he answered honestly. She needed to be prepared for the sly looks and giggles that might come tomorrow.

            They didn’t talk for the rest of the short walk. Just as Travis expected, most of the cars were long gone, indications François had let everyone go for the day. He didn’t speak when he pulled her inside. He couldn’t, his tongue was in her mouth as soon as the door closed. He may have had the best orgasm ever a few short minutes ago, but damned if he wasn't rock hard again already.

            “I’ll never get enough of you,” he muttered after breaking the kiss. It was true, he was hopelessly in love. “And I meant what I said. I love you Free.”

            “I think I love you back,” Free responded. Not exactly what he had been looking for, but close. “So what now?”

            “Now, you’re going to move into my room,” Travis told her, opening her robe and lightly running his fingers against the soft contours of her skin. “We finish the movie, we go home, plan the wedding, and then find some contractors to build your school –”

            “Hold on, back up,” Free cut him off, holding up her hand. “Wedding?”

            “Yeah, wedding,” Travis told her firmly. He wasn't playing around. Free was the woman for him, there would never be another. “When I said I love you, Free, I meant it.”

            There, his cards were on the table. He wasn't backing down. Free would be his wife whether she realized it or not. She didn’t look convinced. That was going to have to change.

            “Yeah, but Travis, we’ve only known each other for a few months,” Free began, but Travis wasn't in the mood to hear it.

            He stopped her train of thought with another kiss, not stopping until they were both panting with need all over again. She must have opened his robe because her small hands were running all over his torso.

            “I love you touching me,” he encouraged, leaning into her touch.

            “You do?”

            She looked so adorable looking up at him; so open, so damn loveable.

            “Yeah, sugar, I do.  Take my robe off.  I want your hands touching me everywhere.”

            He stood patiently as her hands reached up to his shoulders, pushing the material down his arms until it was pooling at his feet.

            “Now yours, Free.  Take it off. Let me see the tight little pussy I’m going to fuck again.”

            Travis waited anxiously as she let the robe slip down her arms, exposing her body to his gaze.  He wasted no time. Pulling her leg up, he wrapped it around his waist, sliding back inside her snug warmth. He could spend all day inside her. Without prompting, she put the other leg around him, trusting him to hold her weight.

            “Do it,” Free rasped, her teeth nipping at his ear. “Take me, Travis.”

            He was planning on it. With a firm grip on both sides, he powered into her, unable to stop. She was so damn tight!

            “You feel so good, baby.” He was trying to be gentle, but she was so damn hot, he was driven to thrust hard and deep inside her welcoming channel. “So wet.” She writhed against him making it impossible for him to be gentle.  His lips trailed over her face, her neck, anywhere he could reach, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He hoped like hell he wasn't hurting her.

            “Harder, Travis!” Free pulled on his hair, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Please, Travis! I need it so bad!”

            Fuck, yes! He was all too happy to oblige. He slammed his hips into her, swallowing her cries in a soul sucking kiss. Damn, this was heaven!

            “I’m coming! Travis, I’m coming!” Free cried, jerking her mouth away. Her teeth grazed his shoulder, her body starting to shake.

            “Yeah, baby, come all over my cock,” he egged her on. “Bite me, mark me. It’s all yours, sugar, take it!”

            Her teeth bared down against his skin, hard, her body shaking in his arms. He could feel the walls of her vagina contracting, sucking him insistently. He was hopeless to hold back, coming with a roar of surreal pleasure.

            “Fuck yes, Free, baby! Take it! Take all of me!” he had no idea what he was babbling, he just knew he had never felt so full, so complete. And damned if he didn’t want it all over again as soon as his seed flowed to the heart of her womb.

            Yep, he was a goner.

Chapter Twelve

            Naked yoga had nothing to do with the smile that seemed to be a permanent fixture on Free’s face. It made her almost want to kick herself for not giving in sooner. On some level, she had known since the first morning back at the ranch that eventually they would end up in bed together. As soon as they had made it home the day before, Travis had literally carried her to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon and night “convincing” her that they were perfect for each other. 

            Like she needed that much convincing. All he had to do was look at her and she was ready to jump his bones. And the way he cared for Lorelei, attentive to her every need, Free knew that he was a rare kind of man. A man no woman in her right mind would walk away from.   

            “You look beautiful like this,” Travis spoke quietly beside her, reaching over to tweak her nipple.

            “Shhh!” The admonishment sounded false even to her. Still, welcoming the new day was serious business. No matter how much she wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, she had to force herself out of bed so that she could start her morning ritual.  That was one thing that she would not change. 

            “Why do you do this in the nude?” Travis completely ignored her hushing, moving to sit behind her before pulling her close.

            Free smiled as his erection thumped against her lower back. The man seemed to walk around with a constant hard on. Not that she was complaining.  It was a good thing her mom had taken Lorelei back to the compound.  They found the note she had written on the kitchen counter after they got home last night.  She must have known that they were going to need their privacy.