Bedding the Best Man Page 3

  Increasing my actions, I began to pump my fist faster and hollow out my cheeks more as I slipped my lips up and down his cock.

  I barely had time to let go of him, as I was spontaneously pulled up and rolled to my back.

  “What? Did I do something wrong?” I tried to find his face in the darkness as I felt his weight press upon. As I parted my legs to accommodate him, he situated himself against me.

  He settled between my thighs, his groin along mine and his chest close enough to brush my sensitive nipples. “Nothing wrong, love. I just want to be inside you when I come.” More awake, his voice held erotic tension, but it was clearer.

  Leaning down, he kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

  I loved kissing; especially with a man that was good at it. He was. He commanded my mouth, taking control and forced me to take all that he was giving me.

  Wrapping my arms around him, I drew him closer. Parting my thighs wider and arching against him; showing him I was willing to take all he had to offer. Drawing his tongue deeper into my mouth I suckled it, as he thrust in and out of my mouth. We were a perfect match.

  He pulled his lips away from mine.

  “Oh, love…” He lowered himself, licking a line from the side of my neck to my breasts. Painting circles around the taut tips, he teased me.

  “Please,” I pleaded, lifting my aching nipples to him. I needed satisfaction on so many levels and I knew only this man could provide it for me.

  Showing mercy, he palmed a breast and took me into his mouth.

  I cried out as he sucked, laved and nipped at first one peak and then the other. I was writhing beneath him, humping against his hard cock as my orgasm built. He didn’t stop the sensual torment; allowing me to use his body to bring myself the release I craved.

  The orgasm hit, hard. Giving me pleasure and relief. As if I’d wanted it for far too long, all day. The climax continued for an extended moment, abated by the strokes of his cock along my clit.

  “Oh, fuck I need you.”

  He shifted then I felt the crown of his sex pressing into me.

  His lips were on mine again, kissing me as he thrust all the way in. Stretching me. His cock carved a place in my sex—molding it to his thick length.

  My breath caught at the pain/pleasure, rejoicing at being connected with him in such a fashion. No other man had made me feel so complete, like one with them.

  “Oh, love, you feel so good. Your pussy is tight and wet. You’re mine, Kamari.”

  Ka-mari. I froze. It wasn’t that he used my name, it was the way he said it. Soft, rhythmic, like a one word poem. People didn’t say my name like that, except one.

  It can’t be.

  Even as my body was bucking beneath his and my nails were carving my mark into his back, I tried to push the thoughts away. However, as my toes curled and my sex pulsated around his cock, moments away from another orgasm, I couldn’t keep my mind from questioning.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as if recognizing the confusion in my mind. His hand stroked up my arms, passed my neck, then cupped my face. The pace of his thrusts slowed, but became even more stimulating as he drew out until only the head of his cock remained before gliding along my walls to seat himself deep again.

  As his thumbs caressed my cheeks, my mind became more disturbed. It was the way he was touching me. And with his body pressed to mine as a light sheen of sweat coated him, it seemed as if I could smell more of his scent coming through the hotel soap. It surrounded me—honeyed saffron and suede.

  Swallowing, I licked my lips and tried to keep the nervousness from my voice as I asked, “Can you please turn on the light, Pa—. Please.”

  I wanted to use his name but I couldn’t. Everything spinning inside of me shouted that it wasn’t Patrick I was with. His body wasn’t nude and intimately bonded with mine. Even now his heart beat against my breast and I could feel the rhythm of it matching mine. Perfectly in sync.

  Not Patrick, my soul whispered.

  This can’t be happening, my mind called out.

  It is, my soul taunted.

  His form shifted as he stretched toward the nightstand lamp.

  The burst of light was so bright the shock caused me to close my eyes and let them adjust to the brilliance.

  “Better?” He settled, grinding against me.

  Parting my lids, I stared up into the face of Travis Huffman. Clear blue eyes greeted mine as a sexy, beguiling smile tilted his mouth to the left. His look was wicked, playful and too damn self assured. Nothing like the man I usually imagined. However, still him at the same time.

  “Travis?” I pushed against his chest.

  “Oh, yes.” Raising up slightly, he pulled out and thrust again. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”

  My body had demands of its own as it lifted my sex to meet his thrust.

  Lowering his chest to mine once again, he placed a kiss on one side of my mouth then the other. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”

  Oh, hell, he was right. My traitorous sex was locked around his cock trying to hold him in each time he pulled out. I should stop this.

  “We need—”

  “Oh, love, I know just what we need.” He kissed me again, sealing off my words and muddling my thoughts.

  I couldn’t string together a coherent sentence if I wanted to. At that moment I didn’t want anything but the fucking and kissing Travis was giving me. I couldn’t convince myself it was wrong. Or persuade my body to hold off the climax that was threatening to overtake me. Mind, body and soul I was a willing participant in the loving. I was giving as good as he gave.

  Wrapping both arms and legs around him, I held him to me. I’d never had a man make me feel like this during sex; desired and cherished.

  Travis worked my body with a fierce intensity even as he whispered romantic things in my ear. I’d experienced men telling me about my body during sex, but never had a man talking about the beauty of my eyes, the sunshine of my smile, the music of my laugh and how even hearing my voice from across the room could make his heart stop and restart.

  With those words and others, Travis seduced me and caused the tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes as I cried out in ecstasy.

  “Fuck, Kamari…do that again.” His hand slipped between our thrashing bodies and fingered my clit as his cock slammed into me and carried me into another orgasm.

  Groaning, harsh and loud, he finally joined me in the sexual rapture.

  “Ah, love.”

  Spent, we both lay in a heap of weak limbs and heavy breathing. Moments later, Travis rolled away and collapsed on his back, then pulled me along his side.

  Only a few minutes, I told myself. I would only allow myself time to recover my strength and then I had to go. Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing beating of Travis’ heart.

  “You awake, sleepy head?”

  Coming fully awake, I realized I’d fallen asleep in Travis’s bed—in his arms. “Oh, no, no, no, no…” I shifted away from him then vaulted from the bed.

  “Kamari, what are you doing?”

  As I spared him a quick glance, I paused. His body was carved with muscles I would have never expected beneath the clothes of a man that was so gangly when we were growing up. My gaze feasted on his broad shoulders, tight abs and his thick cock in repose, but still semi-hard. He was gorgeous and still nude as he sat up and frowned at me.

  Looking away, I searched around the bed. I turned one direction then the other trying to recall where my clothes were. The chair in the sitting room. Thankful I remembered, I rushed in that direction.

  “Kamari!”

  “Travis. Oh, God. This was a mistake.” I grabbed my panties then stepped into them.

  “What are you talking about?” He flicked on the sitting room light from where he stood in the wide doorway leading to the bedroom.

  I dragged the lacy material up my legs. “I shouldn’t be here.”

  “How did you get in here anyway?” He cr
ossed his arms over his chest.

  Like a magnet, my gaze was pulled to him. I stifled a moan. “Please put some clothes on. Who stands around naked?”

  “People who just had sex.” Shaking his head, he went back into the room.

  Picking up my skirt, I ignored his words and put it on.

  “Better?” He was wearing jeans now.

  My body ached with the memory of what was hidden behind the clothes. Not to mention my sex was tender from the loving he’d given me. Who would have ever suspected Travis was a sexual master? I shrugged, not wanting to incite thoughts about his body. That would only lead me back down into the ravine of ecstasy out of which I’d just climbed.

  “Now, how is it that you got into my room? And what are you going on about it being a mistake?” He folded those sinewy arms over his chiseled chest.

  I waved my hand, trying to show him I didn’t want to talk to him about this. I just wanted to forget it and get out. “The damn receptionist gave me the wrong key. The wrong key!” What are the chances?

  Reaching into the back pocket of my skirt, I removed the key, his room key, and tossed it onto the little coffee table.

  His gaze locked on the plastic card. “The wrong key?”

  Shit, he would pick up on that instead of the fact this was a mistake. Why wasn’t Travis ranting and raving about me and him having sex? Wasn’t that the bigger issue he should be concerned with?

  My shirt was over my face as I confirmed my statement. “Yes. She was supposed to give me Patrick’s key. I even pointed him out while you guys were standing outside the ballroom. How could she get this wrong?”

  Finally into my shirt, I lowered the hem down my torso and froze as I took in the angry male before me. His arms were now lowered and his hands were balled at his side. Quickly, I ran all my words through my head, trying to pick out which combination had pissed him off. I’d never seen Travis mad, however, that was exactly what the tight features of his face depicted.

  Keeping an eye on him, I squatted and scooped my sandals up. I could put them on later. I rose slowly. “I really should be going.”

  “Don’t move.”

  Oh, shit. I didn’t fear Travis would physically hurt me, but I was petrified that my spontaneous actions had opened up a can of worms I couldn’t seal back. I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “I don’t think any more talking is necessary.”

  “At this moment, Kamari, I don’t care what you think we need to do.”

  Now, I was angry. I took a step toward him. “Look. I’m not going to stand here and—”

  “And what? I’m really anxious to hear what you’re not going to do. Right after you’re finished telling me how you could let me fuck you in place of another man.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Like a fish out of water I was grasping for air, words…anything that could erase the last hour. No matter how my body was tingling in denial.

  “This isn’t my fault.”

  One of his eyebrows arched so high it disappeared beneath his sex tussled locks as they now fell over his forehead. “Try again.”

  “I tried to stop it.”

  A bark of laughter broke from his lips. “Really? At what point, love. When you had my cock in your mouth or when you were clawing up my back begging me not to stop?”

  Restless and agitated, I rubbed a hand over my head and felt the wildness of my own hair. Whatever style it held when I entered the room had to be thoroughly demolished now.

  “Well?”

  “Give me a second.” I didn’t need a second I needed a friggin’ time machine.

  “How about I make this easy for you? One simple question. Were you wishing it was Patrick inside you?”

  Yes, I wanted to shout, hoping it would end this moment and conversation. I glanced away from those intense blue eyes. Those eyes that already knew too much about me.

  I couldn’t push that one word past my lips. The lie. I had entered the room with seducing Patrick on my mind. I had plotted and planned for the night. However, in the back of my mind I had known it wasn’t the Casanova. Way before Travis had called out my name. I couldn’t pinpoint if it was his gentle touch, his caress, his kindness…everything about Travis was extremely different from the other man. Even in the darkness I had known, however, still pressed on. Why?

  “It doesn’t matter.” Turning, I headed for the door. I needed to get away.

  “What are you afraid of, Kamari?”

  Halting in my tracks, I faced him again and aimed a finger at him. “Nothing,” I bit out. “Especially not someone who’s always underfoot and hanging around. Some smartass geek.”

  “Now you want to throw names around?” He tossed his hands up. “You’re unbelievable.”

  “Then leave me alone.”

  “Oh, love…I’ve tried more than once. Even went to a college in the next state to keep away from you when I’d worked hard to get into the college I discovered you were aiming for.”

  What? Travis had changed colleges? This was news to me. I thought Travis attended the same college Ronnie went to because my brother was his best friend.

  Unaware of the confusion in my mind, he continued, “For two years I managed to stay away from you. Then Ronnie called and said you were struggling, needed help and I came. Do you know how hard that week was for me?”

  That spring break, he and I had the whole campus to ourselves. We studied on blankets spread out over the lawn, the library, some of the local restaurants and any place we wanted. More importantly we talked and laughed and shared dreams in that week.

  “You didn’t have to come. I never asked you to.”

  “But you didn’t turn me away.”

  Because I needed him. “I struggled, but I would have figured it out. Gotten more tutors.”

  “You’re smart. You would have figured it out when you weren’t stressing over it or putting yourself down. Tell me. How many of the men you’ve dated or even Mr. Ballroom Sleaze knows about you?”

  I backed away. “My private business is no one’s concern.” My throat was getting tight and it pissed me off more. Fighting the rising emotions I attacked. “You think I need a reminder of my shortcomings. You think I need you.”

  “Only shortcoming you have is your thick head.” He matched my steps, moving toward me as I headed for the escape. “I bet Patrick has never looked beyond your hot body, that beautiful sienna brown skin, or those full lips that make a man hard just thinking about them.”

  I licked my lips, then pulled the bottom one in.

  “Tell me, Kamari. Do you think he’s ever taken a moment to learn that in spite of your dyslexia you graduated from high school and college with honors? Do they know you are the top ranking consumer product analyst on the east coast? Or that every Saturday you spend time with special needs kids? Do you think that would have won you points in his bed?”

  No. I doubted Patrick knew anything about me, because I showed him the same thing I showed the world, what they wanted to see—a pretty, wild and flirtatious black woman. Even at work I allowed most to believe I used my charms to sway the clients and the executives to gain my status. Anything that kept people from looking too close or knowing how much work I carried home every night to stay two steps ahead.

  Only my family knew…and Travis.

  “Patrick sees what I want him to see and because of that he treats me like Serita and every other girl. That’s what I want. So, forget what happened and leave me alone.” I hurried toward the hotel door and reached out for the handle.

  In a blink, I found myself pressed against the inside of the room door. Travis was pressed along my back, his body trapping me, keeping me in place. I could feel not only the impression of his hard cock against my ass, but his heartbeat as well. Pounding in time with mine. That scared me. Travis and I couldn’t really be connected heart and soul. Not someone who knew me, my flaws.

  He pressed his lips to my ear. “What did you think, Kamari, that I would
let you just walk away,” he demanded in a hoarse, rough voice as he slid his hand around the front of my body, up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt. “Pretend in a few hours while we sat across from each other at breakfast, that you hadn’t used me as a replacement for someone else.” His fingers were inside my panties now, stroking my sex.

  I tried to think, formulate every reason in my mind why I should tell him to stop, to leave me alone. He isn’t Patrick, my mind called out, fooled by my veneer.

  Three of Travis’s thick fingers pressed inside of me deep, thrusting in and out. Forcing me to take them, receive my pleasure.

  He isn’t Patrick. He’s Travis, my heart screamed.

  My body started shaking, winding tighter as a climax built inside dragging me rapidly toward the cliff of ecstasy.

  “Ahh…” I whimpered, rocking my hips against his hand, needy, as if I hadn’t just come so hard my heart had stopped a little while ago.

  “Tell me, love, who am I? Who do you want fondling you…bringing you pleasure?” His fingers slipped out and circled my clit, causing me to undulate, chase his touch.

  “Please…” I begged.

  “Who?” The one word was sharp, demanding.

  I knew what he wanted, his name on my lips. I wanted to hold back, protect myself. Somehow I understood that if I said his name, allowed my lips to confess, I would be forever changed—unable to go back. Back to the façade I hid behind. He would make me accept myself…and his love.

  The orgasm was so close. I thirsted for it like desert sands did rain.

  His fingers pressed firm onto my clit. “Who?” The sound and texture of his voice shifted, pleading. As if his soul was in that word.

  Inside I was aching, knowing that I held the power to destroy a strong man with one word; one name.

  “Travis!” His name broke from my lips on a loud crying; a plea. I realized at that moment that I needed him.

  “Oh…love…”

  Shoving my skirt up and my panties down, he was inside of me and causing my next breath to catch on a wail of pleasure as I came. “Travis…”

  “Keep saying my name, Kamari…” He pumped in and out of my wet sheath and rained kisses on the curve of my neck. “I want to hear it until you come again.”