A Beautiful Funeral (The Maddox Brothers #5) - Jamie McGuire Page 0,39
movements, and Travis complied, letting me set the pace. His russet irises pored over me, relishing the moment. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned. As soon as the noise escaped his lips, we froze, waiting to hear a pause in the light snoring on the floor below.
I covered my mouth, trying not to giggle.
Travis smiled for a moment, and then his gaze fell to the place where our bodies met. He rolled his hips again, arching his back to bury himself deeper inside me. I had to concentrate to hold back, both hoping he would hurry and dreading the end.
“My God,” he whispered. “It blows my mind every fucking time how good you feel.”
I anchored my knees on each side of him, lifting up so I could feel him against me as I slid down around him again.
Travis paused, his eyes moving around the room. I started to speak, to ask him what was wrong, but he held his finger to his mouth.
We heard raised voices downstairs, and Travis closed his eyes, disappointed and regretting his next request. He patted me gently on the thigh, and I climbed off him, watching as he hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of red basketball shorts. He put on a navy blue baseball hat and swung it around backward, hiding the mess I’d made of his hair while he was between my thighs.
“I’ll be back,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. His lips still tasted like me.
The muscles of his chest rippled as he moved, rushing to get downstairs to find out what was going on. He closed the door behind him, and I fell back against my pillow, frustrated. As Travis made his way downstairs, the snoring of the twins picked up, echoing one another. Travis’s voice joined the symphony of deep tones, and then I heard him yell.
I jumped up, glancing out the window to check for any signs of danger before wrapping myself in my robe and rushing downstairs. Travis was standing in the center of the living room, toe-to-toe with Trenton. Shepley was standing between them, his hands flat against their chests.
“What the hell?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.
Travis immediately relaxed and took a step back, letting Shepley stand between him and his brother.
Trenton watched me for a moment and then frowned, looking up at his bigger little brother. “I’ll be right back.”
Travis pointed at the floor. “I said no one leaves the house. That means no one, Trenton, Goddamn it! You shouldn’t have let her leave in the first place.”
“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Trenton snapped.
Travis tried to stay calm. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“What have I done?” Trenton said, taking a step toward Travis. “You seem to know more than the rest of us. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
Travis sighed, frustrated. He wasn’t allowed to say anything until Liis called the next day. “You stay here. One of the agents will pick her up from work.”
“I’m not sending a stranger to pick up my wife,” Trenton spat. “You wouldn’t, either.”
“Trent, you can’t go out there.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t,” Travis said.
America padded down the stairs, flinching from the dim lighting offered from the lamps in the living room. She hooked her arm around mine, waiting to hear more in hopes of understanding what was going on. The brothers hadn’t argued in years, certainly not like this. It was unsettling, and I could see they were both upset about being on opposite sides of a disagreement.
“I’m going,” Trenton said.
Travis went to grab his arm, but Shepley stopped him. He communicated with his eyes what we all knew. If Travis attempted to physically stop Trenton from leaving to pick up Camille, there would be a brawl in the living room.
“Trent,” Shepley said, following him down the hall. America followed him.
Travis was breathing hard through his nose and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to release the negative energy. It reminded me of the way he behaved just before a fight.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, touching his shoulder. “He doesn’t understand you’re just trying to keep him safe.”
Travis was glaring at the hallway, listening to Shepley try to persuade him to stay. “If he’d just trust me for once. Stubborn motherfucker.”
“He trusts you,” I said. “He’s thinking about Camille.”
Travis’s shoulders relaxed, and he reached back to touch my belly. “We have to think about everyone.”