Brynna (Stone Society) - Faith Gibson Page 0,26
thinking they had something to do with Brynna finally telling Travis he was her mate.
“I get it,” Brynna told Uri. “You didn’t really want to go shopping with me. You just wanted to get me alone so you could talk to me.”
Uri sucked in a breath, placing a palm over his chest. “I absolutely did want to go shopping. But I wasn’t the only one having a chat.” He pointed to Banyan who scowled at his mate.
“You’re not supposed to tell our secrets,” Banyan chastised, but they were grinning at one another.
After they ate, Travis got busy working on the new house plans, and Brynna moved Travis’s things into her – their – bedroom. After that, she went from room to room and wrote down all the things she wanted to change. The list was extensive, but she had the money to make it into a cute, yet modern boutique hotel. She had been ready to remodel the manor and live there, but now that Travis had made his wishes known, she loved the idea of building a house closer to Banyan and Uri. In between rounds of lovemaking the night before, they talked more about having kids. Travis assured her she’d make a good mother and promised he’d be there with her every step of the way, showing their offspring nothing but unconditional love.
As she walked through her childhood home, Brynna paused at the door to the room where she’d spent all her time with her tutors. It was one she usually avoided because it reminded her of how much she’d missed out on. It amazed her that it still looked exactly as it had all those years ago. What also amazed her was the shape her house was in. Who knew a building could last so long? Either it had been well built, or her father had spent lots of money upgrading and maintaining it. In that moment, it dawned on her she should be paying for utilities and such.
Brynna went in search of her brother. Not finding him in the kitchen or living room, she stuck her head in the small office where Travis was working. “Hey, Babe. Have you seen Banyan?”
Travis looked up from his computer, his eyes lighting up the way they did every time she walked into a room. “Yeah. He and Uri went to the armory. Is everything okay?” Travis stretched his arms over his head, and Brynna stared at the patch of skin showing when his shirt rode up. “Bryn?”
“Oops, sorry. Just admiring the view.” She flopped down in the chair opposite the desk. “I just realized I should be paying bills around here. It’s not that I don’t know how to do those things because I lived on my own a long time. It didn’t dawn on me to ask how the utilities were being paid. I’m sure B has it set up, but I don’t like the thought of him taking care of everything.”
“I would think with him being out of the country part of the time he has it set up on autopay. You know he’s going to argue that you should let him continue paying since he and Uri are staying here.”
“He will, but at some point, I need to take over.” Brynna bit her bottom lip, studying her mate. “Can you take a break?”
“Sure. Was there something you needed?” Travis tapped a few keys on the computer, then stood and came around the desk, stopping in front of Brynna. She slid her hand under his shirt, scraping her nails down his stomach. The muscles contracted, and Travis sucked in a breath.
“Yes. I need you.” Now that she’d gotten a taste of her mate, she couldn’t get enough of him. Brynna dropped to her knees and released the button on his shorts.
“Wait.” Travis grabbed her hand before she could lower the zipper. He walked over to the door, closed and locked it, then returned to where he’d been standing. “Now I’m ready.”
Brynna grinned up at him. “Not into exhibitionism?”
“Not really, no.” Brynna unzipped his shorts and pulled them down his thighs. Travis leaned back against the desk and spread his legs. His cock was hard and leaking, and she licked the slit, humming at how good he tasted. She took him in hand before wrapping her lips around his veiny length and bobbed up and down. She hadn’t given many blowjobs in her life, but she found she enjoyed it more with Travis. Probably because he was her