Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,14
his center over and over. My womb. Micah had barely ever given a thought to that still developing body part. He just vaguely sensed it was hidden somewhere there, lying dormant. But Travis’s amazing cock had reached so deep it had roused the pouch of flesh. Micah had come over and over in a chain of devastating orgasms, exploding from the very center of his body. How would it feel to have a cock this large shoved all the way in there? It seemed almost like Micah’s belly had bulged with fullness when they’d fucked. And when the knot had swelled, impossibly thick and round, Micah had been in heaven. A magical fucking cock. On some level, Micah knew it was just the heat hormones, but he was so in love with that cock.
He wanted to touch it, burrow under the sheets, and rub his face against it. He’d lick and suck and kiss it, and he’d hug it to his heart.
“Morning,” Travis’s voice rumbled sleepily, and Micah snapped out of his silly fantasy.
“Morning.”
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Not so tired anymore.”
“You want coffee?”
“Hell, yeah. I love coffee.”
“C’mon. We don’t know how much time we have. Go shower if you want, and I’ll make breakfast.”
On impulse, Micah leaned closer and pressed a quick kiss on Travis’s cheek. The dimple appeared, so Micah smiled back, then rushed to the bathroom.
Clean and refreshed, he found Travis in the kitchen, stirring eggs.
“I can finish it. You can take your turn in the bathroom.”
“It’s fine. I already used the guest bathroom here downstairs. Sit down and have coffee. Milk?”
“Yes, please!”
The eggs were perfect, fluffy and buttery, and Micah scarfed them down with three pieces of toast, feeling like a caveman but too hungry to control himself.
He looked around the spacious kitchen as he chewed, appraising the spotless appliances, marble counters, and warm hardwood flooring. The whole chalet was luxurious yet cozy. And too large for one man.
“You live here?”
“No. I only come here for the summers and sometimes for weekends. I live in Dalton City.”
Micah’s eyes paused on the fridge door. Photos of small boys of various ages and children’s drawings adorned the stainless steel—the only clutter in the sleek kitchen. Micah didn’t notice any toys or furniture that would suggest children stayed in the chalet.
“Do you have kids?” he blurted, then bit his lip. Was he prying too much? On the other hand, he’d let Travis inside his body. He should know at least something about him.
“No,” Travis replied with a sad smile. He gestured to the fridge. “Those are from my nephews. Little goblins. They’re troublemakers, all of them.” But the soft expression on Travis’s face said he loved them.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
And he was still single. Was that unusual? Micah took another bite of buttered toast and forked up the last of his eggs. Maybe Travis had been married before, but it didn’t work out? Maybe his husband had died? Like Peter’s first mate…or like Dad. Did it matter who Travis was? Was it good for Micah to get to know him? Or was it dangerous?
Feeling full, Micah pushed the empty plate away. His nerves might have stopped him from eating too much, but he’d been ravenous. Travis was still eating his second piece of toast when Micah was already done.
“I can make more, you know.” When Travis raised one eyebrow, dark, thick, and perfectly arched, the effect was almost comical. Micah liked Travis’s face with its pronounced features, a little weather-beaten but still youthful, radiating energy.
“No. I think my stomach would explode. But it was really good, thank you.”
“It’s just eggs.”
“Great eggs.”
Shrugging, Travis picked up the silverware from the table and placed it neatly on one plate. In his large hands, the forks looked like children’s toys. “Should be good for you during your heat. Loads of fat and protein.”
Wanting to repay the kindness he’d received, Micah stood and began cleaning up the kitchen counter.
“You don’t have to…”
“Please, let me help. I can’t do much, but let me do the little I can.”
“Okay.” Travis’s smile was tender, and Micah flushed for no apparent reason.
He stacked the cups and plates into the dishwasher and rinsed the pan while Travis finished his coffee. He was just putting the milk back into the fridge and…ouch. A twinge in his lower back. Just a flash of a cramp. He closed the fridge and paused by the counter. Was it another heat wave already? How many hours had it been? No, he was just sore.
Travis was