Savage Mates

Chapter Twelve Best View in the House

"You okay sweets? Travis asked, swaying us back and forth.

"Fine, I'm fine." I muttered, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. How was I supposed to answer that?! had just had the most mind blowing orgasm and I couldn't help but be embarrassed that they would think less of me. That they wouldn't want me anymore. Travis loosened his hold on me to turn me around so that I was facing him.

"Tillie?" He asked and I could see the worry in his eyes. I looked down and he pulled me closer. I could hear the band coming onto the stage, the steady rising in the crowd around us. They were ready to see Ryan and his band perform.

"I'm fine." I repeated, looking away from the man who had helped guide me to come on his friend's leg.

"Fine isn't okay," he said, hooking a finger under my chin. Travis guided my face so that he could look into my eyes. "If we did something, then you need to tell me."

I nodded, wringing my hands together in front of me. His jewel like eyes darted down to my lips before he looked at my hands and back up to my face. The band started to play behind us and I heard both women and men scream as people moved closer to the stage.

"You didn't do anything wrong." I finally said. My cheeks felt hot and my heart raced, was I about to have a panic attack and scare both of them away. "Neither of you did."

"Okay." Travis said, his eyebrow cocking up as he waited for me to say more.

"It's just, I've never done anything like that before with two people and-" I blurted out.

"Innocent." He purred, stopping me mid ramble. I tilted my head to the side, wondering why he would call me innocent. I wasn't innocent. His hands moved up my back so that his long fingers were touching my bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure down to my core. I didn't understand how such an innocent touch could set my body on fire.

I shook my head, looking up at him. "I'm not innocent. I've been with men before, I've just."

"Never come in public. Where anyone could watch you?" He asked, his lips playing into a slow smile.

"Yeah, that.' I said, feeling that blush spread down from my cheeks to my neck.

"Fuck, sweets." Travis said, leaning closer to me. His lips brushed against mine in a tender kiss that made me swoon. I unclasped my hands and brought them up to his chest, tracing my fingers along the muscled lines of his body. He shivered at my touch before grabbing my hand with his. He leaned back and I chased his lips with my own. I wasn't ready to break the kiss that we were sharing.

⚫ I wanted more, so much more. My body still pulsed with hints of pleasure from earlier and I wanted him. I wanted

Ryan to join us but I knew that he could see us from the stage. That he was watching us from up on the stage. I pulled away from Travis and his lips twitched into a smile before he brought his hand up to drag i through his hair.

"So sweet." He said before turning me around so that I was facing the stage. His hands moved to my hips and I felt his erection settle between my ass cheeks. I rolled my hips and he growled a low dangerous sound right into my ear, "You're playing a dangerous game, sweet cherry girl."

My eyes widened as I looked up at Ryan. His eyes were glued to the two of us. It made me feel bolder, I wanted him just as turned on as I was. There was something sexy knowing he was watching me, but no able to touch me.

"What game is that?" I asked, bringing my hands over Travis so that I could drag them up my body. The hem of my dress rode up my thighs, dangerously close to exposing me to anyone who happened to look too close at us.

"With me, with Ryan. I bet he wishes he were here with us right now so you could kiss him like you did me. So he could feel the way your ass feels pressed up against me right now." His voice was gravely with arousal and I rolled my hips again, bringing his hands up to my breasts. I moaned as he massaged my breasts. His touch was gentle, but I didn't want him to be gentle with me. I wanted rough, I needed no holding back, for him to fuck me until I was begging type of rough sex.

"Come here," Travis ordered, before letting his hands fall from my breasts. "I want to show you something."

Chapter Twelve. Best View in the House

"What are you going to show me?" I asked, as he took my hand into his. Leading me off of the dance floor and past the bar, I had to almost run to keep up with him.

"To give you the best view in the house." He said, leading me up a metal staircase. Travis pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door before showing me inside.

The office walls were painted a deep red, his massive desk was centered in the middle of the room. Giving him the perfect view of the club through the large window in front of it. I walked over to the window, looking down at the stage. Ryan's eyes were on mine and I wondered if he could see us.

Travis clicked the lock on his office door and I looked over at him, his green eyes had grown darker. He strolled over to me and I swallowed hard at the look in his eyes. I had never had anyone look at me like that before. Like he was a starving man and I was a juicy steak. "What do you think of the view?"