Eye of the Beholder

she liked it. She was warm and cozy, and best of all, no alarm clock was going off. Must be Sunday. I love Sundays. She yawned, opening her eyes.

She frowned. She didn’t recognize the room she was in at first, but then memory came back in a horrifying rush. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, trying to take in everything that had happened last night.

“Morning.”

She stifled a shriek. “Good morning, Travis.”

“You forgot I was here, didn’t you?”

She peeked from between her fingers. “I knew.”

“Uh-huh.”

She sniffed. “Is Logan making breakfast?”

“Nice subject change, and yes, I think he is.”

She stuck her tongue out.

He laughed, pulling her into his arms. “Can I have a good morning kiss?”

“Ew.”

One dark blond brow rose in disbelief. “Ew. I ask for a kiss and get an ew?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Morning breath.”

“Your breath smells f…hell, woman, what crawled into your mouth and died?” He laughed as she began beating him with a pillow. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Hah. Big bad warrior dude felled by tiny female with a pillow. Take that, sexism!”

“Don’t forget the hideous breath weapon you wield.” Travis laughed again and hid behind his arms when she raised the pillow, snarling at him.

“That’s better.” She lowered the pillow, settling back against his thighs. His erection throbbed between her thighs.

Wait. When did I crawl into his lap? She looked down at him, startled. Her legs were curled up on either side of his hips. She raised and lowered herself carefully, her movements becoming bouncier as she realized there was no pain. She scrambled for the edge of the nightgown, pulling it up to reveal a perfectly smooth stomach. She touched, unable to believe her eyes. “The scars are gone.” She looked down at him, knowing she was grinning like a loon. “My scars are gone!”

He nodded, his smile growing as his hand joined hers on her stomach. His touch was warm and soothing.

“Did you do this?”

He shook his head. “That’s one of Logan’s powers.”

“How pissed do you think Jordan’s going to be when I offer myself up as his love slave?”

She was on her back so fast her head was spinning. “Care to repeat that?” Travis lowered his body against hers, his hips pinning hers to the bed.

“Breath of death, remember?” She grinned weakly. She blew at him, laughing reluctantly when he gagged and fell off her, curling up on his side. His hand was at his throat as he gasped for air.

She got out of bed with a sniff.

“Aw, c’mon. Come back to bed? Please? Just keep your face away from mine and everything will be fine.”

She slammed the bathroom door shut, ignoring his renewed laughter.

He came in just as she finished brushing her teeth. “Are you done yet?”

She turned off the water. “Mostly. I still need to brush my hair, wash my face, put on my makeup, what are you doing?” She watched as, naked, he bent over the tub.

“You ask me that a lot. Have you noticed that?”

Dear God, he had the most incredible ass. He turned on the water before turning to the toilet. “I gather you want a shower?”

He lifted the seat. “Yeah, don’t you? Where are you going?”

She ignored the sounds of him relieving himself and left the bathroom. She’d just go ahead and get dressed while he did his, um, morning stuff.

She pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it on the bed. She leaned down and pulled her panties off, adding them to the growing pile of dirty laundry. She’d need to get to that sooner rather than later. Relying on the men to take care of things was getting old, even if Kir was a fairly decent housekeeper.

She missed her apartment, more than she’d thought she would. The freedom to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted was something she’d cherished after living with her overbearing father. But she had the feeling that freedom was a long way off for her now. Until Grimm was stopped permanently none of the men were going to be willing to let her out of their sight.

“Damn.”

Especially Travis . She didn’t turn around. Even though he’d seen her naked breasts in the mirror last night she hadn’t been aware of it until after the fact. Add in that this time she was not only completely naked but bent over and he had to be getting an eyeful. Turning around now felt tantamount to giving him permission. “I thought you were going to take a shower?” Because I planned to have clothing on the next time I saw you.

“Huh?”

She looked over her shoulder to find his gaze glued to her ass. She slapped her hands over the globes, horrified. “Travis. I thought you were a gentleman. ”

He sighed happily and walked forward, his arms reaching for her. “Someone lied to you, then.”

She squeaked and dove for the bed, determined to preserve what was left of her dignity.

She didn’t make it. She found herself over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Shower time.”

He stroked her side with his cheek, the gesture loving and sweet. His beard tickled her side, making her want to squirm. “I didn’t say I wanted a shower, and I especially didn’t say I wanted a shower with you.”

He put her directly under the spray, grinning when she sputtered. “You’ll feel a great deal better once you’re clean.” He picked up a bottle of shampoo, pouring some directly onto her head. “Ready?”

One of her hands flew to her breasts, the other to her pussy, covering them from his heated gaze. “For what?”

He began washing her hair, his left hand massaging her scalp. His right arm was around her waist, pulling her in tight to his body and out of the spray. If he’d had a right hand she bet it would be stroking her butt.

“I can wash my own hair.” She could hear the huskiness in her voice and knew he could too. It might have had something to do with the heated iron bar digging into the back of her arm. She risked a quick peek down to find the head of his penis practically against her belly button. She lifted her head quickly to find a satisfied male smirk on his face.

“I know.” He dipped her back, rinsing the soap from her hair. When it was gone he leaned in for a nipping kiss to her neck before standing her back up. “Now for the rest of you.”

He soaped up a washcloth, running it over her body with intense focus. He didn’t miss a single square inch of her skin. She struggled a bit when he began washing her pussy, but the attempt was half-hearted at best. After all, this had to be a dream. Naked and wet in the shower with Travis, watching his hard, wet cock bounce around and knowing that all she had to do was reach out and touch it?

Oh yeah. She’d dreamt this before. It usually had a really good ending too.

But, just to make sure… She reached around and pinched her ass, jumping when it hurt.

“Hold still, sweetheart.”

Okay. Not a dream. She pulled back some more, ignoring the throbbing protest in her clit. “Travis?”

“Hmm?”

The heat in his gaze nearly scorched her skin. She threw up her hands, holding him off, trying to shake the sensual spell he seemed to have cast over her. Unfortunately that put her, sputtering, right under the spray.

His lips curled slowly, amusement replacing the sexual awareness. “I swear you’re a disaster waiting to happen.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from under the water. “Talk, then sex?”

“Breakfast!” she practically shouted in his face. What the fuck am I doing? I’m turning down actual, real-life sex with Travis. From the feel of things it was gonna beat