Billionaire Undone(10)

“He will. But I’m not letting him drive it,” Travis replied wickedly, flashing Henry an evil grin. He knew Kade would be salivating over the Hennessey, but Kade had his own damn toys. The garage was full of expensive race cars and motorcycles. Maybe in a few months, Travis would break down and let Kade give it a try, but not on the track, and not at reckless speeds. Kade was an expert at handling bikes, but he wasn’t as good with cars. The last thing Travis wanted was to see was Kade injured again. It had nearly killed him when his brother had had the accident that ended his pro football career. He couldn’t watch his twin suffer like that again. It had taken Kade two years of rehab to even be functional and be able to walk without relying on crutches. Kade deserved every bit of happiness he was now experiencing with his wife, Asha, who was pregnant and expecting their first child.

Although Travis couldn’t even begin to understand having that type of relationship with a woman, the same loving relationship his sister Mia had with her husband Max, he was good with it because his siblings were happy.

“He’ll be mad,” Henry warned.

Travis waved as he got into his F12. “He’ll have to get over it,” he replied gruffly, closing the door of the Ferrari and strapping himself in. He watched as Henry got into the Hennessey and entered the track, taking it easy with the expensive vehicle as he rounded the first lap.

I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to do it.

Travis wanted nothing more than to hightail it over to Sully’s Oasis and see if Ally was okay. Yeah, she’d been okay for a few years now, but that had been before he knew that she worked there as a bartender, without a decent man in her life to watch out for her. Now, all he could think about was other men salivating over her as the drinks she served got them more and more drunk. Intoxicated guys were dangerous. Ally was dangerous to intoxicated men. Fuck! He wished his damn cock would just explode into tiny little pieces and put him out of his misery. He put his hand over the denim-clad bulge, wondering if it just might.

Night after night, all he could think about for the last four years was Ally going home to some other asshole, letting him touch her, fuck her until she screamed. Apparently, that hadn’t happened. The bastard hadn’t even appreciated what he had with Ally, while Travis would have given his right nut to have her in his bed. She’d never talked much about her fiancé, and now he knew why. Too damn tired from working two jobs, she probably did nothing but focus on work. God knew that she was a hard worker. He’d put her through the wringer over the years, and she’d never complained about her workload, never stopped the string of sassy remarks coming out of that sexy mouth of hers. Now, he regretted being so hard on her, but it had been his way of creating some kind of distance between the two of them.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, reliving the incident this morning, the mouthwatering fragrance he’d inhaled into his lungs when he’d gotten close to her. All he’d wanted was to freeze that moment, absorb the light, flowery, intoxicating scent of her skin until it filled every cell in his body. He wanted her just that damn desperately. Maybe Ally was a tough woman, but he’d seen the flash of vulnerability in her eyes hidden beneath her sarcastic comments this morning. And he hadn’t liked it. How could she not know that she was probably every man’s wet dream? He knew for a fact she was his only wet dream, had known it for the last four years and thirty-two days. That’s how long he’d been beating off while fantasizing about Ally. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from getting close to her after she’d let down her guard, letting her know how damn beautiful she was earlier today. Ally was a fighter, and he hated seeing that hurt look in her beautiful green eyes, unhidden by those sexy, naughty librarian glasses she wore every day that drove him half crazy. The glasses fueled his fantasy of stripping Ally of every prim and proper notion from her brain and making her come until she became a wanton woman, needing nothing except him. Was it the glasses she usually donned for most of the day that had kept him from noticing the dark circles under her eyes, and how tired she looked? Or maybe it was just the fact that his dick was hard every moment that she was in the same room with him, and he’d been too damn defensive to notice. Grudgingly, he admitted that fighting with her kept her at a distance, which he desperately needed. But even that wasn’t really working anymore.

He’d barely contained himself from pummeling Jason Sutherland today, just because the guy smiled at Ally. Sutherland was supposedly an irresistible lure to women because of his golden good looks and money, and Travis didn’t want the man—any man under the age of eighty—near Ally ever again. She’d just gotten rid of a loser. Not that Sutherland was a loser, and Travis had actually ended up liking the guy. But he didn’t like Jason when he was touching Ally, and he hadn’t liked her touching Sutherland either. The smile she had given Jason this morning had slammed him right in the gut, making him wonder why he’d never seen that relaxed, happy look directed at him.