"Hmmmm?"

"I want you to come away with me."

I open my eyes and roll, staring over at him. "Come away with you?"

"I am going to Vegas next weekend for a show, I will be gone two nights, and I want you to come."

"To Vegas?"

"Yes, bring Reagan."

"Travis, we can't afford a trip like that, I'm sorry..."

"I will pay, don't say no, please?"

"I can't let you pay."

"I can be very persistent." He says, his eyes full of warning.

"Can I think about it?"

"No."

"No?"

"Just say yes, please? The band will be there; it will be a whole new experience."

I think about it for a moment; it would be fun, and Reagan would murder me if I said no.

"What about Chief?"

"Say you are staying at Reagan's that weekend, he won't question it."

"Alight Travis, because Reagan will kill me if I say no and I owe her."

He grins and rolls, so he is looking down at me. "Atta girl."

I laugh and press a kiss to his lips. "You will be the death of me rockstar."

I wake up with a body covering mine, a hard, hot body. Pleasure is shooting through me as I feel a hard length sliding in and out of me so slowly. Oh God, what a way to wake up. I always dreamed of waking like this...

"Trav..." I croak.

He doesn't say anything; he just leans down and pulls me into a deep, heavy kiss. He tastes phenomenal, his mouth is hot; his lips wet. His body is slick with a light sweat, and he is moving with such perfection it drives me to heights I never knew. I grip his shoulders, thrusting my hips up and whimpering his name. I come quickly, clenching around him. His silent release follows close behind mine and his body trembles. I love to feel him release, love knowing that it is all for me.

"What a way to wake up." I whisper.

"I couldn't help myself; you rolled over and ran your hands over me in your sleep..."

"Hmmmm." I moan as he kisses my neck.

"I got some work to do beautiful."

I can't see him, but I pout. "It's like four am."

"I know, but I have a huge contract and need to sort it."

I huff.

"Sleep baby and I will wake you in a few hours."

"It better be like that again."

He chuckles softly. "I will endeavour to try."

He tucks the blanket back over me, and I hear him leave, I fall back into a light and restless sleep. I wake on my own, when the sun beams through the window. I sit up and stretch, my body is beautifully sore. I glance around, then spot one of Travis's t-shirts and pull it on. I plod into the bathroom and stare at my just fucked hair. I brush it out, then brush my teeth. When I am a little more refreshed, I walk out to find Trav.

I find him in his home office, on the phone to someone. He is facing the window, staring out and wearing only a pair of black jeans. My lord. Travis has the backside of a cowboy, one of those rounded, small and firm asses that look terrific in jeans. His back is smooth, hairless and sculpted. His hair is messy and just has that gorgeous dirty blonde color. I walk over slowly and put my hands on his back. He jumps a little, then turns and grins down at me.

"Yeah Marcus, sort it all out. What time does the flight leave?"

Silence and a soft kiss from Travis.

"We will be there."

He hangs up the phone, and his grin is lazy and content.

"Well good morning sunshine, you look well ravished this morning."

"I didn't get woken up..." I pout and he laughs.

"I can make that up to you, how does the shower sound?"

I stroke my hands down his chest. "Perfect."

When the shower is over and boy what a shower it was, we head into the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

My stomach grumbles. "I am starving."

"Want me to make you my famous egg toast?"

I smile. "Like you used to?"

He grins, and I know he is remembering, just like I am.

"Mischief, check it out."

I am sulking because he went on a date last night. I don't want to talk with him. I am fifteen, and he is my everything. I hate the girl he went out with, Annabelle. Can't stand that girl.

"Aw, stop sulking."

"Did you kiss her Travis?"

He frowns. "It doesn't matter, come on Mischief..."

"I want to know!" I cry, folding my arms across my chest.

"Yes, but it meant nothing."

I feel my eyes well with tears. He sighs and walks over, swiping it away.

"Can't have you Mischief, you know that. I have to move on..."

"I don't want you to."

"Chief would kill me, I can't have you. Please don't hate me?"

I look into his grey eyes; I don't want to hate him.

"Come on, I made this for you..."

I look down at the plate, and my heart does flip flops, written on my egg toast is 'Forgive me?' I smile, I can't help it. He knew before I asked that he would want my forgiveness. I look up at him and smile.

"I will always forgive you Trav."

He leans in and kisses my head.

"We had some fun didn't we?" Trav says, snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah, we really did."

"So, what little note can I put on your egg toast today?"

"Suck my..."

He cuts me off with a kiss. "Careful baby, I might just hold you to those words."

I grin. "Get in the kitchen and make me some breakfast."

He slaps his hand over his heart. "Wounded!"

"Go on, before I whip you with a tea towel and you know I am the tea towel queen."

"Oh yeah?" He grins, grasping a tea towel off the sink and spinning it around.

I stand and giggle, gripping another one, and I whip it at his leg. It makes a loud crack.

"Oh hell no, you are going to pay for that."

He runs after me, and I squeal as I bolt down the hall way. I side step into his room at the last minute, and he skids to a halt. When he enters the room, I whip him once more.

"If I catch you Mischief, you are in trouble." He grins.

I whip out again, just missing him, but he manages to grip the tea towel and yank it free from my hand. I scream, throwing my hands up.

"I surrender."

"Oh no, surrender is not an option."

I drop to my knees. "Please rockstar, I will do anything."

He drops to his knees too, and begins crawling towards me.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

He gets to me and presses his lips to mine.

"I want to play."

"Oh?"

"Romeo..."

I flush. "Oh hell no Travis."

"Come on, I need this scene. We loved this movie."

"Travis..." I warn.

"It's that or the tea towel."

"Yes Mickey..." I whisper.

"How do you call your lover boy?"

"Come here lover boy..."

"And if he doesn't answer?"

"Oh lover boy..." I coo.

"And if he still doesn't answer?"