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The next night the four went to their favorite bar. Saint was standing with her back against the bar and Travis in front of her. She was holding onto his shirt at his sides while he had his hands on her neck. They were alternating from making out to giving closed mouth kisses. They were talking quietly and laughing together while Derrick tried hard to ignore them.
" Can you two just stop for five minutes!" He explained.
" Why don't you just not watch?" Travis offered. Saint's eyes skipped over Travis' head. Her sharp intake of breath caught his attention. " What's wrong?" She placed her hands on his chest and leaned in as she looked back at him.
" It's Nick." She said over the music. Travis frowned.
" What? Where?" He asked, turning to look through the crowd.
Sure enough, her ex was making his way to them with a smile plastered on his face. Travis turned to face the man completely, gently nudging Saint over so she was in between him and Derrick. Saint tugged on Derrick's sleeve to get his attention. He turned and looked down at her then in the direction she was pointing. With a smirk, Derrick turned so the three of them were facing Nick. Saint took a hold of Travis's arm.
" Why are you here?" Travis asked when Nick reached them.
" Well, I already had the ticket paid for and couldn't get a return on my money so I thought, why not check and see that my little Saint is doing fine." Nick said as he put his hands in his pocket.
" She's not really your Saint, anymore." Derrick said. " She's his Saint now." Derrick reached behind Saint to pat Travis' shoulder.
" So I heard." Nick said, still smiling. " How it is, Saint? You doing okay?"
" Why do you care?" She asked.
" Because I love you." Nick answered. Derrick smirked while Travis grew tense. " And I just want you to be happy."
" She's happy." Travis answered.
" Thank you for your concern but I am fine." Saint said. Nick grinned then chuckled.
" Tell me something, Travis." He said without looking away from her. " How would you rate her?"
" What? Rate her how?" Travis asked.
" In the bedroom. See, I taught her everything she knows and I want to make sure she's a good student. I want to know fucking her pussy was worth it." Nick said. Travis' hands went into two fists but before he could step up and say anything, Derrick stepped in front of his friends and took handfuls of Nick's shirt.
" Oh see now, we have a big problem. I'm not going to stand here and let you talk about someone I consider my sister. And Travis is my best friend." He said in Nick's face.
" So what, your best friend can't handle shit with his woman?" Nick asked, his smirk still firmly in place.
" Oh he can, trust me. I have seen Travis whoop ass before. But you seem like the type of dick that would run to the police if he got his ass handed to him and if Travis gets arrested, he gets kicked out of school. I could give two shit less if I get kicked out." Derrick said.
" Hey, you two need to take this outside." A bouncer said.
" Yeah, that's just what we were going to do." Derrick said. " Saint, go find Jones. Come on, Travis. We have business to attend too." He pushed Nick away from him and two men started towards the door. As Travis started after them, Saint reached out and grabbed his arm.
" Travis, " She said, making him look at her.
" It's okay, Babe." He said. She grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. Travis sighed and kept his eyes shut as he repeated, " It's okay. Meet us at the loft. Have some ice and aspirin ready."
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When Travis found Nick and Derrick, the two men were standing in a back alley. Nick was still grinning like he was crazy and Derrick's smile was almost the same. Travis was amped and ready for a fight. He had been wanting to kick Nick's ass since the day they met. He never liked the way he treated Saint. Travis narrowed his eyes. There was no way he was going to just stand by and let Derrick handle the fight alone.
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When Saint and Jones found the boys outside, Nick was on the ground, spitting out blood. Derrick was grinning with one of his hands busted up. Travis was holding Nick by the shirt, getting ready to punch him in the mouth. Saint called out to them and quicken her steps. Travis paused his movements, unsure if he wanted Saint to see him in a fight. Nick laughed as he coughed.
" You know why she's so good in bed?" He croaked out.
" Shut the fuck up, man." Derrick bit out.
" Because her mom is a whore." Nick said.
" Shut up!" Saint yelled.
" Like a real life whore. In her day, she would suck anything and fuck anything for twenty bucks. For thirty, you could fuck her up the ass."
" I said shut up!" Saint yelled as she kicked him straight in the balls. Travis let go of him as Nick groaned and curled up into a ball, clutching his dick. Saint grabbed Nick by his hair and thrust his head back. " I know you think you taught me everything but you didn't! You never taught me how to orgasm! I learned that from Travis!"
" Fucking bitch!" Nick spit out. Travis grabbed her as she let go of Nick's hair.
" Come on, Saint, let's go. Some one's going to hear you." He said. Jones went to Derrick who put his arm around her shoulders.
" We got to clear out, man." Derrick said to Travis.
" Come on, Babe. We're done here." Travis whispered to her.
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Derrick and Travis were sitting at the breakfast bar while Jones and Saint filled some bags with ice. None of them were talking. Travis was trying to steal glances at her without letting her know. Derrick and Jones were doing the same. Nick's words about her mother were ringing through all their heads. Saint was the first girl to turn around. Both Derrick and Travis dropped their eyes from her, making her pause briefly. Saint held her breath but came forward.
" Here." She said as she placed the ice on Travis' right hand.
" Thanks." He said softly. Before she could pull away, he placed his uninjured hand on top of hers. When he squeezed her, they met eyes. He offered her a small smile. She let her breath out slowly.
" No problem." She said, slipping away from him. She stepped back to the counter as Jones handed Derrick some ice. Everyone was on edge and quiet for a few minutes before she spoke. " The things Nick said about my mom...they're true." Derrick and Jones looked at each other. Travis looked from their roommates to her.
" Saint..." He started.
" No, just let me say this. What he said is true. My mom had a drug problem." Saint crossed her arms over her chest and dropped her eyes to the floor. " When I was seventeen, she was arrested in a sting. She was charged and is in jail. My mom was the town hooker." Jones turned around slowly.
" Saint, you don't have to tell us this." She said softly. Saint looked up at her.
" Yes, I do. I know you are wondering so here it is. My mom slept with half the town. I guess even Nick went to her a few times but I didn't find out until we broke up. After she went to jail, Nick's family took me in. I was a junior in high school and lived there until I moved here." She explained.
" So is that why you stayed with him for so long?" Derrick asked. " I mean, be honest, Saint, you know he treated you like shit. You saw that right? Tell me you know he did but you stayed because you felt like you owed him." She nodded.
" I know he did but I was to scared to leave. I mean, after my mom went to jail and before you three, I didn't have anyone else but his family. His mom and I were close. I knew that if I left him, I'd have to give her up too. I was scared to be with anyone else because I knew I'd have to tell what happen to my mom. A new guy would want to know why I don't have any family." Her eyes went to Travis then back to Derrick. "With Nick I didn't have to explain anything." Jones came forward and grabbed Saint.
" It's fine, Saint. Don't worry about anything." Saint closed her eyes and hugged her friend tight. " You don't have to explain anything to us."
" Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm dead tired. I think we have all had a big night and should turn in early." Derrick said as he stood up. He walked around the breakfast as Jones and Saint pulled away with smiles. He put his arm around Saint and hugged her tight. " I still think you're awesome." He said, making her smile.
After he let her go, there was a chorus of good nights. Travis stood up, holding the ice to his hand. In silence, the couple started towards her room. Travis walked in first and went right for her bed. He sank down as she closed the door. He leaned down and started to undo the laces on his left shoe but was struggling because his right hand was killing him. Saint leaned against her door with her hands behind her back.
" You weren't shocked about my mother." She said. Travis stopped moving and stared at her floor. "You didn't seem surprised at all." Travis sat up as his shoulders dropped. He nodded, looking over at her.
" The day you broke up with Nick I was standing in the alleyway. I heard it all. I looked up your town's newspaper and read the article." He confessed.
" So you knew this whole time." She stated. He nodded. " And when you asked me if Nick and I broke up?"
" I knew you had." He said.
" So why did you say anything to me that day?" Saint asked.
" Because you were mad at me, with good reason, and I wanted to make sure you were really done with him. I needed to be sure you didn't want him anymore. I needed to make sure you didn't decide to change you mind the next day and go back with him." Travis said. Saint pushed away from her door and started towards him.
" And what my mom did doesn't bother you?" She asked.
" Your mom did it, not you, Saint. You aren't responsible for her bad choices." Travis said. Saint sat down beside him with them staring at each other.
" And do you think I'm over Nick?" She asked, making him smile.
" Yeah. There is no doubt in my mind." They were quiet for a few seconds, both wondering what the other was thinking before he finally said, " Are you mad because I knew and didn't say anything?"
" How can I be mad? What would you have said to me? ' Hey, is your mom a hooker?' No, that wouldn't have went over well with me." She said. Travis laughed.
" Yeah, I can just see that happening." He said.
" It's not like I was talking to you, anyway." Saint said.
" So you aren't mad?" Travis asked.
" No." She said.
" Good because I need you to untie my shoes. My hand is fucking killing me!" He whined, making her laugh.
Saint stood up and moved to crouch down in front of him. She grabbed his left shoe and started to quickly untie it. She pulled it off and tossed it behind her, making him laugh. She smiled and undid the right one. She looked up at him as she pulled that one off and pushed it to the side. She took a hold of his knees and moved closer to him.
" How many times did you hit him?" She asked.
" Only twice. Derrick did everything else that way, if he does go to the cops, Derrick will have most of the damage on his hands." Travis said.
She smiled and started to push her hands up his legs, up his inner thighs. Travis tilted his head with his eyebrows up. He sat back and let his elbows take his upper body weight. He was growing excited and she could feel it. She took a hold of his belt and undid it quickly. She came down on her knees, flicked the belt up and undid his zipper fast. Then she climbed up and onto him.
" Damn, maybe I should fight more often." Travis whispered before she kissed him.
" I'd rather you didn't but if you get under the blankets I will try and make you feel better about hurting your hand." Saint said. Travis moved so fast that he scared Saint, making her fall back and start to laugh. He yanked the blankets down along with his pants and boxers. He laid down and grinned.
Saint moved under the blankets and licked along the cease of his hip. Travis' breath hitched loudly, making her grin. She ran her tongue around his length without actually touching it. Travis groaned and she felt him grab the blankets. His hips shifted, bring him closer to her mouth but she didn't think he did it on purpose.
Saint started at his base. She let her tongue travel up his hardness, loving how he started to move and moan. When she reached his head, she swirled her tongue around it. He dug his heels in her bed and raised his hips up. She moved down him, taking him completely into her mouth, Travis' stomach contracted. Saint brought her right hand to his balls and her left hand to his stomach. She combed her fingers through the small amount of hair he had there as she moved back up him. She sucked hard against his head, making him twitch and grab her by her hair.
Down she moved, up she flowed. Around the head she swirled her tongue. Travis' head and shoulders came off her bed then slammed back down again. His stomach tensed then released. He groaned, he moaned, and he begged her not to stop. Saint moved down him again while she squeezed his balls. She scrapped her nails against him, moving back up him. His length filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat when she took him in deep again.
" Saint! I'm...gonna...if you keep... shit!" He called out as he squeezed his eyes shut. " Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Every time he called out his voice got higher and higher. She felt his balls tighten up a minute before he exploded in her mouth. Saint started swallowing as fast she could so she wouldn't choke or throw up. The last thing she wanted to do was throw up the first time she gave him head.
When the feeling died down, when Travis felt himself fall back into her bed, he opened his eyes and panted as he looked around. Saint let him slip carefully from her mouth and kissed her way up his stomach until she reached his chest. She smiled at his flush face. His hands went into his hair as he shook his head.
" Holy shit." He breathed out. Saint giggled and curled up against him.
" I'm glad you liked it." She said. His arms locked down around her and held her tight. He pressed his lips to her forehead.
" Fuck yeah, I liked it." His voice was breathless.
Saint closed her eyes, loving that she had made it that way. Travis squeezed her and flipped them over so fast, she jumped in surprise. He disappeared under the blankets and made a grab for her jeans. Saint started laughing as he undid them as fast as he could. He yanked her jeans down and then her panties. A second later his arm shot out from under the blankets and he dropped them to the floor. Before she could react, Travis pushed her legs apart and dragged his tongue up the center of her then latched on to the top and started flicking his tongue against her. Saint grabbed him by his hair and cried out.
" What are you doing?!" She asked. It was her turn to be breathless. Travis pulled away to move up her body. His head popped out of the covers at them same time he started to stroke her.
" Repaying the favor." He said.
" No, you don't have too." She said quickly. " I know that's not something guys like to do." Travis frowned but didn't stop his movement. His thumb started to circle her. Her mouth dropped opened as her eyes fluttered shut. He leaned down to whisper into her ear.
" Maybe he didn't but I do so just lay there and enjoy it." Then he was gone.
His mouth replaced his fingers on her sex. He gently swirled his tongue around her, making her body jerk. He brought his right hand to her and slipped one finger inside her. He rubbed her in a come here motion while he alternated from sucking, licking and flicking against her clit. He pulled her into his mouth and moved his tongue in fast then slow circles while she panted. Her body tensed, then relaxed. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.
He let her slip from his mouth, gently moving his jaw back and forth as he let her go. Saint moaned. Her heart rate kicked into overdrive Her entire body felt what his mouth was doing to her. It was almost sensory overload. Her hips started to rock, her arms flew over her head to grip at her pillow and her neck arch so her head tilted back. His free hand came to her stomach so he could feel her jerking and contracting. He flicked, nestled, licked, and sucked against her. She panted, whimpered, moaned, and cried out.
When his movements increased Saint thought she was going to die from the pleasure. Her legs moved without her control. She pulled them up, straighted them down, opened them and then closed them around him. Her hands open and closed against her blankets. She bit down into her lower lip and twisted, almost pulling away from the pleasure. Heat suddenly flew through her. Fire blazed in her veins as an orgasm slammed into her. She cried out to Travis and to God. He licked faster and sucked harder until she brought her hand to his head and gently pushed at him.
Travis pulled his finger out of her and kissed her lightly before he came out of the covers. She was on her back with her head tilted to the side. She drew in a hard, shaky breath that made him smile. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked completely satisfied. He moved to her right side. It was his turn to snuggle into her.
" I will never move again." She whispered, making him laugh.
" I can't believe you never had that done before." He said. " Things will be different for you now." Saint opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.
" They already are different." She admitted. Travis smiled and nodded.
" Good." He said. " You deserve to be happy."