Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

22 (Travis Version)

"Are you sure princess?" I knew it was a big deal to meet her daughter, even if she was a baby and might not have a clue what was going on.

"I'm sure." Taylor looked up at me. "Abby needs to meet the guy who may or may not have gotten me pregnant on this trip."

Fuck. She was looking up at me so innocently, but that had to be the hottest thing she'd said yet. And yeah, she was right. With the amount of unprotected sex we'd had, it was likely she just might have gotten pregnant. Even though this was still early, God, I wanted her to have my baby. I wanted to see her stomach swollen with my child, glowing, mine forever.

I kissed her, hard. Taylor gasped, slipping her arms around my neck and shifting so that her legs draped across my lap. Holding her chin with one hand, I slipped my other hand up her thigh, tugging her closer with my palm against her ass. In the slowly dying light of the fire, surrounded by snow, Taylor and I made out just like the horny teenagers we were supposed to be watching. We probably shouldn't be doing this out in the open, but we were so caught up in the moment that we didn't care.

Then I heard footsteps crunching through the snow and sighed, pulling back. Taylor shuffled back to a more appropriate distance, and I almost groaned when I saw Paul coming down the path. God, he never gave up. He was just a perv trying to hit on a girl a decade younger than him, one he'd used to teach. It was disgusting, and I knew he made Taylor uncomfortable, so I would make sure not to leave her alone with him. If he kept it up, maybe I'd take it to the principal or something.

"Hey." Paul smiled, looking only at Taylor. "You guys are still here."

"Yeah, we were just about to head back actually." I said, in case Taylor was too polite to say it herself. She smiled gratefully at me, shifting uncomfortably closer to me as Paul sat down next to her.

"Oh, okay." He nodded. "I was kind of hoping I could talk to Taylor alone though."

"You know, it's late." Taylor said quietly. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired."

"It'll only take a minute." Paul smiled. "You don't mind do you Travis?"

Yes, I fucking did mind. He was disgusting, and it was obvious Taylor didn't want to talk to him. She was almost on my lap, trying to shift closer, and I put my hand on her thigh beneath the blanket to let her know I was there. I tugged gently, silently asking if she wanted to go. Taylor gave a tiny nod of her head.

"Actually we're gonna go." I said, getting to my feet and folding the blanket up. Paul narrowed his eyes at me, but I didn't back down. He didn't scare me just because he was older.

"I can walk her back." He said casually. "It's okay." If he said one more stupid thing, I might punch him. Taylor grabbed my hand, obviously freaking out a little.

"She's good, thanks." I said curtly, leading Taylor away.

"Thank you." She mumbled, clutching my hand as we walked away. "I'm not good at getting rid of him."

"He's a creep, you shouldn't have to deal with him." I told her as we walked towards our cabin. "But I swear to God I'll fucking kill him if he comes near you again." Taylor looked up at me, biting her lip. "What?" I chuckled.

"That's kind of hot." She murmured. "Makes me really want to fuck you."

I smiled, pulling her into the cabin and pushing her against the door by her wrists. Taylor gasped, smiling in delight as I leaned in, teasing my lips against hers, pulling back when she leaned in. She let out a little grunt of annoyance and I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her properly. She was so damn cute, and I couldn't keep myself off her.

"I..." Taylor mumbled. "God, I want you, but I need to pump before I forget." I smiled, placing my hands on her breasts. Taylor burst out laughing as I winked at her, shaking her head with a cute smile on her face. "Might take you a while baby but go ahead." She murmured playfully.

Calling her bluff, I pushed my jacket off her shoulders and then slipped my hands under her shirt, pulling it up. Taylor didn't back down, but I guess it wasn't really that out there since I'd done this before when we'd been caught up in a heated moment. I wouldn't do too much since it'd probably hurt her after a while, but everything was so hot with her that I'd do just about anything.

Taylor watched as I reached around her back, slowly unclasping her bra without looking away from her bright blue gaze. She looked so turned on, her cheeks flushed as she watched me take off her bra and drop it on the ground. Dipping my head, I turned my attention to her swollen nipples. She looked sensitive so I rubbed my thumbs over her breasts gently. Taylor moaned, tilting her head back.

"Shit." She huffed. "Travis, god."

"Too much?" I murmured, and she shook her head insistently.

"No, not too much." She huffed, so I lowered my head further and kissed the curve of one breast gently. Taylor whined as I carefully wrapped my lips around one hard nipple, tracing my tongue gently in a circle. "Shit, holy shit!" She threw her head back, panting as her chest heaved. "Travis, fuck!"

I was addicted to the sounds she was making with how little I was doing, and fuck, I wished I could never leave this moment. Taylor whimpered my name as I sucked gently, the faint sweet taste of her milk filling my mouth as her nipples leaked from the pressure. Maybe it was weird to some people, but I felt so close to her, and she seemed like she fucking loved it. I moved to her other nipple and spent a minute there before releasing her, not wanting to hurt her at all. Taylor smashed her lips to mine when I lifted my head, kissing me ferociously.

"Fuck that was hot." She mumbled. "How do you make everything so hot?"

"Careful princess." I groaned as she stroked her tongue against mine. "You need to pump before we get carried away or you'll get sore."

"Right." Taylor pulled back, blinking. "Okay, yeah." I chuckled, kissing her nose.

"I'll get some wood while you're doing that." I told her, and she nodded, moving off.