“I loved it. I’ve been a fan of you guys for a while.”
“Yeah?” He looked at her like she was a piece of meat he wanted to devour. It made her squirm. Heat gathered between her legs as her clit and pussy simultaneously began throbbing together.
“How old are you?” he inquired.
“18.”
“18,” he affirmed with a mischievous grin. “That’s a relief.”
Serenity’s heart thudded in her chest.
“What’s your name baby?”
She blushed and smiled, looking down at the floor. “Serenity.”
“The name matches the face. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Tristan.”
Goddamn he had a sexy voice. She rubbed her lips together, attempting to suffocate her raging emotions and failing miserably. “I know,” she softly said.
Staring into her eyes, he lifted her hand to his mouth and lightly pressed his lips across her knuckles. A small feeble noise escaped her, and he looked at her like he knew he had her.
Serenity kept her eyes trained on one of the leopard print rugs beneath the table before haltingly looking back into his eyes. “I have a confession to make,” she said, trying to swerve away from the crippling lust that was simmering between them.
He crookedly smiled, still holding her hand. “What’s up?”
“I’m not a fan of Knight and Nyle per se. I mean, I know who you guys are. Who doesn’t? But…. I went to your concert because of the song. I like the song. I don’t have your CD.”
“Well, we have to change that then.”
“I do think you are cute though. I mean, you. I wasn’t talking about- “
He playfully raised an eyebrow at her. “Just cute?”
She girlishly chuckled. “Well, no. Not just cute but- “
They both surprisingly jumped as the door thudded and swung open. Kara stood before them with wild eyes and hair, gawking at the two of them.
“What the fuck!” she yelled.
SERENITY
“Serenity, what the hell are you doing?” Kara practically screamed at her. “I told you I wanted to leave in forty-five minutes. What the fuck are you doing up here with him?”
Tristan irritably looked over at her and held his hand up. “Excuse me darling. You’re not
supposed to be up here. You weren’t invited.”
“Mother-fucker I can go anywhere I want,” Kara snapped at him. “And don’t call me darling, I’m not one of your little whorish minions that was circling around you downstairs. Besides, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to her.” She redirected her ire to Serenity. “Ren, let’s go.”
Tristan cut his eyes at Kara and looked back at Serenity, clutching her hand tighter. Try hard as she might to break the spell of him, she couldn’t. Her eyes stayed focused on him, ignoring her friend.
The bodyguard who had brought Serenity up to the room ran up behind Kara, breathing hard. He grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her away. He apologetically looked over at Tristan. “I’m sorry T, I tried to stop her. She got away from me. She tracked me down and asked about her friend. When I told her where the two of you were, she just took off running.”
“That’s quite alright Brad. I’m sure she was concerned.”
The bodyguard tugged on Kara’s arm again and she shook him off. “Back downstairs missy,” he brusquely ordered her. “Now.”
“I’m not going anywhere without her,” Kara all but barked at him, her eyes hard on Serenity’s. ‘Let’s go’, she mouthed to her.
Serenity hesitantly shook her head and Kara gawked at her in frustration. Tristan noticed the exchange between them and focused his cool eyes on Kara. “Ms…” He stopped and looked at Serenity. “What’s your last name?”
“Harris,” she quietly told him.
He looked back at Kara. “Ms. Harris will be spending the evening with me. You can go now.” He looked back at Serenity, dismissing Kara.
“Fuck no!” Kara exclaimed, elbowing the bodyguard hard in the side and stepping further into the room. The guard grabbed his side in pain and glared at her, baring his teeth. Kara flipped him off and looked back at the smitten pair. “Serenity, we need to get out of here. Now.”
Serenity nervously ran her foot across the floor. “I’m not going Kara.”
“I’m not leaving you by yourself with these two. You don’t know anything about them. This isn’t a good idea.”
Serenity glanced over at Tristan and melted under the intensity of his eyes. She uncomfortably smiled and looked back at Kara. “I’ll be fine.”
Kara crossed her arms and shook her head. “No Serenity. No. I’m not leaving without you. This is not how we do things. Mom is going to be so pissed if I come back home and you’re not with me- “
“Goodbye Kara,” Serenity said in a firm, final tone. “I’ll see you later. I’ll call you when I get home.”
“Home? You’re supposed to be spending the night with us.”
Serenity gritted her teeth with impatience. “Kara please. I said I’ll call you.”
Kara narrowed her eyes at her stubborn friend, then tossed her hand at her and walked towards the door, huffing under her breath. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you dumbass.”
With that, she exited the room, slamming the door behind her. Brad looked back over at Tristan. His cinnamon brown eyes held a silent question and Tristan knowingly nodded.
“See to it that she gets home safe,” he told him. “I think she’s under the influence. Call her a cab or something. I’ll call you when we’re ready to leave.”
Serenity dubiously looked at him. What did he mean we?
Brad pursed his lips and nodded. He gave them a wary look then exited the room.
Tristan looked back at Serenity and grinned. “Seems like you have your own personal bodyguard.”
Serenity nodded and rolled her eyes. “She’s very protective of me.”
“I don’t blame her.”
They talked for a while about things superficial, cerebral, and intellectual. Tristan held her hand the hold time, never breaking eye contact with her once. They talked about the band, their upcoming shows, and how much he enjoyed being a performer and traveling to different cities and countries. He asked endless questions about her and she willingly answered, purposely leaving out information about her mother and her home life. When he tried to steer the conversation that way, she noncommittally told him that her relationship with her mother was complicated and she looked forward to moving out on her own soon and starting a new life somewhere else. He seemed to sense that it was an off-limits topic and let the subject of her family drop. The chemistry between them was instant, surprising and comforting, and it baffled Serenity that it came so easily.
Despite him holding her hand and looking at her like a predatory animal, the conversation was fairly light-hearted, but Serenity knew he was just biding his time. She could feel his desire for her in her bones and it equally matched her own for him. All this casual conversation was bullshit and she knew it. It was just par for the course. Preliminary bullshit. Something was going to happen between them tonight. Whether she was willing to let it happen or not was the question haunting her mind.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked her.
“No. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Fuck no. Who wants one of those?” They laughed together and he shook his head at her.
“No, I’m single. Very single. I’m free to do what I want with who I want.” His eyes probed hers.
She swallowed and nervously licked her lips. His eyes lingered on the movement before drifting back up to her eyes. “I want to dance with you.”
He stood and easily pulled her up with him putting his arms around her and sensuously rubbing her back. A slow song was playing downstairs. The beat was slow, erotic, and pulsating. It drifted up the stairs and behind the door of the room where they stood. His solid frame towered overs hers. S
erenity became lost in the hypnotic beat and the gentleness of his eyes as she cautiously lifted her arms and placed them around his neck.
Tristan lightly pressed his torso against hers and she pleasantly sighed, languishing in the thrill of his body against hers. His arms around her felt strong and protective. Her heart raced as he placed his head against hers; his mouth right above her ear. Serenity stirred and moved her arms; leaving one around his neck and putting the other around his back.
Shyly, she pressed her body closer to his. Tristan’s mouth moved over her ear, hovering. His breathing matched hers, choppy and erratic. He was humming the tune of the song. He moved his body even closer to hers and she could feel his rigid erection pressed against her stomach. She gasped and vulnerably looked up at him.
They harmoniously moved together, not really dancing, but swaying slowly from side to side. They stared into one another eyes, rapt. There was so much she saw hidden in those dark wonders. She wished she knew what it meant. There were tears in her light-brown ones… She was feeling so much, wanting so much… And it scared the shit out of her.
Her breath stilled as Tristan’s eyes lowered to her lips and he leaned down. She pulled back from him and widely looked at him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”
Serenity blinked back tears as she looked at him. She was afraid. So deathly afraid. This was all happening so fast. She didn’t know what she was doing. She wanted to stop what was happening but was remiss to do so. Every muscle in her body wanted this. Wanted him. She couldn’t stop him now if she wanted to.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
Serenity glanced down at the floor and worried her top lip. She softly gasped when he placed his hand under her chin and tipped it up.
“I don’t believe in wasting time,” he seriously attested. “When I want something, I go after it.”
Serenity unflinchingly looked at him. Her mind was running a mile a minute. If she let him kiss her now, there would be no turning back. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she granted him permission into her sacred space. And she told herself that was okay. “Yes.”
Tristan looked into her eyes as his lips touched hers. His lips felt soft. Assuring. Masculine and sweet. The kiss was painstakingly slow. Gentle. Agonizing. Then his eyes closed, and his tongue entered her mouth on a gut-wrenching moan. His lips passionately grazed over hers, his hands rubbing circles on her back. Serenity shivered and melted in his arms. Fuck he tasted good. So damn good. His body against hers and his arms pulling her close felt like heaven.
The kiss went on for minutes, becoming more passionate by the second. His tongue expertly darted in and out of her mouth meeting hers, going toe to toe for dominance.
Serenity had never been kissed this way before. Caleb’s kisses were always so juvenile and sloppy. Tristan knew exactly what he was doing, and she loved it.
Moisture saturated her panties. A helpless cry escaped her throat as his hand touched the side of her face, stroking and caressing her soft skin. He ran both sets of fingers through her hair, pulling slightly. Then his hand was on her neck, her collarbone, the side of her breasts, the lower part of her back, the curve of her hip, the inside of her thigh…. The kiss became feverish and demanding. Almost out of control. Tristan was breathing her in, inhaling her lips, and moaning deeply.
“You taste as amazing as I thought you would,” he sighed against her lips. His lips overtook hers again, sucking desperately.
Serenity whimpered beneath the sexual power of him, coming more undone as each breathless moment passed.
Tristan pulled back and looked at her with lust-heavy eyes. “Do you want me stop?” he rasped.
Serenity dug her nails in his neck, her eyes closed as she struggled to breathe. He tipped her chin up to look down into her eyes. His eyes eagerly searched hers. “Do you?”
“I don’t do this,” she whimpered.
He ran his fingers over her face again, stroking her lip with both thumbs. He softly kissed
her. “I know.”
“How?”
“I just do. It’s the way you taste. The way you are with me. The way your body responds to mine. It’s like you’ve never been touched or kissed before in your life. If you were it wasn’t in the right way. If it wasn’t done with me it wasn’t right. Your body was waiting on me.”
Serenity was too turned on to answer. His words were unraveling her; making her crazy. His sexual confidence was such a turn-on. Tristan Knight wanted her, and he wasn’t shy to admit it. He was practically taking ownership of her, like it was his right. She found that utterly enticing. She was vain enough to think he’d never moved this fast with another woman before but her common sense admitted otherwise.
“You never answered my question,” he patiently repeated. “Do you want me to stop?”
Serenity nervously looked at him. “No,” she shakily admitted.
Tristan expelled a harsh breath and took her mouth in his again, drawing a surprised gasp from her parted lips. “You have on too many clothes,” he grumbled as he ran his hands over her tank top.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need. I can get them off with no problem.”
He kissed her again and placed his hands to the spaghetti straps on her tank. His hands were fire as they grabbed the sides and pulled them down, exposing her bra, smooth skin, and flat stomach.
Feeling self-conscious, Serenity moved his hands and covered her bra. She felt ashamed of her tattered black bra. There were small holes in the lace material. She wasn’t ashamed of her breasts. Even if she was, it wasn’t like she could cover them. She had inherited her extra-large bosom from her mother.
Tristan frowned down at her. “What’s the matter?”
“My bra. It’s… I don’t want you to look at me. It’s ugly.”
He tipped her chin up. “I don’t care about what you have on. You’re beautiful. Besides, clothes and underwear are just a decorative nuisance. They hide the treasure underneath. If you don’t want me to look at it, I won’t. I’ll just look at you, okay?”
Serenity hesitated then nodded. “Okay.”
“Stop me now if you want to.”
“No. I don’t want you to stop.”
Tristan held back for a moment, assessing her. Looking into her eyes, he grabbed the bottom of her bra and lifted it on top her breasts, freeing them.
He briefly glanced down at them and his eyes widened in appreciation. “Perfect,” he gasped with excitement. “So big and so perfect.”
“Tristan…”
Keeping his promise, Tristan looked in her eyes and placed warm hands to her breasts. He firmly squeezed them and pumped them in his hands. Serenity’s eyes closed and she tilted her head back, lost in the sexy thrill of his capable hands on her quivering body.
Once Tristan started touching her, he didn’t stop. He molded her breasts, caressed them, and massaged them; teasing her nipples, flicking his thumbs over them.
Soft cries escaped her full swollen lips. Tristan began kissing her again suppressing her moans and his. Serenity’s mind was in a daze. She couldn’t believe she was standing in a crowded club with a famous man she had known all of two hours letting him feel her up, see her naked beasts, and kiss her. It was almost like she didn’t have a choice. Tristan’s insane desire for her was leading her into the fires of unbridled lust and she couldn’t be more than thrilled about the spontaneous turn their casual acquaintance had taken.
He started massaging her breasts faster, following the rhythm of their kiss. Serenity squeezed her thighs together and cried out beneath his amorous lips. The sensation of his hands on her was crippling. Grinding against her, he began moving her breasts around in circles, squeezing them harder. Serenity grasped his back. She was almost in tears. The man’s power over her was frightening. It was hard to believe she was this turned on from him touching her breasts alone.
Serenity could feel her core tightening and pulsat
ing. The momentum was building, and she steadied herself for its release. She’d had orgasms before but this one was certainly going to be more intense than she remembered.
She began whimpering as Tristan’s fondling became more intense. Her arms dropped from his body and helplessly fell to her sides. Tristan used his hands to hold her steady, continuing to make love to her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, bit her lip, flicked his tongue in her mouth, and growled. He firmly squeezed her nipples with his fingers and rapidly ran his thumbs across them as he began sucking her neck, groaning hard. Serenity immediately erupted. An excruciating orgasm roared through her like a tidal wave, releasing current after current of relentless aftershocks.
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