Choosing the Hart: A Love Triangle

by René, Dani

  “What?” His voice hissed through his teeth. I was trembling now. Clearly, he was angry, and understandably so. The tears flowed down my cheeks, and I knew Triston could feel them on his chest. My body shook with emotion as my sobs came faster. I didn’t want to lose Triston; I couldn’t survive that.

  “I’m sorry, Triston,” I mumbled. He pulled me up and turned me to face him, grabbing my face in his hands. His eyes blazed with fierce emotion. I could see the anger but also something else. Something I couldn't read through my tears.

  “Sorry? You’re sorry? For what, angel? This fucking dick better not come near you, or I will see to it he never walks again!” I shivered at his venomous words, but my heart stopped racing. His anger wasn't directed at me. I relaxed, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t leaving me?

  “I just thought . . .” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure what I thought. Well, that’s not true. I thought he would walk out the door and leave me and my baggage.

  “How can I ever be angry with you? How could someone call himself a man doing that to someone he loves?” Triston’s body was radiating and trembling with intense anger. It scared me to the core. “Oh my god!” He released my face and pinched the bridge of his nose. It looked like he was now directing the anger at himself. I was confused. “What, Triston?” A frown creasing my forehead. He lifted his eyes, looking directly at me.

  “We . . . You let me . . .” He wiped my tears with his thumbs. I still didn’t know what he was talking about. “You let me do those things to you! Oh god, Emily, I am so sorry!”

  I smiled at him, hoping to calm him down. He was angry at himself for what we had done.

  I ran my fingers over his chest. “Triston, I wanted that. I wanted you! That stuff we did, I wanted that.” A deep growl resonated in his chest when my fingers reached his abs. I ran my finger over the lines of his beautiful torso.

  “Emily, be careful,” he said, motioning to my hand. His warning was husky, dripping with anger and lust. It was a heady combination, making the fire within me flare with intensity. I wanted him now. I wanted him to take me and fix me. I wanted him to put every shattered piece of me back together, and I knew only he could do it.

  “Oh, Mr. Hart, I am very careful,” I whispered, leaning down and kissing the soft, smooth skin of his torso. I felt his hand grip my hair, pulling back slightly so I could face him. “I want you, Triston. Let me?” I begged him. Did he not see how much I wanted him?

  “Miss Reid, you are completely distracting. I am coming to terms with everything, and now I can’t think about anything else. Now all I want is to be inside you.” He released his hold on me, and I smiled at him. His eyes took on that darkness I had become so familiar with.

  I laid soft kisses on his chest, moving my way down his beautiful body. I looked up and saw his eyes close, and his head leans back on the pillow. I kneeled next to him, licking the sculpted lines of his torso. Finding the beautiful V-lines pointing somewhere below the sheet, then tracing both lines with my tongue, from his taut hips down to the sheet.

  A low moan escaped his lips, and I saw his hands grip the sheet as I pulled down the one covering him to find he was hard as steel. I moved down the bed as my tongue licked the length of his erection. Taking him in my mouth, I slowly sucked him deeper till I felt him at the entrance to my throat. “Fuck.” His growl was deep and scratchy. I continued my assault on him, sucking and licking every inch of erection. His knuckles were white as his grip on the sheet tightened, the veins pulsing in his hands. Every part of him was perfect. He tasted like honey and strawberries.

  I watched his face, the expression of pure ecstasy and lust evident on his handsome features. Suddenly, his eyes opened. “Miss Reid, stop! I need to be inside you!” Pulling my mouth off him, I gave a final flick of my tongue. The salty sweetness of him in my mouth, I slowly licked my lips as he watched me, a devilish smirk etched on his face.

  “Come here.” He pulled me astride him. I could feel him at the entrance to my body, his hardness pressed against my panties. He teased them aside, and the tip slid over my slick entrance. “Mmm, Miss Reid, you are delectable. So ready and so wet for me.” He gripped my hips and pulled me onto him. I cried out at the fullness of him. He hit my sweet spot, and my body shuddered. He plunged into me, deep. I rolled my hips back and forth, building a steady rhythm. His hands traveled up my body and tweaked my nipples, sending waves of pleasure to my core. “Open your eyes; look at me,” he rasped.

  Our eyes locked, making the moment so much more intense than ever before. “Don’t you ever not tell me something!” His voice was so husky. He spoke as I moved on him. “I need you to be honest, Emily. That’s the only way this will work. Okay?” I nodded. His soft hands moved up my back, pulling me closer to him. His lips on mine, I felt his tongue push its way into my mouth, sucking on it, teasing him. He moaned into the kiss, and I smiled. The power I had over him . . . Making him want me was a heady feeling. He gripped my hips again. I moved faster, feeling my release building inside me, taking me higher and higher. I felt him spasm, and I knew he was close as well. He tugged off my tee, and his mouth devoured my rock-hard nipples. Alternating between them, biting and licking, flicking his tongue over them, making me tremble.

  I tangled my fingers in his soft, long hair. The feel of our bodies moving together, the way we fit together was perfect. “Emily,” he moaned. I sat back, feeling him hit new depths inside me. His dark blue eyes stared into my dark brown ones. It was almost as if I could see his broken soul inside, and I wanted to pick up every piece and put it back together.

  “Triston!” Grabbing me, pulling me to him, his lips crashed into mine. I could feel his chest against mine as he rocked his hips, plunging into me, faster and faster. I was on the precipice, about to fall.

  “Angel, I’m going to fill you. Come for me. Do it!” His words are pushing me over the edge. I clenched around him, feeling him tense and fill me. “Jesus, Emily!” His words got lost in my neck as I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. My body shook as he tightened his hold on me. Biting on my neck in return as we ascended together.

  * * *

  Standing in the hallway, my heart thudded in my chest. He was angry again, the bottle of Jack Daniels shattered on the floor. There was glass everywhere. “Come here, you fucking bitch!” Tears flowed down my cheeks. I needed to get out of here, but he had the keys. He rounded the corner and stalked toward me. “Please, don’t do this? I am so sorry!” His laugh was maniacal. I shivered; it was so cold, freezing. My ripped tank top hung from my body.

  “You fucking do this. You make me angry! It’s all your fault!” he accused. When he reached me, his body pressed me against the wall. His big hand on my throat was lifting me against the plaster. My breaths stopped slowly as he squeezed. “You are going to fucking pay for throwing my whiskey in the sink!” Spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke, and I could smell the stale beer stench from his mouth. I wanted to throw up. I couldn’t get enough air. “Please, stop,” my voice wheezed. If he could just let go. Stars floated across my vision. I knew I was about to pass out. “Fucking bitch!” Dropping his hand, I fell to my knees. “Get up!” I stood slowly. As I straightened the punch winded me. I gulped in air, his laugh echoing in my ears. “No! Please! Stop!” Another punch landed on my cheek.

  “Emily! Wake up! Emily!” I sat up with a start. I turned to face Triston in the dark. He sat up next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Are you okay, angel?” I nodded slowly, trying to shake off the nightmare. Triston got out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” I looked at him, alarmed.

  “Getting you some water, angel.” He went into the living room, and I heard the bar fridge open and close. He walked back into the bedroom. I couldn’t help but stare at his naked body. It distracted me from the horror of my nightmares. Illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows, he looked like a statue, a perfect sculpture. He slid onto the bed next to me. Opening the bottle, he handed it to me. �
��What were you dreaming? You scared the shit out of me.” His soft hand landed on my back. I felt calmer now, knowing he was here next to me. I wasn’t sure I could tell him what it was about; it was still so fresh in my mind. I sipped the water slowly. My throat felt dry, and it hurt as the cold liquid went down.

  “What’s the time?” I looked at him, and he reached over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. He pressed the home screen as I peeked over. It was four a.m. I wasn’t going to get to back to sleep at that point. “Angel, do you want to lay down again?”

  I shook my head “No, I can’t.” The room was hot. Too hot. I put the water down and got out of bed. Slipping on the tee we discarded earlier, I walked to our balcony door and opened it. The fresh air hit me, and it felt good. I stepped out onto the balcony and looked out at the sparkling lights of the city. It was beautiful. I was so broken; why would Triston want me?

  I felt Triston behind me, radiating heat onto my back. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I had never felt safer than when he was holding me. He leaned his chin on my shoulder. “I am here whenever you want to talk, okay?” I nodded as tears welled up in my eyes. He was so sweet, and still, I didn’t deserve him. How could such a perfect man want me? The thoughts tumbled in my mind, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. He kissed my neck, causing me to tremble against him. His hands slid over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and they hardened in his expert fingers. “Triston!” I scolded.

  “I’m sure I can make you feel better if you let me?” And this was why I needed him. He fixed me; he made things better. My ugly nightmares pushed to the back of my mind as I felt Triston grow hard behind me. Pushing my ass back onto him, the ache I had for him burned my core. I wanted him now. I wanted him to take me, to possess me.

  “I’m sure you can, Mr. Hart, but you need to get some rest, don't you?” I smiled, feeling his teeth grazing my neck. His tongue is slowly licking its way up to my ear. I moaned as his hands traveled along my body, grabbing my bare ass under the tee as I pushed back into his hands. “Does my girl want to play on the balcony?” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Maybe,” I breathed.

  I felt his erection pushing between my legs. I pushed back onto him. “Triston, make me yours,” I pleaded with him, aching for him to make me forget. His soft, warm hands glided up and down my body. His left hand slipped between my thighs.

  “My girl. Only mine. Do you understand?” I nodded. “So wet, just for me.” His deep voice was husky in my ear as he slid two fingers into me, in and out, causing a moan to escape from my lips. My head fell back onto his shoulder. Pulling his fingers from me, I watched him lick my arousal from them. “I want to fuck you now, Emily.” His eyes filled with desire, tugging at my core. I nodded. He slid his hard cock into me. I held onto the balcony, steadying myself as he plunged into me.

  “Triston, yes, please, harder,” I moaned, louder this time. I was so lost in the feeling of him sliding inside me, with a view of LA stretched out in front of us. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him.

  “Emily, you are mine! I love how you fit around me. So tight and wet, just for my cock.” His words were pushing me closer to the edge. I was close. I needed the release only he could give me. His hand slid down between my legs. His expert fingers are touching the sensitive spot between my thighs, eliciting a moan.

  “Shh,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear. I was so lost in the sensations flaring through my body that I didn’t care who heard us. I felt the familiar fire intensifying in my stomach. I pushed back onto him. Matching his rhythm, aching for the beautiful release his body gave me every time he was inside me. The release that broke me into a million little pieces then pulled me back together. “Triston.” My ragged whisper edged him on as he slammed into me. His fingers never left the wetness between my thighs.

  He slammed into me again and again, deeper and harder. “Come for me, Emily. Give me your pleasure!” His words were my undoing. My body shook, and I felt his release as I came undone around him. He pulled me back toward him, his mouth on my neck. “You are truly fucking amazing, Emily Reid.”

  We stood watching the sunrise on the horizon as we came down from the high of our release, his arms around me, and the nightmare wholly forgotten. He scooped me up and walked back into the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. I felt tired, and sleep took hold of me.

  * * *

  I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming through the window. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Triston walked into the bedroom with a breakfast tray. “I was about to wake you up. I want to take you out today. It’s our last day in LA.” I scooted up, resting my back against the pillows. He placed the tray on my lap. There were two cups of coffee, two glasses of orange juice, toast, and a few spreads. I grabbed a piece of toast and spread some hummus on it, savoring the taste. I realized I was starving. Might be all the exercise lately, and I giggled at the thought.

  Triston smiled. “I love hearing you giggle.” I drank the orange juice as he watched me.

  “Thank you, Mr. Hart. I love seeing you smile.” I finished the toast and picked up my coffee. Taking a sip, I watched his steel-blue eyes burn into me. I couldn’t believe that such a handsome man could be so broken. “What are we doing today?” I smiled, holding onto the warm cup.

  “I want to take you somewhere special. I have rented a car for the day.” He stood up and walked over to the window. “Looks like we’re in for a hot day as well, which is perfect for what I have in mind. Come on, get your sexy ass out of bed!” I giggled. Finishing my coffee, I placed the cup on the tray and grabbed my phone. Turning it on, I saw five missed calls, all from an unknown number, and one message from Jessie.

  Jessie: I do hope you and the boss man are having fun! Didn’t I tell you?! xo

  Smiling at the screen, I felt myself flush. She was right. How I didn’t notice it before was beyond me. I hit reply.

  Em: You were right, well done. We are having an amazing time! Thanks for the dress by the way!! xo

  “Are you two going to giggle about me all day?” Triston’s amused gaze made me laugh. How on earth he knew what we were saying I would never know.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Hart!” I retorted. I stuck my tongue out at him, and his eyes narrowed. Putting my phone on the bedside cabinet, I walked over to him. Leaning on my toes I gave his cheek a quick kiss. “I’m going to get ready!” I announced and walked into the bathroom. I wondered what we were doing?

  Stepping out of the shower twenty minutes later, I wrapped the towel around me, staring at myself in the misty mirror. I looked happy. Smiling, I walked into the bedroom to find Triston sitting on the bed in grey cargo pants and a black tank top. His muscles look exquisite against the black material. His tattoo peeked out like it was begging to be licked. My tongue darted out, imagining what I would like to do to him. Triston’s eyes flickered toward me, taking in my appearance. “I do love when you pick those small towels. They definitely suit you.” He winked cheekily. I poked my tongue out at him as he passed me to get to the bathroom. I felt a slap on my ass.

  “Hey!” I spun on my heel. His laugh was infectious.

  “You weren’t complaining the other night!” Pulling me into him, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue in my mouth made me moan as he devoured me. Reluctantly pulling away, his voice was low and raspy. “Get dressed, or we may never leave this bedroom, Miss Reid.” Opening the closet doors, I pulled out my blue denim shorts and white tank top. It had the script “Los Angeles” on the front. I dressed while Triston finished up in the bathroom. When he joined me in the bedroom again, I turn to face him.

  “This suitable to wear on this surprise trip, Mr. Hart?” I spun around, giving him a three-hundred-sixty-degree view.

  “Yes. Perfect as always. Wear comfortable shoes. We’re going walking.” He walked into the living room, and I grabbed my sneakers. I decided to wear my bikini, just in case we ended up at the beach. I would love to see
him dripping wet again.

  I tied the laces of my black and white Converse sneakers. Grabbing my phone and sliding it into the back pocket of my shorts, I walked into the living room. “Ready!” I announced, and his eyes lit up.

  “Finally! Let’s go, angel!” Triston laced his fingers in mine, and we headed out on our adventure.

  * * *

  Sliding into the passenger seat of the black little Mercedes SLK, I took in the beauty of the car. Excitement for the day ahead caused my stomach to flip-flop. “You have amazing taste in cars, Mr. Hart,” I commented, turning to him. He started the engine and pulled out of the hotel garage.

  “I have amazing taste in a variety of things, Miss Reid, including my newest addition, woman.” He turned and gave me that sexy devilish smirk, causing electricity to course through my body.

  “Oh really? Well, that’s interesting, Mr. Hart, because just recently I found out what good taste I have in men. This is such a coincidence; don’t you think?” I giggled at the expression on his face. He nodded earnestly.

  “Miss Reid, aren’t you lucky to have landed yourself such an amazing man? And he’s wealthy too.” His eyes met mine for a split second. I knew he was joking around, but I needed him to realize I wasn’t with him for his money.

  “That’s not why I’m interested in him. I hope he knows that.” I answered him seriously. He certainly didn’t know I had money of my own, even though I refused to use it. But I didn’t want to think about that right now.

  “Miss Reid, he knows that, trust me! He can see what a beautiful, honest, and trustworthy woman he has on his arm. He isn't about to let her get away either.” He put his foot on the gas as we drove up into the Hollywood Hills. As we passed the beautiful mansions and estates, I gasped. I couldn’t believe some people could afford these amazing homes. I had never given it much thought, but I could buy one of these. The money that was paid out to me from Blake’s family could probably buy a lot more than that.