by René, Dani
“He will make you fall in love with him!” He spun around and watched my reaction. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say.
Wait! What? “Well, that’s too fucking bad, because I am in love with you!” I stormed into the bedroom. I couldn’t be near him right then. Triston followed me into the bedroom. “Emily, I know you love me. I’m an idiot, okay?” He turned me to face him, and I nodded in agreement. The amusement was evident on his face.
“I know you are. Can you hold me now?” I mumbled. He pulled me into a warm embrace and chuckled.
His lips were on my neck. I felt his tongue on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Do we get to have makeup sex now?” he whispered, and I giggled at him. The fight was forgotten, and I was in his arms, where I wanted to be.
“What about our walk in the park? I need to get some exercise.” I looked up at him.
“Trust me, I can give you some exercise! Go and put your bikini on. We’re going for a swim.”
I was confused now. A swim? I saw the excitement sparkle in his eyes. “Go!” he shouted, slapping my ass hard.
“Ouch! Okay, okay! Keep your pants on!” I was excited to be doing something fun with him as the past few days had seemed so dire.
He followed me into the walk-in closet, laughing. “I thought you liked me without my pants on, Miss Reid!”
“Mr. Hart, I love you without your pants on!” I laughed and started changing.
Moments later, he covered my eyes and led me into a private elevator and out onto a landing. I could smell fresh air, and I knew we were outside. “Triston, I seriously need to see!” I giggled as I cautiously stepped ahead of him. He led me to a step, and we stopped.
“You will soon. Stay here.”
I heard something sliding, maybe it was a door, then his hands were on me, again guiding me forward. “Okay, stand here.” I heard him moving around, and I heard a lock clicking into place. I felt his body against mine, his heat radiating over me. I leaned back into his sculpted chest, his hands resting on my shoulders. “You are mine. Every.” His lips brushed over my left shoulder. “Single.” Then the right. “Inch.” And slowly up my neck. His fingers were stroking my bare arms, and I felt my nipples harden. His hands brushed light circles around the hard buds. My mouth opened, and a soft moan escaped into the darkness.
My body is trembling in anticipation. “Triston,” I whispered, feeling his warm breath. Electric currents shot through me. He slowly untied the blindfold, and I blinked in the dim light of the vacant room we were standing in, a large swimming pool lit up in front of us by blue underwater lights. The roof looked like it had stars twinkling above us. The room was magical. The walls around the pool were all made of glass, and I could see most of New York sparkling below us. “Triston, this is beautiful. Where are we?” I turned to look at him, the shadows on his face danced across the sharp contours of his nose and jaw. He was breathtakingly beautiful. “We are on the rooftop pool. Come.” He held out his hand, and I grabbed it. We walked along the side of the pool to the large glass wall. He slid one panel open, and we stepped out onto the concrete roof. We had an almost three-hundred-sixty-degree view of the city. “Oh my god, this is amazing!”
“Emily.” He turned me around, taking both my hands in his. “I am sorry about earlier and about everything. I know you trust my brother. I have a hard time accepting that because I’m scared you’re going to fall in love with him.” The broken man inside surfaced, and I ached to hold him, to make him see how much he meant to me.
“I think you need to start trusting me. I love you, Triston. I’m not running off with your brother. Now, can we swim?” I smiled, hoping he would relax and enjoy our time together. I understood where his worry came from since it’s happened before. His ex-fiancée slept with Bash, but I loved Triston. He smiled and nodded.
We went back inside, and Triston released my hand, jumping into the pool. I was definitely not jumping in. He was almost childlike sometimes, playful and carefree. This was the side that made me fall in love with him. Not to mention the dark, lust-filled side too. I stepped into the water, surprised it wasn’t cold. He stood in the center of the pool and held out his arms as I waded into the water. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him. His hands lifted me up, and I took the cue to wrap my legs around him. “This is so beautiful,” I breathed. He spun us around in the water and walked over to the deep end, the water coming up to our necks.
“You are beautiful, Emily.” His lips met mine. Jolts of lightning shot through me. His shoulder-length hair was dripping wet on his shoulders, his body slick against mine. He untied my bikini top and left it on the side of the pool. “I think you are way overdressed, Miss Reid.” He whispered in my ear, giving me feather light kisses down my neck to my shoulder. I giggled at his naughty side was clearly taking over.
“Well, you better do something about that Mr. Hart,” I whispered, my voice filled with desire for the man I loved. He untied each side of my bikini bottoms, and they joined my top in a wet puddle on the tiles.
“That’s much better.” His voice was dark and dangerous. Kissing every inch of my neck, he moved around in the water, making his way back to the steps. He sat down with me astride his lap, and I felt his arousal between us. After pushing his swim trunks down, I reached down, grabbing it and fisting my hand around him. A growl vibrated in his chest, and I smiled. I stroked him in slow sensual movements, causing him to moan. “I do like making you moan like that, Mr. Hart.” I giggled.
“Do you now?” Amusement was evident on his face. I continued stroking him and felt his hips buck in response to my hand. “Miss Reid, I suggest you stop now,” he insisted, lifting me off him. “Stand on the last step; face me.” I did as he asked and watched him move his lips over my body, alternating between soft kisses and lightly blowing on my wet skin, causing shivers to run over my body. His mouth moved over my stomach flicking his tongue over my belly button, making my legs tremble. He looked up at me. “I do like making you tremble, Miss Reid.” He blew lightly on the heat between my thighs, causing me to moan loudly. “Triston . . .”
He grabbed my hips, spinning me around. “Bend over for me.” That scratchy voice gave me shivers. Holding on to the side of the pool, I bent over in front of him. I was more turned on than ever before. He dripped water down my spine, making me shiver. I moaned again. “Shh . . .,” he warned, and I knew I needed to be silent. I wasn't sure I could.
He dripped water from my neck down my spine again, and a soft moan escaped my lips. His hand landed on my wet skin and stung. I felt myself respond. I was teetering on the edge, and I was sure I was about to fall. He rubbed the area softly, and I pushed back onto his hand. “Mmm, my girl does love being bad, doesn’t she?” I nodded. His fingers stroked the heat between my legs, causing another involuntary moan to escape my lips. The sting on the other side of my ass made my knees tremble with pleasure. His fingers were moving between my legs. “That makes you wet, doesn’t it, Emily?”
I nodded again. He pushed two fingers inside me, and I felt the release wash over me. He grabbed my hip with his right hand, holding me against him as he plunged his fingers inside me. “You do love being a bad girl.” His words are a hoarse whisper, and I whimpered. Another spank came down hard on my ass. He pulled his fingers from my sopping entrance. “I love the taste of you,” he hissed in my ear as he licked his fingers, causing a wave of pleasure to shudder through my body. “Do you want to taste me, my love?” I nodded once more. I was at his mercy; he could do anything to me now, and I would oblige.
“Good.” I turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. Taking him into my mouth I heard his growl. I moved my mouth slowly up and down his hardness, tasting every inch of him. “Oh god Emily,” his words only spurred me on, working my tongue over him. “Stop! I need to be inside you!”
I stood up, looking deep into his eyes, licking my lips. His eyes were black with lust, and I ached to feel him fill me. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me. Walking into t
he water, he pinned me against the wall, and I felt him slowly pushing into me, inch by exquisite inch. My head fell back, and his mouth devoured my neck, chest, and shoulders with soft kisses. His teeth grazed my nipples, and I felt myself teeter on the edge again.
He slammed into me, harder and harder. “Triston,” I moaned, my eyes locked with his as he plunged into me.
“Come for me, Emily. I need you to give me everything!” His words pushed me over the edge as I came undone around him. “That’s my girl. Come harder.” His was unrelenting pinning my back against the edge of the pool. I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. I bit onto his tense shoulder. My nails dug into his back, and I knew he was close. “My turn,” he whispered into my ear, and I felt his teeth sink into my neck as his release filled me.
* * *
I took a sip of wine and watched Triston. He looked calm and relaxed as we sat on the balcony. After the swimming pool, we decided dinner was needed. The swimming pool was one of the most amazing experiences I ever had with someone. Intense, but so was everything Triston and I did. “Thank you for tonight. It was amazing,” I said in a soft voice. His eyes lit up, and I could see the excited little boy beneath those pained blue eyes.
“I love every minute with you, angel. It’s like I’m finally awake. Life means something more than it has in a long time.” His hand squeezed mine, and I smiled. He was reading my mind again. Every time he said something, it was like he was inside me, listening to my thoughts.
“I know the feeling. It’s the same for me. I can’t explain it anymore.” My ringtone blared into the silence. I saw Bash’s name appear on the screen. What did he want? Why would he be calling now? He knew Triston was with me. My eyes flickered up to Triston, and I saw the recognition on his face. He knew who it was.
“I trust you.” He nodded. Getting up, he turned and walked into the living room.
I hit the green button. “Hello, Bash.” I sat back, waiting for his apology.
“Em, I’m sorry for calling so late. I know my brother is there, but I have some paperwork I need to show you. Can I come over?”
I looked into the living room at Triston, unsure what to say. He wasn’t looking at me, but I knew he was anxious. “I don’t know. Let me chat with Triston, and I can let you know?” I stood up and made my way inside.
“Okay, but Emily, This is about Blake. I found him.” My blood ran cold; I didn’t think Triston would mind Bash coming over with information like that.
“Come over.”
I hung up, and Triston looked back at me. His face betrayed anger, but I needed Bash here. “Did you just invite my brother here?” I nodded. “Emily, I don’t think—”
“He found Blake.”
Chapter Thirteen
I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, my laptop perched on my thighs as I typed out the marketing plan for Tribal Fuel. I glanced up, watching the brothers go through the paperwork Bash had brought. There was no mention of anything else between them, which was good. At least they were having a civil conversation. I observed their interaction; it looked so natural to see them together. Triston had called James, who was on his way over. They had a plan to go to the apartment and have Blake arrested. There was evidence in the documents Bash brought that could help our case. “I’m going with you, Triston.” Bash was adamant he wanted to go, but Triston didn’t want to hear about it.
“No, I want you here. Protect Emily. I want to be the one to knock this son of a bitch out!” I stared at Triston. He just asked Bash to stay with me. “If he knows we’re onto him, he’s going to try something,” he continued. “Please brother?” He held out his hand. I held my breath. Was this the moment they finally made up? The seconds ticked by as I watched the exchange. Bash grabbed his brother’s hand, and they shook on it.
Bash nodded. “I will stay with her.” The buzzer went, and I knew James was here. I needed a drink. My nerves were shattered. I didn’t want Triston anywhere near Blake, but I didn’t want Bash near him either. Triston opened the apartment door, and it filled with testosterone. I walked into the kitchen; I couldn’t sit anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on anything.
Bash turned to me. “Em, I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you.” He took my hand, and I nodded and gave him a small smile.
Triston walked back into the kitchen. His eyes fell on my hand in Bash’s, and I saw his eyes flicker with darkness. Pulling my hand away, I walked over to him. “Please be careful,” I pleaded.
He wrapped his arms around me and mumbled into my hair, “Of course I will.”
“Mr. Hart, we need to go.” James’s deep voice echoed in the open-plan area. He sounded serious, and I knew he was ready for a fight, although I hoped it didn’t come to that.
“Sebastian, thank you for staying with her.” Triston gave him a nod then looked down at me, giving me a soft kiss. “I have to go, angel; I’ll be back soon.” He turned and left with James. It hit me with sudden ferocity, and I felt faint. Bash’s arms were around me in an instant. “Emily!” He scooped me up and carried me to the living room. Sitting me on the sofa, he walked into the kitchen. “Can I get you some water or tea?”
I shook my head. “Can you get us some wine? In the shelf over there?” I pointed to the wine rack and sat back. I turned on the iPod because I couldn’t handle the quiet anymore. Insanely, I thought I should have gone with them, but I knew there would be no way in hell Triston would have allowed me to go.
Bash came back with two glasses of red. “Here you go.” His smile was warm, his presence calming, and I relaxed a little. He sat next to me in comfortable silence, listening to the song. I guess he was waiting for me to say something. “Thank you for staying.”
“Where else would I be?” His eyes locked on mine, and I saw it. I saw the look I didn’t want to see on his face. I stood up, needing fresh air.
“Come with me.” I walked toward the balcony doors and tried to slide them open with one hand, the other holding my wine. I felt Bash behind me. He reached out to help me, and his hand brushed mine. “Let me,” he whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver at his proximity.
As soon as the door slid open far enough, I stepped out and away from him. “Bash, please don’t?”
“I was helping you open the door.” He frowned in confusion. He was completely unaware of himself, or he was just good at hiding it. I smiled and turned to face the city. We stood side by side, watching the last traces of sunlight on the horizon disappear. “It’s beautiful up here.” His voice sounded far away like he was deep in thought.
“Yeah, it is.” The lights twinkled on as the sun finally set. “It was nice to see you and Triston talking this afternoon.” I turned to him. “I mean, I was just happy you both didn’t punch each other.” I smiled at his amused expression.
“Well, he knows I could kick his ass. I’m sure he didn’t want to have that happen in front of his girlfriend,” he joked. His face betrays his emotions as he said the words. I knew he liked me; it was apparent, but I just wished it wasn’t so difficult.
“Bash—” Before I could finish, we heard a loud crash in the bedroom.
“What the fuck?” Bash put his glass on the table and ran inside. I followed him in, Bash grabbing the large knife laying on the kitchen counter. He walked slowly toward the noise, and I followed close behind. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt the prickle of fear over my skin.
Bash pushed the door open, and my breath caught when we came face to face with Blake. “Ah, there’s my little wife. Got the other brother to protect you now? Drop the knife.” He aimed the gun at Bash. The realization of the situation dawned on me, and I shook with fear. Bash dropped the knife. “What the hell do you want, man? Leave her alone!” Blake’s eyes blazed with anger, his gaze flickering between the two of us. I silently prayed Triston and James would have forgotten something.
“Shut up! This has nothing to do with you! Come here, Emily.” His sneer made my blood run cold. I knew I couldn’t refuse
him; he would hurt Bash. Walking toward him, I shivered. He grabbed my hand, pulling me next to him. I took a deep breath and my eyes locked on Bash’s. “Now, you and I are going to take a little trip. If your boyfriend over here tries anything, I will show him who the boss is.”
Blake’s arm wrapped around my throat as he dragged me back toward the broken glass doors. “Emily!” Bash took two steps forward when Blake shot a warning into the ceiling. I screamed and shut my eyes, fear paralyzing me. “Go! There is a fire escape. You’re going to climb down, and no fucking tricks!” I walked on shaky legs toward the stairs.
I was on the first step when I heard a shot. Spinning around, I noticed Blake had gone back inside. I heard a shout and something smashing. I ran back up and made my way into the bedroom. The two men were fighting, but I saw blood and fear grabbed my throat. Bash landed a cracking punch, and Blake flew into the glass door of the balcony, smashing it to pieces. My hands flew over my mouth. Blake’s face was bleeding, and I blinked the tears away.
Turning around, I saw the gun lying on the floor and Bash’s arm bleeding. I was in complete shock. “Call 911, Emily!” Bash shouted, and I snapped out of my shock. My whole body was shaking as adrenalin pumped through my veins. I grabbed the landline and dialed. “Yes, I have an emergency. There’s an intruder in my home, and someone has been shot. There’s blood. I don’t know. Yes,” I mechanically rambled answers to the lady on the line and gave her the address. When I hung up, I ran to Bash. I grabbed a scarf and tied it around his arm. The shot grazed him, but there was blood everywhere. My hands were red, and I started crying. Without thinking, I grabbed him in a tight hug. “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” His right arm embraced me, my tears soaking his T-shirt.
