Choosing the Hart: A Love Triangle

by René, Dani

  Triston sat back. “I do love a challenge.” He wrapped his arm around me, and we watched the waves on the shore. A few minutes later, our waitress returned with the platter. The food looked marvelous. It was then I realized how hungry I was. We hadn’t eaten since leaving New York that morning. I grabbed one of the cheese breadsticks and dipped it in the hummus. As I brought it to my mouth, I felt Triston’s gaze on me. I decided to tease him, licking the hummus off the tip and slowly biting into it.

  He averted his gaze quickly. “Jesus, Emily!” he mumbled under his breath. I giggled, knowing I had affected him.

  “What’s wrong, Triston?” I asked him innocently.

  “Nothing. I think I’m just hungry.” He put a few starters on his plate. I dipped the bread in another salsa dip and copied my earlier actions. Triston’s eyes were glued to my mouth, and I felt my stomach flip-flop at the lust-filled expression on his face. He blinked, turning his head away, and proceeded to fill our glasses with water.

  His hand went back to gripping my thigh, holding my leg in place, his fingertips caressing my skin causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. When I didn't stop him, he moved his hand higher up my thigh, trailing his feather-light touch on my hot skin. A soft moan escaped my mouth. “Need some ice, angel?” His voice was syrup sweet as he gave me a devilish smile. He made my body ignite. The game he enjoyed made me smile. He continued to surprise and excite me in so many ways.

  “Yes, please.” I scooped up a small block of ice from the glass. Holding it to my lips, I sucked on it, rubbing the ice over my top lip then my bottom. His eyes blazed again, watching the water drip slowly onto my cleavage. “Oops!” I wiped the water with my index finger, putting it in my mouth, sucking my finger with a smirk on my face. His eyes were mesmerized by my actions.

  “Are we going to eat tonight? Or did you want me to take you into the restroom and fuck you?” He growled, and my body clenched in anticipation.

  “Well, you did say you were better at this than I was. I was just trying to get ahead.” I smiled, finishing the wine in my glass. Our waitress came back to take our food order. The temperature dropped, but I knew his mind was elsewhere as he ordered our dinner. When she left, I leaned my head on his shoulder. My teeth bit the smooth skin of his exposed neck. “I would rather have you for dinner, Mr. Hart . . .” My whisper trailed off, and I kissed his neck.

  “Miss Reid, I’m going to be having you for dessert. Now behave, or there will be harsh consequences later.”

  I sat up straight, giggling at his expression. “Okay, Mr. Hart, I will try to behave.” I gave him my most innocent smile. “I’m going to the restroom. Don’t go anywhere!” I stood and walked to the back of the restaurant. My body was on fire, and my panties were soaked. I needed Triston more than I imagined possible. I walked down the hallway toward the restrooms. When I felt him behind me, I wasn’t surprised. I knew he couldn’t resist. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into the women’s restroom, pulling me into a stall and locking the door behind us.

  Pinning me against the wall, his mouth crashed into mine as his tongue licked into me. I arched my back, pushing myself into his firm body, feeling every rigid inch of him. His right hand held my wrists above my head. Pushing my legs apart with his knee, his left hand moved up my thigh, finding the heat between my legs.

  A growl emitted from his chest as his fingers moved my panties to the side, finding me soaking wet. He pushed two fingers into me suddenly, causing my hips to move against him. I moaned into the kiss. We heard the door open and close, but his attention was relentless. He didn’t stop for a second. I was about to come undone when suddenly he stopped. “Now, Miss Reid, we should go and have dinner,” he whispered. He straightened his shirt and unlocked the stall. Making sure no one saw him, he dashed out of the restroom, leaving me panting and on edge.

  * * *

  When I walked back to the table, I gave him a small smile and noticed our dinner had arrived. I was so high-strung when I slid into the booth, and my arm brushed him, every nerve in my body was electrified. “You okay, angel? You look flushed.” He gave me a naughty smile, and I stuck my tongue out at him. “Miss Reid, I will bite that tongue.”

  I picked up my cutlery. “Mr. Hart, what you did in there was so unfair. Not to worry, though. I will definitely get my revenge.” I smiled and winked at him.

  “I did nothing that you didn’t want me to do.” He put a forkful of salad in his mouth. I decided eating dinner would be best. I needed to distract myself from the feel of him pinning me against the wall and his fingers inside me. Picking up my glass, I took a large gulp of wine. “I want you to sit still and be very quiet, okay?” He turned toward me. Seeing my confused expression, he continued. “I want to try something.”

  He picked up an ice cube. “Carry on as normal. You don’t want to attract attention to us, do you?” I shook my head, but my heart leaped into my throat.

  “No, but you’re scaring me.” I giggled.

  He took the ice cube with his right hand and circled it over my knee. He looked so calm, eating his salad while moving his hand higher on the inside of my thigh. I felt the ice melting from the heat of his hand, and it slowly dripped down my leg. “Triston!” I hissed at him. A naughty smile curved his lips. He moved his hand higher, the skirt of my dress pushed up by his hand as the ice reached the top of my inner thigh. “You really are my bad girl, Miss Reid.” He cleared his throat, and I knew he was turned on as I was. The fact that we were in public made me tremble at the risk we were taking. Finally, I felt the last drops of water on my thighs as his hand came into full contact with the apex between my thighs.

  A small moan escaped my lips. “Miss Reid, would you like some more wine?” he asked nonchalantly as his fingers stroked the moist material of my panties. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The waitress came back to our table. Triston’s hand didn’t move. I felt myself blush as she asked if everything was okay.

  “Yes, thank you. Everything is amazing. Another bottle of wine, please?” Triston’s voice was calm and relaxed, his fingers slowly stroking me. The knot in my stomach was so tightly wound. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand from moving. As she scurried off, Triston turned to me. “You’re doing so well. You’re close, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I hissed, keeping my voice low.

  He pulled his hand away quickly. “We can leave that for later.” He slowly licked his fingers. “Goddamn, you taste like honey.”

  “Triston, please?” I begged him. I needed to find my release somehow. His eyes were locked on mine, and I silently pleaded with him. He stared at me, debating what to do.

  Finally, he asked, “Can you be quiet?” I nodded. His hand snaked its way between my legs. Moving the tablecloth over my lap as his fingers pushed aside my panties. “Mmm, I love how wet you are,” he whispered. He plunged two fingers inside me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “You need to be very quiet. Understand?” I nodded, picking up my wine and taking a small sip as he plunged into the soaking depths of my body. I watched as everyone in the restaurant went on with their business, completely oblivious.

  Our waitress came back with the wine, which she opened and left on the table for us. “Thank you.” Triston’s voice was so calm. I was surprised at how he could be so relaxed. I felt a third finger filling me, and I felt myself teeter on the edge. I needed this so much. In the dim light of our table, I leaned my head on his shoulder. His fingers moved faster and faster. “Come for me, my naughty angel.” His voice was hoarse and low — my release shuddering through me as I squeezed my thighs around his hand. I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming as my body shook. He stopped moving his fingers and kissed my cheek. “You are so sexy, Miss Reid.” Pulling his hand out from under the table, he licked his fingers clean as he stared at me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  We walked along the beach, Triston’s hand in mine. “You surprise me every day, Miss Reid.” Under the light of the full moon, his face looked a
ngelic.

  “I do? Why is that?” He stopped, turned, and faced me. Pulling me against his taut body, he wrapped his arms around me. “Because you’re not afraid of me. You’re always open to trying new things, and because I love you.” He kissed me softly, teasing my lips apart with his tongue. I dropped my shoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and tangled my fingers in his long hair. His scent was intoxicating, sweet and spicy all rolled into one. His fingers ran up and down my spine. He had a way of touching me so lightly my whole body shook in anticipation.

  Triston pulled away. We were both breathless. “I love you too, Triston.”

  “Come on, I want to show you something.” Triston picked up my shoes, and we walked down the beach. It was a busy evening along the promenade. Bars and restaurants were teeming with people. “Where are we going?”

  “To the park over there.” He pointed next to the hotel. We walked in comfortable silence as I watched people passing by. Couples walking hand in hand, just like us. It was a strange feeling to be with someone after such a long time, to feel something this intense.

  “Swing?” I asked Triston, pointing to the bench swing in the park we had just entered.

  He smiled. “Sure.” It looked over the ocean, and the lights from the hotels sparkled on the water.

  “It’s so beautiful out here. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this view every day.” I turned to Triston, my legs resting on his lap with his warm, soft hands feeling so good on my skin.

  “It is. That’s why I wanted to bring you out here. I wanted to talk to you about something.” His face took on a serious expression. When his eyes met mine, they looked so solemn my heart raced. Why did he always look like he was about to break up with me? My mind started working overtime, and in those few minutes before he spoke, I held my breath. “Having you in my apartment this past week has been . . . Incredible. I was thinking about you going back to your apartment.” He stopped and looked at me. “I don’t want you to.” His lips curved into a smile. “Will you move in with me, Emily?”

  My whole body relaxed. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Jesus, don’t ever do that to me again!” I slapped his arm. “Why did you look like you were about to say something bad?” I glared at him in frustration.

  “I was testing you. I needed to see if you really wanted me!” An amused expression crossed his face, and I knew he was trying to frustrate me.

  “Ugh, you are so frustrating! I’m going to the hotel.” I got up and walked barefoot down to the sand. I heard Triston run up behind me. Grabbing me around the waist, he lifted me and spun me around. “Put me down!” I giggled. He slowly let me down and turned me around to face him. Grabbing my face in his hands, he lightly brushed his lips on mine.

  “Let’s go back to the room. We can sit on the balcony and have some wine.” I nodded. I had a few other ideas of what we could do on the balcony.

  * * *

  Back in the room, I noticed the concierge service had turned down the bed and left mints on the pillows. I decided to change into my boy shorts and a tank top. When I came out of the bathroom, Triston was watching something on the television. He turned to me. “Did you want some wine now, angel?” I nodded, opened the small bar fridge, and found a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. “Will this do, Mr. Hart?”

  He squinted at the label as I held it up. I giggled at him trying to decipher the name on the label. “Yes, I think you have good taste, Miss Reid.” He winked and got up, heading to the bathroom, leaving me to pour the wine. I picked up both glasses and opened the balcony doors. Stepping outside, the warm breeze enveloped me. I put the glasses on the table and looked at the full moon shining down onto the dark water. The color of the ocean reminded me of Triston’s eyes when he let his darker side take over. My mind replayed the scene in the restaurant, and I shivered. “Is it cold?” His arms were around me, and I noticed he wasn’t wearing a top, his hot smooth skin on my back.

  “No, I was just thinking.” I turned to face him. I knew I didn’t answer him earlier. I looked into those startling blue eyes. “I was thinking about what you asked me down there.” I motioned to the beach. “About moving in together.” I kept my face as serious as I could.

  A frown creased his brow. I could tell he was tense, waiting for my answer. “Yes, I remember. And what was the answer?”

  “Well, I think it’s . . .” His hands held my face, and his eyes locked on mine. “I think it’s a brilliant idea!” I giggled as I saw the relief wash over him.

  He picked me up and spun me around. “I knew you couldn’t resist me any longer!” I giggled as he held me against his bare chest. I was fully aware of his toned body and the heat radiating from him.

  “Like I resisted you in the restaurant earlier?” I winked.

  “One of the top ten experiences of my life.” He let me down slowly and picked up his wine. “To moving in together! This actually calls for champagne, but I guess the wine will have to do.” We clinked glasses, and I took a sip. It cooled me down somewhat from the heat of the day, as well as Triston’s distracting heat.

  I turned to look at the ocean. “It reminds me of your eyes.”

  “What?” he questioned.

  “The ocean, when you’re . . . Uhm . . . you know?” I blushed, suddenly feeling shy in front of him. I wasn’t sure why. After everything we’ve done together.

  “When I am what?” He pulled me against him. My ass against his groin, feeling him grow hard against me.

  “Come on, Triston, you know what I mean.” I laughed. He leaned down and kissed my neck, his lips warm and wet. He left a trail of soft kisses up my neck. His teeth grazed my earlobe, biting gently, sending sparks through me. “Triston,” I moaned loudly.

  “You’re the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “And you to me, Triston. You should know that by now,” I whispered, taking another sip of wine, my mind calming down from the stress of the past few days.

  “I want to take you inside. I want to make love to you.” He grabbed my hand and led me into the room. Triston hooked his fingers at the bottom of my tank and pulled it up over my head. He pulled down my shorts. I stood in front of him completely naked. His gaze traveled from my head, over my chest, down between my legs, and to my feet. “I want you so much, Emily. You have no idea what you do to me, every fucking day.” His voice was low, but I could hear the lust dripping from it. There was something different about him tonight, and I was unsure what it was. “I want to try something, but I want you just to tell me if you want me to stop.” I nodded. I trusted him with my life, and I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. “Close your eyes.” I did as he said, and I heard him move around the room. I felt the soft material cover my eyes and felt him tie a knot at the back of my head. He leaned in close and gave me a few soft kisses on my shoulder. I felt him move down, and I smiled in my darkness.

  His lips were on my legs, soft, light, and warm, kissing his way up, and I felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin on my hips. I trembled at the attention his lips were giving me. His mouth traveled slowly up my body, over my hardening nipples, and to my neck. I felt his hot breath on my neck. “I love you,” he whispered softly, and goosebumps rose on the back of my neck. I would never tire of hearing those words from him.

  He took both my hands and led me to the bed. I laid back on the pillows, and he continued his slow torture of my skin. He moved between my legs, and his fingers stroked my entrance, my hips rising to his palm. His middle finger slid into me. He hooked it, and I shivered. He continued sliding his fingers into me, making me wetter than ever.

  The heat was building inside me, and I was aching for him. He was taking his time, slower and softer than he usually was. The fact that I couldn’t see what he was planning made me anxious. My other senses heightened to the point of ecstasy. I moaned his name.

  He reached up and undid the blindfold. “I want you to see.” His comment confused me, but not for long. He got off the bed and unbuttoned hi
s jeans. I watched as they fell down his hips and noticed he was rock hard. “This is what you do to me every moment of every day.” He crawled back over me, supporting his weight on his elbows. I felt him tease my entrance with his hardness, and my hips lifted to meet his. His smile was beautiful. “I want you too . . .” His words trailed off as he slid into me. It was slow, exquisite torture. He didn’t enter me fully, sliding back out, leaving me panting and writhing beneath him. His hand gripped his erection and continued his teasing, rubbing up and down my slick entrance mercilessly. “Do you want me, Emily?” he whispered in my ear, his voice soft and calm.

  I nodded. “Please. Triston, please?” I begged shamelessly.

  He pushed into me again, kissing my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to pull him closer when he stopped. “Be patient, angel.” I let my legs back down as he slid into me, filling me completely now. His hips thrust back and forth gently as it was delicious torture. He leaned back up. “I told you, I want to make love to you.”

  My body was on fire at his words. I watched his veins and muscles pulse as he continued his slow assault. He sat up, lifting my knees against his hips. My view improved as I watched his sculpted body move, pushing inside me. Every movement caused his abs to tense. I could have come undone just watching that. He started moving faster, and I lifted my hips to match his movements. Our eyes locked. His face was one of pure ecstasy. “You feel so fucking amazing around me. I love being inside you, angel.” Our movements hastened as I felt my climax build. I watched Triston’s body tense, and I knew he was close. He lowered himself over me again, and we moved together. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Our lips were on fire as his tongue invaded my mouth. “Come for me, Emily. I need you to submit to me.” At his order, my body exploded. He thrust into me again, and I felt his release fill me.