Tryst

by Marie York

  Tryst

  He’s her fantasy come to life.

  By Marie York

  COPYRIGHT

  All rights reserved.

  Printed in the United States of America.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without prior written permission of the author except where permitted by law.

  Published by Marie York

  Copyright July 2015

  Cover Photo by PawelSierak

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.

  Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Part 1

  Lyla

  Chapter 1

  2 Years Ago

  Sweat beaded between my breasts, and I tried to focus on my notes and not my senior seminar partner. Even though he was across the table, I could feel that deep sinister stare on me. It pierced through my skin and went right to my very core.

  Jaxon Reed was the ultimate eye candy. He was tall and lean with the right amount of muscle that you just wanted to run your hands over, at least once, to know what perfection actually felt like. The mystery behind his dark eyes drew me in, and the sexy intensity melted me in place.

  Heat pricked at my neck and awareness bloomed inside me. The man was impossible to ignore, but I avoided his eyes while we finished our final project of the semester, refusing to fall under his spell.

  I had a boyfriend—a serious boyfriend—and it was only a matter of time before Kyle proposed. I could already picture the ring glistening on my finger, and the beautiful fit and flair wedding gown adorned in crystal embellishments, hugging my body as I walked down the aisle and toward the man who I would spend the rest of my life with.

  Every facet of our future was planned right down to how many kids we’d have (three, 2 girls and a boy), and where we would live (Long Island, New York).

  Kyle just needed to slide that princess cut ring on my finger, then our future together could be set into motion and everything would be perfect. Just as we always imagined it would be.

  “If you email me your last portion, I can throw it on the PowerPoint and we’ll be all set,.” I made sure not to look at Jaxon as I spoke. Instead, I kept my focus on my notebook, afraid if I didn’t, those eyes of his would numb my mind and make me forget my name.

  “Sure,” he said, his voice just as dark and mysterious as the rest of him.

  “Okay then.” I gathered my books from the table, wanting to get out of the library and far away from Jaxon Reed as soon as possible.

  I was all for window shopping when in a relationship, but the way Jaxon’s mere presence shot heat to my center and made my pussy ache in want was far from appropriate.

  I scooped up the last book and stuffed it into my bag. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Lyla.” Jaxon’s hand grabbed my wrist, his fingers searing my skin. My eyes darted to his grip then slowly drifted up to his gaze. My rule to never look him directly in the eye was long forgotten. I froze completely consumed in his beauty. The way the sharp lines cut across his face like he was carved by a master craftsman. How the slight tilt at the corner of his lip drew my attention directly to his mouth, making me wonder about all the things he could do to me. And mostly how his eyes penetrated right through my very being and made me forget about the world around us.

  “Why are you always in such a rush?” he asked, his voice deep and silky, more potent than his intense gaze.

  After an entire semester and three projects later, I’d never heard him speak more than two words at a time. He favored grunts and nods which only added to his mystique.

  “I…” I couldn’t form a coherent thought and continued to stare, lost in the dark brown intensity. “My boyfriend,” I finally blurted. “He’s waiting for me.” He wasn’t. Kyle still had twenty minutes left of Econ, but I couldn’t tell Jaxon the truth. I couldn’t admit that he made me think X-rated thoughts that no girl with a boyfriend should ever be thinking about another guy. I couldn’t confess that he was a regular guest in my dreams.

  Those were my secrets. My personal fantasies. And they were staying locked in my mind. I felt guilty enough about having them. Could fantasizing about someone else be considered cheating?

  “Boyfriend,” he said, and I could detect a smile in his voice.

  “Yes.” I glared at his hand still scorching my skin. Finger by finger he let go. A slow torture.

  “Should’ve known,” he said.

  Breathless from his hot touch, I cleared my throat. “Should’ve known what?”

  He stood from his chair with his large chest practically pressing into mine. I could feel his heat radiating off of him and mixing with my own. He lowered his head and my breath caught in my throat.

  His masculine scent engulfed me and I couldn’t help but wonder if he tasted as good as he smelled. His warm breath danced across my skin, shooting chills down my spine as he lowered his mouth to me.

  “That you had a boyfriend,” he said against my ear, causing a wave of desire to rush to my core.

  Then he was gone, leaving me wet and alone.

  ***

  Dee, my best friend and roommate, tossed a black miniskirt at me. “What do you think of that with this?” She held up a scoop neck top with a glitter inlay. Her black hair sat just beneath her shoulders in beautiful beach waves.

  “Fancy. Big plans tonight?” I asked.

  She swiped the skirt from my hands and fluttered her eyelashes. “I have a date.”

  I sat up straight and slid to the edge of the bed. Dee didn’t date as much as she did group outings. “With who? And why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

  “Cole Harrison,” she said with the smile she usually reserved for her favorite ice cream. “He’s in my Risk Management class and he’s drop dead gorgeous in that nerdy way.” She bit her lip and a touch of crimson crept up her cheeks. “I never knew glasses could be so hot.”

  “Oh yeah. Clark Kent. Justin Timberlake. Ryan Gosling.”

  “Touché.”

  “So where are you and Cole going?”

  “He suggested Giovanni’s for dinner, and then we’ll probably catch a movie. If things go well, maybe a nightcap.”

  “Is that a hint not to be here later?” I asked.

  “Maybe,” she replied with a wink.

  I laughed and tossed my pillow at her. She dodged it and continued holding different articles of clothing up to herself in the mirror.

  “I’ll probably spend the night at Kyle’s place, so feel free to turn this into your sex cave,” I said. “Just don’t do anything on my bed.”

  She picked up my pillow and flung it back at me. We both laughed, and I tucked my pillow behind me. I’d miss this. In a week we’d be packing up and moving out. Four years had felt like a lifetime and I couldn’t imagine not seeing Dee every day. No more late-night fast food runs and no more impromptu chick flick weekends.

  But as the saying went, all good things must come to an end. Besides, the future looked bright. Come Friday, I’d be moving in with Kyle and after the summer we would be getting our own place, no roommates, and starting our new lives away from school. I was terrified and excited of the unknown, but I knew as long as he was at my side, we’d be able to handle anything.

  I stood from the bed and tossed my arms around Dee, squeezing her tight from the side.

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “What’s this?” she asked and rested her hands on my arms.

  “I’m just going to miss you so much.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. Just because we don’t live together doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other again.” />
  “I know. But what if we have opposite schedules, or you get into that amazing program in Michigan? That’s so far away!” I had no doubt in my mind that Dee wouldn’t get into the program. She was the smartest woman I knew.

  “We have phones and FaceTime.”

  “It’s not going to be the same,” I whined.

  “And what about you? You’re going to get a job in the city at some big shot marketing firm, and when you’re not there, you’ll be playing house in the suburbs with Kyle.”

  I smiled at the thought of commuting every day. Going out for happy hour with clients and then coming home to my husband. My smile vanished when Jaxon Reed unexpectedly popped into my thoughts.

  Why couldn’t I get him out of my head? I shook his dark mysterious gaze from my mind and focused on Kyle’s adorable smile and big blue eyes. Kyle was who I would go home to every night. He was who I would marry and have a family with.

  He might not have been mysterious and sinfully hot but he was focused and driven. Both good qualities in a man. We would go after our dreams together and be at each other’s sides to celebrate our accomplishments. Our future together might not be built on blind passion but our lives weren’t a movie. We were real people and what we had was practical, and that was what made it special. There was no mystery, and I was perfectly okay with that.

  I liked to see our lives planned out in black and white. It gave me a clear vision for what to expect, and because of that, there was no room for disappointment.

  “You’re right. I won’t have time for you. I’ll be too busy with my new awesome life,” I said, thinking of Kyle and only Kyle.

  Dee smacked my ass, and I jumped. “You better not be too busy for me,” she said with her hands on her hips.

  “Never.” I picked up the skirt she’d discarded three times already and handed it to her. “Now go make yourself irresistible for Mr. Hottie with the glasses.”

  As soon as she stepped out of the room to head to the bathroom, Kyle disappeared from my mind and Jaxon overtook my thoughts.

  And I let him.

  Chapter 2

  Between studying for finals and putting the finishing touches on my presentation with Jax, I’d barely seen Kyle, and decided to surprise him Wednesday night. I slipped into my white lace boy shorts and matching bra—Kyle’s favorite—then shimmied into my black maxi dress. The dress cut just low enough to reveal the roundness of my breasts, and was sure to grab Kyle’s attention.

  I dabbed my favorite scent on my neck and behind my ears before grabbing my keys and heading out into the stifling, stagnant air.

  The days were getting hotter and by the weekend we’d be at a record-breaking high. I couldn’t wait to have the sand beneath my toes and the salty ocean air blowing across my skin. One week of classes left then I could thoroughly enjoy those long, lazy days at the beach before starting my summer internship.

  I hopped into Bertha, my Volkswagen Jetta with more miles on her than a retired hooker, and headed to Kyle’s.

  He lived in an apartment with two roommates just on the other side of town. It would be an adjustment when I moved into his room in a week. There’d be no escaping the testosterone overload. I’d be immersed in it with no place to escape to. Luckily, it was only temporary.

  Ten minutes later, I pulled up to his building and threw Bertha in park. I checked my makeup, adding a little more lip gloss to my already shiny lips. I wanted Kyle’s eyes to be drawn to my mouth as soon as I walked in the door.

  It’d been two weeks since Kyle and I had sex. Between studying and getting ready for the end of the semester, it had been hard to find the time. No wonder I got so turned on by a simple whisper from Jaxon. I was obviously deprived.

  The last few weeks had been stressful with finals, and tonight I planned on destressing the both of us. Massages, soft music, and a bottle of wine were just what the doctor ordered. I grabbed the wine, I’d picked up earlier from the backseat, and the corkscrew I brought from my place, because after three years in the same apartment, Kyle never thought to buy one.

  At the door, I knocked twice then let myself in. Aaron and Scott, Kyle’s roommates, never understood why I even bothered to knock first. As if they both forgot about the time I walked in on Aaron, butt naked, pounding into a girl on the couch. I thought about bleaching my eyes out but the image was engrained into my brain.

  I never did sit on that couch again...

  Aaron, Scott, and Kyle were bent over the kitchen island completely focused on whatever was in front of them. They didn’t even lift their heads to acknowledge me as I made my way toward them.

  Scott pointed and dragged his finger. “I think if we take this route, we could hit all destinations.”

  “What destinations?” I asked, coming up behind them.

  All three guys turned their heads toward me and I peeked through their arms. A map of Europe was rolled out and marked up with notes and dates.

  “Lyla, what are you doing here?” Kyle ran a hand over his light brown hair before giving me a kiss. His lips were soft and desperation to end my dry spell consumed me.

  I secretly hoped he would scoop me up in his arms and tell his roommates to take a hike, but luck didn’t seem to be on my side. He didn’t even notice my dress.

  “I wanted to surprise you.” I held up the bottle of wine. “Surprise.”

  Kyle smiled, but it fell short.

  I shifted from one foot to the other, hoping I didn’t look as uncomfortable as I suddenly felt. “I just feel like we haven’t seen each other.”

  He pressed his lips to my forehead, and I relished in the familiar touch. The awkward feeling that had begun to consume me started to dissipate. “We’ve both been busy,” he said.

  I smiled, because he was right, then pointed to the map. “What are you guys up to?”

  “Aaron and Scott are going to backpack through Europe this summer.” There was an excitement in Kyle’s voice that slowly faded. “They were showing me all the places they want to stop, and we were trying to figure out the best route.”

  “Wow. Europe. For the entire summer. Do you have a place to stay?”

  Aaron and Scott loved to come up with big plans but they never planned accordingly. Which is how they got stuck in Mexico sophomore year without a way home when they ran out of money.

  “We’re going to couch hop,” Aaron answered matter-of-factly.

  I felt like I should know what that was but I was completely clueless. “What’s that?”

  “There’s this site on the internet where people post and take in tourists to sleep on their couches.”

  “That sounds dangerous.”

  “It saves us a shitload of money,” Scott explained. “Plus, it will make for a pretty awesome time.”

  “More like epic!” Aaron gave Scott an over enthusiastic high-five.

  I laughed. “And the start of a horror movie.”

  “It’s spontaneous and fun,” Kyle chimed in.

  “But not very safe,” I argued.

  “Sometimes you just need to go with the flow and embrace the unexpected,” Kyle said.

  “I do.” I pouted. “Which is why I’m here.” I fluttered my eyelashes and gave Kyle my sex-kitten eyes. If he wanted to embrace the unexpected, then he needed to bring me to his bedroom. I was primed and ready for whatever he wanted to do behind closed doors.

  He must’ve picked up on the hint because he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and saluted the guys goodbye. “I’ll catch you guys later,” he said and guided me to his room.

  The door shut, and impatience overtook me. I planted my lips on his, eager for his attention, and pinning him against the door. I dropped my bag and the bottle of wine to the carpeted floor as his hands rested on my face.

  Anticipation caused a smile to cross my lips, and he backed me up until my legs hit the bed. I collapsed onto the mattress and he parted my thighs with his knee as he hovered above me, never letting his mouth leave mine.

  Needing more, d
esperate for all that he would give me, I parted my lips, and skimmed my tongue along his crease. A low moan rumbled up his throat as he accepted my invitation.

  His hand glided across my stomach, pushing under my shirt. He ran his index finger back and forth then in slow circles over the thin material of my bra. I whimpered and arced into him, impatient with his slow approach. I wanted fast and frantic and he was always trying to slow me down.

  He answered my impatience by pinching my nipple between his fingers. I let out a quiet yelp, and he continued to kiss me with the same unhurried movements.

  Taking control, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Now that things were in motion, Kyle removed my bra then dipped his head, taking the tight pink bead into his mouth.

  I lifted, pushing my core into the hard bulge in his pants.

  “Now,” I said against his ear as he trailed soft kisses down my neck and behind my ear.

  I shoved my pants down, unzipped his, and hooked my leg over his hip. He pushed into me and I gripped his shoulders as he moved in and out of me with slow deliberate thrusts. His body tensed as his thrusts picked up speed.

  A couple minutes later he threw his head back, and it was over, leaving me unsatisfied. He rolled off of me and rested his hand on his chest.

  “That was great,” he said.

  I wished it had lasted long enough for me to orgasm... Still, I was content—happy to relish in the after-sex glow with him. I cuddled into his side and listened to the fast beat of his heart.

  “I can’t believe Scott and Aaron are really going to Europe.” I closed my eyes, then realization popped them open again. “Does that mean we’ll have the place all to ourselves?”

  We wouldn’t have to wait until we got our own place to have privacy. I was practically jumping up and down on the inside, thinking of how amazing the summer would be with just the two of us.

  “Actually, no. I can’t afford the rent without them, and even if you chip in, we still need another roommate. I’ve already posted an ad.”

  I sat up and crossed my legs. “So why don’t we start looking for a place now? We can start our lives sooner.” A smile spread wide across my face, but Kyle shook his head.