Clinched

by Nikki Ash

  “Is that what you want? You want me to fist your hair and fuck your wet mouth until I come?” His dirty talk has me dripping and I nod emphatically, the thought of his cock driving in and out of my mouth, turning me on. I’ve learned the last few weeks how amazing sex can be. How passionate and raw and mesmerizing intimacy can be with a man you truly care about and trust. At first, Tristan was gentle with me, but each time he asked me to tell him what I wanted, I found myself begging him to take things a bit further. A bit rougher. A bit rawer. There doesn’t seem to be a limit as to how much I want this man. It never feels like it’s enough. I’m always left wanting and needing and craving more. More of him. More of his touch. More of…everything that is Tristan.

  My hands go to his muscular thighs to steady myself as his fingers grasp my hair tightly, pulling my face toward him. My mouth stays open as he begins to gently make love to my mouth. But I need more—I need to be fucked. I’m like a caged animal being let out into the wild each time we’re together. I want to explore and experience everything with this man knowing I’m safe with him.

  Grabbing his butt cheeks, I pull his lower body toward me, his dick hitting my throat once again, showing him what I need, and like always, he gets it. He pulls back slightly then pushes back into my mouth a little harder as he bottoms out in my throat. My moans of pleasure reverberate around his cock, his thrusts turning savage as he fucks my face. My mouth is so wet, drool drips down my chin. My throat gags and I can feel the tears dripping down my face, but I don’t care. Because I am with a man who wants me and cherishes me. I am with a man who adores me, who cares about me, who would never hurt me, not physically or emotionally. I am safe with him. My pussy is tingling at this thought, needing more, needing it all.

  I consider bringing my fingers to my pussy when Tristan says, “Charlie…fuck, baby…I’m going to come.” He tries to pull back but I’m not having it. I need to taste him, swallow him. I need everything from him. Every last damn drop. My lips tighten around him, my tongue stroking his shaft as he pumps into me once, twice, three times as his head goes back, the look of pleasure on his face that has me wanting to please him for the rest of my life. I feel his cock getting harder, the sperm traveling up his shaft, and then it’s shooting into my mouth and coating my tongue before it travels down my throat. I swallow his seed until his dick begins to deflate. Once I know he’s finished, I gently swipe my tongue across his head, swirling around the crown until there isn’t a single drop of cum left.

  Pulling back, I stand up, suddenly shy. Tristan’s hands come up to my face, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks, eliciting a smile from me. He bends slightly, pushing my shorts and panties down, and then I’m in the air and being placed back onto the counter, the cool granite sending shivers up my spine. My legs are spread and Tristan’s fingers are pulling my pussy lips apart, his tongue darting across my clit.

  I’m wet and horny and so goddamned turned on that when Tristan adds his fingers to the mix, my orgasm hits almost instantly. My butt threatens to bow off the counter but Tristan’s hand holds me down as he licks and sucks and fingers me through my climax.

  Once I’ve come down from my orgasmic high, Tristan leans over me and gives me a soft kiss. “I made us a picnic. There’s champagne and food over there on the floor. Let’s celebrate.”

  “Only if you agree to let me lick the champagne off your body.”

  “That can definitely be arranged.”

  I’m sitting on a chartered plane with Lexi, Mason, Tristan, Morgan, and her boyfriend Adam, heading to Breckenridge, Colorado where Tristan’s family has a vacation home near a ski resort. The doctor confirmed Morgan is in fact pregnant, almost three months along to be exact, and she is planning to tell her parents when we arrive. That’s probably for the best since anybody who has ever been pregnant can tell she’s carrying a baby. She’s slightly pale yet she has that pregnancy glow going on. She isn’t quite showing, but her body is already changing, and unfortunately, she is still throwing up even though she’s close to being out of her first trimester.

  It’s three days before Thanksgiving and exactly one year since my entire world came crashing down—since I woke up and found out my daughter was dead and I wished to God my life would end as well. If you would’ve asked me a year ago, I would’ve told you I would never step foot on another private plane again. Leaving Justin meant leaving behind the wealth and accommodations. But I guess it’s a good thing Tristan has the money and means to charter a plane. I was able to get on using the fake ID I had created with the name Charlie Pratt. I never would have gotten away with that on a commercial flight.

  Tristan takes my hand in his, bringing it up for a kiss. I told him last night the significance of today’s date. But the truth is, just like the day Georgia died, the days following were just as foggy. I spent a few days in the hospital, heavily medicated, and it wasn’t until I returned home that things started to finally become clear.

  One month after Georgia’s death…

  I’m lying in bed pretending to be asleep when I hear the door shut loudly and Justin talking on the phone. He stops whatever he’s saying when he gets to our room, and when he thinks I’m asleep he continues his call. “I want her admitted. It’s obvious she’s suffering from depression and is suicidal…I don’t care…she shouldn’t have tried to leave me…just tell them she’s abusing drugs and her husband is committing her…” His voice trails off the farther away he gets from the room.

  I hear his office door shut and my eyes snap open in shock. What a lying bastard! How dare he say I’m abusing drugs. He’s the one who has tried to shove pills down my throat every day since I got home from the hospital. At first, I did what he said. I took the pills he insisted I take—the pills he said the doctor insisted I take. But when I woke up one afternoon and he told me I slept through Georgia’s funeral, a funeral I didn’t even remember him telling me about, I stopped taking the pills. I asked him to take me to see her but he said I wasn’t up for it and handed me more pills. I pretended to take them but as soon as he turned his back, I spit them out and shoved them under the mattress. Once I heard him leave, I got up and flushed the pills down the toilet.

  And for the last couple weeks I’ve continued to do the same thing while I formulate a new plan to escape. With Georgia gone, I have absolutely no reason to stay here. I have the money I put away, and with our daughter dead, I doubt Justin will even care if I leave.

  I replay his conversation in my head. He mentioned me trying to leave him. He must be referring to before Georgia died, but how did he know I was planning to leave him? And he’s going to have me committed? To where? A mental institution? None of this makes any sense but there’s no way in hell I’m going to stay here to find out.

  “We’re here, babe.” Using his chin, Tristan nudges my head, which is resting on his shoulder, waking me up from my memories. When my head comes up slightly, he meets me halfway giving me a soft kiss. “You good?” he asks when he breaks the kiss. I take a deep, calming breath, thankful that last memory was the final one with Justin in it. The day I found out what he was planning was the day I ran, only that time I was successful.

  “Yeah,” I reply, “I’m good.” I give Tristan a small smile before standing up and making my way to the front to deplane.

  After picking up our rental SUV, we make the drive to the cabin in Breckenridge. The adults are quiet. Adam and Morgan worrying about how the family will take their news, Mason texting god knows who, Tristan driving, and me lost in my thoughts about meeting Tristan’s family.

  Lexi fills the silence with her excitement. She can’t wait to see her cousin Micaela, build a snowman, go snow tubing, and drink hot chocolate. When we pull into the driveway, the cabin is gorgeous. On our way here, Tristan mentioned we’ll be staying in the cabin his family owns, and Bella and Marco’s families will be sharing a separate one they rent every year. I know Tristan is good friends with Bella but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about a woman who str
ung Tristan along and took advantage of his selflessness only to throw him to the side when the father of her baby decided to man up. Tristan assures me it was for the best, and if he can let it go and not be bitter about it, then I guess I need to do the same. After all, her loss is my gain.

  “Yess!! We’re here!” Lexi squeals as she quickly undoes her seatbelt. I jump out of the vehicle to help grab the bags but Lexi has other plans. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me up the driveway toward the front door. The door swings open and out walks a man and woman, who I recognize from the pictures as Tristan’s parents. His mom smiles wide as she opens her arms for Lexi, and without letting go of my hand, Lexi engulfs her grandma in a hug.

  “Oh, Lexi! I missed you so much!” Mrs. Scott gushes over her granddaughter before putting her down, and I have to force back the memories of Justin’s cold and heartless parents.

  “Grandma! This is Charlie. I told you about her on the phone. She is mine and Daddy’s friend. You know the one Daddy loves on, and she lives with us but still in her own house, and she’s building a painting place!”

  And now…I die of embarrassment.

  Mr. and Mrs. Scott look from their granddaughter to me, and then to each other, both smiling and trying to refrain from laughing. If Lexi wasn’t holding my hand hostage, I can almost guarantee I would be running away. Of course, Tristan joins the fun, his arm swinging around my shoulders and tugging my body into his. And does he save me? Nope!

  “Lexi, what have I told you? Charlie isn’t living with us…at least not yet.” He gives me a panty-dropping wink followed by a wet smack of his lips to my cheek, and I wish for the ground to swallow me up.

  “Oh my god,” I groan, trying to hide my face in his neck.

  “Oh! Don’t be embarrassed,” his mom coos. “I’m Ashley and this is Kaden. We have heard so much about you!” She grabs me out of Tristan’s hold and pulls me into a hug—Lexi still holding my hand. “Thank you for making my son and granddaughter happy,” she whispers so only I can hear. I instantly get choked up at her kind words. I’ve only been in the presence of this family for a total of two minutes and I can already tell they’re nothing like Justin’s stuffy, stuck up, cold-hearted parents.

  Ashley pulls back from our hug, her eyes zeroing in on something or someone behind me, and when I turn, I see Morgan standing a few feet back, Adam by her side. The look on Ashley’s face confirms my earlier thoughts. She already knows her daughter is pregnant. Morgan looks so young in this moment as she waits to see how her mom and dad will react to the news, and suddenly, I feel nervous for her.

  But then Ashley closes the gap between her and her daughter, wrapping her arms around her in a motherly hug, and I know everything will be okay. I imagine how I would react if Lexi came home pregnant. After losing Georgia, I don’t think there’s anything Lexi could do that would have me upset. I learned the hard way that life is too short. Clutching my chest, wishing my little girl was here, I feel the hot tears trickling down my cheeks.

  “I need a moment,” I whisper to Tristan, and without waiting for a response, I let go of Lexi’s hand and take off toward… I have no clue where. My mind flitters through memory after memory of my little girl growing up. I only got three goddamned years with her! It’s so unfair! The tears are racing down in bucketful’s when I hear a voice behind me.

  “Are you okay?” I turn around, my breathing labored, as I fight off a panic attack. It’s Tristan’s dad.

  “Oh…umm. Yeah.” I attempt to swipe the still falling tears. “I’m sorry,” I huff out. “I’m just having a bad moment.”

  “Tristan told me,” he says, “about you losing your daughter.” I nod my head, the lump in my throat preventing me from speaking.

  “I went through something similar.” He gives me a sad smile and motions for me to sit on the swinging wooden bench. I must have ended up in the back of their house. We sit down next to each other and he gives me a second to catch my breath before he continues. “I lost my wife and my son. I was driving the car on our way to the hospital when she was in labor. A truck ran a red light and hit us, and they both died.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I choke out, the tears falling once again. “My daughter was hit by a car, only I can’t remember any of it. I blacked out and when I woke up she was gone.”

  Kaden nods his head in understanding. “It’s hard…to balance what we lost with what’s in front of us. To try to love those alive without the guilt of leaving the ones we lost behind.”

  I glance toward him and take a deep breath at the comfort of someone else understanding. “That’s exactly how I feel. When I watched Ashley and Morgan, I imagined how I would feel if Lexi came home pregnant. I felt so guilty that I thought of her and not of Georgia.”

  “I went almost ten years before I allowed myself to move on. It wasn’t until Ashley and Tristan came into my life—and knocked me on my ass—that I considered opening my heart up again.”

  “It’s only been a year since I lost my daughter,” I say softly.

  “The timing doesn’t matter,” Kaden says. “Whether it’s six weeks, six months, or six years…” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. I was waiting for Ashley and Tristan. My heart knew I belonged to that woman before I did. I can’t change what happened to Gabby. If I could, I would. I’m sure you know the inner battle…begging God to take away any happiness you feel to have them back.”

  “I do.”

  “Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. The moment I accepted I can still love Gabby and our baby, and move forward with Ashley, was the day I was finally set free.” He gives me a warm smile that reminds me of my father.

  “Thank you,” I say. “I needed to hear that today.”

  “What do you say we go join everyone inside? I hear my daughter is pregnant.”

  “I’ll be inside in a minute.” Kaden pats my knee in a fatherly way before getting up and walking inside, leaving me to my thoughts.

  I’m not even out here for five minutes when a little girl comes barreling up the snow-covered ground, and onto the porch steps. “Hi! Is Lexi here yet?”

  A couple, who I assume are her parents come walking up after her, and my suspicions are confirmed when I see the woman is pregnant.

  “She is,” I tell her, and she runs past me into the house, the door slamming shut behind her.

  “Sorry about her manners. She’s excited to see Lexi. You would think she hasn’t seen her in a year when it’s really only been less than two months.” Her hands go to her belly as she waddles up the steps. “My name is Bella.” She gives me a sweet smile. “And this is my husband, Marco.”

  I put my hand out to shake hers and then her husband’s. “I’m Charlie,” I say, not giving her anything more. Bella’s eyes widen at the mention of my name but she quickly hides her reaction.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Marco says before going inside, leaving Bella and me alone. She sits down next to me and I’m not sure where this is going to go, so I wait for her to lead.

  “I’m really glad to meet you.” My head whips around to face her with what I’m sure is a look of confusion marring my features. Bella laughs softly. “I was so nervous about meeting you… shit, I guess I still am.”

  “What? Why?” I ask incredulously.

  “Umm…hello…I’m the best friend who hurt him. Sure, Tristan forgave me but that’s only because he’s Tristan. He’s like the nicest guy in the world.” She laughs softly. “And I know if a woman hurt my husband, the man I love, I probably wouldn’t be too nice to her.” She shrugs and we both laugh.

  “I don’t really know what happened,” I admit. “But you’re right, I do love Tristan and Lexi…” I pause as the words I just said sink in. I love Tristan and Lexi. “And… I probably should be telling him that before you.” We both giggle. “I wasn’t around when it all went down, so I’m not going to judge. I’ve messed up so many times in my life.” I shake my head. “I’ve made horrible decisions that ended in tragedy, and lord knows
I don’t deserve that man.”

  “Yes, you do.” I jump at the sound of Tristan’s voice. “I don’t know what’s going on out here but I hope you aren’t giving Charlie a hard time. Today is hard enough for her.” Tristan’s jaw is clenched and he’s practically shooting daggers at Bella, who suddenly looks nervous.

  “Hey,” I say softly, standing up to join his side. “She was just introducing herself to me.” I reach up and give Tristan a kiss on his cheek but he isn’t having it. Not caring that we’re in front of Bella, he turns his face to kiss me on my lips.

  Once he releases me, he says, “I don’t want to hear you saying some bullshit about not deserving me again. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead.

  “I’m pretty sure you both deserve each other,” Bella says sweetly as she slowly stands. “Happy looks good on you, Tristan.” She pats his shoulder then turns to me. “Thank you…for what you said about not judging. I’m going to go inside and go pee. This damn baby has been pressing on my bladder for the last month.” And with that, she excuses herself inside, leaving Tristan and me alone.

  “You didn’t need to bite her head off,” I murmur, rising on my tiptoes to give Tristan a kiss. He sighs into my mouth as he deepens the kiss before ending it way too quickly.

  “I’ll apologize to her later. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here and everyone is nice to you. I can’t even imagine how hard today is for you, yet you’re here because Lexi and I want you to be.”

  “I want to be here.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “There’s nowhere else I would rather be than here with you and Lexi.”

  “Good,” Tristan says, his voice suddenly full of emotion, his fingers massaging my butt cheeks. “Because I really want you here.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and my body hums, craving his touch. Without even saying a word, I know we’re on the same page.