by Selena Kitt
“I know a few men, but only Mick and Vinnie know where I am. There is Reed, of course. I suppose he could have tracked me down. Why?”
I tell her what the note says.
She looks puzzled. “Reed’s the only one I can think of who might seek me out here, but he has my cell phone number. And besides, there’s no way he would have tried to make a reservation. He can’t afford the last-minute flight, let alone the price of a room at this hotel. So the chances of it being him are slim.” She paused. “What about the other message?”
“I haven’t gotten there yet.” I unfold it and hold it out to her. “Do you want to read it first?”
She just shakes her head.
I look at the note and realize quickly that someone is onto us.
Female caller, very distraught, first asked for Tristan Michaels, then when I informed her that no guest existed by that name, she started spouting off various cartoon names. I denied each one. She grew increasingly more upset and finally asked for Cameron Enders. She was informed that no guest was here by that name. Growing more agitated and said, “I’m gonna kill that bitch,” and “That bitch stole my man.” Swearing and ranting continued until I politely terminated the call.
“Fuck!” I shout.
I’m so unbelievably angry. How dare she threaten Cami? Not to mention I’d made it very clear that we were broken up. Layla had no right to claim me as her man.
“What?” Cami and Tyson say in unison.
I read them the note. “I swear to God, this has to be Layla. But how in the hell did she find out where I am? And how in the fuck does she know about Cami?”
Cami and Tyson look at each other, complete shock on their faces.
“Those girls? With the autographs?” Cami asks.
“It’s entirely possible,” Tyson says. “Though where would they have seen you together? They were too young to be in the bar, and I don’t remember ever seeing them in the restaurant downstairs. And even if they’d seen you together, they wouldn’t know Cami’s name. The hotel would not release any names to anyone regarding their guests.”
“Staff? Like Jessie or the waitress in Blu last Friday? They would’ve had access to hotel guest names,” Cami suggests.
“Truth is, it could’ve been any member of the staff that knows Cami and myself. Though I’m not registered as Tristan, it’s not hard to put two and two together. But how would it get back to Layla? There’s nothing in the papers regarding my whereabouts. That is the only way I can think of that Layla would have had a direct line to where I am.” I take a deep breath. “Maybe it wasn’t Layla. Maybe it was some other woman, like the crazy one in the video about the fire. Or maybe the call came from within the area, and it was really a staff member. This note doesn’t have routing information on it like the first.”
Tyson chimes in, “To be honest with both of you, until we have a real threat to worry about, not a phone call that is subject to interpretation, I’m not taking this very seriously. Hell, for all we know Mick and Beau are playing pranks on both of you. Male first, this morning, then the female this afternoon. It’s possible.”
Cami shakes her head. “Not something that they would do. I personally really don’t care who it was. All I care about is Tristan being able to relax without the fan bombardment.”
Someone threatens her and all she cares about is that I can relax?
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to me. Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “You, my sweets, are one amazing woman.”
She blushes and ducks her head. I lift her face to mine.
“Don’t ever be ashamed of a compliment, Cami. You will be receiving them from me often. You surprise me at every turn.” This is true on so many levels. “I stand by what I said this afternoon, after we finally got off that awful sheriff’s office call. I would be honored to have you as my PR rep or even my agent. And you will make an amazing CEO when and if you decide that you want to step up and take control. No doubt, once people can see what you do, it’ll bring even more people to Bold.”
She nods but says, “I rather enjoy my freedom and ability to do the things I want without having to be tied to an everyday office job.”
“That may be true, baby, but you would be CEO, and your working hours would be entirely your choice. You have proven today that you can effectively handle a crisis no matter where in the world you are.”
“I never thought about it that way.” She seems pensive. “I work well with Trinity and Vincent, and I enjoy working for them. I’ll think about it.”
“Good! Now, let’s have some fun.”
I get up and head to the box on the side of the patio, where I’d found some fun pool toys the other day. I find the beach ball that I am after and toss it with speedy precision at Tyson. It bounces off the side of his head and lands on the far side of the pool. Cami and Tyson both start laughing. I cannonball into the pool, effectively soaking Cami.
She’s still laughing as she drops into the pool, swimming after the ball. I reach for it, but she beats me to it and turns to toss it to Tyson. My plan backfires when it becomes a game of keep-away from Tristan, but we’re all laughing and having a good time.
Finally around midnight, Tyson calls it a night, leaving me and Cami with half a bottle of champagne and the pool to ourselves.
Once Tyson is out of sight it takes me all of two seconds to embrace her and start kissing her lips, nudging her cheek with my nose, and caressing her body with my hands. She responds immediately, her breathing becoming harsher and deeper. The moans that escape her lips bring about the desperate need to be inside her.
I grab at the bows of her bikini and pull. The material floats free of her breasts and I groan. She wraps her legs around my hips, rubbing her pussy against the tip of my dick through my shorts, even as her heels work at pushing them down. My cock is already spitting out desire for Cami, so I help her get my shorts off. As soon as I’m naked I feel Cami seeking to line up my stick with her entrance.
We’re up against the side of the pool, the champagne bottle within easy reach. As she slowly slides herself onto me I take the bottle and whisper, “Look up, baby.” She does, opening her mouth, and I pour.
I miss, catching her breasts. She moans as the cool champagne hardens her nipples. I lick at the champagne. She thrusts down, swallowing me whole in one thrust and coaxing a moan from both of us. I clean off her breast with my mouth, paying special attention to her nipple, licking and sucking as she starts to slide up and down my erection. I pour more champagne, this time closer to her mouth so I don’t miss. When she has her fill she turns her head. But I’m so distracted by the sensations along my dick that I just let the rest of the bottle pour out all over her neck and bare breasts. I lick and suck my way around her body.
She quickens her pace against my dick. I feel her pussy pulsing and quivering hard around my cock. She’s close to coming and her orgasm is going to release mine in a hot messy rush.
I drop the bottle in the pool and grab tight onto her hips, taking over. Her moans get shorter, louder, and more frequent. Her body stiffens.
I’m fighting with every ounce of willpower I have to stop myself from exploding, but the tip of my cock is beginning to pulse.
“Come for me, Cami. Now!” I growl, and she lets loose at my command.
Her sex tightens and pulses harder and I come unglued. My orgasm rocks through me. The relief is amazing. I feel my cum mixing with hers, warmth overwhelming my body as she continues milking me, sucking me in deeper.
As my orgasm slows, she twitches her hips and I instantly become harder than I was before. I can feel my orgasm building again.
“Jesus, Cami, you’re going to make me come again.”
She doesn’t slow down and I instantly understand why. She, too, is on the verge of yet another orgasm.
As she thrusts with abandon I latch onto her left nipple, lightly using my teeth. She digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Fuck!” she groans. “
I’m coming—”
Her breathing is rough and ragged, and when her orgasm finally hits she screams my name. My name coming from her lips during the heat of passion is my undoing again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cami
I wake up at one point during the night and quietly pad into the bathroom. Upon my return, I reach down to pull back the covers and Tristan’s eyes pop open. I can just make out his silhouette and the whites of his eyes in the glow from the moonlight coming in the window.
“You okay, Sweets?”
“Uh huh,” I mumble. “Just had to go potty.”
He pulls back the covers, inviting me underneath. I settle in and he wraps his arms around me. I feel protected like nothing in the world can hurt me. I hug him tight and he nuzzles my hair. I fall back asleep almost immediately.
Later I wake up to Tristan kissing my shoulder. His hands are seeking, rubbing, caressing.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers against my shoulder.
It’s light out now, but between the emotional roller coaster of yesterday and all the sex with Tristan, I’m still exhausted. I snuggle deeper into my pillow, mumble something incoherent, and fall asleep again.
A few hours later my eyes begin to flutter. The bed feels strangely cold, and I realize quickly that I’m alone. Through that strange connection we share, I can sense that Tristan isn’t even in the room.
The next thing I notice is the delicious achy feeling racing throughout my body. For the first time in two days, I actually feel fully sated. The irony behind that is I know the minute I lay eyes on Tristan, that feeling will vanish faster than I can blink.
The thought of getting to see him is what springs my eyes all the way open.
Sitting on the table next to the bed is a glass of something resembling sparkling water and a note. The writing is rough, yet strangely elegant.
Good Morning Beautiful Sweets, I do hope you slept well.
I grab the glass and take a long, delicious drink. Cool black cherry flavored sparkling water. My favorite.
I stretch, head to the bathroom, and climb into the shower. Right as I’m reaching for the nozzle to start the water, I hear Tristan’s voice. It seems to be coming from the bedroom, but I don’t hear him call for me, so I assume he’s talking to Tyson. I think about going out to say good morning but decide I can wait ten minutes until after I’ve showered.
The water’s hot and steam starts to fill the bathroom. I climb in and let the water consume me. It’s warm and relaxing, and it makes me think of the hot tub out on the patio. Seems like a great place to spend tonight with Beau, Mick, Jolene, Naomi, Travis, Tyson, and Tristan. I smile to myself as I name the last three, the Triple Trouble.
Over the sound of the shower I hear a knock on the door.
“Cami?”
“Yes,” I shout back.
“You okay, baby-girl?”
I peek my head out of the sliding, steam-covered glass door and smile at the sight of Tristan. He’s back in his swim trunks and nothing else. I inhale deeply as my eyes devour him head to toe.
No doubt sensing the desire quickly building in me at the sight of him, he starts to saunter toward the shower. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated. He has a look of deep, dark promise as he reaches me, and he quickly brings his lips to mine.
The kiss, though, is surprisingly soft and chaste. Perhaps he’s trying to gage my reaction, unsure of whether I’m up for it after falling asleep on him earlier.
In answer to his unspoken question, I reach my hands up, grip the back of his neck, and pull his lips closer and tighter to mine. An involuntary moan escapes my lips, the rush of warmth flooding my core. There’s a rush of cold air as the door slides open and Tristan steps into the shower.
He slowly backs me up against the wall, his hands first finding my hips, then caressing the curve of my butt. He lifts up, coercing me to wrap my arms around his neck so that he can pick me up. I wrap my legs around him. I’m wedged between the wall and Tristan, spread open for him, at his mercy.
He begins tracing kisses along my jaw to my ear, where he gently licks the lobe. My nipples harden to sharp peaks, the barbells making them ache.
As if Tristan can read my mind, his warm, wet mouth finds one nipple, then the other, licking, caressing, warming. Satisfying the ache within them. I’m writhing under his touch, quickly growing warmer with each passing caress.
He slowly lowers me until my feet touch the cool tiles. Without any prompting, Tristan grabs my poof hanging on the wall and lathers it with the lavender scented body wash on the shelf. With his arms wrapped around me, he begins gently washing my shoulders, my back, my butt. He is careful not to rub the poof along my corset, but squeezes it so that warm soapy bubbles slide down my back.
He lowers himself to his knees, washing my right thigh, taking careful measures, I notice, to avoid my now-aching clit. He slowly washes down my leg to my knee, my calf. After a gentle tap on the back of my ankle, I lift my foot so that he can wash and gently massage the arch and balls of my feet.
I throw my head back in satisfaction. “That feels so good,” I murmur.
When he’s done with my right foot, he slowly places it back on the tile and gently taps my other ankle. Shifting my weight, I lift my leg and he repeats the process.
When he’s done with my foot, he slowly works his way up my leg. But this time, my clit is no longer a safe zone. Bringing the poof between my legs, he rubs gently against my sex. I moan as he rubs from front to back, again and again.
Suddenly I feel the poof hit my ankle as it falls to the ground. My eyes are closed, heightening the sensation.
Tristan’s hands are on my hips, pulling me forward and further under the water. Warm water rushes down all over my body, washing away the soapy film. Then his hand is between my legs, gently caressing my clit for a moment before sliding away to explore. I moan and silently beg his fingers to find my entrance. His thumb presses against my clit, and my knees shake.
“Ah, Tristan, don’t stop,” I mewl.
I hear his light chuckle, and the next thing I know his hand is gone. I whimper at the loss. Both hands clamp onto my hips again, and then I feel the warm wetness of his languid tongue moving across my clit, firm but soft, in circular motions that send me into a state of pure ecstasy.
I’m only vaguely aware of his hands moving up and down my body. One finds my breast and the other gently works the entrance to my sex. Teasing strokes to bring me to the edge.
I feel fire ignite within me and I know my orgasm is closer than I thought. My body begins to shake. So many sensations all at once. My legs stiffen as Tristan thrusts his thumb into my sex and I explode, burning fireworks going off all over my body.
But Tristan doesn’t stop; he continues working all my center points, and one of his long, sleek fingers toys gently with the tight bud of my anus. Before I even know what’s happening, the gentle pressure forces another screaming orgasm from my body.
“Tristan,” I whisper. “I am going to fall over if you don’t stop.”
He slowly retreats from my body, first the hand that’s caressing my nipple, then his tongue. But he kept his thumb and forefinger in place.
He looks at me with eyes screaming wanton desire, eyes that beg me to give him anything he wants. “I want to play with this.” He moans as his finger taps against my ass. I moan because every nerve in my body is alive and blazing. “But not right now,” he continues. “I have plans for that, and right now I need to be buried so deep inside you that I don’t have the patience to play here.”
He slowly rises to his feet, lightly running his mouth and tongue along my body as he finds his way to my lips. His kiss is hot and quick. In response I pull him closer and put all the passion I feel for him into this kiss. His mouth tastes like a sweet mix of him and my arousal, a heady combination that has my sex on fire once again.
He reaches behind me and the water stops. He slides the door back and grabs my towel, wrapping me up ni
ce and tight. He uses a second towel to dry my hair as best he can. He shivers.
“Are you cold?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, I’m thinking about burying my cock deep inside your warm, dripping wet pussy.”
I blush. He can be so crass and unguarded sometimes. I love it.
I turn to leave the shower, but he touches my shoulder. I turn back to see that he’s naked, his swim trunks in a pile on the floor. His erection is causing the towel he has wrapped around his waist to tent. No doubt cool air is rushing up his erection because he shivers again.
“I’m going to carry you,” he says, then bends down and scoops me up in the firm grip of his arms.
He walks cautiously across the bathroom floor, but when his toes hit the carpet of the bedroom he picks up the pace.
He’s gentle laying me out on the bed. Then he slowly begins to unwrap the towel, like he’s unwrapping the ultimate Christmas present. I giggle at his expression. His eyes are alight with excitement.
“What’s so funny, baby-Girl?”
I smile. “The look on your face. The excitement in your eyes. I’m giggling because it’s pretty hot.”
He chuckles, and from there we instantly become lost in each other.
About an hour later we surface to reality. Sated and excited for tonight, I start to get dressed, but Tristan stops me.
“Just your robe, Sweets. I have a massage waiting for you on the patio. After you’re done, we’ll have lunch.”
I gape at him. “What?” I whisper. I’m completely shocked by his gesture.
“Well, with all the stress of the last thirty-six hours, and the roaring excitement of your friends coming in tonight, I thought maybe you could use an hour or two relaxing with someone else taking care of you.” He looks at me with such devotion, But his eyes are crinkled in the corners, worry? “What’s wrong, Cami?”
I don’t respond right away. The fact that he was thoughtful enough to order another massage for me really has sent my thoughts into a tailspin.
“I am just not used to…” I pause, not sure how to say what I want to say.
