by Cassy Roop
I give her one more long heated kiss before leaning in to whisper, “Let’s get out of here.”
With a huge face splitting smile she agreed and we all but race back to the cab. All the way back to Luxe we made out like two hormonal teenagers in the back of the cab. If the driver noticed, he did not say anything. I would have to give this man a good tip.
After arriving at Luxe, we raced to the elevators and as soon as the doors close I pinned Kendall up against the wall. My face delved to her neck where I worshiped the skin there with my mouth. God I loved the taste of her skin. I loved her smell. I loved absolutely everything about this woman.
The elevator doors opened and we all but run down the hall to the suite. My hands were trembling so hard with my need for her that I fumbled like a school boy as I try to slip the keycard into the slot to unlock the door.
Before opening the door, I turned to face Kendall and pull the black scarf back out of my pocket. She gave me the hottest, sexiest grin I have ever seen.
“Oh we’ll get there sweetheart don’t you worry, but first I have one more last surprise. Turn around,” I demand. She did as I said and I once again tied the scarf in place.
“No peeking.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” She giggles and the sound sent a jolt straight to my groin. I then lead her into the suite where I had had it transformed while we were out. Once we crossed the threshold I bent down and scooped her into my arms. She let out an animated squeal and I had to stop myself from taking her right there on the floor in the foyer.
I turned to head down the hall to the bedroom and gently placed her feet on the floor. I took my hands and released the scarf from around her head and I heard her gasp. The room had been transformed into a lover’s paradise. White candles were lit and placed on nearly every available surface of the room. The lights were off allowing the candles to bathe the room in a soft, romantic glow.
There were two large red hearts made from rose petals on the bed. The sweet succulent petals permeated the air with a soft floral scent. On a cart next to the bed was a bucket of strawberries and other things to dip into a warm pot of chocolate fondue.
“Tristan, this is beautiful. I cannot believe you did all of this for me.”
“Believe it, Angel. You deserve to be shown just how much I want you. Only you. I am the lucky one. I cannot believe that you are actually mine.”
“Yours and only yours.”
I slowly reached to her side and unzipped her dress allowing it to fall to the floor. I would never grow tired of seeing her stand before me. Her milky smooth skin and dark hair provided a contrast in the candlelight. I traced my finger across her collarbone. Goosebumps formed across her skin and I was awarded with a sexy moan. I allowed my fingers to continue a trail down the valley of her breasts before reaching behind her to unsnap her bra. Her tight pink nipples were a dead giveaway to the desire she was feeling.
My hands landed on her hips and I slowly hooked my thumbs in the sides to glide them down her legs. She stepped out of them and was beautifully naked before me. I shrugged out of my jacket and removed my tie. I released the buttons on my shirt allowing it to lay open. She placed her hands on my chest and gently ran her nails down my stomach to the waist of my pants.
My dick was already screaming to be released from its confines, but I had to mentally tell myself to slow down. I wanted this night to be special for her, for us.
“Get on the bed, Kendall.”
She looked at me a little astonished by the demanding sound in my voice. I could see her panted breathing and her heartbeat in the pulse point of her neck. She did as I commanded while I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them and shrugged out of my dress shirt.
I stood before her in my boxers. I had never seen a more beautiful being in my life. My needed for her as so strong I could barely keep control. Every time I as her my thoughts and body were brought to their breaking point.
I walked over to the cart next to the bed and picked up a paintbrush. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the object in my hand.
“What are you going to do with that?” She giggles nervously.
“Why create my masterpiece of course.”
Reaching down I picked up the blindfold off of the floor and knelt on the bed next to her. I held it up seeking permission from her and she smiled.
Her smile alone would be my undoing.
I once again tied the scarf over her eyes and reached for the cart pulling it closer to the bed. I dipped the tip of the paintbrush into the warm milk chocolate in the fondue pot. I then stroked the brush across her breast and around her pert nipple. My tongue then followed the same trail as I lapped up the chocolate from her skin. She moaned.
“Mmm. My favorite. Chocolate and Kendall.”
I dipped the paintbrush back into the chocolate and paid equal attention to her other breast. Her soft sensual moans were proof that she was enjoying my little artist session.
I stroked the brush across her lips and watched as her tongue darted out to lick them. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I could picture my cock there surrounded by her hot, moist mouth. I shook my head and got back on task.
I continued the ritual of painting her body with the chocolate like she was my blank canvas. I then cleaned her up with my tongue until she was writhing beneath me with me from pleasure.
“Oh please Tristan…” she begged breathlessly.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.”
I dipped the paintbrush into the chocolate twice more. The first time I painted a secret message across her belly. With the next dip, I ran the paintbrush down the sweet lips of her sex.
“Oh my God!” She all but yelled as she bucked beneath me. I then set the paintbrush down and followed with my tongue. The sweet combination of chocolate and Kendall was enough to nearly make me lose it. I flicked my tongue quickly across her already sensitive clit. Her body convulsed with sensation.
I plunged inside her opening with my tongue and brought my hand around to circle her nub with my thumb.
“Oh my God, Tristan, I’m gonna come!” she cried.
I did not relent in my movements as she writhed and arched her body beneath me. With just a few more flicks of the tongue, she was falling apart beneath me. I would never forget the expression on her face as she let go. Her moans and mews were sexy as fucking hell.
“Wow,” she said breathing heavily. I reached up to remove her blindfold and she lifted up on her elbows to gaze down at me. It was then that she saw the secret message that I wrote on her stomach.
I Love You.
Tears well up in her eyes again as she says, “I love you, too.”
I peeled off my boxers and settled myself between her legs. I cupped her face in my hands and in one swift push I was buried inside her. This was my home. This was where I belong for the rest of my life. Our bodies connected together to form one unit. One love.
I slowly began to slide in and out of her. With each stroke I could feel her clamp down on me and there was no greater feeling in the world.
“Kendall, promise me that you are mine. Promise me that we will always have this. Just you and me together.”
“I-I-promise” she panted.
“Look at me.” I demanded.
Her eyes flew open to meet mine. I quickened my movements and before long I was pounding myself into her. I could feel my release coming, but I wanted her to come first. I reached down between us and circled her clit with my thumb.
“Tristan!” she yells as her release overtook her. Her orgasm caused her to clamp down around me and within seconds I was finding my own release.
“I love you,” were the last words I said before I collapsed on top of her.
Kendall
Tristan’s breathing had become slow and steady and I knew he had fallen asleep. I lay in front of him as he slept with his arm snaked around my waist. I relived the moments from tonight in my mind. I was on cloud nine as I thought about our dinner, the
stroll through the gardens, and Tristan telling me he loved me at the Wall of Love.
Our love making back at the hotel was the most amazing experience of my life. Who knew that chocolate could be so fun? I felt a tiny pang of sadness as I recalled the words that Tristan wrote on my stomach. Even though I had not told him I was pregnant yet, I still wanted to hold on to hope that he would be happy to know that I was carrying his child.
I wondered if he knew that I was hoping that the “I love you” he wrote on my stomach was meant for both me and the baby? Now that we had confessed our love for one another, would he be more receptive to becoming a father?
All these thoughts swirl through my head as I contemplated on whether to tell him or not. I still had that deep rooted fear that he would not be accepting of the baby. I had my family ripped away from me once, now that I had a chance for another one, I would not let anything get in the way. Now all I had to do was come up with a way to tell him.
Fuck. The pictures that my source has been sending me are making me sick to my stomach. Tristan touching her, kissing her. The thought makes bile rise in my throat. She is MINE!
I have sat around long enough. My failed attempts to warn Kendall about oh so wonderful Tristan Price have gone ignored. Well she will not be able to ignore me face to face. I will confront them both and reveal the truth.
Fuck my parole. Once I get to Kendall, we can go somewhere where no one will bother us. Someplace where we can live happily like should have been doing all these years now.
Yes. It is the perfect plan. Expose Tristan and his lies and watch as my beloved comes running back to me.
I’m coming for you flower. I’m coming.
Chapter 21
Kendall
I would never forget Paris. It would forever be etched in my heart. Tristan’s confession of love would go down in the books as one of the happiest days of my life, next to finding out that I was pregnant.
Cassie took me to a doctor before we left Paris. There we were able to confirm that I as in fact pregnant and about six weeks along at that. She printed out a picture of what looked like a tiny bean in a sack. I didn’t t know if it as the hormones or just me, but it was the most beautiful picture in the world.
I still had not told Tristan about the baby. I wanted to be certain of what our future holds before I told him. Cassie jumped at every opportunity to chastise me for not telling him yet. As if the morning sickness and dizziness wasn’t a constant reminder.
After Paris we headed to Valencia, Spain. The Luxe Valencia was located on Valencia Beach and I was excited to go. Even though fall was in full force, it was still manageable to be outside with a light jacket or sweater. I wanted that cliché walk on the beach with Tristan.
Ever since he told me he loved me, he had not let a day go by without showing me just how much. It showed in his affections and his love making. The last time I remembered being this happy was when my parents were still alive.
After we checked in to the hotel, Tristan and Jackson had to leave for more meetings so Cassie and I took the opportunity to tour the grounds. The place was stunning in a very simplistic way. It seemed different from New York, London, and Paris. Luxe Valencia was no less luxurious, just not so over the top like the others.
“Wow,” Cassie said as she looked out over the water. “I think this is going to be my favorite hotel to photograph.”
“I think this is going to be my favorite location of them all,” I replied. “I feel relaxed here.”
“I know what you mean Ken-doll. It is beautiful.” She knitted her brows together and squinted her eyes at someone.
“Kendall, I think that man over there has been following us. I remember seeing him at the airport and I have noticed him several times since we have been out walking.”
I looked over at the man she claimed was following us and shrugged my shoulders. “He’s probably paparazzi, Cass. Tristan said that some follow him from time to time while he is in Europe. We will keep an eye out and if he starts bothering us we will tell Jackson.”
She agreed with me and we continued on our way. After about an hour of wandering on the beach Cassie and I head back to Luxe. Mid-day was when my morning sickness starts to really kick in, so I wanted to go back to the hotel to lay down.
We walked back to my suite and I went to the bedroom to lay down. Cassie followed me to make sure I did not need anything. She had been playing mother hen ever since we found out about the baby.
“I’m fine, Cass, really. I am just going to rest a while before the boys get back.”
“Ok, but if you need anything just call capiche?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Cassie left and I snuggled into my pillow and fell asleep almost instantly.
No. No! This could not be happening. I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heavy and he was lying on top of me, crushing me into the floor. I heard the ear piercing sound of my panties rip and he ripped my shirt away from my chest.
“No! Get off me!” I yelled. This only fueled him further. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. His lips crashed to mine with brutal force. I tasted the metallic flavor of blood and my tears as they streamed down my face.
“You are mine, Kendall,” he growled. “No one will ever have you. I will make sure of it.”
He nudged my legs apart with his knees. I was immobile under his firm grip. I tried to buck him off of me and he just laughed.
“This body belongs to me Kendall. Don’t you forget that I love you baby. You are mine!”
I awoke with a start right before I felt him forcefully penetrate my body. It had been years since I have had nightmares about the night that Brett raped me. It was so long ago, yet I could still feel the pain of his forced entry.
I climbed out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with brutal force trying to erase the memory of his taste. I walked out into the living room area. I noticed that the balcony doors were open.
Did I shut them before I went to lay down?
Cassie must had left them open before she left, allowing the breeze to enter the room. I walked over and nervously closed them. No. I was imagining things. I had been a little nervous since Cassie noticed the man following us around early. Paparazzi or not it was still creepy.
I made my way over to the couch and plopped down. Reaching for the remote, I turned on the TV set. Since most of the channels were in Spanish, I did not understand most of what was being said. My college Spanish did little to help me.
A few moments go by as I sat and watched TV when I felt a pair of hands come to rest on my shoulders. I nearly jumped out of my skin because it scared me.
“God, baby, you scared me. I didn’t know you were back from your meeting yet.”
He bent down and I smelled something different. The cologne was too strong, too musky, and too familiar.
“Hello, flower,” the voice whispered in my ear.
I froze. My heart nearly bottomed out of my stomach and bile rose in my throat. I tried to jump up from the couch but his firm grip on my shoulders kept me in place, his fingers dug into my shoulders with force.
“I’ve waited so long to finally see you again Kendall,” he purred at me with his low gravelly voice.
I felt sick. My skin burned where his mangy hands touched my shoulders. My protective instincts kicked in as I thought of the baby.
The baby. Don’t do anything that could cause him to hurt the baby.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him with a crack in my voice.
His deranged laugh sent shivers through my spine. This man was really off his kilter. There was something seriously fucked up in his head.
“I came here for my girlfriend of course.” He said deadpan.
“I am not your girlfriend Brett. I haven’t been for ten years. Ever since the night you saw it fit to rape me,” I gritted through my teeth as tears welled up in my eyes.
“Now you see, that’s where you are wrong,” he said as he walk
ed around to the front of the couch to sit next to me. I scurried to the other side and hugged my knees into my chest, hoping that it would shield myself from him.
“I told you, Flower, that you belong to me, that you are mine and always will be,” he said as he took a finger and ran it down my shin. I kicked his hand away and shivered with fear. I could feel my stomach turn with disgust as he touched me.
“Still feisty as ever I see,” he deviantly chuckled.
His smile was unnerving. I was terrified of the thoughts that must had be going through his mind. What did he plan on doing with me? Was he going to take me somewhere where I would never see Cassie or Tristan again? All these thoughts swirl around in my brain as he inched his way closer to me.
We were both startled by the sound of the door to the penthouse opening. Instantly both of our eyes were pinned on the door to see who was entering the suite. Brett turned to look at me with a hateful look. He slowly backed over into a corner out of view and pulled a gun out from being tucked in the back of his pants. He lifted the barrel and pointed it straight at me while he lifted one finger to his mouth signaling me to be quiet.
“Knock. Knock, Kendall. Are you awake?” Cassie’s sing song voice carries throughout the suite as she entered. I was frozen in fear, not only for me but for my best friend who had unbeknownst walked into a very seriously dangerous situation. My protective instincts kicked in and I snapped out of my frozen state.
“Yeah, Cass I’m up,” I tried to say with confidence. If she heard any wavering in my voice, she would know something was wrong. I had no doubt in my mind that Brett would do something to harm her or me. I had to protect my baby and my best friend at all costs.
“I am starving, nothing on the room service menu sounds appetizing. I am in the mood for some authentic Spanish cuisine, think you would mind going out to get us something?” I asked her praying that she said yes. If I could just get her out of the suite, then Brett could not hurt her.
