“God, you’re so fucking wet, I want to make you cum. Hot, creamy cum.”
“Yes…make me cum…all over you.” He moved further towards me and I felt his cock nudge against my entrance. The head of his dick slowly parted my lips and I pushed my hips forward, trying to get more of him inside me. He obviously had more control than I did, he just grinned and stared at me, sliding it in a bit further.
My panting grew heavier and I could feel my climax building, before we even got properly started. “Tristan, I don’t know if I can—”
He pushed his hips forward and let out a deep groan, “I love you, I love you, I love you…” as he pounded into me. He held my hands in a death grip and moved his other hand to my hip, gripping it tight enough to keep me from moving. “Ginny, fuck!”
“Uhh… Tristan!” Our eyes never lost contact as we got into a steady rhythm.
“Oh God, Gin. You feel amazing, I love you so much, angel,” he looked at me with such desire; I swore his eyes were sparkling in the low light of the bedroom as he watched me… or were those tears?
His thrusts became quicker and harder. His hand gripped my wrists. He let go of any inhibitions he may have had like a wild animal. “Fuck Ginny,” he growled. “Let me fuck you.” His voice cracked; I’d never seen him like this. He held me and made love with a passion and need that I wasn’t sure I could fulfill. I thrust my hips up to him, begging him, “Yes…more Tristan, fuck me…”
His voice was deep and ragged, “Ginny, I love you, I love you…I love—Arrrgh!” He gripped me tighter and I felt him explode inside me, his hips thrust into me with an animalistic lust, my pussy gripped his cock as we came, grunts came from deep in his soul. Every cell in my body exploded into tiny bursts of orgasm.
“Fuck yeah, fuck, Gin..” He growled. His cock grew bigger inside me as he grunted, moaning out loud as he came. His butt tightened as he thrust hard into me one last time, his balls resting against my ass and I still felt his jizz pumping into my pussy. We shuddered against each other as the last of our orgasms subsided, holding each other tight, neither of us able to break our embrace.
This was the first time he’d ever made love to me like this, but it was how I’d always dreamed lovemaking should be. Raw. Passionate. Real.
Tristan coughed and cleared his throat. He rose up to look in my eyes and the fire and passion I saw in his was undeniable. “I. Fucking. Love. You.”
“I love you too naughty boy. You are quite the powerhouse.”
He chuckled, “Too rough? Sorry.”
“’Scuse me? Never apologize for fucking me like a god. I liked it. No, I loved it.”
He lifted himself off of me and laid beside me, his arm up in a silent invitation to nuzzle my head on his shoulder and rest in the crook of his arm, my favorite spot. “I love you Virginia Armstrong.” He let out a long sigh and asked, “You are ready to be Mrs. Armstrong, aren’t you?”
“Yes I am!” I smiled. “I am more than ready for this.”
We lay there for a while, our hearts thumping in a soft rhythm together. It felt so right. So incredibly right. I jumped up and exclaimed, “Oh shit! Tristan! I forgot!”
He looked down at me, “Forgot what, angel?”
“We can’t see each other the night before the wedding and here we are! It’s bad luck and I don’t want any more bad to come between us. I have to go.” I tried to get up and he pulled me in tighter to him.
“You’re not going anywhere, doll.”
“But Tristan, I don’t want anything bad to happen to us.”
“Well, then it’s a bloody good thing we’re already married, no?”
He always knew what to say. I smiled and agreed. We we’re already married. Tomorrow was just formalities. “Baby?”
“Yes, angel?”
“I need to sleep. Kari and I are picking up mom and daddy early in the morning. I’ll have James take us to the airport. Kari likes to fuck with him.”
“Okay, Mrs. Armstrong. Just don’t let her drink anything before the wedding. I’d hate to have an outburst at the actual wedding, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I’m really excited for you to meet my parents. Thanks for getting them over here.”
“And I’m dying to meet the brilliant couple who brought my angel into this world.”
It had been an incredible night. The prenup scattered all over the floor, me in my hubby’s arms and the videos were forgotten for a while. I snuggled up closer to him and in no time, we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11 — Tristan
Today was the day. The day Ginny’s parents would arrive and later this afternoon, I’d marry her again. Hell, I’d marry her a thousand times if I had to.
I opened my eyes, and the shower was already running. I smiled and I thought about last night. Gin had been so amazing, so sexy. It was incredible how she affected me. Every time I was anxious or overwhelmed, she’d always brought me back to reality. She was my muse. My inspiration. When I was with her, I wanted to be better, do better, and all my fears, doubts and uncertainty just slipped away.
I quietly slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. Just watching her silhouette through the steamy glass door made my dick hard and I stood there watching the soap run off her body. She was perfect. She shut the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her before she even knew I was standing there.
“Woah, good morning!” She smiled, looking at the boner I was trying to hide behind my hands, “Let me see that,” she teased, pulling my hands away.
“Good morning, angel. You’re so silly.” I moved my hand and wrapped it around my cock, stroking it a second, “I’d love to give you this, but my wife has me on a time schedule this morning and unless she loosens her grip on me…” I wiggled my eyebrows and gave her my best sexy grin.
She wrapped her arms around me and looked up into my eyes, “Sorry, hubster. As much as I’d love to stay and play, I’ll have to pass this morning. My parents will be here in an hour and I have to get dressed, get Kari up and over to the airport. She’s probably not gonna be happy about getting up so early, but if you play…well, you know the saying…”
“You gotta pay, right?” I bent down, kissed her forehead, and started the shower. “I have a few things to do this morning as well, but it won’t take long. I should be here before you get back.”
“What do you have to do? It’s our wedding day.”
I caressed her cheek then stepped into the shower, “I know. Exciting, isn’t it?” I needed to sort Brad and his videos. I didn’t want to deceive her, but I also didn’t want her worrying about Brad anymore. And I sure as fuck didn’t want him carrying out his threat to make those videos public.
She got dressed as I showered and within minutes, she and Kari were waving goodbye on their way to the airport. Kari looked a little hung-over, but at least she had a smile on her face.
I knocked on Mike’s guest room door along the hall, and he answered straight away.
“Morning T, how’s tricks?”
“Hello, mate. I’m good. Listen, I know we’ve got to get ready for the wedding, but what happened at dinner last night is even more important. That fucking slimy arsehole, Brad needs sorting.”
“Yeah. That was quite a show that Kari put on there. Very entertaining. A little awkward with your mum being there, but nonetheless, entertaining. I can’t believe that creepy twat hid cameras and all that shit in Ginny’s bedroom.”
“Well, I ripped them all out the first time I went to her house but as you now know, it seems the sad little fucker already had some videos of Ginny in her room doing some naughty things while she Skyped with me. He obviously wants revenge for me kicking his arse.”
“Yeah I’d forgotten about that. You didn’t? Tell me you didn’t…?”
“Tell you I didn’t what? Kick Brad’s arse? Of course I did. He was about to hurt her.”
“Bloody ‘ell T! You are one sick fuck, you know that? I’m not talking a
bout you kicking his arse; he deserved that. I’m talking about you Skype fucking your bird! Or whatever it was you were doing with her, you dirty bastard! You never told me about that.”
Mike had the biggest smirk imaginable on his face and I was a bit embarrassed as I realized he knew what I’d got up to on the internet with Ginny, but I recovered my composure, or so I thought.
“You may be my best mate, but I’m not going to tell you everything that goes on between me and Gin. A gentleman doesn’t do that—not that you’d know how one behaves,” I sniggered.
He came back, quick as a flash, “Fuck off, Armstrong, you tosser. I resent that slur on my good name,” he laughed. “But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, you old dog.”
“Good! Because she’s my wife, not one of the one-night-stands you typically pick up on a Saturday night.”
“Damn you, sir! I take exception to the implication that I’m less than selective in the lady department and if you’ll take my advice, maybe you should keep your virtual dick in your pants in the future, then none of this would happen.”
“Alright, alright, enough banter. Get your mind out of the gutter, this is serious and don’t you ever say a word about this to anyone. Now are you going to help me, or are you just going to giggle like a schoolgirl all day?”
“Yes, sorry, T. Just had a girlie moment, there. I’ll be all right. What do you need?”
“I need this sorted, and fast. I’m about to get married and I don’t want videos of my wife in a private moment with me, posted all over the fucking internet spoiling things, either now or in the future. Can you imagine what kind of ammunition that’d be for Vanessa or any of my other rivals? They’d have a fucking field day.”
Mike nodded his head, “I totally understand, mate. Consider it done.”
“Good job, because I don’t want to wait any longer. Not even one more day. This little shit has to be taught a lesson once and for all, but he’s in California and I’m here, at least for the time being. Kari said her friend Chuck is on the case, but I need to know this gets dealt with quickly and discretely. Find out who this Chuck is and see what he knows.”
“I’ll give Santos a call at the LA office. I’m sure he’d be able to help out.”
“Santos, the new guy? I don’t know about that, Mike. He works with Vanessa and they looked pretty close the last time I saw the two of them together. I honestly don’t know the guy.” I ran my hand through my hair; desperation was not one of my better qualities. “Are you sure about him? I’d really hate for Vanessa to get wind of it.”
“Trust me on this one, T. I wasn’t sure about him, either, so I had the bloke checked out. He’s solid, I tell you, and he has connections. He’s Columbian, ex-military, some kind of covert operations in the war against drugs there. I’ve been working with him a lot while you’ve been off work, after your dad passed away. I’ll call him and see if he can find out who this Chuck is. I’m sure he can handle it.”
“Fair enough, Mike. If you say he’s okay, then he’s okay. But you do understand I have to be careful? I can’t get directly involved with this.”
“Of course mate, I know you can’t be linked to whatever it is this Chuck has in mind for our friend, Brad so I’ll keep your name out of the frame. That wouldn’t be good for the head of Armstrong Construction now, would it?”
“Too bloody right, and I don’t want Ginny worrying about any of this either, keep it between you and me. There’s a lot at stake and a few people out there that would love to see me burn in hell or the company go down the tubes. Dad didn’t exactly make a lot of friends among the competition, that’s for sure.”
“He was a tough cookie alright, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I’ll give Santos a call after breakfast and ask him to follow it through. I won’t tell him any details. The less anyone knows about this, the better.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do without you, bro. Now let’s get some breakfast, and then we can get some of this wedding shit handled. Ginny and her parents are meeting us in about thirty minutes and I’m starving.”
Chapter 12 — Ginny
I opened my eyes and immediately slammed them shut again. I was so excited for today! My parents were arriving and I could finally call myself Mrs. Armstrong.
Mrs. Tristan Bold Fucking Armstrong.
It had a nice ring to it. ‘Hello, Mrs. Fucking Armstrong. How would you like your breakfast?’ ‘Mrs. Bold Fucking Armstrong, you are the luckiest girl in the world.’ ‘Mrs. Fucking Armstrong, would you like some fries—’
I giggled to myself as I walked down the hall towards Kari’s room and knocked on the door. This castle was just too fucking huge.
Kari pulled the blanket over her head and muttered, “Fuck you.”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine. Get up, we have a wedding today!” I sang out, as loud as possible.
“Fuck you, leave me alone.”
“Kari…” I belted out in a higher-pitched voice. “Wake the fuck up…”
She threw the covers off and sat up, “Wow, English wine is a killer. Fuck. What time is it?”
“Time to go get mommy and daddy from the airport and you’d better straighten up, you know how dad gets.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Let me get this fucking cat box out of my mouth and I’ll be good to go.”
“Hurry up girl, the car is waiting.”
“Hurry up, the car is waiting...” she mocked from the bathroom with a mouth full of toothpaste.
“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, I don’t want to be late.” I jumped up from the bed just as someone knocked on the bedroom door. Before I could open it, Tristan’s mom walked in with her hair already done and her make-up perfectly applied. She looked at me with a soft expression on her face and I felt the tears building up behind my eyelids. This time, I knew for sure they were happy tears, but I still tried to hide them as she moved towards me, her hands outstretched.
Her thin arms wrapped tightly around me and I hugged her back just as strongly. When we finally broke our embrace, I wiped a stray tear from my cheek.
“Thank you for making my little boy so happy, Ginny” she held my gaze and I could see her own tears flowing. “Now, the car is ready to take you to the airport to pick up your parents and when you all arrive back here, we’ll get you all dressed up and beautiful for your big day.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I was overwhelmed with emotion and I figured if I was going to cry, I’d better do it now. No sense in having make-up running down my face later.
The trip to the airport was faster than I thought and after the hugs and kisses from mom and dad, we were in the limo and on our way back to the Armstrong’s mansion. Mom sat there teary-eyed and dad couldn’t stop beaming. I was so excited to have him here to walk me down the aisle for real this time. “Are you guys okay? Hungry?”
My mother replied, “No dear, the flight was wonderful and the food was scrumptious. I don’t think I‘ve ever slept so well on a plane.”
My dad wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. “You did good, baby. We were very well taken care of.”
“Yeah, well Tristan did all that flight stuff, but I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know it’s a pretty long flight.” Kari and I just sat there, goofy smiles on our faces looking at mom and dad. We were family, and today, we were all together again.
The time seemed to rush by and before we knew it, we were driving through the gates and up to the front of the mansion. It was crazy to watch mum’s eyes almost pop out of her head and her jaw drop. “Wow, that’s some house!”
I took her hand, “It sure is, Mom. They call it a mansion, but Kari and I call it a castle. Look at the size of it! We wondered if it had a moat!”
That made my dad laugh and when I glanced at him, it took me back. I mouthed, “I love you,” to him and he winked and whispered it back to me.
“You’ve done very well for yourself, honey,” Mom said. “I think this Tristan character’s a keeper—and if you don’t want
him, I’ll take him!” She laughed out loud, and Daddy gave her a hurt look.
“Mom!”
After we arrived and introduced mom and dad to everyone, one of the butlers took them to their room so they could unpack and relax a while. I was both excited to see them and rushed to get ready. The hair and make-up team showed up and whisked me away so fast, I didn’t have a minute to tell mama anything about the wedding. They wanted to come a day sooner, but dad couldn’t get off work. He had some high-powered job in cows or something and their work schedule is horrendous. But it does pay him well and put me through college.
As the time ticked by, there were a few glasses of wine, some tinkling laughter and then it was time to get into my dress and make our way to the service. It all happened so fast and it wasn’t until I stood arm-in-arm with Daddy at the edge of the aisle, the wedding march flowing from the string quartet behind us, that it hit me.
I’m fucking getting married.
“God, help me,” I whispered as I took in all of the guests standing and looking at me, waiting for me to take my first step. My heart raced and my hands shook as they gripped the bouquet. I took a deep breath, looked down the aisle and there waiting for me, was my Tristan.
It was as if all the air went out of the room and all I could breathe was him. I glanced at my dad for reassurance and he winked and whispered, “Ready?”
I gripped his arm a little tighter and nodded, “Yes, Daddy.” Without thinking, my feet carried me towards Tristan as if he were a beacon. His designer suit clung wonderfully to his tall frame. The tuxedo jacket was snug enough across his broad shoulders and I longed to bury my head in him and breathe in his scent until it clung to me forever. His long legs were encased in black slacks that did nothing to hide their muscles and I remembered how tight they were whenever he thrust into me. My eyes slowly caressed his body up and down as I continued my slow and measured march to the altar. Tristan’s hair, normally wild and tussled, was expertly gelled down and I longed to run my fingers through it. But nothing compared to his eyes.
Oceans Apart 5 Page 7
