by K. M. Scott
"Let's get out of this rain. We can continue this at home," I said as I guided her to the car.
She flashed me a devilish grin. "I thought we weren't going to be doing much talking when we got home."
As I opened her car door, I tilted her chin up and kissed her full on the mouth, loving the feel of her lips on mine. "We aren't."
Chapter Twelve
Nina
After standing in the rain staring into each other's eyes in Tony's parking lot, we were both drenched, but I don't think either of us cared. We made out all the way down my hallway, finally stumbling into my bedroom as he slid his hands under my dress to cup my ass. Lifting me, he held me just above his cock as I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to feel him inside me.
Tristan lifted his head from my neck and looked over at my bed where the babydoll he'd bought me was laid out. Turning back toward me, he licked his lips and grinned. "I want to see you in that tonight."
God, he could drive a woman insane! There I was, my body ready and waiting for him, and all he could think of was window dressing.
"Really? You want to stop?" I said with a pout.
"I love that on you. I want to see you in it when I fuck your brains out," he groaned against my neck.
"If I put it on, what do I get?" I teased as I rubbed my achy clit against the front of his pants.
"Other than me fucking you like a man on a quest to make you come more times than you ever have?"
I loved it when he talked like this. His voice was so deep and so filled with need, and something in it traveled straight to my core.
"I do like that, but what else? I should get something for putting up with you stopping right in the middle to make me put on a babydoll."
His eyes flashed his desire—or was it something else? With a firm grasp, he cupped my ass and pulled me to him so I could feel the full length of his stiff cock. "You tell me what you want and it's yours."
I couldn't think of a thing I wanted at that moment more than to feel him inside me. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip. "Surprise me."
Tristan lowered me to the floor and as I turned to grab the lingerie from the bed, yanked me back until I was pressed hard against him. In my ear, he whispered heavily, "Don't make me wait long."
I raced to the bathroom and changed, wanting to make a real entrance for him. I wanted so much to make him happy, to be the woman who drove him mad with desire. He had such power over me that with just a word or a glance, he could make me forget all my fears to be what would please him.
As I dressed, I glanced at the mirror, not entirely happy with what I saw. I pushed up my breasts to look more like the woman who'd served us at his club, but the effect wasn't the same. No matter. I was the woman he lived with, the woman he said he loved, I told myself.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed. Confused, I walked toward him. "Is something wrong? You're still dressed."
His brown eyes seemed to dance as he looked at me. "Not a thing. Turn around for me, Nina."
I did as he commanded, twirling the babydoll so the panties beneath showed. When I faced him again, he was staring at me, his eyes focused on mine. He sat there silently while I waited for him to speak, each moment that ticked by making me uncomfortable as his gaze never wavered.
"Tristan?"
He shook his head. "Shhh. Come here."
Taking my hand, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. I pressed my hands to his chest as he slid his finger under the strap on my right shoulder, teasing my skin with his touch. He leaned in to lightly pepper kisses across my collarbone, and I shivered from a chill that ran down my spine.
I wanted him so badly. How he could be so calm and controlled when I could barely contain my need to have him touch every inch of me drove me wild. It was enthralling, sexy, and maddening all at the same time.
My body ached for him to do anything, yet he seemed content to simply watch me as he lightly traced the outline of my babydoll across the top of my breasts. Breathing became next to impossible as I waited for him to do something to ease my need for him.
His cock pressed hard against my excited pussy, and I began grinding slowly against him, wanting so much to feel a sense of release from everything building up inside me. Leaning forward, I tried to kiss him, but he backed away, leaving me lost and frustrated.
Staring up at me, his brown eyes heavy with desire, he pushed down on my hips until our bodies met. Holding me there, he whispered, "I want nothing to come between us, Nina. When I think of you, you're mine. Every inch of you, mine. I want every man who sees you to know you belong to me."
As he spoke, he lifted his hips ever so slightly off the bed to slide his hard cock over my needy clit. His words created a desperation to have him inside me that I found hard to control.
"Yes," I whispered. "I'm yours. Please..."
"Patience, baby. You'll get what you want soon."
I didn't want to be patient. I wanted him to fuck me hard as I rode him until he made my body shake from my release and my limbs felt boneless.
Tugging his shirt, I tried to pull it over his head, but he stopped me and took my hands in his. Holding them above my head with his right hand, he trailed the fingers of his other hand over my breast, lingering on my excited nipple until he squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, unsure of which I felt more.
"Tell me what you want and it's yours. Jewelry, clothes, trips—name it and it's yours," he said with a sexy smile. "I'll give you anything you want."
I didn't care about any of that. For the first time in my life, things I could buy with money didn't matter. I could have anything my heart desired, and none of it meant a damn thing. All that mattered was him. I loved him. I needed him. I couldn't deny him. In just weeks, he'd become everything to me and I wanted to make him see that.
"I want you. I want to feel you inside me as we make love. I want to taste your lips and feel your tongue in my mouth when you kiss me like you can't live without me. I want to hear you moan when I make you come. I don't care about things. It's you I want."
He closed his eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded strained. "I'd give you anything to make you happy. Just the thought of you visiting your ex-boyfriend makes me crazy, Nina. You live here in my house, just feet away from me each night as I lay in bed alone and wanting you so bad it hurts."
When he stopped talking, he opened his eyes and I saw all the need he hid so often. He yearned for the Nina who'd loved him and I could finally give him that. I loved him. I adored him. His happiness was in my hands, and I wanted to be what he loved.
"No more waiting. I want to be yours. Heart and soul. I love you. You're everything to me, Tristan."
For a moment, he sat there perfectly still, like he was frozen in time, but then those gorgeous brown eyes that had haunted me from the first time I saw him gazing down at me as I lay in that hospital bed softened and in them I saw all the emotion he kept hidden inside. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, wanting him to give me those feelings he so rarely showed.
Releasing his hold on my wrists, he slid his hands over my back and pulled me to him. His voice was ragged as he whispered hoarsely, "I love you, Nina. No more distance between us."
"No more," I promised as he let me slide his shirt over his head.
I filled my eyes with the view of his muscular body as he lifted me off him to take off his jeans. Every inch of his body looked hard, like he was in total control of every muscle's movement. My gaze slipped from his broad shoulders, down over his chest with that unusual double snake tattoo, to his rock hard abs. He stepped out of his clothes and as I stood there enthralled with how beautiful he looked, he knelt before me.
"I want to see you," he rasped as he slid his hands up underneath my babydoll. He made quick work of my panties and then moved to pull the straps of the lingerie down as the entire silk and lace top dropped to the floor
Tristan licked his lips and looked up at me as I stood naked before him. His hands caressed my hips, and he placed a tiny kiss just below my navel, making my legs go weak from desire. So good at drawing out our lovemaking, he was always in control while I craved him so much I would have raced to the part where he was deep inside me. He was pure seduction, and he drove me wild.
He knew it too.
He drew his fingertip down through my wet slit until he reached my opening. Quickly, he thrust two fingers inside me, and I almost fell to the floor at how incredible my pussy felt filled with any part of him, even if fingers weren't what I wanted.
"So tight," he groaned. "I love how your cunt feels. So wet for me. Do you hear how wet you are?"
"Yessss..." I mewed as he fucked me with his fingers and the pad of his thumb drew delicious circles on my clit.
"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" he asked while his eyes searched my face for how good he made me feel.
It was all too raw, and I closed my eyes to save some part of me from those eyes staring up at me. But he wouldn't let me escape.
"Keep your eyes open, Nina. I want to see every sensation through them. I want to see your soul through them."
I opened them and looked down his body to see his cock standing thick against his stomach. It touched the bottom of his navel, and I yearned to be filled with it instead of his fingers. To feel him push deep into me and retreat, leaving me empty and wanting more, before he filled me again, taking my breath away in the most sublime way.
"Tristan, don't make me wait," I whimpered as he continued thrusting two fingers in and out of me.
"What does my Nina want?" he asked in a voice laced with sex and just a touch of sharpness.
"You. More than just fingers. All of you."
In one swift movement, he slid them out of me and stood to his full height. "I promised you slow and easy the other night."
I palmed his thick cock, wrapping my fingers around it as far as I could, and looked up at him. "Give me slow and easy the second time. Now I want to feel you inside me fucking my brains out, like you promised."
"That I can do," he said in that deep voice I loved as he took me in his arms and pushed me onto the bed.
He held his body over mine and ran his cock through my wet folds, skimming its full length over the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. The feeling was exquisite, a mixture of aching desire and pure pleasure like nothing else in the world.
I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as he rammed deep into me, nearly taking my breath away. His cock stretched me, forcing me to accept him, as he fucked me just as I'd asked. I wanted to see him stripped of the control that ruled him. I wanted to see the real Tristan Stone.
He groaned next to my ear as his hips flexed back and forth, pistoning his cock into me as I grasped at him to hold on. Our sex was animalistic, but I loved watching him shed the veneer of civility he wore around everyone, including me.
My body was his to do with as he pleased with no fight from me. Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn't. I craved his touch, the feel of his body invading mine as he made me his completely.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned into my ear as he buried his head in the pillow next to me.
"Don't stop," I cried out when he slid out of me and didn't return. "Please, Tristan."
"Roll over, baby. I want to watch your face as I fuck you this way."
I flipped over onto my stomach and raised myself onto my hands and knees. Looking up, I saw the image of us in the mirror above the dresser—him kneeling behind me in control of our pleasure and me smaller in front of him and his to take as he chose.
He pressed his body against my back and tenderly wrapped his hand around my throat, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. "Don't take your eyes off the mirror, Nina. Watch me as I fuck you."
I waited to feel him enter me again, anticipating how it would feel in this position and wondering if we'd made love like this before. His cock nudged into me slowly, like sweet torture, until he was fully seated inside my body. With his hand still around my neck, he began stabbing into me, creating the most incredible sensations with each thrust in and each pull out.
In the mirror, he watched me watch him, his gaze never wavering as he stroked in and out of me. He was power and desire personified, and I couldn't get enough of him. I pushed against his cock, eager for him to move faster, and he met my silent desire for more, fucking me faster and harder.
His body crashed hard against my ass, pushing me forward on the sheets, but I leaned back, guided by his hand around my neck. The sensual sounds of our lovemaking filled the room—his moans and mine, the slapping of skin as our bodies met each time he entered me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me upright, changing the angle of his cock and sending my body into overdrive as he continued to fuck me.
I watched in the mirror as he slid his finger over my clit, making my thighs quiver as my orgasm began deep inside me. I was so close and only needed just a little more. One more thrust of his cock inside me. One more touch of his finger on my clit. One more delicious moan of my name in my ear.
"Come for me, Nina. Let me feel you surrender to me."
His hand tightened around my throat, and I came so hard I was afraid I might collapse if he wasn't holding me to him. I heard him groan and just as I was sure I couldn't take anymore, he thrust his cock into me one last time and came, sending jets of hot liquid deep inside me.
He held me close until our bodies finally calmed and kissed me softly on the cheek. "I love you, Nina. Thank you."
He slid out of me and eased me down onto the bed, taking me in his arms. I looked down our bodies to see our legs entwined as if we were one. With my head on his chest, I heard his heartbeat slowly return to a normal rhythm. I'd never felt so relaxed and safe in my life.
"Tell me your favorite memory," I whispered against his skin.
"Right now," he said. "I've never been happier than right now."
"Even when we were together before?"
Tristan sweetly pressed a kiss on the top of my head. "Every day is better than the last one. No matter how happy I was then, I'm even happier now."
I lifted my head from his chest and looked up at him. "Why?"
"Because we've been given a second chance. Not everyone gets that in life. I've gotten it twice now."
"What was the first time?"
A look of sadness settled into his face. "When I didn't die and the rest of my family did."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Well, you know what I mean."
He nodded and forced a smile. "It's okay. I understand."
I looked down at the tattoo on his chest and traced the outline of the two snakes that formed an inverted heart over his left pec, lingering on the place where they joined at a point. "What's this tattoo mean?"
"I got it after the accident. A metal rod pierced me just above the heart there where the scar is and continued to run through my brother's heart, killing him. It symbolizes our twin hearts joined even in death."
"I'm so sorry, Tristan. Were you identical twins?" I asked, hoping to lighten the mood slightly.
"Yes. We looked the same. Many people couldn't tell us apart, unless they knew us. But we were like night and day otherwise."
I heard something in his voice—a change in tone or a hitch that told me their differences weren't as simple as that. "Who was older?" I asked with a smile, knowing how silly the question was.
Tristan returned my smile with a tiny one of his own. "Taylor was by seven minutes. He never let me forget that he was my older brother either."
"I've always wondered what it would be like to have a sister my same age. Kim is six years older and we've never really been close. Those six years were always between us."
"It's like having any other sibling, just that you look exactly like another person."
His voice trailed off as his sentence ended, and I got the surest sense talking about his brother was painful for him. I didn't want to ruin our time together, so I hastily changed the subject. "Did you get the tattoo on your arm after that one on your chest?"
He looked down at his left arm and shook his head. "No, that one is from those days before I became the man I am now I told you about. My wilder days."
That was a topic I wanted to hear more about. "And about this wilder days guy, was he really different from the Tristan of now?"
He hesitated a moment before he answered. "Yeah, a lot."
I was nothing if not inquisitive, and this sounded like a mystery. "Tell me about him. I can't imagine you were that different than you are now."
"I can barely remember him anymore. He wasn't anyone you'd want."
"I can't believe that, Tristan," I said and kissed him.
His face told me he was uncomfortable. "You should. That man wasn't someone who would deserve someone like you."
"I probably would have been crazy about that man and he wouldn't even have known I existed is more likely."
Turning toward me, he lifted my chin with his forefinger. "Then he'd have been an ass not worthy of your time."
"Tell me about those wilder days, Tristan. I want to imagine you as the type of guy you were then."
Instead of telling me anything about his bad boy days, he rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. He loomed over me, his deep brown eyes staring down into mine, and said in a low voice, "I've got something far better in mind."
By the time I woke in the morning, Tristan was gone and I saw through the window that snow was falling, covering the grass and making it finally look like winter. My room was still warm, though, and my thought of venturing outside to go to visit Jordan suddenly seemed like something for another day.
Thoughts of the Atlanta suite filled my head, so after lying around enjoying memories of my time with Tristan just hours before, I finally crawled out of bed to face the day. Throwing my robe around me, I knew he'd be long gone at work, but I walked to the kitchen for my morning coffee with the hope that he'd be there to join me for breakfast.
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