“He is something,” Drew scoffed with a roll of her eyes. I only shrugged. I knew Silas’ game. We'd talked about it before, and he'd acknowledged that he was probably looking for love in all the wrong places, but he didn't seem to want to change and I didn't judge him. He'd been there for me way too much without judgment over the years. It was only right I return the favor.
“So, strip poker?” Gavin shuffled the deck with a grin.
“Definitely not,” I took another drink.
“Regular poker?” Gavin answered.
“Sure, but I’m still terrible.”
“I’ll teach you.” Tristan bumped my shoulder.
“I don't think she needs your kind of teaching,” Gavin ribbed Tristan. We all laughed as Tristan grinned.
“Texas Hold ’Em.” Gavin dealt the cards. “Ten dollar buy-in.”
“We’re playing for cash?”
“Always.” Gavin answered as Drew slid off his lap to the seat next to him.
“No cash. At least give Georgia a few practice rounds. Can't rob the host blind.” Tristan winked at me.
“Hey, I can hold my own.”
“I thought you were no good?” A smile lit Tristan’s face.
“I said that to get out of strip poker.” I winked at him.
“God, the sexual tension between you two is making me horny.” Drew took a sip of her drink.
“Drew!” I glared at her as my heart stopped. Was it really that obvious?
“I call it like I see it. Anyone need another drink?” She lifted her glass.
“I’m off!” Silas sang as he poked a head out the door.
“Be careful, Silas.” I meant more with his heart than anything else.
“Always, love.” He pressed a light kiss to my cheek. “You too,” he whispered. This situation was getting worse by the minute. Drew and Silas were constantly giving me unnecessary warnings. Tristan and I were over any previous encounters we'd had. Sure, I was attracted to him, but I was attracted to attractive people. That didn't make me someone who cheated. Even if my significant other was a million miles away.
“Drinks anyone?” Drew asked again.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” I hopped out of my chair. “Way to make things awkward, Drew,” I complained once we were alone.
“What?” She arched an eyebrow at me.
“Sexual tension between Tristan and me? We’re just friends.” I poured coffee liqueur into each of our glasses.
“Friends don't act like that,” she mumbled. “How many drinks have you had anyway?”
“Not enough to forgive you for being a meddling bitch,” I threw a crumpled napkin at her.
“Is there something to meddle in?” she asked.
“No,” I raised my voice as I poured cream into our glasses. “Enough of your opinion. Keep it zipped,” I said pointedly as we walked out.
We started the first round, and laughed, drank, and refilled our glasses through many rounds thereafter. My head began to feel foggy and I rolled with laughter at the banter between Gavin and Tristan. After the sun disappeared, I shivered and wrapped my sweater around my shoulders a little tighter. Another few rounds and Drew landed back in Gavin's lap, spending more time kissing than playing.
“Game over.” Tristan tossed his cards down on the table.
“Night's over by the looks of it.” I wrinkled my nose at the amorous couple.
“Or just beginning.” He grinned that mischievous grin.
“Or just beginning,” I agreed.
“Want to take a walk?” he asked, holding a hand out to me.
“Sure.” I took his hand. The sudden change from sitting to standing had my head swimming as I looped my arm in his elbow and we made our way to the beach.
“No laying your moves on me.” I gave him a stern glare before I burst into a fit of drunken giggles.
“I think you’re immune to them anyway,” he chuckled.
“I’m not. Believe me, which is why you need to keep them locked up tonight.”
“Noted.”
“Good, ’cause I can hardly walk,” I said as our shoulders brushed together. “We should go swimming.” I veered toward the water.
“Definitely not,” he replied, guiding me away from the shore.
“Why not? I’ve never been skinny dipping,” I pouted.
“Georgia,” he muttered, his arm tightening around mine. “No skinny dipping.”
I stopped to face him. “You’re no fun,” I said as I pushed my bottom lip out.
“No fun, huh?” The moonlight reflected in his eyes took my breath away.
“No.” I stared into his mesmerizing eyes.
“Georgia.” He ran a warm palm up my arm, over my shoulder before his fingertips dusted beneath my ear.
“Yeah?” I watched him watching me. His eyes landed at my lips and my breathing hitched at the intensity that clouded his eyes.
He stared at me then closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. “We should turn back; you’re drunk. If you pass out on me, I’m not carrying you back,” he teased.
“I’m not that drunk.” I gave him a playful shove. “I want to explore that house we saw from the boat.” My eyes flicked over his shoulder to the cottage tucked in the trees.
“Private property.”
“Never pegged you for a straight and narrow kind of guy,” I said.
His eyes glinted for a moment. “That a challenge?” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled the flesh taut. My heart skipped a few beats as I watched the slow movement.
“Maybe,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his lips.
“Then let’s go,” he said without moving.
“Okay,” I murmured. We stood still for a moment before I slammed my body against his and reached my hand to the back of his neck to tangle in his silky, golden hair. He pressed his lips to mine, and we kissed fiercely.
One hand pressed into my lower back, holding my body to his while the other smoothed up my back and wound my hair around his fist. He pulled gently, arching my neck, exposing my flesh to his lips. He nipped down my throat and placed soft kisses under my ear. His fingers brushed along the nape of my neck, holding me to him. I whimpered and pressed my hips into his, feeling his arousal.
Another groan escaped as thoughts of being with Tristan crashed through my brain. His lips on me. His tongue dancing across my skin. His fingertips caressing me, peeling off my panties, his eyes taking me in for the first time, running his tongue up the sensitive flesh around my hips. I brought his face back to mine in a fiery kiss, wanting everything he had to give.
His hands dropped to my thighs and lifted me around his hips. Both of my hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in his hair, my ankles locked around his waist as he held me, one hand on each ass cheek.
“Georgia,” he grunted as he kneaded the flesh.
“Tristan, please. Let's do this; I can't stop thinking about it.” I nipped along his jaw. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightened almost to the point of pain. He walked backward with me in his arms, kissing and sucking, until the back of his legs hit the wooden walkway of the abandoned cottage. Sitting, I straddled his waist, our lips still exploring languidly. He slid his hands inside my jeans and underneath my panties to palm my ass. His hands on my body kneading, his tongue tasting, lips caressing―drove me mad with lust.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Georgia. Every night I go to bed and think about you. Every morning I get out of bed and can't wait to see you,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along my earlobe.
“Oh God, me too,” I bowed into his hard body.
“I want to be with you. I can’t get you out of my head.” His hands slipped from my jeans and ran underneath my sweater. Fingertips skimmed my ribs and my body arched into him. His palms caressed the underside of my breasts, my head swam with lust. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted all of him tonight.
“Tristan.” I moaned before his fingers traveled over my bra lightly, featheri
ng across my painfully aroused nipples. I threw my head back and my body bowed as I rocked, seeking release of the ache between my legs. His fingers pulled down the cups of my bra and lifted my sweater just high enough to take one breast into his mouth. He slicked around the hardened peak before drawing it further into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around the pebbled tip. He released it to the cool air, causing it to throb with need. His lips traveled to my other nipple to pay it the same attention while his fingers found the abandoned one, pinching and elongating it further.
“I want to feel you,” I moaned, my fingers working to lift his shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, leaving his delicious chest displayed in the moonlight―the body that I’d dreamed about for weeks. I thought of the water that had traveled down the ridges of his muscles, down his pecs, through his abs, and followed the cut of his pelvic muscle before disappearing under the band of his low-slung trunks.
“Lie back.” I leaned over him, wanting my tongue to follow that same path that little, lucky rivulet of water had traveled days ago. My hair curtained around us as I teased my tongue from behind his ear, down his neck, and across his collarbone where I paused to swirl my tongue in the hollow. My hands made their way up his torso, feeling every inch of him as my tongue traveled the opposite direction, down between his pectorals, past the sharp lines bisecting his abdominals, and then across his sharp hips.
He moaned when my tongue reached the waistband of his cargo shorts. His fingers ran through my windblown hair and I felt his erection against the rough twill of his shorts. He jerked his hips when I placed a palm firmly on his cock, rubbing and caressing. Our eyes locked for a moment. His lips opened slightly, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth and my breathing picked up, my fingers fumbling with the button on his shorts.
“Georgia,” he breathed.
“What?” The word escaped my lips as I worked down his zipper.
“Georgia, God, I want to, but we shouldn’t.”
“I want to, Tristan.” I continued to palm him through the cotton of his boxer briefs.
“I know, I want to too, so bad… but you’re―”
“I’m nothing. I want you.” I gazed up at him through my eyelashes.
“Fuck,” the word escaped his lips in a rush. “Lean up for a second.”
I climbed off his lap and watched him lay his shirt in the sand at the foot of the dock. Then he stripped his cargo shorts off and laid them down next to it.
“Lie down,” he murmured. I complied and he leaned over my body, his searing gaze holding my own for a few breathless moments. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. He seemed to be waging an inner battle. He closed his eyes tightly; I closed mine in defeat. He wasn't…this ended here. I threw an arm over my head to cover my eyes in embarrassment.
“Georgia,” he coasted his fingertips against my stomach.
“What?” I mumbled.
“Look at me,” he said.
“No,” I moaned and squeezed my eyes tighter.
“Yes,” the word emerging from his throat in a husky tone. He pulled my arm away from my eyes gently.
“I don't want you to this in the morning. I don't want to anything with you.”
My eyes fluttered open at his words. I bit my bottom lip as my thoughts flicked through my brain. Would I being with Tristan? Would I his hands on my body? His lips trailing across my sensitive flesh?
“I won’t. I won't anything that happens between us,” I whispered. He licked his lips slowly as his eyes seared mine. His hands held my waist and his thumbs worked small circles on my hipbones. My breathing came out in ragged pants and I closed my eyes again, the lust becoming too much to bear.
“Will you regret it in the morning?”
“I could never regret anything with you,” he answered and his lips caressed mine sweetly. I got lost in the sensation of the breath that passed between us, the fingers threaded in my hair, the small undulations our bodies made against each other. With every breath I inhaled the fresh, clean scent I had come to associate with Tristan.
His lips trailed down my throat taking me leisurely, tasting every inch. I exhaled noisily and pressed my hips into his, my legs locked around his waist. He hovered above me in his boxer briefs as I wrapped my body around him, still dressed in my jeans and sweater.
Tristan's lips kissed and suckled at the hollow of my neck. His palms traveled up my ribcage, lifting my sweater. I leaned up so he could peel it off my body. I lay back down and his eyes took in my chest. He pulled the straps of my bra down my shoulders and over my arms. He kissed the exposed skin then gently unhooked my bra. He laid me down on his shirt in the sand, revealing my aching breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled the lingering fabric off and tossed it on the sand.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. My nipples puckered from the cool air. I ground my hips into his as he leaned over and kneaded one breast in his hand, taking the nipple between his lips and swirling it with his tongue.
“Tristan, I need you,” I moaned and arched into him. He switched to my other breast and kneaded and sucked, causing my body to hum. The cool air against my overheated flesh had goosebumps running across my body. His hands caressed me reverently. He reached the button on my jeans and released it quickly. Unzipping my jeans, he ran his hands under the waistband and rubbed firmly around my hips, teasing along my pelvis, alternating light caresses with his fingertips and firmer strokes. It drove me wild, made me dizzy with arousal.
“Lift up, baby,” he whispered and I complied. He pulled off my jeans and discarded them at my feet. Sitting back on his knees, his hand slowly ran up my legs, chasing away the goosebumps left from the cool air, leaving a trail of hot need in their wake. Reaching my panties, his fingers brushed along the elastic. I moaned and writhed beneath his touch.
His mouth curved in a lopsided grin as his eyes met mine. “No regrets?” he murmured.
“Never,” I said, my eyes pleading for him to take me. His nose whispered along the sensitive flesh above my panties before he hooked his fingers in the fabric and dragged them down my legs. He ran his hands up my thighs and kneaded the aching flesh between my legs. He looked up at me again, before brushing his nose along my exposed mound. My breath caught as he slid a finger between the slick folds.
“Like silk,” he breathed. I moaned and he dragged his finger through my lips and rubbed around my clit causing my hips to buck into him.
“God,” I whimpered. He ran a single finger back down before slowly pushing it inside me, thrusting and swirling. My breathing became rough pants and he lowered his mouth to the sensitive flesh before sucking my clit between his lips. My hips keened and my body rolled in ecstasy. I moaned his name as he added another finger and thrust in and out of me, probing and exploring as his tongue swirled and his lips sucked. I felt his teeth drag along my clit and tug while pressing inside me. My body rocked as an orgasm overtook me.
“Tristan,” his name caught in my throat as my body throbbed while he continued to suck. My toes dug into the sand and my hands grabbed for anything at my sides. He continued to suck as my orgasm lit up every nerve in my body. My skin heated and prickled as he held my hips firmly with one hand. He slowed his ministrations and my mind floated back to the present.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. He lifted his head and a soft grin played across his sculpted lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed as he crawled up my body and wrapped both of his hands in my hair. I leaned up to capture his lips with mine and tasted my tart arousal as our tongues mingled together.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my lips as he pulled my hair to one side, arching my neck so he could suck at the skin beneath my ear.
“I want you,” I moaned, my hands trailing down to his slim hips to tug at his boxer briefs. He caught one of my hands and held it firmly in his own.
“We can still stop, Georgia. This can end here.” He pulled back to search my eyes, his muscles taut. His breathing was erratic as
he physically held himself back, waiting for confirmation.
“No. No regrets. I promise, no regrets. I want you.” My eyes were heavy as I peered back at him. His tongue ran along his bottom lip and I followed the action. I captured his lips with my own in a searing kiss, showing him just how much I wanted him.
“I’ve got a condom, but I’m clean, Georgia. I want to feel you, I want it to be just us.” He lowered his head and kissed me slowly. “I just want me inside you.” He ran a thumb across my cheekbone as he whispered against my lips.
“Yes… I’m clean too and I’m on birth control.” I pressed my body to his. “I want you inside me.”
A garbled groan escaped his throat as I tugged the underwear from his body. I palmed the tight muscles of his backside in my hands. He moaned and inadvertently thrust causing the heat between our bodies to double as we lay together for the first time. We both sighed as Tristan teased his length around me deliciously slowly. He ran the thick head of his erection to my clit and my body spasmed with pleasure.
I locked my ankles around his waist and pressed into him. Tristan ran his length through my wet folds as he cupped my face in his hands, tracing slow circles on my cheeks with his thumbs, his lips devouring mine as he slowly sunk into me. Pleasure flooded my brain as I took him in, my body adjusting to him. Tears sprang to my eyes as the overwhelming sensations of pleasure pulsed through my body. Feelings intensified as we lay there finally connected. He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, his eyes watching me with each stroke.
“You’re perfect,” Tristan whispered as he steadily rocked in and out of me. “You’re so perfect.”
My eyes fluttered open and I watched him hold his bottom lip between his teeth as if he were concentrating. “It's never…this is…” he paused without finishing his thought. I ran my hands up his smooth back and dug my short nails into the muscle, needing to feel him harder, faster, everywhere.
“You’re perfect, too. You feel so perfect.” Hearing my words he rocked more quickly, picking up a steady rhythm, making our bodies move together blissfully. He straightened above me and ran his palms down the back of my thighs, causing fire to ignite my nerve endings. He held them firmly in his hands and leaned over me, holding my legs tightly. He worked in and out, taking on a punishing rhythm, errant strands of hair falling over his forehead as he panted above me. My hand slid down between us and I touched his base where our bodies connected. His eyes flickered open as he watched.
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