Sweet Alibi

by Adriane Leigh

  “Say something, love.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Georgia. When we were in Mexico for spring break, it just happened. We were having such a great time; it was perfect. The sun was out, the water was warm, the bed was big. He just asked me and I said yes. We did it an hour later on the beach. I don’t think he was expecting to do it. It just happened, Georgia, and I knew you would be pissed that I did it without you, but it felt so right,” he finally finished.

  “I . . . I don’t even know what to say.” I was still in shock. My brain wasn’t computing what he was telling me.

  “Congratulations, maybe?” Silas asked.

  “God, I’m sorry. Congratulations. Of course, congratulations. I’m thrilled for you. I’m sad I wasn’t there, but I’m thrilled. Just shocked.”

  “I know. This doesn’t seem like me, but Justin, he’s—”

  “He’s perfect,” I finished, a grin pulling at my cheeks. “God, Silas. You’re married.” Tears sprang to my eyes when I thought of my best friend finding someone he loved so completely that he promised to spend his life with him.

  “I know.” I could hear him tearing up on the other end. “You’re making me cry, Georgia.”

  “I’m crying too.” Emotion shook my body as tears streamed down my face. I wiped them with the back of one hand.

  Tristan came up and wrapped both his arms around my body from behind. “Congrats, Silas,” he muttered into the phone before tucking his face into my neck and kissing at the overheated flesh.

  “Tell your hunk of a boyfriend thanks,” Silas said.

  “Hey, you’re a taken man now.” I laughed.

  “Just ’cause I’m off the market doesn’t mean I’m dead.”

  “Heard that.” Tristan pulled his sensual lips from my neck and sang into the phone before attacking my lobe with his teeth.

  “God, wait, you let me ramble on and on about my bullshit and here you’d gotten married, Silas?” I felt so selfish.

  “You needed to get it out. I understand.”

  “It’s not anywhere near as important as your news. You should have stopped me.”

  “It is important, love. But thanks. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Another happy tear trickled down my cheek. Silas had been through so much over the years, been so ravaged by the pain and judgment put on him by his parents, it was overwhelming that he’d finally loved himself enough to give his heart to another. I wouldn’t have thought it possible a year ago, but now, it did feel right.

  “I’m going to let you get back to what you were doing. I can hear him sucking on you.”

  I laughed as tears rolled down my cheeks. “See you soon?”

  “See you soon, love.”

  “Silas?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Congratulations again.”

  “Thanks,” he murmured before hanging up the phone. I set my cell on the counter and spun around on the stool to land in Tristan’s arms.

  “I can’t believe he got married.”

  “Why?” Tristan whispered as he made his way up the column of my neck, sucking on my flesh as he went. I arched away from him to get his attention.

  “Because it’s Silas. He’s such a slut.”

  “Was a slut. Find the right person and suddenly it becomes not so hard to change your habits.” He latched onto my neck and ran his hands up my shirt. His words didn’t have time to resonate because he overwhelmed my body with his lips as I locked my arms around his neck and gave into his sensual assault.

  Forty-Eight

  Georgia

  “This has got to stop, seriously.” Tristan arched one eyebrow at me as I sat curled in his lap on the couch watching The Notebook while a light spring rain pattered against the windows.

  “What are you talking about?” I grinned up at him as he stroked his long fingers through my thick hair.

  “I’m talking about the sappy shit. It’s got to end. I can’t take it for another minute.” He pushed himself off the couch and snagged the remote on his way.

  “Hey! You can’t deprive me of Nick,” I screamed and darted for him as he flicked to an action movie.

  “The sappy shit is only for girls who aren't getting any, and you’re getting it, right here.” He poked his thumb at his chest.

  I rolled my eyes. “You are so full of yourself.”

  “Call it like I see it.” He lifted one shoulder.

  “So do I, and I’m callin’ bullshit.” I angled around a corner of the island in my quest to get the remote back.

  “Oh, I don’t think so.” He walked backward with the sexiest smirk lighting his face. “I’m quite sure I keep you satisfied in all departments.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “You are so corny.” I shook my head and lunged for the remote in his hands. He dropped it on the countertop and caught me in his arms, pulling me tight to his body and wrapping one warm palm around my neck. Leaning in, he took my lips in a predatory kiss. I moaned into his mouth and arched my body into him. I was putty in his hands. His lips, his deft fingers, that smile had me melting in a puddle at his feet and he knew it.

  “You don’t play fair.” I pulled away from his lips.

  “Playing fair is overrated. I know my talents and I use them to my advantage.” He arched my neck to the side and sucked on the flesh. I moaned and savored his lips on my skin. “You’re so beautiful, Georgia. Have I told you that? Because I need to each and every single day. You’re so beautiful and I can’t get enough of you.”

  I groaned in response as he pushed me back against the counter. I was pinned between the hard granite and the wall of his chest, and it was heaven. With one hand at the small of my back, he bent me backward and slid his hand up my chest and along my throat, arching my neck to reveal more flesh to him.

  He trailed his lips along my skin and murmured, “I can’t get enough of my lips on you. Tasting you. Exploring your beautiful body. I want to be inside you every day. I ache when we’re apart.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned and hooked my legs around his waist, pressing my body into his, rubbing and grinding, seeking relief from the tension that was building.

  “Let's get married,” he blurted as he ran a hand up and under my shirt.

  “What?” My eyes fluttered open. I must have been hearing things. There was no way Tristan just asked me to marry him. Not after we’d only been together a few months. Not after we’d started out on such rocky ground.

  “Marry me. I want you every single day for the rest of my life. My day isn’t complete until I wake up to your beautiful face. Your smart mouth. I need it to keep me in line.” A sexy smirk danced across his face.

  “Okay, I agree with that last part, but are you nuts?” I shoved him off me.

  “Head over heels for you,” he murmured and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

  “Stop, you’re trying to use your talents to sway me.” I giggled and pushed him off me again.

  “Whatever it takes, baby.” He grinned unapologetically.

  “I’m not marrying you.”

  I watched hurt flash across his eyes.

  “I don’t mean that. I mean, I’m not marrying you now.”

  “Why?” He watched me, the most endearing, perplexed look on his face, as if he really didn’t understand why I would say no.

  “I’ll ask again: are you nuts?”

  “I already told you, I’m head over heels for you. Completely drunk on you. If I know one thing for sure, it’s that you and I are it. I told you—you own me.” His voice lowered as he finished.

  “I know, but—”

  “No buts. It is what it is.” He snaked his hands around my waist and pushed his hips into me. “Say no all you want, Georgia, but I’m not taking it back. You’re mine.”

  “Are you saying this because you’re worried because of the letter? Because I have to go back to DC?”

  “No fucking way. Not even close. Don’t read more into it than what it is
. I want you, end of story.”

  “You always want me,” I murmured, referring to his hard as steel erection pressed between us.

  “No hiding it, no denying it.” He dipped his head to catch my lips with his. “Come on. Silas and Justin tied the knot.”

  I heaved a sigh. “You are relentless.”

  “I like getting my way.” He kissed me: exploring, tasting, owning. I popped the button on his jeans and slid them and his briefs over his thighs before I took his cock in my hand.

  “I like getting my way too.” I peered up at him from beneath my lashes before dropping down on my knees and lapping at his throbbing dick.

  “Fuck.” He sifted his hands through my hair as I worked up and down his length.

  “Hands off,” I instructed between licks. “Put them on the counter.” This was about me being in control and denying him what he wanted.

  Forty-Nine

  Tristan

  “Christ, Georgia,” I groaned and clutched at the edge of the counter. She sucked so fucking hard, I thought my mind would explode. I wouldn’t last more than a few more strokes, and I knew this was a power play on her part. She was trying to divert my mind from my impromptu proposal and fuck if it wasn’t working. She did own me. And she was just proving that ten times over by dropping on her knees and putting her mouth on me.

  “Fuck, I need to touch you,” I moaned and threw my head back, the muscles taut in my throat, my breathing heavy, my chest wracked with desperate pants.

  “Can’t get everything you want,” she mumbled around a mouthful of my dick.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as my hips thrust involuntarily into her face. My hands fisted around the countertop until my knuckles turned white. “You drive me insane,” I gritted through my teeth. “My dick between your lips is a beautiful thing, but I need to come inside you.” I threw caution to the wind and lifted her up to stand, yanked her pants down her legs and ran my fingers down her wet slit. “Turns you on sucking me off, hey, baby?”

  “Yes . . .” she moaned, her beautiful body thrown back in pleasure. I ran my fingers between her lips and pulled at her swollen clit, causing her body to arch and buck into me before I thrust two fingers inside her.

  “So fucking hot.” I lifted her shirt with my other hand and ducked my head under the fabric to attach my lips to her nipple. I sucked and elongated the peak, kneading her flesh with my palm. I massaged circles around her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers in and out of her until I felt her body quiver and start the descent into falling apart. “Ah, not yet, beautiful.” I pulled my fingers from her body and traced them up her neck to land at her full lips. “You’re going to come with me inside you.” I traced my fingers, wet from her juices, along her lips before plunging them into her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she sucked my fingers as tightly as she’d been sucking my cock just minutes ago. Her chocolate brown eyes peered up at me from beneath thick lashes, hooded and lustful, and driving me to fucking distraction. She looked so innocent, but that was the last thing she was. She embraced her sexuality completely and it was just another reason she owned me completely.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth and took her lips with mine, devouring her. Tasting her arousal on her lips had my dick rock-fucking-hard and ready to explode if I didn’t get inside her beautiful body soon. I lifted her up on the counter and impaled her. Sheathed myself in her pulsing hot pussy and slammed back and forth.

  I brought it straight fucking home because I didn’t have the patience to wait. She was mine and she needed to know it. I had to show her. I took her head in both of my hands and thrust my tongue into her mouth, searching her and invading her just in the same way we were connected as I thrust my cock inside her. I wanted to crawl into her; it was fucking home to have her take me in this way, embracing me. I’d never felt so possessive and loved all in the same moment like I did when Georgia and I came together like this.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she groaned as her pussy clenched my cock like a fist and tremors wracked her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as her arms gave out and she crumpled back on the counter.

  “Eyes, I want your eyes when I’m inside you.” I ground my hips into her and circled them around, taking advantage of her orgasm to launch my own. My thighs clenched and my fingers dug into her soft hips as I poured myself into her. I wanted it all with her. My whole fucking future was laid at my doorstep as I revealed myself to her, opened up to her, and saw the next fifty years of our lives together. A white dress, kids, family vacations, a rocking chair on the very same deck of the house we were fucking in right now. I wanted it all and having it with anyone else other than the girl that’d just come undone underneath me wasn’t an option. I just hoped she felt it too.

  Fifty

  Tristan

  “I have to go. I promise I won't see him—I have no reason to, but I have to go.” Georgia sat beside me on the newly restored porch as we sipped coffee. Spring rain was misting down around us as we watched the waves roll in. Her first renters were scheduled for this weekend and she’d busted her ass for the last few weeks to get the house in perfect condition. She’d been a nervous wreck. And I’d suspected she'd thrown herself into the rental to forget the parole hearing that was fast approaching. Oh yeah, and that fucking proposal that we hadn’t talked about since it had happened. She’d done a stellar job distracting me with her lips around my dick, but don’t think it hadn’t crossed my mind since. It might have been in the moment and impulsive, a jackass move for me since I didn’t even have a ring for her, but if she would have said yes, I would have carried her off that same day and tied her to me, body and soul, forever.

  “I get you have to go, but I don’t get why I can’t go with you.” I took a sip of my coffee as my eyes stayed trained on hers.

  “I have to do this by myself. You don’t understand. Kyle was always there for me, through all of this, holding my hand. He was my lifeline. I need to be my own lifeline—strong enough to face this to get over it.” Her fingers stroked my hand sweetly.

  “I get it, but I don’t like it.” I sighed. “How long will you be gone?” The parole hearing was next week and now that everything with the beach rental was taken care of, she had lots of excess energy to focus on it.

  “A day or two tops.”

  “Can’t Silas go with you?” If I couldn’t be there, he would be the next best thing. I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

  “No, and anyway, he’s busy. He and Justin are working on getting financing for the pub. Remember?”

  Silas and Justin were trying to open a gastropub in downtown Wilmington. Justin had the culinary skills to feed the masses and Silas had the finances and energy to get it off the ground.

  “I just don’t want you facing it alone.” I also didn’t want her running into Kyle. I knew she wouldn’t seek him out, but I didn’t trust him not to pull shit if he heard she was in town. I also hated to admit in some deep, dark part of me, I was concerned she wouldn’t be able to resist his advances and would fall back into old habits, just as she’d always done.

  “I’ll be fine.” She leaned over and pecked me on the lips. She tasted like coffee and vanilla, just how she’d always tasted. That flavor had my heart racing since I’d tasted it on her lips last summer when we’d shared our first kiss. Vanilla had become synonymous with Georgia and it made me love her all the more.

  Love.

  I’d finally admitted it to myself. I’d been afraid to admit that before the proposal, but after, all bets were off. In my mind, anyway. I just needed to get past this parole hearing before I put us on the path to our future. Because the future was ours, our futures were forever entwined. I just had to show her that.

  “Come here.” I hauled her out of her chair and plopped her in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tucked her head into my neck. My heart skipped a few beats with her wrapped around me, just in the same way she was wrapped around my heart. If this girl
left me again, she would crush me.

  Completely.

  “I love you.” I held her cheeks in my hands and searched her eyes for something that would tell me she felt the same way.

  Fifty-One

  Georgia

  He’d said it. He’d finally said the words we hadn’t said to each other since my world had fallen apart last summer. He’d asked me to marry him this winter and yet we still hadn’t said those words again. It didn’t matter, because he’d settled into my heart and without saying the words, I knew I was his completely. I did love him, more than I ever thought it possible to love someone.

  “I love you too,” I whispered and pressed my lips to his, molding us together in a way that took my breath away. “I love you completely.” I pulled away and held his face in mine. “And you don’t have to worry. I feel okay with this. I’ll be fine. I’m going in there, saying what I have to say, and leaving.”

  “Coming back to me?” His deep green eyes swam with emotion as he searched my face.

  “Only place I wanna be is right here.” I pressed my hand to his chest, directly over his heart.

  “Okay.” He licked his lips as relief flooded his face. “I love you.” His easy grin returned and his eyes did that beautiful sparkling thing that never failed to have me melting at his feet.

  “I told you, I love you too.” I grinned before crawling off his lap.

  “Smart ass.” He smacked me on the bottom before I swung around and headed back into the house. My heart was so light, it took my breath away. I’d needed time to process the upcoming parole hearing, but Tristan had helped me by getting on with our lives. We hadn’t dwelled; he hadn’t insisted we talk about it. I spoke about it when I wanted to, but he never pushed me. He held me when I woke up from a nightmare and shushed me back to sleep. It took time, but soon they dissipated.