Sweet Alibi

by Adriane Leigh

  “Just a sec.” I scurried, dress in hand, to hang it in the bathroom before closing the door so he wouldn’t see it. “’Kay,” I whispered as I stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him.

  “Georgia,” Drew shrieked. Tristan opened the door, ducking his head in, blond waves falling over his eyes. He was dressed in charcoal slacks and a white shirt, untucked but buttoned, a beautiful grey blue tie hanging loose around his neck.

  “Five minutes,” Drew ordered before Tristan shut the door in her face.

  “Hey.” His eyes held mine, his gaze hot and fierce. Passion simmered just beneath their emerald depths.

  “Hey,” I murmured. His eyes flicked down my body, over the lace hoisting my breasts to my chin, the boning whittling my waist, the scrap of lace panties and the garters attached at my thighs. He inhaled a sharp breath. I pressed my lips together nervously.

  “Are you good?” he muttered as he stepped closer, taking my face in both of his hands.

  “So good,” I answered, never breaking his intense gaze.

  “’Kay.” He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that meant so much more than just our lips pressed together. It conveyed his longing for me and anxiety that I still might run. I wouldn't run. Truth be told, I was surprised how calm I was. If anything, I was afraid he would cave, decide he wasn't ready after all.

  “Are you good?” I pulled away and searched his face. His eyes flicked down to my lips, swollen from his kiss.

  “I’m so fucking good.” He pulled me to his lips again. One hand smoothed down my ribcage and held me tight to him at the waist. I snaked a hand around his hips and held him to me.

  “I love you,” I murmured as I rested my head on his shoulder and took a hit of my favorite scent. That ocean fresh scent that calmed me, soothed my nerves, made me feel at home.

  “I love you too, baby. More and more every day.” He threaded his fingers through the loose waves that trailed over one shoulder. “You look beautiful.” He lifted my head and dusted his nose along mine.

  “Thanks.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed this moment before we got married. Our last single moment together. My mind ran through the last year and a half remembering the instant he stepped into the beach house kitchen last summer, and tipped his head at me, his eyes taking me in. Then he'd helped me cook dinner and swiped a blob of paint off my temple. He took my breath away then and he was still doing it now.

  “Time’s up.” Drew knocked on the door.

  “See you in twenty?” He pulled away from me, worry dancing in his eyes, his full bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

  “I’ll be the one in white.” I grinned and traced my thumb along his upper lip before freeing the bottom one from his grasp.

  “Can’t wait.” He sighed before leaning down to capture my lips with his own. He held my cheeks firmly in his hands, his thumbs resting on my cheekbones, holding my face while he took my lips, something he’d been doing since the beginning of us. He owned me with that kiss. Possessing me, reassuring me, reassuring himself.

  “See you, beautiful.” He pulled away, bringing my hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles.

  “See you,” I breathed. His lips turned up in his beautiful, lopsided grin before he turned and whisked out of the room. He past Drew, and she gave him an angry glare. He only winked as he passed her.

  “Stubborn bastard,” she murmured before stepping in and heading for the bathroom for my dress. I laughed as butterflies danced in my stomach. He was my stubborn bastard and I loved every single bit of him.

  Sixty-Two

  Tristan

  I held her hand firmly in my own as we sat at the table. Every moment of today, she’d taken my breath away.

  When she’d walked down the makeshift aisle in the sand lined with petals to meet me at the end,

  when she'd told me she promised to love me forever and said, “I do,” and

  when she kissed me, she left me breathless.

  But it shouldn’t have been a surprise, because every day since she’d entered my life a year ago, she'd been stealing my breath.

  Now we sat outside at the table Drew had set up, covered in white linen, champagne glasses half full, candles flickering in the evening light. I had finally married the girl that had been stealing my breath from day one.

  My fingertips worked small circles, fingering the satin of her dress high on her thigh. Seeing her in that white dress, walking toward me, I'd closed my eyes because she was the most stunning fucking thing I’d ever seen. I’d never imagined my wedding day, never thought I would get married, never cared to, but seeing her walk toward me, watching her give her life to me, promising to love me and let me take care of her, wake up with her every morning—the enormity of the moment nearly stopped my heart.

  “I can’t wait to peel this dress off you,” I leaned into her neck and whispered in her ear.

  “Tristan.” She looked up at me with hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip. I knew that look. That was the look that told me she wanted me. She squirmed and pressed her thighs together. Another one of her signals. White dress or not, she always looked better naked, and we’d been putting on appearances all fucking day. The minute her lips locked with mine after we'd said, “I do,” I had wanted her. I wanted to consummate our love. Show her she was mine and I was abso-fucking-lutely hers. Every inch of me, every beat of my heart belonged to her.

  “Let’s duck out of her. They won’t mind,” I murmured as I traced a fingertip up her thigh. “You look gorgeous, but I like you better naked,” I growled. She turned me into an animal.

  “Yes.” I could see her chest heaving with labored pants.

  “Fuck, you’re wet already, aren’t you?” I nipped at her earlobe as a small moan escaped her throat.

  “Come on.” Gavin threw his cloth napkin at me. “Like we don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, man.” He laughed as Drew shook her head and ducked under his arm, snuggling up close.

  “I can’t help it if I want to get this dress off her.” I ran my nose up the delicate line of her neck and felt her shuddering beneath my breath.

  “Remember how we were, honey? You can’t blame them.” Justin passed Silas a knowing look.

  “Jesus, spare me the details,” Drew groaned before she tipped the glass of champagne to her lips.

  “All night.” Silas grinned and then pressed a deep kiss to Justin’s lips. A smile lit my face because I loved it when Silas fucked with Drew.

  “Can we call it a night? I want to get my wife in bed,” I murmured, swallowing the last of the champagne in my glass.

  “Tristan,” she chided.

  I shrugged. “You guys are staying in the beach house, right?”

  “Yep. Go on. We’ll take these few things in so you guys can get started on your wedding night.” Drew winked at Georgia.

  “I can help.” Georgia stood and I whipped my head around to look at her. I couldn’t stand another minute. I’d been suffering with a tent in my pants all through dinner.

  “They can get it, babe.” I tried to signal her with my eyes. She arched a knowing eyebrow at me before I stood up and clasped one of her hands in mine. “Trust me, they can get it,” I growled in her ear.

  “Problem, lover boy?” She palmed my dick through my pants and my hips jerked involuntarily. The air escaped my lungs in a whoosh.

  “That’s it. We’re starting our wedding night now if I have to carry you over my shoulder to our bedroom.”

  She giggled and gave my cock a squeeze.

  “Vixen.” I tugged on her hand. The breeze whipped her thick chestnut hair around her shoulder as the wind carried her laugh and she looked back at our friends and gave a small wave. They whooped and hollered at us as we walked up the sand to the deck. I lifted her in my arms, the soft satin of her dress caressing my skin as she wrapped her arms around my neck and giggled. I thought the champagne had gotten to her.

  “You're such a caveman sometimes,” she murmured.

  “
You bring it out in me.” I flashed the crooked grin that always had her melting in a puddle at my feet before I stepped across the threshold of our house for the first time as husband and wife.

  “My caveman,” she murmured as I crossed into our room and set her down in front of the bed. She nipped her lip between her teeth and looked up beneath hooded eyelids.

  “God, that look, baby.” My heart pounded in my chest. I traced a finger along her collarbone, ran it across her shoulder, and then gently turned her away from me. I slowly unhooked the tiny hooks on her dress and watched it pool at her feet on the floor. The sexy corset she was wearing accentuated the perfect curve of her ass, down to her creamy thighs. I ran my fingers down her soft legs and unsnapped the garters. They dropped as I ran my hands back up to her waist, dusting my fingers along the lace covering her pussy. She moaned and arched into me and my dick throbbed in my pants. I was so fucking hard for her; I’d been thinking about this moment all goddamned day.

  I moved my fingertips to slowly unhook each hook of the corset before it dropped to the floor at her feet. I pulled her long hair around her neck and let it lay over one shoulder. She arched her neck and opened up to me. I leaned in and dusted my lips along her skin, over her shoulder, following the curve of her body.

  “So beautiful. Every inch of you.” I inhaled the skin beneath her ear, taking in her soft scent. “I can smell you, how turned on you are. You have no idea what it does to me.” I thrust my aching hard-on into her ass to let her feel just how fucking turned on I was. A muffled groan escaped her throat as she arched her back and threaded her fingers into my hair from behind. I sucked on the skin beneath her earlobe before I slowly turned her to face me.

  “I have something for you.” I pulled back, a seductive grin lifting my lips.

  “I know, and I'm ready and waiting.” She pressed her open palm to my rock hard erection.

  “I have something else.” I shook my head and bent to the duffle bag under our bed where I'd been keeping something for her.

  She smiled before taking the present from my hands and hooking a finger in the wrapping paper. She peeled the paper away and I watched her eyes as they rose in surprise, her mouth forming a perfect O, before she put one hand to her mouth.

  “Tristan,” the word escaped her lungs on a puff of air.

  “It's the 1903 edition of Tristan and Iseult. I found it in Jacksonville before I came back here . . . I was just waiting for the right time . . .” I pressed my lips together, worrying them. Maybe this wasn't enough, maybe she had expected more.

  “Oh, it's beautiful.” Her hands ran over the worn fabric of the cover.

  “Is it okay? I didn't know what I could get that would mean enough. I always associated so much pain with the story after my mom left, but after last summer . . . those were some of the best moments, my best memories, reading with you on the beach . . .”

  “Tristan, it's so perfect. I never told you, but Tristan and Iseult is what brought me back here, back to you . . .” Soft tears fell down her cheeks.

  My eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” I swiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb.

  “I found the book in my bag, months later, and it all came back. Every moment we had. And Tristan and Iseult, how they'd denied each other and it ruined them. I knew I couldn't do it anymore. I'd been living in a daze before then, but seeing that book brought it all back, brought you back, and I knew I couldn’t stay away anymore. I left the same day.” Her dark chocolate eyes held my own.

  I sucked in a quick breath and pulled her into my arms. Caressing her soft hair, murmuring in her ear how much I loved her.

  “God, okay, enough.” She giggled as she swiped at the tears in her eyes. “I don't have anything for you,” she said softly.

  “This,” I yanked her hips flush with mine, my erection pressed between us, “is more than enough.” I nipped the flesh beneath her ear.

  “Well . . .” She pulled away. Her thumbs dusted across her hips as she slowly moved her panties back and forth. Her thumbs hooked into the delicate lace as she eased them an inch down, another inch. So fucking low before she stopped and turned, her lip sucked between her teeth. She was giving me a strip tease. Her tits were full, her nipples hard, and she was teasing me with that little scrap of panties. There was no way I could find the patience for this after waiting all day.

  “Baby,” I murmured as my eyes watched her thumbs playing with the lace at her hips. I growled before I lunged at her, dropping to my knees and tearing the lace off her body. I heard it tear, heard her giggle, but could think of nothing else but her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. I brushed my nose in her pussy and lapped at her swollen folds. I licked and teased her clit. She clenched her fingers in my hair and tugged, pulling my face to her wet core, begging for more, as I tasted her. Devoured her. I was ravenous for her. I was a man on a mission and my mission was to have her come all over my face, repeatedly. Tonight.

  “Tristan. Oh God, Tristan,” she moaned as I felt her hips gyrating against my face. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit and sucked and swirled my tongue, pulled it into my mouth, and sucked again. I scraped my teeth along her aching flesh before I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and pulled at her. She exploded around me, drenching my hand, her scent overpowering me. I sucked and felt her flesh throbbing around my fingers, milking me, her core hot and wet and quivering.

  “So fucking beautiful when you come all over my face,” I murmured before pushing her back on the bed and spreading her legs for me. I pushed my fingers through her swollen flesh and lapped at her, taking everything she had to give until she was clean. She writhed and moaned, her fingers kneading her breasts, her head thrust back in the most elegant way. I loosened my tie and threw it on the floor, shrugged my shirt over my shoulders, and paused to take her in. Her beautiful body lay out before me, curvy and soft and all mine. My hands ran up her torso and I plucked at her nipples, then wrapping around her neck, thumbs at her collarbone as she panted with pleasure.

  “I want to see this face every day.”

  “What face?” she breathed as her eyes finally rolled open

  “The face that says I’ve given you so much pleasure you’ve lost yourself.”

  “Oh,” she murmured as she sucked her lip between her teeth.

  “Don’t hurt those beautiful lips either.” I traced my tongue along the seam and they opened for me. I kissed her, devoured her, gave her the taste of herself on my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, threaded her fingers in my hair, and held my body to her own. I felt so connected to her. A year ago, it would have scared me to feel that much for anyone.

  But she wasn’t just anyone.

  She was my Georgia.

  My girl, forever.

  And despite anything we were going through, she’d given me that. My mind was at peace. I wasn’t afraid she would leave me. The caveman in me sighed in relief. I had a ring on her finger, and she was in my bed. I knew I was the only one that could make her come undone like that. She was mine and she wasn’t running.

  “I want you inside me,” she murmured as she locked her legs around my waist. I grinned against her lips as I fumbled with the button on my pants. She shoved them down my hips and my aching cock sprang free. I teased her wet folds, ran up the seam of her lips, and ground my pelvis into her clit. She gasped and then a low moan escaped her throat.

  “Fuck, you drive me insane. Every moan, every look. I can’t get enough,” I murmured before thrusting deep into her. Her body lifted off the bed as she took me in, begging for the connection we always felt when we were together. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” I muttered against her lips.

  “Tell me,” she murmured. I huffed a breath against her flesh, sucking on her sweet skin, tugging it between my teeth.

  “I feel you throbbing around my cock. Sucking me in, begging me to take you. Your lips wrapping around my shaft. Your heels digging into my ass.” This was her favorite, when I described ev
ery single sensation I was feeling.

  “Faster, harder, please.”

  “No, baby. Nice and slow. I want to feel everything,” I murmured as I dragged my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Drag and thrust, plunge and pull. Her breath picked up as I sucked an erect nipple into my mouth, her body arching off the bed, her heels pushing my hips into her throbbing core, pulling me deeper.

  “Every smooth ridge, I can feel the end of you. Feel your pulse quickening around my dick. Your clit swelling against my pelvis when I grind into you,” I whispered before shaking overtook her body, clenching my cock, her legs quivering, nails digging into my back as her release shot through her.

  “I’ve waited, so long . . .” she murmured between pants.

  “For what, baby?” Speech was difficult as I thrust in and out of her, hit the end, and swirled my hips, causing her to moan repeatedly. She was losing herself. Losing herself in the pleasure. I could see it in her eyes—the way her neck arched, the way her nails clawed at my back, my arms. She was ravenously seeking me.

  “For you. I’ve been waiting so long for you,” she murmured as I took her. My heart beat tenfold as my eyes widened at her words. I searched her beautiful face, held taut with ecstasy, her full lips red and swollen from my kisses. She pulled one elegant arm up behind her and held onto the bedpost.

  There she was, taking my fucking breath away. The way she gave herself over to me. By giving me everything she had, she owned me. I’d told her that before, and I’d meant it, but today, giving me her future without question, our future was solidified. Everything snapped into focus.

  Life with her.

  Our kids.

  Our grandkids.

  She and I.

  Coffee on the porch as the waves roared.

  Watching the winter roll in on the beach.

  Sailing in the summer.

  My world shifted and now she was my axis.

  I revolved around her.