Oceans Apart 2

by Amanda Heartley

  I felt I’d known her all my life. We were having such a great time and I figured it would be an excellent time to give her my gift. I slid the box across the table and waited, hoping her reaction would be positive. My heart pounded in my chest, waiting for her to open it. After a moment, Ginny looked up, and her eyes twinkled as her luscious lips twisted into a half-crooked smile.

  “Tristan, they’re beautiful!” Ginny exclaimed, fingers trailing softly over the antique pearl drop earrings.

  “I saw them today when I was wandering around Rodeo Drive and I just knew I had to get them for you.

  “Tristan these are really expensive, you shouldn’t have.”

  I reached over the table and took her hand, “Yes, I should have… A beautiful gift for a beautiful girl. I hope you like them.”

  “I love them, Tristan.” Her smile lit up her whole face. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  As we sat in the limo, I was pulled into Ginny’s orbit. I moved in close enough to pull her into my arms. I buried my face into the side of her neck, her auburn hair emitting its own sweet smelling fragrance as we drove back to my hotel. I could feel the heat rising as we leaned into one another, my arm wrapped securely around her shoulders and her soft hand bled warmth where it rested on my thigh.

  “I’m really glad you came back,” she whispered as she looked at me with her beautiful grey eyes. Without thinking, my free hand cupped her warm cheek, thumb brushing the outer most corner of her mouth and the desire that shot through me was almost more than I could handle. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and leaned in to brush a soft kiss against her sinful lips, before settling back against the seat.

  “I’m glad I came back too,” I replied and with those words, Ginny smiled at me, her eyes lit up and we made the remainder of the trip in relative silence. We walked through the hotel lobby, hand in hand and I glanced over to see her reaction to the opulence my father enjoyed and insisted upon wherever he went, but her expression didn’t change at all. In fact, it wasn’t until the door to my room clicked closed behind us that she even spoke a word.

  “Tristan…”

  Immediately, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. My lips locked onto hers with a heat I’d never felt before. We stumbled backwards until I had her pinned to the wall. My lips devoured her as I shook my arm to take off my coat. Her fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons on my shirt while I reached my hand under the hem of her dress and tugged hard at her knickers. She gasped as the delicate lace ripped under my fingers and fell to the floor.

  Her breathing was heavy and all I could think of was how bad I wanted her. I held her tight against the wall, her hands moved across my body, anywhere, everywhere. I finally finished ripping my shirt off and unbuckled my pants, letting them fall to the floor. My cock was rock hard and I lifted her thigh high into the crook of my arm. “God, Ginny, I want you…”. I nudged the head of my cock, slippery with precum, between her warm, wet lips then slammed my cock deep inside her. I withdrew and plunged into her again.

  “Tristan…yes…” her soft voice cried out. Her voice was like black treacle, thick and sweet, the sound tickling my ear and further hardening my aching cock. “I want you.”

  Those three little words were my complete undoing and I thrusted into her again and again. Her sweet moans of pleasure told me she was about to cum. My lips were on hers, restless, fearless. Her body shivered and she jerked, as if weak in the knees. I wrapped one hand tight around her wrists, raising them above her as we rocked against the wall. She moaned with each thrust, her pussy had to have been lined in velvet. I licked her mouth, her face, her neck— nothing soft about the way we fucked or the way I fucked her. She was pinned to the wall and could hardly move. It was all lustful need and hunger, as if we wanted to consume the very essence of one another.

  Ginny trembled, her tongue slipping and sliding around mine and sending endorphins screaming through my sweaty body. I groaned at the feeling of taking charge and pulled her arms tighter above her head. She was mine, all mine and I knew just at that moment I was wrecked for anyone else. I could tell she was close by the loud groan that burst through her body and with an explosion of primal, animalistic grunts, she bit my lip and we thrashed through the most mind-fucking orgasm I’ve ever felt. “Ahhhh,” I thrusted harder and deeper...my ass clenched, and I let out a deep growl. I pulled back to look at her face, her eyes, her mouth. She’s so fucking beautiful. That look, Oh my god, she’s cumming...with…me…

  “Yes!” Ginny groaned as if she were flying apart. I leaned down to catch her mouth in another kiss before driving forward repeatedly, the sound of our bodies slapping together was satisfying and arousing all at once. Already I knew I wanted more from this woman. I’d forever be obsessed with the silky feel of her cunt as it slid around me again and again. Slipping back slightly, I panted out a breath as her hands fell to my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her, holding here there against the wall. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t think straight. Nor did I want to.

  “Tristan.” She croaked.

  “God, Gin. You’re so fucking sexy,” I groaned, leaning my head forward to lick and kiss the skin of her neck. I teased her skin softly, the taste of her sweat burst onto my tongue like fine wine. I let my nose continue brushing her skin as I reached around the back of her dress searching for the zipper.

  “Tris, baby, can we at least get to the bed? I must be really heavy.”

  “Ginny, you aren’t heavy, you’re beautiful.” I replied, letting my now flaccid cock slip out of her. “Sorry about your knickers, but seeing you in this dress and your hair and your sparkling eyes, I just couldn’t help myself.”

  “No biggie on the nicks, I really liked it— no, not liked it, I loved it!” She purred, leaning up against the wall.

  I reached down and pulled my pants up, took her hand, and pulled her over to the bed. As we fell across the mattress, I noticed the high-heels that she still wore. “Good thing you kept these on.” I chuckled, referencing the height difference between me and her.

  “Yeah, I guess so.” She said before bringing her hand up to bury it in my hair. “You are one hot Englishman; I’ve never been fucked up against the wall.” She said, her voice wavering slightly. My gaze turned soft to show her how much I liked that she would do something outside of the norm for me. Not that she had a choice, but I hadn’t heard any protests.

  “I’m glad it was me.” I replied, the last hour replaying in my head. “Fuck baby, I want you so bad.” My voice sounded wrecked, even to my own ears.

  She must have liked that answer, because she gave me a smile before bending to let our lips touch again. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress all the way down and she shifted so I could slide it off her body. As our tongues took time to dance and duel, I unfastened her bra, sliding it off her and tossing it somewhere in the room. I couldn’t tell where her mouth began and mine ended, I was so intent in making sure our lips stayed together as I removed my clothes. Her hand moved from my hair to my shoulder pushing me back until I was flat on my back, her warmth settling gingerly on top of me.

  “I’m not too heavy am I?” she asked sheepishly.

  “Not at all, you feel great.” I slid my hand over the curve of her stomach “You’re beautiful when you’re glowing,” I move my fingers up and down her body, lightly tracing my fingertips across her, from her breasts and then back down to her tummy. “You’re perfect, Ginny. Look.”

  “Mmmm, look at what?”

  “Look at the way your stomach curves into your hips.” I slid my fingers slowly across her stomach and down to her thigh. “Gin?” I asked, lazily

  “Yeah?”

  “I love your thick creamy thighs.” I squeezed. Maybe too hard. My fingers went back to lightly tracing along her flesh and up to her stomach, “The curves of your belly, the softness of your skin.”

  She scoffed. "You are so funny.” My finger slid across her belly button and she jumped “
No! Tris! I’m too ticklish.”

  I held her tight, feeling sleep about to overcome all my senses. I’d hardly slept at all this past week. Her fingers stroked my neck as she played with my hair. I pulled her next to me, trying to get closer, but there was no closer. I wanted to stay awake and I couldn’t. I wanted to cherish every last minute I had with her, because in just a few hours, I’d have to let go of the most incredible woman I’d ever met in my whole life.

  And I didn’t know how the fuck I was supposed to do that.

  As I fell asleep, her head buried in the crook of my arm, I made the decision to talk to her about our relationship first thing in the morning.

  Chapter 8 — Ginny

  The sound of someone pounding on the door pulled me out of the most peaceful sleep I’d had in forever. I could feel Tristan’s arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried against the back of my neck and I wanted so bad to let sleep lull me down, but there went the knocking again.

  “Tristan.” I shook him gently, “Tristan, someone’s here.” I grabbed the blanket for cover and glanced around frantically for my clothes. Then I saw them flung to all corners of the room. I could feel my face heating up, even as Tristan began to stir behind me.

  “Gin, what’s going on?” Tristan’s sleepy voice rang out in the otherwise silent room. I looked at him, just as the pounding on the door started again.

  “Fucking hell!” he said his voice cracking, as he hastily got out of bed, pulling on his boxers and stumbling to the door. Just as he turned the doorknob, a man burst into the room.

  His accent was thicker than Tristan’s and he wasted no time in chewing his ass. He was older and a little shorter than Tristan, but had the same blue eyes so I could only assume it was his father. “I have left you five emails over the last twelve hours concerning the contract as well as your absolutely unprofessional behavior,” the man’s voice rang out. He looked over to me, still on the bed under the covers and looked back at Tristan. “I thought you were still befuddled about your situation with Vanessa, but now I see your attention has been elsewhere.” The way he looked at me when he said elsewhere made me feel disgustingly dirty, as if I were some whore that Tristan had picked up off the street. I pulled the blanket in tighter.

  Tristan ran his hand through his hair and turned to face the man squarely. “Dad, I’m totally aware of what’s going on with the contract. I can assure you it had nothing to do with my personal life. Or who I may or may not be involved with. What did the emails say?”

  The way Tristan said that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation, but before I could even think, he stormed out of the bedroom and into the adjacent bathroom with the man following close behind. With the door still open, I could hear every word they said, even as I hurriedly searched for my own clothing. Cussing under my breath, I wrapped the sheet around me and bounced around, trying to dress as quickly as possible in case they came out of the bathroom. I had the feeling everything was about to go to hell when I heard his father say…

  “…I just don’t see why you would concern yourself with some strumpet!” His voice made me stop as I tried to pull on my dress.

  “Strumpet? Oh my God, what are you even talking about? Because she doesn’t have the millions to invest in your company? Because she’s not some gold digging bitch who wants me only for my money? Or because her daddy isn’t an investor in Armstrong? Seriously, Father, who the fuck cares?”

  “Watch your mouth! Don’t you ever talk to me like that, Tristan. You may be an adult, but you will respect me! Don’t let yourself be fooled into thinking that—that— woman sees you as anything other than a meal ticket.”

  The insinuation that I was after Tristan’s money almost made me run into the bathroom just to prove him wrong. Instead, I pushed myself even faster to zip my dress as best I could, so I could get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

  “Ginny is not like that father. She isn’t some girl looking for a handout. She doesn’t even care about—”

  “How do you know? How long have you known her, hmm? —and what about Vanessa?” I stopped, my heart starting to pound at hearing another woman’s name. I quieted down to hear what they were saying. Tristan told me about her, but they were finished, or so I thought they were. “She’s waiting back home with your mother to talk about the engagement party.”

  My breath began coming out in heavy pants as those words looped over and over in my head. Engagement? Party? I didn’t want to hear anything else. I grabbed my purse and shoes, not even bothering to put them on before I ran out of the hotel room. I didn’t stop until I was at least a block away and didn’t care about the pitiful looks I was getting from the people around me. All I could think was how stupid I’d been to believe that someone like Tristan, someone as wonderful, put together and rich, could ever want someone like me.

  I was breathing so hard my lungs felt like they were going to explode in my chest, I flagged down a passing taxi and blurted out my address before I even got in the car. I must have given the taxi driver a scare because the look on his face was epic. As I slumped back in the seat, the tears I’d been straining to hold back started to fall. I remembered his father’s words Engagement party. How could he do this to me?

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, I paid the driver and slogged myself up to the house. I was relieved to see that Kari was still asleep and she didn’t have to witness my walk of shame. I was sure I looked like a hot fucking mess after last night and the tears that wouldn’t stop falling down my face. My dress wasn’t even completely zipped up so I reached behind me, unzipped the rest of it and let it slide down before collapsing into my bed. I grabbed the sheet and curled into a ball, letting the tears fall before drifting back into a fitful sleep.

  “Gin,” Kari’s gentle voice roused me awake. My eyes burned from the make-up and tears and I knew from the look on Kari’s face that I looked terrible. Thankfully, rather than hassle me about it, she quietly pulled me out of bed and into the bathroom. She started the shower and while we waited for the water to warm up, she used a cloth to wipe the remainder of the make-up from my face. The concern in her eyes was as clear as day and I couldn’t stop the tears as they rolled down my cheeks again. I was too tired to make a sound and I barely moved when Kari removed the sheet and helped me into the shower.

  I let the hot water run over me until my skin was a bright pink before taking my body wash and scrubbing myself. I felt used and dirty. I scrubbed at my skin, trying to wash the filth from my body. Kari must’ve known what I was doing because not even five minutes later, the water was off and she wrapped a towel around me. We went back to my room and she just stood there while I changed into an old pair of sweats that I hadn’t put on since I’d found out Brad had cheated on me. When I’d finished changing, she gently pushed me into the bed before following me in and wrapped her arms around me.

  “It’s over Kari,” I whispered. “It was all for nothing. You were right about him, I shouldn’t have gotten involved.” My voice broke as I thought about my last night with Tristan; the feelings of pleasure and trust and maybe even love that I thought we’d both felt. My heart sped up once again until I could feel my body trembling with each breath.

  “Shh,” Kari whispered, her hand brushing my hair back and away from my face. “I’m here, girl, I’m here.” Her hand continued to brush through my hair as the words played over and over in my head.

  “His dad called me a strumpet. I’m not a strumpet am I?” I asked through my sobs. “I don’t even know what the fuck a strumpet is.”

  “I’ve never heard of it. I’ll Google it later. Are you okay? Do you want to eat or something?” Kari asked. “Are you hung over at all? I could get you some In-N-Out.”

  “No, I can’t eat, and I didn’t drink. Kari, why am I so fucking stupid? Why did you let me think I was perfect for him? You should have stopped me.”

  “Baby girl, you’re grown. And I saw how happy he made you. How could I keep you from that?�
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  “His dad said that Vanessa bitch is waiting in England for her engagement party.” I sniffled. “She’s probably some hoity-toity frigid bitch and that’s why Tristan was here fucking me like I’m some fucking STRUMPET!”

  Kari smirked, “You’re not a strumpet, whatever the hell that is and speaking of fucking, how was it?”

  I looked at her with fire in my eyes, right before the tears started falling again and croaked out, “It was beau— beautiful. He— he— pushed me against the wall and — and Kari it was wonderful!” My voice came out in a screech as my body wracked with sobs one more time. She leaned in to hold me, patting my back and telling me over and over again that everything would work out all right.

  We must have sat there for hours, because before long, my eyes grew heavy with exhaustion and I cried myself to sleep, still in Kari’s arms, under the spell of my best friend’s comfort.

  Chapter 9 — Tristan

  “Son, I’m sorry if you feel I’m doing something wrong, but the Armstrong name has a reputation to uphold. I can’t have you running around with that American hussy like some international playboy. Your mother and I raised you better than that.”

  “Fuck, Dad!” My palm hit the wall with a loud whack and I turned to him, “Don’t. Ever. Call. Her. That. You don’t know her, you know nothing about her!” I could feel the blood rushing to my head in a full boil, and had it been anyone else, I would’ve punched them right there, but this was my father, and I’m sure father-punching wouldn’t go over well with local authorities. I took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly, trying my best to calm down.