Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3)

by Natalie Barnes

  “The angel opened her eyes...”

  I’ve never heard him sound like this before. He lets go of me and cups the sides of my face, making me look up at him. He looks almost pained. Standing up on my tiptoes, I lean into him and open my mouth for him. His opens slightly but he doesn’t invade me with his tongue. Instead, we tease each other with the tips of our tongues as we continue to slowly dance. The memory of the first time we did this floods me. I remember how he made me feel as if I was the only person in this world. He does it again, but now, the thought of not being with Tristan physically hurts.

  “I love you,” he breathes into my mouth before finally pressing his lips against mine.

  His soft, warm tongue glides against mine, imitating how he treats my clit with it. Tiny shocks shoot down my spine, tightening my pussy when a small groan escapes his throat and pours into mine.

  “I love you, too,” I breathe against his open mouth.

  Catching me off guard, Tristan scoops me up again and carries me to the bed, kissing me deeply. When he lays me on my back, I use my elbows to prop myself up as I watch him slowly lift back up. Keeping his eyes locked on me, he starts to undo the rest of his buttons.

  When he reaches the last one, his shirt falls wide open against his massive chest. The tattoos on his arm sleeve dance when he tugs his shirt off behind him, pushing out his chest. Damn. My thighs tighten on their own and Tristan’s eyes flash. A sinister grin creeps across his face when he looks back at me.

  Tossing his shirt to the floor, he falls completely to his knees. Gripping my ankles, he separates my trembling legs. The way he’s looking at me, and knowing exactly where his head is gonna be in a few seconds, sends another pulsating rush through me. His arms are like trees, long and thick as he reaches behind me and yanks a pillow down.

  Tristan smiles sincerely, watching me wiggle my way back to get comfortable. I see something flash in his eyes before he lowers his mouth between my legs. The leather dress clings to my thighs when he hikes it up. Now his lips lay over the thin material of my panties, but not inhaling or trying to taste me. His mouth just parts slightly as his breath hits my sensitive flesh. Fuck…

  Hooking his index fingers on each side, he drags my panties down my thighs at an agonizingly slow speed. Each little fiber from the cotton stings my skin in the sweetest way as his hands run down my legs. Tristan leans back as he finally pulls the small piece off my ankle. His grin is gone, but his eyes are still amused as he looks down on my trembling body. Fucking traitor. I try to calm myself, but every cell lights up whenever he touches me, or is even about to.

  His eyes stare at my opening with absolute lust, almost greed, before he lowers himself. My fingers instantly grip his thick locks the moment his tongue makes contact with my clit.

  “Ah…”

  My head falls back. It feels so fucking good. Tristan groans in pleasure right into my pussy, which clenches my insides even more. Shit. With one hand wrapped around my upper thigh, he brings his finger up and gently runs it between my folds before slowly sliding it in. His mouth works over my clit, then he gives it a tug with his lips. A small pop sounds when he releases it.

  Letting go of his head, I bring my arms out to the side, trying to fist the sheet beside me as Tristan slides his tongue from my opening up to my clit, sucks it, then drags it back down before penetrating me with it. My breaths become shallow as my moans sing through the room. Ah, fuck.

  “Tastes so fucking good. Fuck! So sweet,” Tristan moans into me.

  Heat grows in my core as his tongue laps up every drop of me. His grip on my thigh lets go and a rush of cool air hits my sensitive skin when he pulls away from me. When he stands, his erection is pretty freaking obvious inside of his jeans.

  My heavy eyes watch as he drags his zipper down, his eyes locked on mine. Fuck, I want to get out of this dress. When I try to sit up, Tristan puts his hand out and stops me, shaking his head but not saying anything.

  Letting go of the tab of his zipper, his jeans fall, resting loosely on his hips. My eyes greedily scan his V and move down over the patch of dark hair on his groin. Dropping his left arm down on the bed beside me, he circles his other arm around my back and sits me up.

  His thighs opened wide on each side of my legs, Tristan’s hands work the back of my dress, loosening it so it falls off the sides of my shoulders. Then he reaches for the hem. Lifting my ass up, he tugs and pushes up the bottom of my dress so it’s crumpled around my lower back. Sliding his hand between my legs, the wetness of my arousal coats the side of his hand.

  “Damn, baby…” he moans, and his carefully planned moves get thrown right out the window.

  Tristan doesn’t waste anymore time getting to me. Grabbing the dress below my armpits, he pulls tight, the leather screaming as he rips it down my sides. What pieces of the dress that are left fall open and off me. Tristan sprawls his hand over my growing abdomen; he uses the thumb of the other to brush away some of the strands of hair that have fallen in my face. Helping me position on my side, Tristan crawls off the bed again and easily pulls me down.

  My arms circling over my stomach, Tristan takes one of my legs and straddles it, wrapping my right leg around his waist, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance. As he leans over, he slowly sinks deep into me, his groin circling against my clit every time he enters me. My eyes close at the sensation of fullness.

  Another moan escapes me when he leans back and starts picking up the rhythm. He stretches out my left leg so it rests against his shoulder as he continues to sink into me. His hands scrape against my legs. Wrapping his fingers around my ankle, he turns his head to the side and gives the edge of my foot a kiss as he circles his hips into me.

  “You all right?” he asks through his breaths as he pumps into me.

  My hands move up my body and cup my breasts. Tristan’s eyes widen when they pour out of my palms.

  “Fuck, yeah. Touch yourself,” he groans and the sound of his voice causes heat to spill out of me.

  Closing my eyes tightly, I try to fight the urge but fail when a sharp pinch from Tristan’s fingers hits my clit.

  “Ah, fuck!” I moan as I come.

  Turning my face to the side, I press it hard into the mattress as Tristan grips my leg that’s resting against his chest and pounds into me harder. With each thrust I wince at the sensitivity my body feels now when he goes to certain depths. Sweat drips off him and hits my skin. Letting go of my leg, Tristan bends over me a little more and drives into me, hitting me hard then pulling out soft.

  I grow lightheaded and my eyes flutter open from my orgasm. But Tristan is not done. My heavy breasts hang over as I lie on my side and continue to get fucked. His large hand expands over my breast. He cups it gently as he swivels his hips into me, my ass pressed up against him. I feel his hard breaths against my ear.

  “Fuck,” he hisses.

  Slowing his speed again, he takes his time with me. Fucking me on my side like this with my leg wrapped around him feels so much fucking deeper with the motion of his hips rolling into me.

  “Say you’re mine. Please…” Tristan begs.

  His nose presses against the side of my forehead. My eyes open again when I feel his right arm push down on the bed, the tattoo on his upper arm and down his side working across his skin.

  “I-I’m yours,” I say breathily.

  He hits me hard with his next thrust.

  “I fucking love you, Sophia,” he moans over my ear, causing even more heat to spill from me.

  Fuck. Tristan pulls back from me with his arms still extended out on the bed. He rolls his hips harder a few more times before stilling. Throwing his neck back, I watch his Adam’s apple work in his throat as he moans, his cock jerking inside me.

  Out of breath, Tristan leans over to the left of me and collapses on the bed, pulling me into him.

  “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispers gruffly.

  My heart hurts at the tinge of pain I hear in his voice. Closing my eyes ti
ght, I stay in the fetal position and bring my hands up to Tristan’s that are holding me to him.

  “Never again,” I whisper back.

  I doubt he heard me, but it’s the truth. Nothing could possibly take me away from him again, and I don’t want it to. I’m absolutely fucking Alanis Morisette-style, head over feet, crazy in love with Tristan Scott.

  Tristan

  I’m surprised when I don’t feel my girl’s breathing even out. She usually passes out within a few minutes, but right now she's lying still against my chest. I cradle her soft tits in my arm. I love the fucking way they hang over like that. Goddamn.

  “Tristan…” she whispers.

  I lay a kiss against the back of her head.

  “Yeah?”

  “Why did you hate me?” she asks, her voice soft, pained.

  Fuck. Hearing it feels like someone just fucking gutted me.

  “I never hated you. I- I guess you could say I was afraid of you.”

  Holding her close, I close my eyes, feeling her. Her body shakes softly. I can’t fucking tell if she’s crying or laughing.

  “That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” she finally lets out when she stops.

  “I don’t make sense.”

  Her body stills at my words. Right when I think she’s about to pass out, her angelic whispers break the silence.

  “Tristan?”

  My lips curl. God I love this fucking woman.

  “Yeah, my girl?”

  She hesitates for a second, but gets a hold of herself.

  “Wh-what’re your parents like?”

  Fuck!

  My eyes close as a flash of numbness takes over.

  “I don’t know. They’re fucking dead,” I say through gritted teeth.

  Sophia jerks at the coldness in my tone. Fuck!

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  The way she said it fucking kills me. Don’t hurt for me, my girl. I have to try and explain it to her. Shit. I don’t want to fucking talk about them.

  I loosen my arms from around her and roll to my back. Stretching one arm out, I rest my head on it as my left still cradles my girl. Sophia rolls over and rests her chin on my chest. The smooth, round feel of her belly rubbing against my side relieves me. She lifts her face up, her blue eyes wide, bright sapphires staring back at me through the darkness.

  “You don’t have to talk about it.”

  The sound of her soft voice soothes something inside of me. Staring into her eyes, for some fucking reason… I actually want her to know about it. Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I blow out a shaky breath. Sophia’s eyes are still on me, her mouth closed, but her features soft, inviting.

  “There’s not much to tell, really,” I shrug my shoulders slightly. “My mom was a drunken whore and left my dad when I was young. He was pretty fucked up over it, but we moved on. He died when I was eighteen.”

  Those blue eyes drop for a moment hearing me call my mom a whore. Fuck, I wish I could make her understand.

  “She cheated on my dad just so she could get fucking high or drunk.”

  “How do you know?” Sophia says flatly, her voice quiet.

  “Ah…” I look up toward the dark ceiling. “I can’t remember the exact details. I was pretty fucking young, but I always remembered Dad being there, not her.”

  My eyes glance down at her.

  “I wasn’t fucking dumb. As I got older, I would hear people talk shit. I’m from a pretty small town in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows everyone else’s shit.”

  Sophia looks up at me, waiting for me to finish. Biting the corner of my bottom lip, my eyes move back up to the ceiling.

  “I remember my old man getting pretty bad sometimes. Drunk. But he always tried to hide it from me, like I wouldn’t fucking know. Well, by the time I was around thirteen, he gave up hiding. He wasn’t an asshole.”

  I want to get this over with. Exhaling through my mouth, I go on.

  “My old man was a great guy, he just hurt, because of her. She fucked him.”

  My voice cracks with hate at the end, remembering how he tried to fight, but couldn’t.

  “So she left you guys? How old were you?”

  “I think around four.”

  “Aw, my,” Sophia says, then lays a feathery kiss on my bare chest before rolling over, adjusting her body along with the pillows. Her nice ass presses against my thigh.

  “How did your dad pass away?” she asks, her voice still soft but sounding less tense than before.

  “He pretty much drank himself to death. Cirrhosis of the liver.”

  A small gasp comes from Sophia. She twists around and gazes sadly up at me. I bring my hand down so the back of my finger grazes her cheekbone.

  “You scared me, because I never once felt like I was gonna be like my dad until you came into my life.” Shit. I look back up and toss my head. “When I first laid eyes on you, I knew it was game over. And that pissed me off.”

  My grin widens. Looking back at Sophia, her own matches mine.

  “Kind of a shitty way to deal with it.”

  She lifts an eyebrow, smirking at me. Running my tongue over my bottom lip, her eyes dart toward it.

  “Yeah,” I shrug. “It was shitty. I’m a piece of shit.” Sophia bites her bottom lip and grins at me. “Wanna marry me now?” I ask, grinning back.

  She shakes her head no at me. Fuck. Laughing, Sophia crawls off the bed and heads for the bathroom. Bringing both hands back behind my head, my fucking smile takes over as I grin ear to fucking ear.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Sophia

  Today’s the day that Frankie has planned my coed baby shower up at Lux’s place in Holmby Hills. Today also marks my thirty-fourth week. Tristan and I are flying out to Michigan tomorrow to visit my folks before I have to go on total lock down, as I call it. Frankie has been on a roll lately, decorating the house, planning this get together and still being the best friend a girl could want.

  Stepping out of the bathroom, I drop the towel from my body. My hands trail over the top of my belly, curving downward. I feel it now. I didn’t want to find out the baby’s sex and Tristan was fine with that. Frankie wasn’t, but he got over it and now thinks it’s totally exciting. And come to think about it, I think my boys and Tristan’s have some kind of pool going on.

  The baby’s kicks that once tickled as they fluttered feel more like a switch blade is going off on my cervix or up in my ribs. But I panic if I don’t feel it. I’ve already had both Tristan and Frankie bring me to the hospital a couple times thinking something was wrong. Of course I was freaking. Where the baby used to do somersaults, he or she now twists more slowly.

  Heading into my closet and opening my top drawer, I dig around ’til I feel a pair of cotton briefs. Not the sexiest, but they don’t look old school, either. Frankie would storm in here and burn ’em. They’re more like a soft peach colored string bikini.

  Gripping the top of the drawer, I swing my arm low so my ankle hooks through. Yes! First shot. Carefully letting go, I stick my other ankle in, then slide my panties up. I kind of overslept and we have to be at Lux’s place by three and it’s already one thirty. Yeah, that’s probably not happening. Fucking west coast traffic.

  “Baby!” I yell for Tristan, who is probably still in the bathroom finishing up.

  He doesn’t respond back but I already hear him coming. Once he gets to the doorway, he rests his hands on top of the frame and leans in. Damn…

  “What is it?”

  I’m standing here huge and topless as Tristan’s eyes roam over me. Oh, shit. Not right now. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck Tristan thinks I’m sexy, but then, I shut that little bitch voice up. If anything, I have never seen Tristan more insane over me than I have lately.

  “I-I...”

  Tristan lets go of the frame and stalks toward me. Yeah, we ended up being late…

  ************

  Arriving at Lux’s place, I immediately love that the guests are ju
st both of our bands and a couple close friends. My eyes grow huge when I see Tiffany over by the sliding glass door to Lux’s ridiculous patio. I would trip out in his infinity pool, because it hangs off a massive cliff! It’s really muggy out today. With it being late spring, I decided to throw on a long, white eyelet backless maxi dress. My hair is in loose waves with a couple strands pinned off my face.

  “Hey, you!” I reach in for a side hug as I approach her.

  She brushes her full, red mane out of her face and throws her arms around me. I haven’t seen her in so long. I was actually feeling bummed and thinking Roger was an idiot. Well done, Roger.

  “Aw… look at your tiny belly,” she coos at me while she softly strokes circles around my belly. “When are you due?”

  “June twenty ninth,” I smile up at her.

  “Oh, wow! Coming up.”

  Thank God! I roll my eyes to myself. The pregnancy has been going good, but it’s starting to suck ass again. Resting my hands on my lower back, I cock my head to the side, my hair spilling over my shoulder.

  We chat for a few more minutes before Roger comes barreling over. I take the opportunity to catch the bathroom. Since Lux has at least ten of them here, I venture off and choose one on the second floor. Fuck. It seems like everything here is made from granite or marble.

  Just as I’m heading back down the main stairs, I hear heated whispers coming from the other room. Instead of turning left, I go straight and end up at some parlor looking room. I stop when I see Caleb leaning against a desk, his feet crossed at the ankles as his arms stretch out back behind him, supporting him. Tristan sits back comfortably in one of the oversized chairs, folding his arms over his chest.

  “So, what the fuck is going on?”

  Tristan’s voice, even though he tries to be quiet, rumbles through the room. Caleb tosses his head back.

  “Katie!” he groans.