I rang the doorbell there and waited. I didn’t know why I hadn’t expected Gabriella to be the one to answer the door.
“Hey, you look amazing!” I wasn’t just saying that to flatter the bride either.
She had on a beautiful floral maxi dress with a slit on the side. Levi was a lucky guy.
“Thank you so much, do you need help unloading?” She gestured to the van, stepping out of the threshold. “I have people for that.”
“Oh no, I’ll be done soon.” I assured her.
I kind of felt my heart panging, wanting to be making the floral arrangement for my bridal shower. But I shoved the thought away and got to work. She showed me the main room and then I was otherwise alone. All the trips back and forth had me a little sweaty, and mostly tired. But I was done carrying them in after thirty minutes.
It took an hour to set everything up. We finally decided on azalea side pieces, and a mix of orchids and camellias for the centerpieces. Their large main living room had been changed to a seating area with eight tables. I wanted each piece to be perfect, she would have these photos forever. Her theme was artsy. The other sitting room had easels set up where they would be doing a painting session with a nude model. It sounded fun. I could imagine how her bachelorette party would be, which was tomorrow.
It was my understanding she didn’t have many friends though, so I wondered who she was going with. But as I was setting up, I found out she had seven sisters. Seven. Suddenly I was glad to be an only child. They were all yelling at each other while getting ready. Running all over the giant house, it didn’t seem big enough to fit them all.
I was finishing up the accent wall with white, hot pink, and fuchsia touch-me-nots when the girls moved outside. They all smiled at me as I arrive the touch-me-nots. They did well indoors. I strung them out and lined both pillars with them. The living room had a large entryway, so I wanted to decorate it as well.
I heard Gabriella outside with her sisters the entire time, they seemed very happy. I tried not to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help it.
“Gab, if you don’t have naked men at the bachelorette party, it didn’t really happen.”
“I don’t want to go to a strip club!” She exclaimed.
“What about an entertainment club? The dancing is more tasteful.”
There was more chatter and discussion.
“Fine. Fine. Just help me with this.”
Their conversation slowed down, and I got back to work. Two hours later I was putting the finishing touches on the centerpieces. I wished Ivy would get married so I could do this for her someday.
“It looks beautiful.” My fingers froze around the dome of the vase. My body softened at the sound of his voice, like it was tight and bothered before.
Tristan.
Dressed in faded jeans and a crisp, blue button up. He was impeccable; even his shoes were on point, a pair of casual black oxfords. His hair was kept, more so than usual. His eyes green and wide, yielding a smile.
“Tristan, what are you doing here?” His hands slipped in his pockets as he took three steps towards me, closing the space between us.
I inhaled his scent, soap and a woodsy scent, like pine. I had missed it, but it feels I never left it.
“I had to drop off the cake and party favors.” He explained. His eyes searched mine warily.
It was definitely awkward, but not unbearable. We didn’t leave off on the best terms. I wondered if he was still mad. And I wondered what the hell I was thinking. My body still wanted his. I regret not wearing a bra with my shift dress, I felt my nipples tightening just from him looking at me.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were coming.” I said. He shrugged.
“Hadn’t planned on it.” It kind of warmed my heart, how sweet he naturally was. He was really kind to be doing all of this for them.
“You need help with those?” He gestured to the stack of empty flower bins. Ugh. I dreaded taking those out.
I wouldn’t deny I wanted to spend more time with him. But I was afraid I would lose control again. Better yet, I wasn’t sure I didn’t want to lose control.
“Um yes, please.”
It would help get me out of here faster anyway. I didn’t exactly want to be around when all the girls started piling in. He didn’t hesitate to start lifting the boxes and take them out. He was done in only a few minutes.
“They seem really excited.” I said.
“Yeah. Her sisters are wild though.”
He leaned against the pillar in front of me. Effortlessly relaxed. I wondered how well he really knew her sisters, I assumed a lot since him and Levi had been friends for over ten years.
“They’re just happy for her.” I teased the camellias even more. But I was ready to leave so I grabbed my bag and headed out.
“And jealous,” he countered.
I rolled my eyes. But I did see it in their faces sometimes.
I stopped outside to tell her I was finished. I stuck around for her to check it out, but she said it was perfect, so I was free to go.
“Thank you so much. I love it!” She hugged me, much to my surprise. She just didn’t seem like much of a hugger.
“No problem.”
Her mother thanked me too and I took my leave. I hadn’t noticed Tristan had left until I saw him leaning by my truck. My heart leapt towards him, quickening in pace. My fingers twitched as I approached him, looking like a god under the lowering sun light.
“Hey.” I said.
He nodded at me. “Hey.”
“You’re still here.” I stated.
He nodded at me again. I could see it behind his eyes, there was so much he wanted to say. “You have a minute to talk?” He asked. I fiddled my keys in my hand, nodding once.
He stared back at me, stepping closer. He was about to speak, his lips parting but he stopped when we heard voices. The guests were arriving now, a bunch of women who made no secret of stopping and starring.
“In here.” He took me to the back of the truck. I unlocked the door and we climbed in.
The space was tight, but without the flower plenty of space for the two of us. He sat on the bench across from me, hunched over in the small space that didn’t fit his tall frame. I set my purse aside and crossed my legs nervously.
“I should apologize.” He said. My brows furrowed. I hadn’t expected him to say that at all.
His eyes stayed on mine before fleeting elsewhere, his jaw tightened. I cocked my head to the side, studying him. He was so handsome, even in the dim lighting that I was sure didn’t flatter my porcelain skin.
“You want to apologize? Why?”
I thought I should be the one apologizing.
“I should have respected your wishes. I shouldn’t have been flirting with you and teasing you. It isn’t your fault, what happened last week. And I made it seem like it was.”
I took in his words. Really thinking them over. I still felt guilty. If I were stronger, we wouldn’t have been in that situation.
“It’s no one’s fault. It isn’t like I minded you flirting with me, even though I said I did. I do want to focus on work but… I want you too and I don’t know what to do.”
His eyes found mine. He seemed so sad and…dejected. “You said you don’t do casual sex. I’m not sure I ever want to be in a relationship again.” He said honestly. I nodded in understanding.
“Maybe…maybe that’s better in our situation.” I whispered.
The air grew hotter. I was suffocating, and the only thing that could give me air was him. I crossed the space and he didn’t miss a beat, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap. I felt him against my thigh, not hard, but obviously there. He peered at me, like he was studying me.
I knew a relationship would distract me. But just sex would be completely different. I did like him, and my feelings were real for him. But I knew it was worse if I couldn’t have him. Couldn’t be around him. Maybe a casual sex relationship wasn’t super appropriate, but it seemed best.
“I just think you deserve more than that.” His voice was husky, hooded with desire already.
I ground myself against him, pressing my chest to his as I linked my arms around his neck.
“This feels right. I only want things to feel right.”
He gazed at me, studying my expression. Like he wanted to be sure. He cared about me. I cared about him. We could figure the rest out later. Right now, I needed him. For the first time I initiated a kiss, but he quickly took over.
My lips parted, allowing his tongue to lap over mine. My breasts pillowed against him, the thin fabric of my chest did little to keep the warmth of our bodies from meeting. I felt my nipples harden from the desire coursing through me. My fingers seared through his luscious tuft of hair, latching him to me.
His hands gripped my fleshy thighs, moving to my ass to ground me against his length. I was pretty much dry humping him for minutes, building up the sensation. He took my dress off at once, revealing my bare chest. I wished I hadn’t worn such a boring pair of green cotton panties. But he still feasted on me like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He trailed his lips down my neck, sucking the hollow of my clavicle before moving farther down to my breasts, kissing everywhere but my aching nipples.
“Please…please.” I whimpered. He growled, finally suckling on my nipple until I feared it could fall off. He released the hardened bud and did the same to the other. I was writhing against him, wiggling around until I felt his hardened cock against my thigh.
I undid the buttons of his shirt, raking my nails down his chiseled muscles as his fingers traced my folds over my panties. I fiddled with the belt of his jeans, until I finally released him from his briefs. His cock was so fucking perfect, and pretty. It’s head an angry pink, throbbing for me as moisture formed and slipped down his length. I circled his base and brought my hand upward until the moisture pooled over my hand. I wanted to taste him.
I maneuvered myself down to a kneeling position. I kept my eyes on him as his eyes widened. He bit his lip softly as I brought my lips to him. I sucked just the head, tasting him, feeling him in my mouth before I moved farther down. Teasing him by not going all the way. He twirled his fingers in my hair, latching me to him by my bun. He bucked his hips toward me, fucking my mouth slowly. I wanted to keep going, but suddenly he pulled me up. I fondled his balls, a heavy sack of his desire and he growled like an animal.
“I want to come inside you.” He pulled me back up onto his lap.
He pushed my panties out of the way. His mouth went to mine, kissing me roughly, with so much passion I barely noticed when he entered me. I broke away, my breath catching. He felt so much fuller this way, hitting me right at my core. I thought I would come already. Everything was tight, full, and throbbing as he guided me over him.
I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He nibbled on my shoulder, and then my ear. Every open area of skin was at his mercy. His heavy hands, hot and calloused rubbed my bare ass and moved up my front to cup my breasts. He weighed them in his hand, making me feel perfect for him. We fit perfectly. This feels so right and is perfect. Grinding against him, him twitching inside of me as we found pleasure in each other. It was perfect.
Could I settle for this? I wasn’t sure I could let it go. Let him go. I needed this, this perfect pleasure clouding around us.
“I’m so close, Tristan.” I whispered in his ear, he moaned against me. Pulling me deeper. Pushing himself inside of me further.
I felt him hitting my core, until I thought I would soak us both with my desire. I moved faster against him, rattling the entire truck. Someone walking by would know exactly what was going on, so I quieted my moans and cries of pleasure as much as I could. His grunts were feral, uninhibited as he took control of my body, lifting me up as he thrust into me.
I was rolling off the edge of orgasm quickly. Stuck at the top of a high wave until I came crashing down around him. It had been too long. It was blinding, made my eyes water and my chest clench as I came hard. I went slack, allowing him to use my body for his pleasure.
He finally released his seed inside of me, filling me up until there was nothing left. He held me close to him, arms tight around me like a vice. My head fell against his chest, I traced the fine hairs of his chest as I caught my breath. When he slipped out of me I whimpered from the sudden emptiness.
I didn’t want to let him go. He was so warm. Smelled so good. Felt so right. He pressed his lips to my temple, a sweet kiss that means nothing other than he cares for me.
“I missed you.” He said. It made my heart swell and leap like a happy teenager.
“I missed you too. I felt so bad, I hadn’t realized what I was doing to you. I don’t ever want to treat you like your ex did.” I kept my head on his chest. His eyes are too unnerving for me to look at.
“You weren’t.”
“But I hurt you. Made you feel like I was playing you.” I said. He sighed.
“Maybe. It doesn’t matter now.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked him.
“We can try this until after the wedding. I respect if you want to move on with your career. I won’t hold you back from your dream.”
His words seemed perfect. But there was so much I still wanted to say. I didn’t have energy to say anything else. I just wanted to enjoy his company. This little bubble of happiness we stuck ourselves in.
“You’re such a good man.”
He chuckled.
“I don’t know about that.”
I leaned back, looking into his eyes.
“You are. You don’t pressure me like others do or try to get me to do something I don’t want.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear and held me close.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He noticed.
It was because I was scared.
Of so many things.
Of this being something more.
Something real.
“Because at some point I won’t want just half of you,” I admitted.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tristan
“I can’t believe I have to wear this, man.”
I looked like a fucking monkey. Why would he choose a suit jacket with tails? Were we in Mary fucking Poppins?
“It’s classy. Gab insisted.”
Of course she did. The tailor only laughed. Levi couldn’t get away from work, so we met the tailor in his office. Levi had been on and off the phone the entire time.
The court date was today, and the rehearsal dinner was tonight. So, after today, he would be done with all of this.
“Of course, she did.” I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t even like suits, let alone three pieces with a tail jacket.
Groomsmen get the worst of it.
“How is shit with you? You haven’t said anything?” he asked.
The tailor pricked me a few times, but in his defense, I was moving around a lot.
“Fine. I guess. Who did you all invite?”
He shrugged. “No clue, her family of course. Sasha and Bryan are coming. The whole city might be coming since the reception is in that ballroom.”
He might be right. Gab had a lot of people she could invite at work too. I just wanted to do my duty and slip out the back. Maybe take Emilia with me.
“My parents are coming. You’re like their second son.” I joked, though I was mostly serious.
Levi didn’t have any family. His parents died before college. When I brought him home for the holidays, my parents took a liking to him immediately.
“Yeah, your mom calls me all the time.” He chuckled.
The tailor moved on to my sleeves, so I made sure I stayed extra still. I could at least be comfortable at this shindig.
“You still with the florist?” He asked.
“With her, I don’t really know. It’s casual.” I shrugged.
He shot me a look. “You don’t want anything serious.” He stated.
“Don’t think so. Not yet
at least. But she wants to focus on her career. So, it works out.”
“But you like her?”
“Yeah.”
I answered shortly. I wasn’t really in the mood for it. If I kept thinking about my baby doll, I would get a hard on and the tailor wouldn’t like that very much.
“What time is the dinner again?” I asked him. He shot me a look. He didn’t even know.
“Fuck man, I have no clue. Let me call Gab.”
“No, don’t call her. She’ll be pissed. I’ll call her.” He thanked me with his eyes.
I didn’t blame him anyway. He had a lot on his plate, I don’t think I would remember when it was either. I rang her, and she answered on the last ring.
“What is it, Tristan?”
“Hello to you too. What time is the dinner tonight?” I rolled my eyes.
“Seven. But we will be there at six. I have to go.” She hung up.
“Be there at six,” I told Levi, “how the hell do you tolerate that woman anyway?” I asked him.
He laughed aloud. “I don’t know. I love her. I don’t notice much else.”
I thought about what he said.
“How do you know that, that you really love her?” I asked him.
He thought to himself, the frown lines on his face relaxing.
“Dude, I asked her to marry me eight years ago and I waited all this time for her to say yes. That’s how I know.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tristan
When the tailor was done poking me I took myself to the café to grab lunch and got some cake pops for Emilia. I learned they were her favorite when I saw her yesterday at the floral shop. I was filling in for Levi again.
I made my way to her shop and let myself in. She was by the register, probably balancing it. She was so concentrated she didn’t even look up from what she was doing. I smiled softly and walked up, announcing my presence.
“Hey, baby doll.” She gasped, jumping a bit as she looked at me. Then she smiled brightly and relaxed.
“You scared me.” She eyed the bag. “Is that for me?” I nodded, and she beamed. She was so damn cute.
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