by Tiana Cole
She lay down on the mattress as he stood above her, his erection in complete readiness. “You are so beautiful,” he said breathlessly.
He lay down beside her and his strong hands caressed her breasts. He fingered her nipples. She felt waves of passion surge through her. Her loins were on fire and wet with wanting. His hands brushed her abdomen and trailed down to the dark patch. His fingers combed her lightly, then pressed in to caress her labia full with the want of him. His fingers pushed inside and Cassidy trembled. She felt the waves take over her body as he continued to press and probe. His thumb gently caressed her nub in tiny circles, and as her waves built the circles became more vigorous.
Cassidy moaned and then cried out in pleasure. “Tristan, this is all for you. There’s no one but you.” Then she was lost in her cumming.
Tristan raised his body over hers. His shaft found her eager opening. He gently pushed in.
“Oh, yes,” Cassidy whispered. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
He pushed deeper as her walls pulsed around him as if pulling him in. His whole length entered deep. Cassidy gasped in pleasure as she burst around him. Tristan’s thrusts became rhythmic and deep, and she moved her hips in perfect rhythm to match them. It was long and deep. She had never experienced such intense pleasure. Her entire body was his now and forever. She felt her arousal build with his thrusts as his balls paced a rhythm against her.
“Tristan,” she cried in delight. “I’m going to cum!”
“So am I,” he growled into her neck.
Their passion built to a frenzy of movement. She felt him erupt and felt the hot load explode inside of her as her passion peaked.
He rolled to the side and held her in his arms, sweat on his brow and breathing labored from his intense release. “Dee,” he said. “I want to see Dee.”
Cassidy felt her heart swell. The two people she cared about most would finally be joined together. She thought her heart couldn’t be happier.
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan couldn’t wait for the next plane out of New York. He made several phone calls before he and Cass spent the entire night discussing and resolving everything that had happened between them. When his phone rang and his personal travel agent informed him that everything had been arranged, he was like a small boy who couldn’t wait for his gifts on Christmas morning.
He wouldn’t let Cassidy leave, saying that they could shop when they reached their destination. He threw on some clothes, picked up his car keys, and ushered Cassidy to the elevator and down to the basement of the Carlton.
“We don’t have to do this today,” Cassidy argued.
“No! We have to. You’ve been keeping your secret for over a year now. It’s not fair to me. I want to see my little girl,” Tristan eagerly replied.
He drove like a madman in the direction of JFK International, but made a sudden U-turn just before they reached the ramp leading to the airport.
“Um, I think we should have kept going straight,” a surprised Cassidy said. “The airport exit was back there.”
“We’re not going to the airport,” he replied as he drove straight to a private hangar where a man dressed in a pilot's uniform approached him.
“You hired a private jet?” Cassidy asked in surprise, eyeing the sleek aircraft with its door wide open.
“It’s a company jet,” Tristan replied as he ushered her inside the plane’s interior. “We’ll get there faster. A limo will pick us up at the airport and drive us straight to your parents’ house.”
He didn’t say much during the entire flight, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Cassidy was coming to terms with the way he made his money work for him. She could have never imagined when she woke up yesterday that in less than twenty-four hours she would be on her way back home in a private jet owned by his lucrative company.
Tristan held her hand in silence and Cassidy relaxed in the comfort of the jet’s spacious seating. She had no idea flying could be so comfortable. The only flights Cassidy had ever taken were cramped coach seats on commercial airlines. Even a short flight made her knees ache. Boarding had also been incredibly easy. No long lines; they simply entered the jet and the crew prepared for takeoff. Cassidy quickly realized how easily she could get used to this way of traveling.
An idea struck her suddenly. She reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. Tristan was lost in thought. She would be, too. She opened to a blank page and thought about both Alabama and the future husband sitting by her side. She flipped back to her notes about the boy in the gas station and started writing, not stopping until they landed.
Tristan watched her close the notebook. “A new story?”
“No, it’s a story from way back, but I think I have it now. The whole story is in my head. I know the ending. All I have to do is keep writing.”
“Cass, you’ll have all the time you need to finish that story and all of the others I know you have inside that creative head of yours.” He ran his fingers through her curls. “I know what it’s like to have an idea, and then have the whole of it blossom. I’m planning on attending your first book signing and every one that follows.”
How had she ever doubted this man? He seemed to know what was in her head, even before the thought was fully formed in her own mind. She felt that warmth in her heart. She wondered how Dee was doing. It’d been weeks since she last saw her baby. Tristan’s reaction when she told him about her was one of absolute shock and incredulity, followed by joy and excitement.
Cassidy called her mom at 30,000 feet up in the air to tell them they were coming. Mom wanted to hear the whole story, and Cassidy promised she would tell both her and dad when they reached Tuscaloosa.
Tristan walked up to the gate leading to her parents’ house with huge strides. His face was alight with so much anticipation. Cassidy was half running, trying to keep pace with him. Her father opened the door with an inviting smile. Cassidy hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He shook hands with Tristan as she made the formal introductions.
“Mom just gave the baby a bath and will bring her down shortly,” her dad announced. “Can you take a seat while I go get them, Tristan?”
Her dad was always the cool one. He didn’t let the idea of entertaining a billionaire inside his house faze him at all. Here, in his home, he was the king. Cassidy led Tristan to the living room and stayed beside him, afraid her dad might give Tristan the third degree.
Cassidy heard Mom’s footsteps as she came down the stairs. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with fear. What if Dee didn’t recognize her after all these weeks? The baby was wide-eyed and bouncy in Mom’s arms. She looked at the newcomers with her curious grey-green eyes. Recognition set in when she saw Cassidy. She reached out her plump little arms towards her, demanding to be carried.
“Oh, Dee, I missed you so much!” Cassidy crooned as she embraced her baby tightly. She sank her face into Dee’s chest, breathing in that sweet baby smell.
Dee held on to her neck as Cassidy rained kisses on her head. Then, as if remembering there was someone else in the room with them, she struggled and twisted her small little body in the direction where Tristan stood, wide-eyed and awed.
Their eyes met for the very first time. Tristan felt a strange intense emotion he'd never felt before. He approached them slowly, not wanting to scare the little girl. He reached out his trembling hand, his eyes welling with tears, and touched her dark hair that was just beginning to curl.
“Dee,” he said. “My daughter.”
He glanced at Cassidy, his wet eyes full of wonder. “She’s almost as beautiful as you.”
It wasn’t difficult to see the resemblance between them. No one would ever deny that those eyes were his, too.
“Tristan, meet your daughter,” Cassidy said as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Nothing ever felt as perfect as when he drew nearer and enfolded both girls in the sanctuary of his loving arms. They were a family now and forever.
THE END
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The words sounded so sweet, but raised a bittersweet ache in her chest. She had learned long ago not to hope for what might be, and to live with what was. It could be a real home, he was right, but it would take a miracle to get it habitable again.
A throat being cleared behind her had her lowering the phone, a hand over the speaker, and looking back. A crisply dressed waiter in a black jacket leaned over, placing a glass of red wine in front of her.
“Oh no, I didn’t order anything…”
“It’s from the gentleman at the bar, miss,” the server said with a secret smile as he nodded toward the almost empty bar. Her brown eyes searched for her admirer, widening slightly as her gaze collided with blue.
She felt the force of that look crash through her like an electric shock, setting all her nerve endings on fire. Her brain stopped working and she sat there open mouthed for a long moment, lost in the blue of his eyes.
Finally, she snapped her mouth shut with a click of teeth, smiling her thanks at the waiver and staring into the glass of wine as if she would find salvation somewhere in its red depths. She felt a hot blush tinge her light brown skin a darker shade of scarlet. What was wrong with her? She had practically ogled the man.
She felt his presence behind her before she saw him, as if the very air around him was electrified. It had all the hair on her arms standing on end and goose bumps erupting as he spoke.
“Hello, I hope you don’t mind.” He raised a dark brow in the direction of the wine glass she was nervously toying with. “I just…Oh, do you need to take that?”
With a jolt she realized she still had the phone in her hand, Terry’s voice yelling from the other end. Quickly, she held it to her ear.
“Hi, Terry, I have to go.” With that, she punched the button to end the call.
“I hope that wasn’t on my account.”
Jade glanced up at him through a thick fringe of dark lashes, aware of the way his deep voice ran over her like warm honey. “Really?”
He shrugged sheepishly, grinning at her all the while. “Well, no. Not really. I’m flattered, actually. But, I hope it wasn’t…important?” There was something about the pause before the word that had her thinking he was going to say something different, but changed his mind.
“It was a friend.” Jade said, tilting her head to one side as he smoothly took the seat across from her. She didn’t miss the way his blue eyes lit up at her words. He held a hand out to her.
“I’m Carl, by the way. Carl Roberts.”
She hesitantly reached her own out, savoring the slide of palm against palm despite the alarm bells going off inside her.
Carl Roberts. The real estate mogul who owned practically half of downtown and had made billions turning around old houses and buildings and selling them for a massive profit. And he was casually sitting across from her as if he sent glasses of wine to pretty strangers on a daily basis. For all she knew, he did.
“My name is Jade Benoit.”
“Benoit?” he said, tasting her name in a way that had shivers tripping down her spine. “Is that French?”
“Cajun, actually.” Jade sighed, hating the fact that she was suddenly breathless. “My family is from New Orleans.”
She realized he was still holding her hand, and with a pang of disappointment she tried to deny, drew her own away, tucking it into her lap.
“I’m from South Carolina, born and bred. I tried New York for a few years, but it didn’t work out. You can take the boy out of the south, but I guess you can’t take the south out of the boy.”
He laughed a little at his own joke and it transformed his face from handsome to something so much more dangerous—likable.
Jade found herself smiling along with him as he continued to chat about himself, asking her questions about her family, her job, and before she knew it she was on her second glass of wine, telling him all about the situation at the middle school.
What struck her most was not the questions he was asking, but the way he listened. Leaning forward, soaking in everything she said, like he cared. Like what she said mattered to him.
It was that that finally had her agreeing to go on a date with him around the third time he’d asked. Something simple, he promised. But she had a feeling that nothing would be simple when it came to Carl Roberts.
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About The Author
Tiana's a young writer who only recently began having her stories published. At only 30-years-old, Tiana plans to continue her writing for many years to come and seems to have a never ending stream of unique story ideas.
Tiana was raised in New York City and currently resides in a small apartment house in Philadelphia with her two adorable cats. She's yet to meet Mr. Right, but in the meantime enjoys depicting him in her various interracial stories!
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Which Baby for the Billionaire?
A Gambling Heart
Love Games
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