by Nikki Wild
But despite my assurance that only my foolish actions had lead me to where I was, I couldn’t help but hesitate as I reached out for the handle for the recruitment office door. I don’t know what I did it, honestly there was no logical reason to have done it at all, but for a second I stopped before I touched the handle and went inside.
“Tristan!”
The voice stopped me dead in my tracks, my entire body frozen in time as I let that name wash over me like a wave from the ocean. I knew that voice, I’d hoped to hear that voice one last time before I left, but knew that I’d never have that chance again. At least that was what I thought.
I turned toward Gwendolyn’s voice, my mind still in shock from even the vaguest possibility of seeing her again. I almost thought that I’d gone mad, crazed at the idea of her even considering seeing me again. I couldn’t believe it, but there she was.
She wove her way through the crowd of people toward me, trying to keep my attention, my hand only an inch away from the handle of the door. It all felt like a dream. None of it felt real.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, staring down into her gorgeous eyes. I felt like I was going to be sick with guilt just looking at her. All the thoughts of what I’d done kept flooding back to me—how she’d even managed to stand the thought of seeing me again was beyond me.
“I saw the interview,” she said, reaching up to gently caress my face with her soft fingers. “I heard everything that you said… and I know that you lied to protect my reputation. And I wanted to tell you that I appreciated it.”
At least there’s that, I thought ruefully. I gave her a half-hearted smile as I stepped away from the door to allow another person to make their way inside to sign their life away as well. The longer I had to consider what I was doing the less I actually wanted to go through with it. Seeing Gwen brought back feelings that I knew I needed to suppress,
“I’m just happy that I could do that for you at least, even if everything that happened was my fault,” I said, swallowing hard to fight back something akin to tears. I couldn’t let her see me shrink away from this, after everything that I’d done, she deserved to be as far from me as I could get. I wasn’t the kind of man that she deserved.
“There’s more than that,” she whispered, taking a step closer. I looked deep into her eyes, my heart aching to feel those soft lips against mine, like fruit from the forbidden tree. I wanted to toss all pretense aside and take her into my arms like I’d been dreaming since I saw her that first night in her office. “I know that you still care about me.”
“Of course I do,” I said, taking a breath to calm myself and my quaking nerves. I care for Gwen more than anything, which was why I had to make sure that I was far away from her or anyone else that I cared about. I was toxic, and she’s said as much. So why was she here now when if she’d only waited I’d have been out of her life for another decade or more. “I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”
“Rejoining the army?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. “You really think that’s what you want?”
Of course it wasn’t. I had hated my time in the army with such conviction that I’d almost made a game of how much it would take to have me thrown out. But I knew that a life in the military would at least keep me grounded, with a sense of purpose that could not have been seen as more respectable than to strive and possibly put oneself in danger for their country.
“It isn’t about what I want,” I said, shaking my head as I turned away from her touch against my cheek. How could she expect me not to go through with this after everything that had happened? This was my penance, the only chance that either of us had for any sense of happiness. “This is about what needs to happen.”
“Look at you, sounding like a grown-up,” she teased, and I couldn’t understand where her sudden change of attitude had come from. I’d ruined her life only days before and now she was flirting? “Maybe there is another way that you could make up just how awful you’ve been to me lately. A way that I think both of us would enjoy.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“I want to be with you,” she said, looking up into my eyes. “Permanently.”
“How can we do that when every newspaper in town would be hounding us everywhere we went?” I asked. “It would be a zoo, and your reputation is already at risk as it is!”
“That would be true if we were planning on staying in London,” she said, smiling mischievously up at me.
“Where the hell else would we go? Our entire lives are here!”
“Then we can make new lives,” she said, her hands sliding over my sides. “Somewhere that they don’t know us or care who we are to one another.”
“Your business,” I said, unsure where this sudden willingness to abandon her carefully constructed life had come from.
“My business will survive, Tristan, don’t worry,” she said, smiling up at me calmly as her hands caressed my hip. “And Tina can step into my place as CEO. She’s handled the company better than I could have through this whole thing. She’s ready and I have every confidence in her.”
“But what about everything you said?” I asked, still trying to process the fact that we were even having this conversation after the last few days’ events. A rollercoaster had fewer hills and valleys than this relationship had, and things had certainly been said that would be hard to take back. “I thought that I was an asshole and that you never wanted to see me again.”
“You still are an asshole,” she giggled, biting on her lip as she looked. “But you did something that no one has ever done for me, you gave up what you wanted—everything you wanted—so that I wouldn’t be hurt by our mistake.”
“So we’re still a mistake then,” I said, shaking my head in frustration. “I don’t understand why you’re here, Gwen. What is it you want?”
“You, Tristan,” she said, “I want you.”
“How can you after everything that’s happened? You reputation will—”
“I was wrong,” she whispered. “And so long as we’re still in London we’ll be getting looks for the way that we feel for one another. I want to go away—with you.”
“What? Where could we possibly go? Everything we have is here in London,” I said, looking all around. “Your whole entire business is here.”
“Tina can handle everything,” she assured me again, caressing my cheek. “And as far as location… I was thinking that France would be fun.”
“We’re moving very fast,” I said, eyebrows raised, wary of the sudden speed that we were moving. I loved her, but this eagerness to bind ourselves together was hard for me to handle. I was never used to women actually wanting to tie themselves down to a guy like me. “Moving to some foreign country together? Living together?”
“We have a few years of lost time to make up,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine. “Why take it slow?”
I closed my eyes as our lips met, my shoulders relaxing into the sensation of her body pressing against my own. For the briefest of moments I fretted about who might see the two of us together, but the longer her lips pressed to mine the less I seemed to care. All of my insecurities began to ebb away as I felt my Gwennie’s arms wrapping around the back of my neck.
Epilogue
Months after Tristan and I absconded to France, my youngest brother was born, a pretty-looking baby whom my mother named George… Not that my mother ever told us about the birth. We’d heard about it months after that from some tabloid. There were rumors that the child was never Lord Wolfe’s and how the two of them were sleeping in separate rooms.
“Glad to be far from any of that nonsense,” Tristan whispered as the two of us lounged across a comfortable lawn chair side by side. The mid-day sun was in the sky as we basked in its warmth together.
We’d moved into a flat in Paris, the Eiffel tower in view on the horizon. It was everything a girl could have wanted when she imagined herself living in one of the most romantic cities in the world.
; “Think any of it’s true?” I asked, gently running my fingers along his bicep as we lay with one another.
“I couldn’t care any less,” he said, laughing as he turned to press his lips to mine tenderly. “I have you, and that’s all that I have to worry about.”
“You’re right,” I whispered soothingly. “They’ve taken up enough of our lives.”
I’d been left in relative peace ever since I’d left London in favor of Paris. Our absconding across the channel had raised a few headlines at first, but before we knew it we were old news by London’s standards. Everyone was looking for the next big scandal, and ours had had its fifteen seconds of the spotlight. We were slowly drifting into obscurity, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Once I’d left I put Tina in charge of the day-to-day activities at the company, promoting her to CEO as I stepped back into a silent ownership role from my new home. After the dust had settled concerning Tristan and I’s affair we found that my client list had not been nearly as decimated as I had expected, with a good number of members of the upper class still happily accepting my company’s services. With business back home still booming, I felt that it was high time that I let myself relax.
I breathed a sigh of contentment as I let my hands begin to wander over Tristan’s body, allowing my fingers to gently caress the minute curves of his abs and down along his side. I followed those Adonis lines all the way down between his hips, caressing the soft mass of his cock, just barely running my fingers along its length, entertaining the idea of rousing it from its sleep to feel it filling me in the most intimate of ways.
Tristan moaned out ever so softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the slow, deliberate attention I paid to his slowly awakening dick. I couldn’t help but smile as he began to grow as I took him into my hand, wrapping it around his base and slowly starting to stroke him.
“Weren’t you just taken care of?” he asked, a wide grin splitting his face. It was true, only a few hours earlier Tristan had held me down as he plowed that massive cock inside of me, slamming in as hard as he could until my knees buckled. I bit down on my lip, already feeling my womanhood start to slicken with lust.
“Maybe I want more,” I purred, squeezing softly on his considerable girth as I continued to stroke his massive cock. “I’m always so hungry for it, lately… I can’t help it.”
Tristan laughed, a slow, melting laugh that made a shiver run up my spine and then back down between my thighs. I bit down harder on my bottom lip and whimpered, my nails ever-so-gently raking along the underside of his arm as I began to brush my lips over his skin.
“Who knew being pregnant would turn my prudish Gwennie into such a horny little minx,” he growled playfully, running his fingers in my hair as my lips turned south toward his groin. “It suits you.”
“Does it?’ I asked, lapping my tongue over his tip ever so slightly. “I wasn’t sure you’d really like dealing with your needy stepsister trying to sit on the cock every second of the day.”
Tristan let out another laugh as he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. “Clearly you don’t know me at all.”
I smiled, pressing myself into his warm body as I straddled his waist, my back arched as I slowly lowered myself down onto his stiff rod.
“I love you,” he whispered softly to me as I took him slowly deeper inside of myself, gasping out as that piercing slid right against my spot as I worked him in all the way to his base.
“I love you too,” I moaned out, looking down into his eyes.
As I began to move my hips at a torturous pace on top of his cock, I realized that my entire life had lead up to this moment, a moment of pure happiness with the one person I truly loved. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I felt his shaft twitch as I worked my hips against him.
I had spent so much time trying to match others with their perfect soulmate that the person I was always trying to set up was myself. All I needed was the right place at the right time and the will to grab what I’d always wanted.
My stepbrother, Tristan Wolfe—and his royal prick.
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1
ILLICIT BEHAVIOR
Trent
“Dude! These groupies are totally ready to go!” My dreadlocked bastard of a bohemian guitarist laughed, splashing his bottle of beer in an arc.
The two hot young girls wrapped around him cooed a chorus of flirtatious giggles. They must have been just barely eighteen, clad in tight, low-cut shirts that made their silky, angelic breasts practically burst out of the seams.
Despite my lack of interest, I wasn’t about to rain on his parade. I lightly raised my own bottle of music festival beer to him, shaking my head.
“You go on ahead, man. Not feelin’ it tonight.”
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p; No matter where we went, fans were throwing themselves at us – and my band-mates were always eager to take the free, willing pussy back to the bus for a fresh bang.
In fact, my bassist and drummer were already back there now, getting their freak on with a few nameless groupies now.
“Serious?” Waylon asked drunkenly.
His limber playing hand slid under a skirt and along a tanned, tender ass, drawing a blush from the groupie’s cheeks. The sight made my cock almost twitch.
Almost.
“You sure you don’t want to try a piece of this Alabama ‘tang?” He pressed on. “Plenty to go around. I’m not greedy.”
The groupie twosome puffed their chests and wiggled provocatively for me, giving me the deepest pair of sultry, lustful looks that they could muster.
They looked cute.
Cute, and too young to be acting like this.
“Think I’m just gonna relax and ride the vibe,” I reaffirmed. “Go get your dick wet.”
“If you say so!”
“And ladies,” I continued, turning towards the girls, who settled down and looked at me almost fearfully. “Don’t keep him up all night. This guy needs to be shredding licks same time tomorrow.”
They nodded respectfully, but Waylon jumped up to his feet, his dreads scattering around his face briefly.
“Ain’t gonna happen. This train rides ‘til sunrise! Ain’t that right, ladies?”
They chuckled with big, goofy hero-worshipping grins on their faces. He scooped them up against his sides, and soon they stumbled off towards the back of the after-party, heading for our bus.
