“Slide your fingers inside those pretty little knickers of yours. Take them all the way off, then lean back on the bed so I can see you.” My eyes moved across her, my gaze intent and hungry as she moved into position. I could see her inner thighs shining slick and almost choked with the need to taste her. “Fuck, babe. You’re so wet. Mmmm… I want to taste you! I bet I could just slide this fat cock right inside you, couldn’t I? Show me, baby. Slide a finger in and…fuck! Two fingers in…so bloody beautiful.” I watched her sink two fingers between the swollen, pink lips of her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, Tristan,” she whimpered. “…want you here. Wish you were inside of me...” Her voice trailed off as she spread her thighs and her hips lifted over and over again onto her thrusting fingers. I matched my speed to hers as we both rushed towards climax.
“Me too, baby. I’d fuck you so good. God, I want my dick inside you so deep, angel baby …” My balls began twitching and I knew the end was near. “Come on baby, faster. Flick your clit, baby. Yeah, like that. Just like that, angel…let me watch you cum.”
“Oh fuck, Tristan!” her voice broke as her body arched up.
“Do it, baby. Cum for me, come on.” Her breath came out in a moan that pushed me right over the edge with her. My hips lifted and my arse tightened as I let myself go, streams of cum sliding over my fist and hitting my clenched abs. On the screen, I could see her body twitching as her fingers slowed down, the rhythm of her hip thrusts spreading out as her orgasm subsided.
Our sighs of contentment echoed across the net, and I wondered just how long I’d last until the distance between us was too much.
Chapter 12 – Ginny
The front door swung open with a loud bang and in walked Kari, her arms heavy with shopping bags. She dropped them with a huff and shut the door. “You wouldn’t believe how freakin’ busy the mall was. Just hundreds of snot-nosed teenagers running around, their raging hormones stinking up the place.”
“Well, why don’t you grab a beer and sit down. Dinner just came and I was about to start watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix.”
Kari walked into the living room and scanned the food I’d spread out on the table. I admit, I might’ve gone a little overboard. “I was craving Chinese,” I said defensively. “There’s plenty to share.”
Kari shrugged, “As long as there’s extra duck sauce, I’m happy.” She grabbed a white container of noodles and picked at it.
“How was your day?” I asked around a mouthful of rice.
“Eh, you know. How are things going for you?”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t even want to know.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Care bear, it’s hard. I mean, I’m young, just got married and I’m not even with my hubby. It sucks.”
“I was thinking about you guys today, you know. How long has he been gone?”
“A little over a month, although it feels like much longer than that.”
“And his dad?”
I sighed and shook my head. “Apparently he’s been feeling better the past couple days. They’ve moved him out of the hospital, so Tristan’s been spending a lot of time back at his family’s house.”
“And no one over there knows you guys are married, huh?”
That was a touchy subject. I felt a bit like a dirty little secret that Tristan had to keep from his family. I brushed aside my initial reaction and smiled. “Nope. He’s waiting for the right time to tell them we’re engaged. With everything that’s going on, it’s not on the top of the list of priorities right now.” I paused, debating whether or not I should voice one of my biggest worries, but I knew Kari would understand. “I think he’s worried that it might upset his dad if he tells him. In his weakened state…”
I couldn’t stand to finish the thought. Kari grimaced, set down the white takeout container and chewed the inside of her cheek. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I love you, too.”
“And you know I’d never want to hurt you, and I’m always here to support you, right?”
“Yes, what the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s just, I think between the extra stress at work and everything that’s happened with you…” She looked at me as if she didn’t know how to continue.
“What? Spit it out!”
She jumped to her feet and went to grab the shopping bags from the kitchen. “I went to the mall, to the sports supply place, and picked up a few things. Look, aren’t these cute?” she said, holding up various neon-colored exercise tops. “I even got another pair of running shoes.”
“Okay…” I was so confused. I had no idea where she was going with all this.
“I just think it’d be great if we could start going to the gym together? We used to and we were talking about doing it again.”
I finally grasped what she’d been dancing around. “Ohhh, you’re saying I’m fat?” I was half joking. I knew she cared and was trying to tell me in the nicest way possible, but it still stung. I knew I’d gained weight since Tristan had left. If you looked up the term “Emotional Eater” in the dictionary, you’d see my pretty little round face.
“I’m fat too! That’s what I’m saying! We can both go to the gym together and get un-fat.” She sat back down and looked at me earnestly. “I think it’d be good for you, and not just because of the weight. I think you need to do something more than work and worry.”
“I know, thank you for caring enough to say it. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person I could stand hearing it from,” I laughed.
“Oh, thank goodness you aren’t pissed off with me. I didn’t know how to say it and I was so afraid you were going to take it the wrong way.”
I hugged her and laughed. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Just as we were pulling apart, I heard the Skype messenger ding on my computer in the bedroom. “Oh! I think that might be my husband right now!”
My husband. I loved saying it. I plunked myself down in front of the computer, the little pencil dancing across the screen as he wrote me a message.
“Hey babe, are you there? I need to talk.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Call when you’re ready.” I ran my fingers over the angel tattoo on my hip and smiled. That was the most painful thing I’d ever done. I couldn’t believe Tristan got the same tattoo over his heart. Vegas. The happiest day of my life.
The computer began to trill and brought me out of my nostalgia. I answered his call immediately and I all I saw was his face bathed in bright light from the computer screen. I didn’t even recognize the room he was in.
“Hey, baby,” he said. He sounded exhausted and I quickly realized how late it must be.
“Hey, you’re up late. Or rather, you’re up early. I don’t think we’ve ever talked at this time. Is everything alright?”
“My dad died about an hour ago. I’m at the house right now.” He sounded so numb, as if it hadn’t really hit him yet. My heart shattered into a million pieces for him.
With tears in my eyes I said, “Oh God, Tristan, I’m so, so sorry. I can’t even imagine—”
“I love you,” he cut in. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I never want you to think anything otherwise. You are my absolute life and if I ever lost you…” his voice cracked at the end.
“Oh baby, I love you too.” I was crying now and not even trying to hide it.
He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the heel of his hands. “I’m alright. I just wish you were here right now. I don’t want to lay this at your feet but—”
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for. We’re partners now, in good times and in bad, remember?” I tried to smile through the tears.
I knew this had to be hard on Tristan, not only was he an only child, but because of the complicated relationship he’d had with his father. It wasn’t as simple as losing someone you cared about. How the hell are you supposed to feel when you lose a parent? Even though you never really got along with
them. Was there a word for that?
“Do you think you might be able to take a few days off from work? I’d really like you to be here for the funeral, if you can make it?”
“Of course, baby, I’ll be there. I’ll email work right now. I have loads of vacation time saved up, and I doubt anyone is going to question me going.”
He breathed a sigh of relief and I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms, take his pain away.
“I can’t really talk long. The funeral directors just arrived and I stepped out briefly as the doctor was confirming the time of death.”
“Oh, sweetie,” I said softly.
“It’s alright. Anyway, I’ll get you a flight out as soon as I can. I’ll send you all the details, okay?”
I nodded, not knowing what to say. I was happy I was going to see him but hated it was under these circumstances. “Okay, babycakes, I’ll let you go. Call me if you need anything. Any time, seriously. I don’t care what time it is, all right? I’m here.”
Tristan’s face contorted and I knew he was struggling to hold back his tears. “I will, Gin. I love you so much.” He took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder. “I’ll be able to hold you soon, I’ll just remember that.”
We said goodbye and I sat at my computer wiping tears from my cheeks. I remembered the first time I’d met his father. I’d been naked, vulnerable, and he practically threw me out on my bare ass. Unfortunately, our relationship hadn’t warmed much from there but I still felt sad that he was gone. A part of me always hoped that he’d come around and learn to love me, like in the movies. Maybe he would’ve eventually learned how good I was for Tristan. Now, none of that was possible.
Oh, his poor mother, I thought. The shock and grief washed over me as I returned to the living room.
“Everything okay?” Kari said, as she glanced at my face.
“Tristan’s dad died. He wants me to go to England to be with him for the funeral,” I blurted out through my tears.
“Oh Gin, sweetie. That’s terrible. Of course you should go.” She came over to me and gave me a big hug and stroked my hair until I was all cried out. We drank some wine and she tried to lift my spirits while she helped me pack for my trip back to the UK and I finally fell into bed, tired and sad for my Tristan.
A day later, I was back in Heathrow, blurry-eyed and reeling from the long flight. The last time I’d been inside these walls, I’d thought my entire relationship with Tristan was over. Yet, here I was, waiting for my bags to appear on the carousel and one wall away from my husband’s arms.
I tried to sleep as much as I could on the plane, knowing that I’d end up flying back before I even had a chance to recover from the jetlag. As much as I wanted to be, I didn’t think I was cut out for the jet-setting lifestyle.
I finally snatched my bag off the belt and nearly bowled a man over rushing to the exit. Tristan was on the other side of those doors and I couldn’t wait to be with him.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the exit at this terminal. As the doors open to the public part of the terminal, there’s always a mass of people cordoned off by security ropes. I understand it makes it easier for passengers to get through, but every time I walk out, I feel a hundred pairs of eyes on me.
I searched the faces for Tristan, not knowing where he’d be standing. I reached the end and stopped, had I had missed him? A momentary bubble of panic rose in my chest when I realized I didn’t have an English cell phone, then I heard that unmistakable voice boom across the Arrivals lounge.
“Ginny!”
I spun to see Tristan running towards me. He looked hot in a charcoal cable knit sweater, his shoes slapping against the floor. All my emotions came flooding to the surface as he came closer. He scooped me into his arms, my suitcase dropped to the floor, and he buried his face in my hair.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered. He pulled away, kissing my cheeks. “I couldn’t find a bloody parking spot and your flight got in a half hour sooner than I thought it would. I hope you weren’t waiting for long.”
I looked into his eyes and never felt surer I was with the man I was meant to be with. “I’d wait forever for you, Tristan Armstrong.”
He smiled and hugged me again, then bent to collect my bags. “Let’s get out of here. Mum’s waiting for us at home.”
I was glad Kari and I had gone shopping the week before. I hated to admit it, but even my frumpy work clothes were starting to fit poorly. At first, I was worried about the cost but Kari had just laughed.
“You’ve got Armstrong money now, honey,” she’d said.
“Oh man, I don’t think of it like that. That’s all Tristan’s money, not mine. Can you imagine gold-digging women like that?”
I checked myself out in the mirror and sighed. I’d bought a pretty, but plain, charcoal grey dress with an Empire waist, paired with a simple black knit cardigan. I hadn’t been to a funeral since I was a little girl and I felt like I was really out of my depth. I ran my fingers through my hair once more and decided I was ready.
I was so nervous about being around his family. I’m a terrible liar and I hated the idea of keeping our marriage a secret, particularly from a grieving widow and my actual mother-in-law. I really liked Tristan’s mom and didn’t want to start our relationship on a lie. However, I knew I had to follow his lead. He knew his family best.
I came up behind Tristan and put my hand on his shoulder. “Hey sweetie, I’m just about ready to go. Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
“Yeah, absolutely, let’s go.”
I kept glancing at him as he drove over to his parents’ house. He’d been quiet, which was understandable, but it hurt to know that I had no idea how to help him. As much as I loved him, we hadn’t been together very long. He didn’t seem to be the type who wanted to talk about his feelings, so I held his hand, hugged him when I could, and tried to be the strong, loving wife.
As we stepped into the ornate hallway, I got a flashback of the last time we’d visited, the night Tristan had left me alone. I must’ve tightened my grip on his hand because he looked down at me.
“I know, it’s alright. I’ll be right here the entire time, okay?”
I nodded, feeling like he was reassuring me more than I was him.
He led me into a different room this time, a dark wood paneled room that looked like it could’ve been his father’s study. It was packed with people standing in tight groups, talking softly.
Mike saw us enter the room and immediately walked over.
“Gin, it’s so good to see you,” he said as he took my hand in his and kissed me on the cheek. “Sorry it’s in such sad circumstances.”
“You too. I’m happy to see you up and walking around. I know how badly you wanted to get back to work.”
“Oh, sooo badly,” he smiled, rolling his eyes. He turned to Tristan and looked with sincere concern at his friends face. “Heya mate, how are you holding up buddy? Your mum was looking for you. Some problem with the catering, I offered to help but she asked me to send you over as soon as you got here..”
Tristan glanced at me, concern filling his eyes, and nodded. “Alright. You stay here with Gin, okay? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Of course, mate. We’ll just be here talking about you, no worries,” he grinned as Tristan turned and walked away, “…but let me know if there’s anything I can do. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
“I’m so sad for him, Mike. I mean I can only imagine what he’s going through. He’s so young to lose a dad. God bless him.”
“I hear ya, and that geezer wasn’t the easiest to get along with. I’m really glad T has you. I’ve never heard the miserable bugger so happy before this happened. He needs you, Ginny. More than you know.”
I took a deep breath, I knew Tristan needed me. I was just at a loss for words. What could I say to Tristan to take the hurt away? “Yeah, he needs you as well. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“But you’re prett
ier to look at…just!”
I smiled. We were good together. I wondered if Mike knew we were already married. I spotted Vanessa across the room. She was wearing a tight little black dress that was somehow both demure and inappropriate at the same time. I tried not to watch her but I couldn’t help keeping an eye on her whereabouts, almost as if she was a wild animal I had to track.
At one point, she moved to a group of people behind me, not far from where Mike and I stood. I wished and prayed she’d just move on but before long, I heard her irritating voice ring out.
“Oh Michael, there you are, sweetie. I wanted to speak to you briefly about something I’d heard was going on—.” She stopped speaking abruptly as she noticed me. I wanted to melt into the floor but did my best to hold my ground and look her in the eye. I could almost feel Mike tense up as well.
“Ah, sorry. I didn’t realize the Yank was here. Jesse, isn’t it?” she sneered, knowing full well she was messing up my name.
My blood began to boil but before I could correct her, Mike stepped in. He had an odd expression, almost as if he’d been looking forward to this conversation. “It’s Ginny, actually And I’m not sure you’ve heard the good news given all that’s happened, but Tristan recently asked Ginny to marry him. Isn’t that wonderful, Ness?”
“Ah,” was her only response. She looked visibly shocked.
I thought my heart was going to fly out of my throat. I’d figured Tristan had told Mike something, but I never expected him to drop that sort of bomb at the wake. As he and Vanessa looked at each other, I realized there was a history here, plenty of bad blood. He told her the news really to get a rise out of her.
“It’s true. Bloody romantic proposal, wasn’t it? Got down on one knee, the whole shebang. Aren’t you going to congratulate her, Nessie?”
Vanessa’s gaze turned to me and I felt about three feet tall. She looked me up and down and smiled caustically.
“Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. I’ll give you the name of the designer who made my dress when I was engaged to Tristan. Of course, he’ll probably have to charge you more for all the extra material.”
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