Light in Mourning m-2

by Adriane Leigh

  “Hey.” Drew glared at him.

  “I don’t care what it is, as long as it’s healthy.” Gavin leaned into Drew and rubbed her tummy. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen. I glanced over at Georgia and watched her watching them. Her features had softened as a thoughtful look crossed her face.

  “Wait, you have an announcement too, right?” Drew perked up and glanced at Georgia. “Oh my God. Are you pregnant too? That would be amazing! Our kids could grow up together.”

  My eyes widened in surprise.

  Georgia? Pregnant?

  “No, I’m not pregnant,” she said as she looked over at me, a sheepish look on her face. “We’re moving in together,” she finished.

  “That’s great.” Drew beamed.

  “Really?” Silas frowned.

  “Yeah, after the new year, we’re going to start moving my stuff in. I need to rent the beach house next summer, so it just made the most sense.”

  “You make it sound like a business arrangement.” Drew frowned.

  “No, it’s just convenient.”

  My jaw ticked at her words. I was convenient?

  Irritation flared in my stomach. I didn’t like the sound of that at all.

  12

  “A convenient business arrangement? Is that what I am to you?” He had me pinned underneath him in bed later that night.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” I breathed as he skimmed his hand up my torso and pulled the shirt over my head.

  “How was it meant?” he muttered as he pulled at the cup of my bra with his teeth. My tummy fluttered and rolled, anxious to feel skin on skin. Holidays were tough for me, always tough. It was so easy for me to get lost in my head with the memories, but Tristan was what I needed to keep me in the present. And he did an epic job of it.

  “I just meant . . .” I groaned as he pulled down the cup of my bra, bringing my puckering flesh to his mouth. His lips wrapped around my nipple and lightning bolts of desire flamed cross my body and landed in a pool between my legs. I shifted underneath him on a moan.

  “You just meant what?” He pulled away and blew warm breath across my hardened peak.

  “Oh God.” I threaded my fingers in his long hair and pulled his lips back to my chest.

  “That’s what I thought.” He nuzzled my breast before latching onto my nipple again. “Last I checked, business arrangements didn’t include my head between your legs.” Goose bumps erupted across my skin as he breathed his way down my stomach. “Are we a business arrangement, Georgia?” He hooked his fingertips under the lace of my panties at my hips.

  “God, no,” I breathed.

  “Am I just convenient for you?” he murmured as he peeled my panties off my legs and nuzzled my wet and throbbing center with his nose.

  “Never,” I choked.

  “Is this something you would do with a business partner?” He dragged his tongue up my length and nipped at my clit when he reached the top.

  “Never.” I tightened my legs around his head, desperate for him not to move.

  “This is for me, your boyfriend. The boyfriend that you live with.” He thrust two fingers into my heat and I bucked underneath him. His lips latched around my clit and he sucked so hard, stars burst behind my closed eyelids. My hands fisted in his hair and pulled him tighter to me. I moaned and panted his name as he worked his fingers in and out. He laved his tongue up my wet heat, back and forth, teasing the swollen flesh before he added a third finger. I bucked and writhed and, with two long draws, an orgasm ripped through me, the likes of which I’d never felt before. My legs shook and tightened around his head as he continued to suck and nurse the orgasm from my body. His fingers slowed their thrusting before he finally eased them out of me.

  I lay against the white sheets of his king-sized bed, limp and sated.

  Breathing heavily, a smile dancing across my lips, I murmured, “I knew there was a reason why I kept you around.”

  One eyebrow ticked up as he crawled up my body. The hand still between my breasts darted over to give my nipple a rough pinch. “Watch it, baby.”

  My eyes fluttered open and I took in his beautiful face. A few locks of hair fell across his forehead and he looked utterly delicious. I reached a hand up to cup his cheek, my thumb running across his full bottom lip, still glistening from my juices.

  “You’ve got a talent the likes of which I’ve never seen before.” A smile split across my face as I teased him.

  “Worth the risk?” His eyes sparkled in that mesmerizing way.

  “Worth every risk,” I murmured before pulling his head down to me and plastering a long, drawn out kiss on his lips. Our tongues mingled and explored. He slipped a hand in my tangled locks and massaged my scalp.

  “You’re worth everything to me,” he murmured as he slid his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicked them off. “I’d do it all for you. Do it all over again. Go back to the very start. You’re worth every risk.” He eased into me and slowly worked in and out. Each push in and each draw out dragged across every sensitized nerve ending I had, and so many more I hadn't even known existed. I shuddered as he eased out to the tip, and the air escaped my lungs in a pleasurable rush when he eased back in, taking it slow, savoring every inch. My eyelids fluttered closed as I enjoyed his skin pressed to mine.

  “Eyes, Georgia. I want to see your eyes when I'm inside you.”

  My eyes shot open and found his lovely deep green orbs burning into me, taking my breath away, just like they always did.

  “This,” he motioned between us. “We aren’t convenient. We’re everything.” He emphasized each word with one delicious pull out, one delicious push back in. My nerves fired off, little fireworks shooting across my body. I laced my legs around his waist and held him tight to me so he couldn’t ease all the way out again. I couldn’t lose him, not for another instant.

  “We’re everything,” I repeated and locked my arms around his neck, holding onto him with every muscle I had. “You’re everything,” I murmured in his ear. He sucked in a sharp breath as if I’d caught him by surprise.

  13

  Fuck, she'd taken my breath away.

  Every minute, she took my breath away.

  Every smile, every movement, every word—an endless array of stolen breaths.

  She hadn’t said those words, those three words we’d each said once this summer, and I wondered if she still felt them. They threatened to burst through at every emotionally charged moment, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to keep them in. I felt everything with this girl, and it was becoming nearly unbearable for me not to share it with her. I knew I had to let her take the lead, though. I was terrified of running her off, scaring her back to him. I knew what she’d told me—he was what she knew, and she always went back—one wrong step and she could jump in her car and drive right back to him and that would be it for us.

  Pain twisted my stomach at the thought of seeing her drive away again. I couldn’t bear it. I just wasn’t sure if she was feeling it too and if she was ready to take this step with me. I’d already stuck my fucking foot in my mouth when I'd asked her to move in with me. Thankfully, it had worked out and I hadn’t scared her off, but I’d seen the indecision in her eyes.

  I always wondered if, when things got too real, she thought of him.

  I also wondered how much he was contacting her. The phone calls didn’t seem to be so often now that we’d picked up her stuff, but once in a while, I still saw her look down with a frown marring her stunning features. I was trying my best not to lose her trust, but every fucking time I saw her phone sitting somewhere, I wanted to snatch it and go through her calls, check her texts to see what he was saying.

  I breathed deeper, emotion choking my throat and causing my heart to beat overtime. I thrust in and out; her tight body took me in. Letting me fill her was so overwhelming that I thought I might lose my mind. She’d done me in with her words.

  I was her everything.

  And she was mine.


  I captured her lips in a rough kiss as I tried to tell her without words just how much she owned me. Her walls started to quiver around me and I lost it. She clawed my back as another orgasm tore through her body. I pumped and growled into her mouth, my lips refusing to detach from hers as I released everything I had into her. Suddenly, Gavin and Drew’s announcement crossed my brain and I wanted to plant my seed in Georgia. I wanted to have a piece of me inside of her, something that connected us forever. Something that we could share.

  I swallowed the lump that had lodged in my throat at the thought of Georgia, hugely pregnant with my baby, walking barefoot on the beach. She took my fucking breath away, just like she always did.

  “Fuck,” I moaned. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but forced myself to wait.

  14

  The cold air bit at my cheeks as I hustled from my car to Tristan's house—our house. It was still hard for me to get used to the fact that we were living together. The moving truck had come this morning and delivered the rest of my items from Kyle's apartment—mainly my beloved antique bedroom set that had been my parents.

  I’d just come in from running errands and tossed my bag on the counter before searching out my sexy boyfriend. I found him in his office, laptop open, legs spread wide as he relaxed in his chair. He was talking to Gavin on speakerphone when I plopped myself in his lap and curled around his body. I shivered from the leftover chill from the February air.

  I smacked a kiss on his lips as he rubbed his open palm up and down my back, while he and Gavin talked about an account that needed special attention. Something about security and encryption and more gibberish that flew straight over my head. Tristan snaked his fingertips under my sweater and dug his fingers into my hip, tickling me in a spot where he knew I was helpless. I whipped around on a giggle and grabbed his wrist. His sculpted lips turned down in a sexy pout.

  “Hey, Georgia,” Gavin greeted me over the line.

  “Hey, Gav. How’s Drew?”

  “Bitching and moaning about pregnancy, but beautiful as ever.”

  “Aww.”

  Tristan rolled his eyes. “Such a fucking sap.”

  “Hey, man, you just wait. Most beautiful fucking thing ever to see Drew carrying my kid. Takes my breath away every time I see her.” I heard Drew “aw” in the background before small kissing noises filtered through the phone speaker.

  “Jesus,” Tristan groaned.

  “Hey, Tristan,” Drew chirped. “Georgia, call me later, okay?”

  “Yep.” I grinned as I pecked Tristan on the lips.

  “Hey, man. Back to the account, before we were so rudely interrupted.” Tristan goosed me on the ass. I winked at him before slipping the mail off his desk and rifling through it as I made my way out the door. I sped through the electric and heating bills, something from the marina to do with Tristan’s boat, and then my eyes landed on Washington DC Department of Corrections. My heart thudded in my ears and my breath caught painfully in my throat. I hadn’t seen an envelope with this return address in years.

  Exactly sixteen years.

  My mind went blank as I warred with myself about opening it. I wanted to throw it away, burn it, and never see it again.

  I dropped the rest of the mail on the floor and tore the envelope open, letting the ripped paper flutter to the floor. I unfolded the letter and read the first line before skimming the rest of the paragraph. I licked my lips as the letter danced to the floor, landing at my feet.

  I turned and my eyes caught Tristan’s. His beautiful green irises stared back at me, concern etched across his face. I licked my lips nervously. I felt like my body would crumble.

  I couldn't hold myself up.

  I was falling.

  Free falling back where I’d been sixteen years ago.

  Pain cracked open my chest and my heart thudded hard and fast, so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I blinked back tears and tried to take deep breaths. Tristan said something before hanging up the phone and shooting out of his chair toward me. I couldn’t hear a fucking thing. My heart roared in my ears. The roar of the waves outside the house was deafening.

  Parole.

  Eligible for parole.

  A hearing.

  Your presence for a statement.

  My legs gave out just as Tristan reached me, his arms wrapping around my waist as we crumpled in a mess of limbs on the floor. I laid my head across his shoulder and inhaled his soothing, fresh scent. The now familiar smell of him brought tears to my eyes. I was thankful that he was here and with me. Thankful I had someone to soothe me.

  He rubbed calming caresses across my back and begged me to tell him what was wrong. Finally, he gave up and his eyes darted to the letter I’d torn open on the floor. He snagged it and perused the sentences quickly.

  “Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he began sliding his palms all over my back, soothing me, shushing in my ear, rubbing my neck with deft fingers.

  It was all coming back. A rewind of sixteen years. Except now, I had Tristan. Kyle was absent and in his place was Tristan.

  I felt my stomach roll with sickness. I lurched from the floor and lunged for the toilet in the bathroom. I emptied the contents of my stomach and spent equal time sobbing and hyperventilating. My past was replaying just when I’d thought I’d finally embraced my future.

  “You don’t have to do it, you know.” Tristan lifted me into his lap from my place on the couch.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled, eyes trained on the television in front of us, not seeing the show flashing on the screen. Another crime drama that Tristan was obsessed with. I looked, yet didn’t watch at all.

  I’d been telling him all night that I didn’t want to talk about it. He’d stayed silent, we’d stayed silent, and on the rare occasion he’d mentioned it, even in passing, I'd had the same answer.

  I don’t want to talk about it.

  “Okay,” he soothed as his hand ran circles up and down my back. Diva jumped up on my leg and nudged her head against my hand.

  “Hey, honey,” I murmured and stroked her soft fur. She purred and began digging her nails into Tristan’s thigh in appreciation.

  “Ow.” His brow furrowed in the most adorable way. He tried to nudge her away, but she wouldn’t hear it. She’d found a new best friend in Tristan. He spent most of his time with Charlie—he was a dog person through and through—but he never turned down my high maintenance baby girl when she came calling after his affections.

  “Be nice.” I lifted her into my arms and nuzzled my nose into the soft fur at her neck. I inhaled and stroked her as she purred. I closed my eyes and tried to stay in the moment. Tried to stop thinking about going back to DC and standing before the parole board, reliving my experience one terrible night sixteen years ago when my parents were murdered, because that was what it would be like. If there was ever anything I needed to put in my past, it was this. It was so easy for me to fall back into it again. I needed to guard my heart before the emotion and pain took over.

  In the present, I was sitting on the lap of my gorgeous, open-hearted boyfriend, who wanted nothing more than the best for me. I sat Diva on the couch next to us and turned to him.

  “Thanks,” I whispered as I tucked my head into his neck. I inhaled his intoxicating scent and sighed. My lips worked across the soft skin in the hollow where his neck met his shoulder.

  “For what?” he asked. His voice had dropped an octave, his palms on my back rubbing a little rougher, his heart thudding a little quicker.

  “For being here, with me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers into the hair at his nape.

  “Only place I want to be.” He pushed his hands into my hair and pulled my head away to gaze into my eyes. “You know that, right?” He dipped his head to lock me with his searing green eyes.

  “Yes,” I whispered and angled into his lips, taking his mouth with mine in a slow kiss. I explored his lips, savored the taste of him, the feel of his soft flesh
against my own. I caressed his cheekbone with my thumb and committed his beautiful face to muscle memory. I feared that there was a tough road ahead for me and I wanted to call on these moments with him to get me through.

  “I . . . Tristan, I . . .” I murmured against his lips, unable to finish my thought.

  “Go on.” He quirked one beautiful eyebrow at me with a lopsided grin. He knew what I was thinking and he was teasing me. The bastard was teasing me just when I was feeling the most vulnerable.

  “You’re a shit.” I pushed against his shoulder.

  “I’m your shit.” His grin widened for a moment before he pulled me back to him and captured my lips with his. His kiss was rougher, needier, and I loved it.

  “I love us.” I pulled away and locked his eyes with mine. “I just want you to know I really love what we have.” I worked my thumbs along the contours of his face. It was the best I could give him at the moment.

  He stared back at me for a few breathless moments. He looked like he was warring with something. “I know,” he finally said.

  “Good.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. The lips I relished in, savored and devoured in equal parts. He kissed me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue, his hands running up the inside of my sweater to settle just beneath my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to eat him. Discover every inch of his body with my tongue. Starting with those pouty, sculpted lips that I couldn’t get enough of.

  I moaned and arched into him just before my phone rang out.

  “Shit, I bet that’s Drew.” I pulled away from his lips.

  “Let it go.” He tried to reattach his lips to mine.

  “She’ll keep calling. There’s no escaping her.” I lifted off his lap.

  A tortured groan escaped his throat. He flung his head back on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut. He looked utterly adorable.

  “Save it for later because I want these—” I traced my thumb along the outline of his lips. “—all over my body tonight.”