by Cassy Roop
I lifted up on my tip toes to place a soft kiss on his neck. He leaned in to give me better access and I decided to be brave.
“I cannot wait to get out of here and have you take me upstairs,” I said as seductively as I could.
“God Kendall, you cannot say something like that to me while we are around all these people,” he murmured.
Do I go for it? Tell him how you feel!
I looked up at him under hooded eyes. I could feel the heat creep up my neck as I found the courage to say the words I have wanted for weeks now.
“Tristan, I want you.” He stared at me for a brief second before closing his eyes. He looked like he was fighting an internal battle with himself. When his eyes opened they were filled with such longing it nearly had me coming undone on the dance floor.
“God Angel, I want you too. You have no idea how much.”
He leaned in and left the briefest of kisses on my lips before turning to whisper in my ear.
“Let me check on a few things and we’ll get out of here.”
I replied with a smile and a nod.
Finally!
Tristan kissed my hand as we walked off the dance floor. He went to speak to some men who I assumed either worked for him or could be part of his board. I decided I would get one more drink to help me relax before the events I hoped we're going to happen upstairs took place. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I neared the bar. Turning around, I was welcomed by a sneering Miranda.
“You know that you are just another one of them right?” she spat.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you are talking about.” I replied.
“One of the girls he takes to bed and then has nothing to do with again. You see Tristan is not one to sleep with a woman twice. With the exception of me of course,” she said with a sarcastic smile.
“You see,” she continued, “He and I have history. A rather long history in fact. I made a mistake once and if I hadn’t, I would be Mrs. Tristan Price right now.”
I stilled. They were engaged? Tristan's ex-fiancée was standing right in front of me?
“We aren’t over. I just thought I would save you from later heartbreak,” she sneered.
Just then Jackson approached with Cassie. The look on his face was one of disgust and pity.
“Miranda, don’t you have someone else you can harass? I suggest you leave Kendall be or will I have to do something about it?” Jackson asked her.
“Oh Jax, I was just seeing if Kendall was enjoying herself here.” She lied. She then turned to me and said, “Just remember what I said,” before turning on her heel and walking off.
Jackson glared at her retreating form before turning to speak to me.
“Kendall, do not listen to that money-grubbing whore. Take everything she says with a grain of salt.”
“Really, so I shouldn’t be concerned with the fact that she and Tristan were once engaged?”
“Fuck”, I heard him mumble. “Kendall that was a long time ago. Just ignore her.” He turned to Cassie and kissed her cheek before saying he would be right back.
My mood was ruined. Not once did Tristan mention that he was engaged to Miranda when he introduced us. I was sure she had enjoyed springing that bit of information on me. Turning to Cassie I told her that I was suddenly feeling tired and that I was going upstairs. She gave me a hug and told me that if I needed anything that I was to call her.
What I needed was to get away from all of this. The looks, the stares, Miranda. I marched out of the ballroom and down the halls to the elevators. I needed to pack my things since I would be returning to my apartment tonight. I needed to get home and prepare everything for our departure to London on Monday morning anyway.
At least that was the excuse I told myself. It had absolutely nothing to do with the insane amount of jealousy I was harboring right now.
Chapter 12
Tristian
I hurried as fast as I could to say my goodbyes without being rude. I knew it was still early, but I did not care. All I wanted was to be alone with Kendall. I was tired of denying my feelings for her. I was tired of pushing her away. Even though I knew the outcome was going to break us both, I had to have her. I needed to make her mine.
I was just about finished saying goodbyes to all the important people who helped make this hotel and the night possible, when Jackson approached me.
“Dude, I need to talk to you and it is not good,” he said as he slapped me on the shoulder.
“What?” I asked.
“Fucking Miranda, man. She got to Kendall. I tried to get to them before she opened her big mouth, but I was too late. She told Kendall about the engagement. Made Kendall feel about two feet tall. She told her that she was just another notch on your bedpost.”
Fuck.
I looked around for Kendall and didn’t see her anywhere. Then Jackson chimed in.
“She’s gone. Cassie said she left.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had to find her. I needed to fix this. Yes, at one time I had been engaged to Miranda. I cared for her, but I would not necessarily say that I loved her. The marriage was going to be mainly one of convenience. My father had pushed us together to get on the good side of the board. Seeing that Miranda’s father was on the board, he thought it was perfect. I wish I had never gone along with the idea.
I turned to make my way to the elevators before Jackson stopped me again.
“You won’t find her upstairs man. She packed her stuff already and headed back to her apartment.”
Fuck.
I turned and made my way to the lobby of the hotel. I don’t care what I had to do. I’d to follow her to her apartment and make her understand. I would not let that stupid bitch come between me and the one woman who had been in every fantasy of mine for eight years. Tonight I would make Kendall Jones mine.
After hailing a cab I made my way to the Lower East side to where Cassie and Kendall’s apartment was. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what I was going to do and say once I got there. No doubt Miranda had frightened her back into her shell that I had worked so hard to bring her out of.
I knew that Kendall would hate me when she finds out who I am. Even more so when she finds out that I could have possibly prevented the death of her parents. Even with all of that still lingering in the back of my mind, I still wanted her with every fiber of my being.
The cab pulled up in front of her apartment building. In a way, I was cursing myself for having the upgrades done to her building. If the front door was still broken, then I could enter her building with ease, but it also comforted me that not only could I not get in but no one else could either.
I stood at the entrance to her building trying to figure what to do. She ran from me, so obviously I know she was upset. Would she even let me in to talk to her? I raised my finger to press the button to alert her that someone was trying to reach her apartment.
After a minute that seemed like forever, I heard a quiet voice answer the intercom.
“Yes? Who is it?”
I froze momentarily scared at the possibility that she would not allow me in.
“Hello?”
“Kendall, it’s me.”
Silence.
“Kendall, please let me in,” I begged. I didn’t care if I had to get on my knees and grovel to this girl I would do it. Right now nothing was more important than her.
I heard a soft sigh just before the buzzer to the door sounded. Ripping open the door, I dashed down her hall desperate to get to her. When I got there, she was already standing with the door open, but blocking the rest of the apartment from my view.
“Tristan, why are you here?” she asked me with a frustrated voice.
“Why did you leave the ball?” I countered. As I watched her struggle to answer I took in her appearance. She had changed out of her ball gown and into a tight pair of jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. In my haste to hurry and get to her, I ran out of the hotel in my tuxedo. Although I shed the jacket and loosened th
e tie, I was still uncomfortable.
“I was tired of all the stares, the snide comments, and glares. I was also uncomfortable with your ex-fiancée,” she stated.
“Obviously no one liked me being there with you, Tristan. I felt awkward, inadequate. Why was I there with you anyway when you could have anyone you want?” I could see the look of defeat in her eyes. The normal cerulean bright blue of her gorgeous eyes had dimmed to a dull, misty hue.
“Because I was with the one I wanted,” I told her as I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. How could she not see and feel that all I wanted was her? All I could think about was her?
“Kendall, may I come in so we can talk?”
She sighed as she contemplated my request. I begged her silently and pleadingly with my eyes. Finally she stood to the side allowing me to enter the apartment. As I entered, my body brushed against hers and it took every ounce of control I could muster to not just grab her and take her the way my body was begging me to.
Kendall turned to shut the door and I spun around to pin her up against it. Her eyes were wide as she took in my close proximity. My hand lifts to stroke the soft skin of her cheek as I stared into those gorgeous green eyes of hers.
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” I say sincerely. Before this night was over I was going to give her every bit of the desire I had been holding back for so long. I would make her see that she was the only one that I wanted.
“Tristan…” she sighs. Hearing her say my name was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.
“You drive me mad, Kendall Jones. You are the one person who had consumed my every thought since we met on that sidewalk.” And for the past eight years. I added silently.
“I ache to be near you, to touch you. I want to climb so deep inside you that you have no choice but to be possessed by me Angel. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you want me just as badly,” I pleaded.
“Oh God, yes, Tristan…I want you. I’m just…scared.”
“Kendall, in that ballroom tonight, you were the only woman that I saw. How could I even look at another girl? I had the most beautiful woman in the room on my arm.” It was the truth. I was blinded by her. Nothing and no one else mattered when she was close to me.
“But…everyone…Miranda,” she stammered.
“Means nothing to me,” I cut her off, “in fact as soon as I heard you had left, I got here as fast as I could.”
I took her hand and lead her over to the couch. I sunk down into the soft cushions as I pulled Kendall down into my lap. I needed to be close to her, to touch and feel her. Thankfully she did not protest.
I looked into the beautiful blue eyes of the woman who could bring me to my knees. So many emotions were running through me. I wanted, no I needed this woman to know just how much she had possessed me.
“I have never felt this way about a woman, Kendall. I am consumed by you.”
Her gorgeous eye shined with unshed tears. I reached both hands out to cup her head. I ran my fingers through her silky chestnut hair that she had taken down since we left the party. Slowly, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth making my way across her jaw and to the hollow part of her throat. The soft moans that escaped her mouth only made me want more.
Kendall shifted in my lap placing one knee on either side of my legs so that she was straddling me. I pulled her closer to me as I crushed my mouth to hers. I coaxed her lips open until I could brush my tongue with hers.
Our tongues hungrily danced together as we tasted and teased in a hot warm frenzy. No matter how close I was to her, it would never be close enough. My body was vibrating with the need to claim her as mine. Even if I knew it won’t last, I needed to possess her, consume her, just like she had done to me.
Kendall
Finding Tristan at my door was a surprise. He actually came after me. The thought thrilled me to no end. Maybe this man did feel the same things I was feeling.
I sat straddled in his lap as our tongues lapped and licked together in an erotic tangled web. It was like some magnetic force was drawing us together. His taste and smell were so intoxicating, I was drowning in him. I could feel my sex brush against his through our clothes. I have never been this turned on in my life. It only fueled my need to have him fill me even further. I knew my heart may get broken in the end, but I needed him.
My heart started to beat in a frantic rhythm as our kiss grew more heated and needy. I was scared out of my mind, but I also knew that if I didn’t do this, if I didn’t have him I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Breaking the kiss, I cup his face in my hands as I stare into his mesmerizing green eyes, “Tristan, make love to me.”
It wasn’t a question, but more so a demand. I did not want to give him the option of telling me know. The corners of his mouth lifted into a delicious, sensual smile.
“Nothing will stop me from doing just that, Angel. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come with me buried deep inside you. I want to taste, and lick every inch of this delectable body of yours.”
“Oh God, yes…” I moaned. I knew I sounded needy, but I did not care. The only thing I cared about was being connected to this man in every way possible.
Tristan gripped my hips and lifted us both off the couch.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I nodded down toward the end of the hall. We crashed into my room as Tristan carried me over to the bed. Setting my feet on the floor he cupped my bottom and drew me closer to his body. I could feel his need pressing into me through the pants of his tuxedo.
I stepped back for only a moment to lift my t-shirt over my head. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, I reached for the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, I released each button to expose his smooth tan chest. I could feel the hard ripples of his abdomen with the backside of my hands as I undid his shirt.
Tristan helped my removing his shirt after the last button was released. Reaching down to palm my heavy breasts through my white lacy bra, Tristan groaned.
“You are so perfect, Angel. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. You were made for me sweetheart.”
Tristan pulled down the cups of my bra exposing my breasts to him. He leaned down clamping his hot, searing mouth on one of my nipples. The act sent an electric charge straight to my clit.
“Oh my God…Tristan,” I moaned. My body was on fire. Heat radiated from somewhere deep inside me. My sex was screaming to be claimed by him.
I reached for the clasp of his pants needing to feel more of him. I could hear the erotic sound of his zipper releasing as I pulled it down springing his hard shaft from its constraints. Tristan's breathing was growing more labored as his pants fell to the ground.
Stepping out of them, he stood before me in only his black silk boxers. The sight was amazing. I could see every hard line of his body and I ached to touch it. Tristan released the button on my jeans and I shimmied them down my legs. It caused my breasts to bounce back and forth.
“Mmm,” he moaned and I stepped out of my jeans leaving me in only my lacy thong and bra. Reaching around me, Tristan released the clasp of my bra allowing my heavy, aching breasts to fall free. My nipples instantly hardened under his hungry stare.
He walked me backwards and slowly lowered me to the bed. I climbed further back as Tristan crawled his way over to rest on top of me. He ran the palm of his hand from my throat, down the valley of my breasts to grip my hip. His hand slid over to where the dampness between my legs had become prominent. The sound of my thong ripping filled the room. In my frenzied shock I looked up to find Tristan smiling down at me.
“I hope those weren’t your favorites.” He grinned.
This man was absolutely devastating when he smiled. I had never seen a sexier image in my life.
“God Kendall, you have no idea how long I have thought about this. How long I have waited to feel your body clamped around mine. I want to fill you completely, Angel.”
“Yes…Tristan…please,” I panted.
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Tristan's body left mine completely as he lifted up to remove his boxers. Oh. My. God. This man was beautiful. I could see his long, thick shaft as he shed his boxers. The tip glistened with the sign of his aching need.
He climbed on top of me as he nudged my legs apart exposing me to him. His hand trailed down my stomach to cup my sex. I gasped at the shock of pleasure that rippled through my body. Running one finger through my slick, bare folds he moaned. I knew getting that Brazilian wax was a great idea.
I smiled.
“God Kendall, you are so wet. Tell me this is for me. I want to hear you tell me how turned on you are,” he commanded.
“Tristan, I want you so much. More than anything. I need to feel you inside of me,” I whimpered. Gone was the confident sexual being, in her place was a needy, desperate woman. I was absolutely desperate to feel him inside of me.
“God that is so sexy, Angel. Let me take care of you first.” Were his last words before I felt his hot tongue run up my already pulsating core. My body physically trembled with the pleasure of it. His slow, deliberate licks soon became stronger and faster as my body raced to find its release. Tristan slipped one finger inside me and coaxed a spot inside me that only I had been able to find previously. Crooking his finger in a come hither motion, he stroked the sensitive spot inside me. I could feel the tension in my body increase with my impending orgasm.
After a few more swipes of his tongue and strokes of his fingers, I came undone moaning his name.
“Oh God, Tristan!”
“Yes, Angel, that’s it. Fuck that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His strokes slowed as I rode out the remaining waves of my orgasm. I felt empty as he withdrew his fingers. Tristan brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the evidence of my arousal. It was so hot.
“I can’t wait anymore, Kendall. I need to be inside you,” he said breathlessly.