by Lacey Silks
“Baby, there’s only one cookie I want to have.” He removed his pants completely and sat on the blanket at the foot of the fireplace. Only Tristan could make food sound like an oral feast.
His erection finally settled to the side of his thigh. In its more sleepy form, his cock was still a sight I could indulge in every day.
Tristan pulled me down to sit in front of him. He wrapped himself around me from behind letting his naked legs rest at the side of my thighs. In an instant we changed from me taking care of him to him soothing me with little kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders. My skin began to itch for a fiercer touch. Tristan drew his hands to my front and slid them over my tummy.
“You’re beginning to show,” he smiled against the side of my face.
The corset Laura gave me was tight, but that little bump which I’d noticed in the bathroom earlier in the week was definitely there. The thought of a baby growing inside me, a new life we had both created, made my throat thicken with happiness.
“Will you still love me when I’m big and fat?”
“I will love you when you’re old and gray. And I will take your hand and walk with you to the beach where our children and grandchildren will be fishing. We’ll sit on a swing and watch the beautiful family we created eat, laugh, and joke. I’ll get up to chase our grandchildren, and you will play peek-a-boo with the youngest one in a stroller.”
Now my throat definitely thickened. Tristan’s words took me somewhere to the distant future.
Family. I could really picture the image he’d painted in my mind. My heart pounded with everything it had. How wonderful would it be to make it all come true? And then it hit me. Tristan’s words made promises of forever, with me. He’d said them without fear or hesitation. Other than the little jealous streak when I thought about Kendra, I’d never doubted his devotion. But the thought of being together until we died stirred something deep inside: a thought of a promise I wanted to make to Tristan in front of God and our family. But aside from his parents, the subject hadn’t been broached by either of us just yet. I pushed it away, relishing his body as he breathed in tandem with me. What Tristan had just confirmed was all I’d ever wanted: a happy and healthy growing family. I closed my eyes to see that moment once again.
“By the way, I’m installing security gates at the house next week. Like the ones my parents have.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t have them done before we moved in,” I teased.
“With the Washington business, I’ve been a bit pre-occupied.”
“Tristan, I was kidding. This home is the safest I’d ever felt at.”
“The cameras will go up at the front and along the driveway, so there will be some people moving around for a few days.”
“Sounds fine,” I said in a dreamy tone, my thoughts still outside by the shore with my future family.
“Now, how about that dessert?” He lifted his hands to my shoulders and began massaging. I felt my head fall to the side.
“I thought I just had mine.” I grinned with pride. “Or did you mean the cookies?”
He turned me around to kneel between his legs. His softened flesh rested at the side of his thigh. Tristan encased my head in his hands and my mouth found his scrumptious lips in seconds. Finally I was able to lose myself in my Tristan. The first connection we’d made charged through me in waves. His hands flew to my back and he began the intricate work of unclipping my corset top hooks. Thank God there were no strings! It would have taken too long. And within seconds I felt the fire’s warmth touch my naked back as Tristan’s eager hands peeled the top off my body and threw it somewhere further away. My hands roamed his pecs and abs until I found the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Breaking our kiss for a few seconds felt like he’d deprived me of the most important need in the world.
But I took that moment to study his body. The way he knelt in front of me and I in front of him, both of us heaving in the blazing glow, a glisten of a promise sparked in his eyes and I knew I wouldn’t last long. His abs formed a perfect pattern. My gaze drifted to his heart and I leaned forward, kissing that scar from the past – the one where Kendra had stabbed him. I wanted to heal him with my lips, my body, and my soul. That wound finally had to be peeled off his chest, at least a little.
“I will never hurt you, Tristan,” I said, in between the kisses.
“I know, Allie.” He took my hand and placed it over the scar. “This is in the past. You are my future.”
My fingers drew along the light ripple. Tonight it stood out more than any other night: a white slash against his bronzed complexion. I would make him forget. I would work hard every day to take away the pain permanently.
He lifted my chin with his fingers and his hungry tongue slid into me again. The ache intensified in my belly and I responded with a quiet moan into his mouth. Seconds later I was down on the blanket, my arms wrapped around Tristan’s head, whimpering into him, grinding my body against his, wanting to connect to his every inch, wishing he’d already pulled the leather pants attached to my skin off my ass. He braced his weight on his elbows and leaned over me. My breasts hardened and my nipples became almost sore, aching to be touched.
Tristan pulled away and admired me from the top. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shut my eyes closed for a moment, trying to control my breathing. When I caught enough air to reply, I said, “You know you’re going to have to watch your mouth when the little one is born.”
“No fucking problem,” he grinned. “Like you, I reserve my language for special occasions. Lie down on your front,” he instructed.
“No, you need to take my pants off, and make love to me.” My gaze lowered to his hardening cock. Thank God he was ready to do it all over again!
“I love it when you tell me what you want, but you’ve had a long day. And you just worked an extra shift by that chair. Trust me. It will be worth it.”
“Fine.” I swear I almost growled in frustration. I needed Tristan inside me, and I needed him now. But I could tell from the look on his face that his mind was made up. And I did trust him; so whatever he had planned, it was going to be close to seventh heaven.
I turned around, propping a pillow under my head. Tristan fumbled with something while the fire pit flames mesmerized me for a moment. He then reached down and yanked my pants off my hips, leaving me in my boy-short black-laced panties. Finally! Mr. Smooth had swifter hands than a professional robber.
“This was the surprise I was talking about earlier, but once again you distracted me.” Tristan straddled my ass. The feel of his muscled legs against my flesh and on the back of my thighs electrified my skin.
Now get those panties off, mister!
“Just how did I distract you?” I wiggled my ass.
But his silence only added to my excitement of the unknown.
Without a warning, warm fluid dripped between my shoulder blades and then oozed down my spine. The smell of vanilla and a hint of jasmine, perhaps coconut, teased me.
“Don’t move or it will spill.” Tristan leaned to the side and reached further over. I peaked at the silver platter with brown bottles labeled as massage oils.
“Did you hide that in your pants?” I smirked.
“Baby, there’s no room in my pants when I see you. I hid it under the table. Now relax.”
His palms touched my back and spread the gooey liquid from the lower spine where it had collected up to my shoulder blades and back down the sides of my ribcage. The touch of his warm palms on my body and their igniting pressure was beyond relaxing. Gosh, how had he known this was exactly what I needed? He manipulated my muscles as if they were play dough. Tristan pressed his thumbs closer to the spine and drew them up and down. I felt a crack or two and closed my eyes, relishing the exquisite release between my discs. The earlier need between my legs dimmed as I felt my shoulders droop lower and my head loll on the pillow.
He continued the motion for a moment and then turned his pal
ms to the side and concentrated on my right ribcage, then the left one. Once his hands traveled up toward my neck, I wondered whether one of his previous clients was a masseuse who had given him private lessons, and if so, where I could send him or her a Thank You card (with perhaps an expensive bottle of wine).
He brushed my falling hair to the side and rubbed my neck, releasing knots of stress I wasn’t aware of. I was ready to fall asleep and lose myself to his touch when his hands lowered. The trail he left on the downward path along my skin revived something I’d pushed aside. Tristan shifted as well, grasping my ass. The touch down there struck a bundle of needed nerves. He kneaded his fingers deep into the flesh. And that felt even more rewarding than my back. He circled them with profound intent into my skin, covering every inch before sliding closer to the center. A yearning stirred deep in my belly, and with the knowing thought of what would happen next, I felt his mouth kiss the dip of my spine, then tread lower to my ass.
A wail of encouragement slid out of my throat and I squeezed my legs together, feeling warmer and wetter in my lower half. I wanted to turn around and press myself to him, but Tristan kept his firm hands on me, insisting that I stay on my front. With a tantalizing motion, one of his hands followed my crack and slid deeper, right between my legs. I let my muscles relax and parted my thighs as much as he allowed me. His slick fingers found my wet opening and he slid them inside me.
I grasped the pillow until my knuckles whitened.
“Don’t move,” he whispered in a low throaty tone. His horny voice was enough for me to clench my pussy so tightly I was afraid I’d squeeze his digit and never let it go.
Tristan streamed his fingers in and out of me. There had to be more than one – perhaps three. Euphoria surged through my body in a volume I could no longer control. Hot and desperate, I knew this night would last until morning, because having him just once wouldn’t be enough. If he thought I was aroused before, he hadn’t seen me yet. My ass moved to the gentle assault as his fingers hit a spot inside me that pulsed to my clit, then shot through my entire body, and exited my fingers and toes. Each time the feeling intensified, and I couldn’t release it fast enough, so it began collecting in that one tiny spot. The flesh of his cock slapped against my back thigh as his body moved to the tempo. And as if reading my mind, Tristan withdrew his fingers, spread my knees, and supporting himself on his arms, slid his once-again rigid cock down along my crack, tantalizingly slowly, to between my legs where he prodded at my entrance and finally filled me from behind.
Tristan stretched me wide, hitting my full depth on the first lunge. I lifted my ass to accommodate him and before I knew it, we were both up on our knees while my head still rested low on the pillow. I tightened my grip. The onslaught of torturous bliss continued. Tristan’s hand drew down under my belly and slid toward my front.
He rammed into me while his fingers showed no mercy on my swelling mound. I was so close. The sound of our slapping bodies and Tristan so deep inside me was unbearable. Containing my delight in that one spot would have been a sin, and then with one last flick Tristan brought me undone.
Time ceased to exist.
The jitters flew through me forever.
I didn’t know who I was or where I was. The only thing that mattered was that I was one with the man I loved. The first shock wave slowed to a trickle of tingles. Tristan continued the gentle rubbing until all my strength dissipated and I touched his hand to stop, at which point his hips stilled and he released a loud, “Argh!”
Winded, Tristan pulled out and took me into his arms. We flopped down on the floor.
My body was boneless as it sagged against his.
Once I returned to some kind of present, I said, “I’m going to call you a ‘triple O’ from now on.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Allie. But you haven’t had three orgasms yet.”
“Not yet, but I know you won’t disappoint me. We have until morning.”
He growled, gently biting my shoulder, and then kissed the marked spot.
And with that, my eyes closed, and in Tristan’s arms I drifted into a blissful dream.
CHAPTER 12
The sun shone through the window straight into my eyes, and I was forced to lower my sunglasses indoors. I dropped my briefcase by my desk, removed my coat, and plopped into the chair, quickly checking my hair. I’d had a difficult time combing out the knots this morning. After last night’s massage and a triple O my body felt completely spent. Tristan had definitely lived up to his new nickname. We drove to work this morning together, for once, planning on leaving at a decent hour. Actually, I insisted on driving my new white Bentley. It was a rare occasion for me to prance around with Tristan in the passenger seat.
“Someone looks like they got lucky last night,” Laura said as I fumbled with the drawers.
Why the heck was I so flustered this morning? Last night was absolutely unbelievable, yet this morning my stomach was upset, and odd chills kept running down my spine.
“Good morning to you too. And are we talking about me or you?” I plopped into the chair, clicked my laptop on, and pulled out the files from last night. Marissa’s was still on top of the pile.
“Well, if you have to ask, I did have to rush home at six a.m. to get a fresh pair of clothes,” she grinned. Yup, Laura had the same look on her face that I probably wore.
“You did him in his office?” I knew I was being a hypocrite; after all, that’s exactly what I had done in Tristan’s office – in fact on his desk – when I first came to Cross Enterprises.
“I wanted to, but it looks like he has more respect for his new boss than you give him credit for.”
“Hotel then?” My brows rose.
“Nope, 69 Clemmens Court. Don’t you just find that address arousing? I asked him whether he wanted to make that number come true and he was down on...”
“Stop!” I raised my hand. “Too much information. Back up a little. So James took you to his house? This is serious, Laura.” I yawned.
“It feels different with him than with others. He’s got this move with his...”
“Laura, please. I haven’t had my morning coffee yet. Get that glow off your face. I’ll grab you a mocha from the lunch room and we’ll chat over the files. I may have an idea how to lure Marissa.”
Why did I ever wish she’d tell me more about James? Laura’s idea of sharing her dating life definitely crossed a line I wasn’t ready to go near.
“Sounds good. It’ll give me time to check my emails.” She started clicking on her computer.
And of course I bumped into Tristan on the way to the lunch room.
“Good morning,” he said with a smug smile.
“It is indeed.” I bit my lip.
Tristan pulled me inside the lunch room and sneaked in a full mouth and tongue kiss. Thankfully no one was there. And now I was a total hypocrite. No, I wasn’t about to do Tristan in the lunchroom. But the way his mouth possessed mine at the moment, I wouldn’t care if his entire staff watched us, right in this spot. Why was he being so affectionate where anyone could pop in and see us? This was so unlike the business Tristan I knew.
I pulled away and examined at his face. When I found the guilt I was looking for, I crossed my arms and said, “You need something from me.”
“Not as much need as I have some bad news.” He pouted using that same expression of big puppy eyes and curled lips I had tried on him in the kitchen. This was big! Tristan never pouted.
My face immediately drooped.
“Hey, at least I’m not wearing an apron and offering chocolate ice cream to get what I want.”
I pictured him in my apron, all naked underneath. The vision in my mind made my breasts swell.
“What’s the bad news?” I finally asked.
“I need to fly to Washington in three hours and I won’t be back until tomorrow night.”
“Tiezzo trouble?”
“No, this is... more personal.”
“But no
thing to worry about?” I narrowed my brows.
“Nothing you should be concerned about, Allie.”
“All right. I guess we’ll have to postpone another triple then?”
“Those hormones of yours are working overtime, aren’t they?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no!” He pulled me against his body once again. My front collided with him, and that scrumptious bulk I’d devoured last night pushed at the top of my pencil skirt. His kiss deepened and I became lost in his mouth. Stepping up onto my toes, I wanted to feel his growing manhood on my little triangle, but he pulled away.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” I straightened his tie. “Should I have Olivier prepare something?”
“I’ll be in just before midnight.”
“Ahh, that’s two nights now.”
“I promise to make it up, baby.” Tristan inadvertently glanced at his watch.
“Go,” I said. “But please text me when you land, and maybe a few hours in between.
“I promise. And you too. I know you wouldn’t want me to send a security guard with you.”
I chuckled. “Since when does your security need me to protect them?” I winked, and then gently slapped his behind.
And with that, Tristan rushed to his office, his steps quickening down the hall.
I knew every minute he’d spent with me in that lunch room was one he couldn’t spare. Whatever drew him to Washington must have been important.
Once back in my chair, I answered my emails and sorted the cases. So far, the stings we’d organized had been successful. It appeared Laura and James had been working not only in the office but outside as well. In fact, I was beginning to suspect they worked overtime just so I didn’t have to; or perhaps it was the workaholic inside me who tried to take on more than I should have.
By early afternoon my phone buzzed.
T.Cross: I just got in. Missing you.
I quickly typed back:
A. Green: I miss you too.
His reply was instantaneous.