by Jones, P. A.
“Like a father and son.” Carrie giggled, “Why are you really thinking about all this Nikki?”
“I don’t know. But he interacts with Stephen very well. He is filling the place Gerome would have filled for Stephen. And above that, I really like this guy. He jumped in front of the bullet meant for me. I just can’t repay my debts to him.”
“I think he likes you more than anything, and that’s why he is doing all this. It’s a rare thing. I’ve never seen a man dedicate this much to a woman in my whole life. Not even my boyfriend does that.” She patted my shoulder. “And I’m happy that you found him.
“Yes.” She was right. Even I had never seen anyone so kind with me and my son. Who in the world would risk his life for me? You are a gem, Tristan. A real diamond.
“Did you both talk about this? About your relationship?” Carrie asked.
“No, but I wanted to. Then this all happened. I was afraid, at first, that he would think twice after knowing that I have a child.”
“I must confess, I told him about you having a kid and I was afraid that he would just back out, but he stood behind you and came with me to save your ass. He just wanted you to be safe at any cost.” She looked at me. “I’m sorry, Nikki, for telling him.”
It was a difficult one for me. I couldn’t be angry at her; she’d practically saved me by telling Tristan about Chase. But at the same time, Dad died because of this all. “Don’t worry Carrie, let it go. If it wasn’t for you, I would have died or been abused by Chase. Anything could have happened to me.” I half hugged her. She was not only my best friend; she was a life saver for me.
“Anything for you, dear. So what are the plans for the night? A double date, maybe?” Carrie asked.
“I’m not sure if Tristan has plans.”
“So now your plans depend on him?” Her tone teased me.
“No…nothing like that.”
She cut me off. “It’s okay.” And she started giggling.
“You naughty girl.” I slapped her on the arm. “Anyway, what do you think? Should I ask him about our relationship?”
“Didn’t he ask you on a date and you said no?”
“Yes.”
“Then ask him on a date. Then you can talk about your relationship freely. Not with Stephen around. Drop him by my house. I’ll take care of him for you.”
“Thanks, Carrie.” I hugged her again.
“Hey, gals, what are you talking about?” Tristan came towards her.”How are you doing, Carrie?” He greeted her with a cute smile on his face.
How do you do it, Tristan? How can your smile by so cute and adorable.
“Talking about you,” Carrie teased.
“Anything interesting that I can hear? I might be useful here.” An ear-to-ear smile appeared on his face.
“No, it’s personal.” Carrie giggled. “Anyway, I was about to go. It was nice seeing you again, Tristan.” She shook hands with the man of my dreams.
“You, too.”
Like a perfect, sexy gentleman.
“So, what were you talking about?” Tristan asked as soon as Carrie left.
“Nothing,” I said, as I took Stephen in my lap, kissed him and ruffled his hair. He caressed his nose on my shirt.
“Oh, my baby.” I wiped his nose with a tissue and gave him to Tristan.”I think we should talk to a doctor for his frequent cold.”
“You are absolutely right. I know a child specialist who visits my bookstore. Mind if I take appointment with him?” he said, while taking his cell out of his pocket and dialing the number.
He walked away to talk with the doctor. I kept watching him while he talked. It was time for me to ask him on that date I’d declined earlier. He was the man I had been searching my whole life. I need to book you now, Tristan. I can’t let you get away from me.
“What about this Monday?” he asked me, still holding the phone in his other hand.
“Fine with me.”
He continued his call.
While he talked on the phone, my eyes pierced his shirt and imagined every line of his picture-perfect muscles. Every inch of my body was heating up with hunger. Damn, Nikki. You are going to ask him on a date, not on a sex date.
Because of all the drama, we hadn’t gotten a chance to become closer and he was so patient that he never, ever asked about it in last month. But my body was now refusing to stay away from him. I need to get you in my bed now.
“I just booked an appointment for Stephen this Monday morning. I will pick you up and then we will drive there.”
“Okay,” I said.
“What happened, babe? Why are you looking so odd?”
Damn you, Tristan, I’m feeling horny right now. Not dull, you fool.
“No, nothing, bored of the laziness.”
“What can I do to make it interesting?” he asked, innocently.
“May be a glass of wine at your poolside? maybe I will go skinny dipping like that day.” I winked at him.
“We have Stephen,” He said.
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll put him to bed. He will be sound asleep.”
“I don’t mind.” For the first time I saw sex in his endless eyes. The sex I wanted from him.
“Let’s go. I’ve been waiting for a month, and I can’t wait anymore.” I sounded horny to myself, but his body made my lust uncontrollable. Even his cologne was sending me over the edge. I needed him badly, more than ever. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the car. I was a horny bitch, all right.
The moment I got in his house, I put Stephen to sleep in another room where I could easily hear if he cried or needed me.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The buttons slid free and the corner of Tristan’s mouth rose in a cocky and sexy-as hell-smirk. He knew how desperate I was for him that day.
“What? Don’t you want me?” I frowned at him.
“Yes, I do,” He replied in a deep, hollow sound which sent tingles across my body. “I’m just enjoying it after so long.”
“Then don’t act like jerk.” I put my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
I undid the next button and his hands tightened on my hips. He pulled me to him, his eyes darkening with want as our bodies touched. I could now feel the proof of just how much, pressing into my stomach. My knees went to jelly by just the thought of what was ahead.
He leaned forward and kissed the corner of my lips, then glided his tongue to the center. I closed my eyes, feeling his wet tongue sliding across my lips. It was tingling as well as excitingly intense.
His tongue penetrated my lips. I trembled, opening my mouth to give him access and quickly finished with the buttons. I slide my hands inside his shirt, first checking his wound on the oblique. It seem perfectly healed, but a scar remained as a reminder of the horror that happened to us.
He shrugged and let his shirt fall on the ground. Now, his bare body was all mine. He was all heat and muscle; even the lack of exercise for a month couldn’t rub the lines of fitness that ran through his body. I ran my fingers across his body, feeling his heart pounding under my fingertips, as I touched his chest.
He kissed me again, sucking my tongue with his. I skimmed my hands up his perfect body, up to his neck and into his delicious long hair, my fingers fisting gently into it. The way his body responded to mine was intoxicating.
His hands moved from my hips to grab my ass, where he started to hike my skirt. I could feel his smile through our kiss as his fingers started swirling around my bare cheeks. But the touch left me fuzzy, increasing my want and made me rock my hips into his.
He groaned softly, showing his own want.
His hands still on mine, he shuffled his feet forward. I followed his lead until the back of my knees touched the bed. I arched my hips against him and he shuddered with desire. With a gentle push from him, I let go his hair and tumbled onto the mattress.
“Before we start, do you mind if I peek on Stephen and check he is okay?” he asked in a gentle voice.
I lo
ved that he cared for my son even when I was in right front of him, lying down in lust. “Yes, please. Sweet of you.”
He quickly went into the other room and came back with a grin on his face. “Little prince is sleeping like a baby.”
“He is a baby.” I giggled.
He looked down at me, his gaze full of desire. I hadn’t felt his rawness this much in last few months. The in judge had really worked up on him. I arched my hips up to tempt him and his face turned into a cocky grin. Slowly, he went to his knees on the floor by the bed.
My knees bent over the edge of the mattress and Tristan used his broad shoulders to separate them. He looked at me with a grin and pointed at me to watch him closely with just the direction of his eyes. He kissed me, up from my bare feet, up my calf, my thigh and increasing my temperature with every kiss.
His fingers hooked around the tiny strings of my panties and he pulled them off with a smooth, practiced motion.
“Sorry, but they have to go.” He looked at them carefully before tossing them away.
I went breathless as his fingers traced a route around my upper thighs. I couldn’t see what he was doing because of my dress still in the way. I reached down and pulled the skirt back as I wanted to see everything he had planned. He looked in my eyes with a dark desire flowing through his deep, black eyes. I’d never seen him so intense. He held my hand and put my skirt back where it had been.
I closed my eyes as I had no use of them. My muscles were tensed in anticipation of the things coming ahead. Nervousness built in my chest. Though we were not doing it for the first time, it felt like it.
He kissed one inner thigh again and then the other, licking it, kissing the skin and sucking it with his teeth. Oh, God, I didn’t know a woman could feel this much passion for a man.
His lips kissed my special spot at the top of my legs and I shuddered at the surge of pleasure. I was so excited with lust that barely a breath to my sensitive spot would have sent me rolling over the tide. A full kiss was like being struck by lightning. Damn you, Tristan Scott.
He chuckled as my core vibrated in response to his kiss. He then nuzzled my inner thighs and tightened his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night, releasing my pleasure for him. He didn’t stop there; his lips continued applying pressure and his tongue and teeth continued doing magic around my V. I’d never had anything like this in my life before, not by Tristan either. Every time, it felt like something new; every time, I discovered a new angle of pleasure when I was with him.
His lips continued until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was on the edge of the hill and one more touch of his lips would have sent me falling over the top.
“Tristan,” I whimpered as he inserted a finger inside me. I started shaking around his finger. With a flick of his finger and his tongue in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.
Tristan sent me over the edge again and again and I rode the full waves of pleasure until I crashed back on earth, gasping and spinning. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. Lust burned a mark in his eyes and I felt good knowing that lust was for me.
I sat up and removed my dress. I didn’t want to bother with it again and again. He stood frozen, watching me removing my dress. I loved the way he was burning holes in my body like I was the sexiest thing on earth. He bent down and removed my bra in one swift action.
“No need to hurry. You’ve seen them already,” I giggled.
“Every time, they look new and bigger.” He grinned.
“What, bigger? Are you serious?”
He laughed aloud and cupped them in his hands.
“You moron, you are joking, right?”
“Maybe or may not be.” His eyes still held a smile and he pressed my breasts gently.
I ignored his reaction and undid his pants.
He bent down and took out a square packet.
“Somebody was preparing for the day.” I winked at him.
“They would have expired after today.” He winked back.
I released him from his clothing and he kicked his pants away. His manhood jumped in front of me—long, hard and rock solid, sending a shiver through my body.
He moved his hand to my shoulder, pushing me to lie down on the bed. I kept my eyes focused on his face. I wanted to see every damn expression he had tonight.
His right hand cupped my breast and he ran his thumb across the nipple. It pebbled under his touch and sent a spark of lust and desire straight from his fingertip down to my throbbing core.
“Please, Tristan,” I begged, writhing under his touch and needing so much more than just a touch.”I can’t wait, please don’t make me...”
He reached for the foil package and I waited, holding my breath until he pulled it on his manhood and poised at my entrance.
“Nikki,” he whispered. Our eyes locked and he pushed inside.
My body moved with every stroke of him, aching and writhing with his body in harmony.
The muscles of his back tightened; his biceps and his arms flexed as he worked, keeping a steady pace that pushed me over the limits. I moaned every time he dipped inside me more and more. My legs started to shake as he took me higher and higher. I dug my fingernails into his back, pulling him further into me. I needed every bit of him inside me.
“Come for me, Nikki,” he groaned in passion. His raw desire sent sparks all along my body.
His every action was pulsing pleasure inside my nerves, but he didn’t stop. He increased his rhythm and speed. As I came back to the moment, I couldn’t control myself and a scream slipped out of my mouth. He bent further over me, his breath fast and ragged, and his brow concentrated with lust.
Our eyes found out each other.
“Tristan,”
“Nikki...”
“Come for me,” I repeated his own phrase.
Primal need flashed through his eyes and he thrust and shuddered. I arched my hips to take him more, pulling him deeper into me. I didn’t want to let him go. My body shuddered with every wave he sent inside me.
After a perfect moment of pleasure, he collapsed beside me. His raw sweat was pushing me into an erotic feeling all over again.
***
“Tristan, are you awake?” I tried to find my watch, but it was too dark around to find it.
“Hmmmm…” He replied in a dazed voice.
“Tristan…” I bit his earlobe this time.
“What?” He jumped of the bed and switched the lights on. He was total eye candy at that moment, completely naked, his muscles flexing, his eyes surprised. “Are you okay, Nikki? Is Stephen alright? Did anything happen?”
“Don’t shout, you’ll wake up Stephen.”
“Oh, sorry.” He lowered his voice.”But why did you startle me.”
“I didn’t startle you. But leave it. Do you remember asking me on a date couple of months ago?” I asked.
“Yes, I do remember. But what does it have to do with anything in the middle of the night? Specifically at four a.m.” He looked in his watch.
“I thought I should ask you on a date, if you don’t mind.”
“And why would I.” He sat next to me, holding my hands, looking in my eyes.” Why would I mind, sweetheart. I wanted to go on a date with you. And I want to go, but not right now.” His face turned serious.
“Why, what’s the issue? Why not now?” My heart sunk.
“Because I’m sleepy and Stephen is sleeping.” He chuckled.
“You jerk. I mean tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” I hit him with a pillow.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulled me near and kissed me on my cheek.”We will go on a date, but let’s wait until the court hearing and we see the doctor for Stephen. If everything goes fine, we’ll go on a date this Sunday. Happy now?”
“Yes. Thank you, Tristan.” I cheered up and hugged his bare body.
“This hug might be dangerous for you,” he said.
“And why is that?”
He pushed me back on the bed and flipped me on my stomach. I could feel his hardness touching my pubic area from behind. He paused for a second………rip of the rubber heard along. In one swift motion, he penetrated in my lower lips. It was painful, but at the same time it was what I wanted again and again.
His body started moving, and with every jerk he gave, my body moved along with him, making us one body. I started riding on the waves of pleasure in no time.
“Oh Tristan, you are so…” I cried as he thrust deeper inside me.
Chapter 5
Nikki
“Are we on time?” It was the third time I’d asked this question. My palms became sweaty and I was feeling anxious in my heart.
We were standing just outside the courtroom and at any time we would be entering it.
Tristan looked at his watch, “No, we are ten minutes early. Don’t worry babe. It’s just a routine hearing about the will. This will pass in no time.” He half hugged me.
“I hope so.” I took a deep breath. The nervousness was still there.
It was my second time to be in court. The last time hadn’t been good at all. That was when I was defending my custody of Stephen. I was a drug addict, broken, didn’t even have money to pay a single lawyer. The result was humiliation. The court ordered Stephen’s custody to my dad. Sweat glistened around my forehead as the thoughts of that day gathered in my mind.
“Are you sure? Do you think this will get done without any issue?” I asked Tristan again.
He looked at me with a sweet smile on his manly face. I wondered for the thousandth time how he could smile so sweet and cute while he looked so rough and manly other times.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything will be all right. It’s a normal process. And for God’s sake, get that tension out of your mind,” he said, gently smiling and patting my shoulder to give me courage.
“I just hate these freaking courts,” I said, heat flashing through my cheeks.
“Don’t worry. I don’t like them, either. We are here just for some formality.” He sighed and opened the door.
It was a private hearing as per Mr. Shaun’s request. He held a lot of authority in the courts and he could do this easily, he had been practicing for most of his life and his name was taken with respect, even by the judges. I learned this last time when he arranged a case against me for the custody of Stephen. I didn’t want any attention from the media, though. After Dad’s death, I was asked a fiftieth time for an interview, which I declined. I just didn’t like the publicity.