Darkest Fears Trilogy: Fallen For Him / Freed By Him / Forever With Him

by Clair Delaney

  Dropping my towel to the floor, I step under the overlarge square shower, and turn it on. I lean my head back, close my eyes and let the water cascade across my face, and soak my hair. Picking up my body wash, I go to squirt some into my hands, but I’m suddenly aware I’m not alone, I spin around.

  Tristan is casually leaning against the shower door. He’s got his arms crossed and he’s gazing at me with a hot, heated look. I swallow hard.All he’s wearing are his sweats; his glorious upper body is all on show for me.

  I want him again – Coral you just did it, three times!

  Tristan is smiling at me with such a seductive look in his eyes, I think I may climax without him even touching me.

  “Mind if I join you?” He asks.

  Join me? Is he kidding? I’m in the shower!

  “I...” I suddenly feel very, very shy. “Really?” I squeak in astonishment.

  “If you don’t mind,” he says, his sexy smile appearing.

  “Um...I...I guess so,” I say, thinking I probably look like a drowned rat at the moment.

  Tristan strips his sweats off and opens the door. I instantly notice his penis is standing to attention, yet another erection. What’s this guy on?

  “Are you on drugs?” I giggle through the spray.

  “Drugs?” He cocks his head to the side. I grin widely and look down at his erection with one eyebrow cocked up.“Yes,” he growls, grabbing hold of me, pressing the length of his solid body against mine.“You’re my drug and I’m very, very addicted.”

  “I better give you a hit then,” I giggle, placing my hands on his backside and pressing him harder against me.

  “Stay there,” he whispers and dashes out the shower, seconds later he is back with a condom on his erection. Boy he doesn’t waste time!

  As he reaches me, he pulls me to him and kisses me hard. Then he takes a couple of steps forward and pushes me against the tiled wall, his hands all over my body, his kiss heated, wanting, so full of love and passion –This is so hot!

  “Wrap your legs around me baby.” I gasp and do as he asks.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I whisper shyly.

  “Done what?” He asks, kissing me hard again.

  “Showered with someone,” I whisper.

  He frowns down at me. “And shower sex?”

  I smile shyly and shake my head at him.

  He smiles enigmatically at me.“Keep your legs gripped,” he says as his hands lift me up further, then he reaches down to his erectionand slowly sinks himself into me, filling me right up.God I want him, so badly, he turns me on so much. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.

  Then surprising me, he really starts to move, fast.He makes a low, sexy noise in the back of his throat, then he grasps my wet hair between his hands and kisses me, passionately, pulling my lips harder against his, his tongue invading my mouth…Holy crap!

  Picking up the pace we move faster together, Tristan is pounding up into me. I’m bouncing up and down, my breasts jiggling as I try to hold onto the sensation without climaxing too quickly.I open my eyes and watch as Tristan takes hold of my left breast, he squeezes and caresses it, then sucks the erect nipple.

  “Oh god!” I come un-done, climaxing loudly, watching him do that was so fucking sexy.I grip my arms around his neck, my leg muscles tensing while my orgasm overtakes me, each wave making me feel weaker, light headed....I think I'm going to pass out.

  Tristan is still pounding up into me, then suddenly he stills, his mouth open, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, his eyes wide and dilated.“Fuck…” He hisses as he finds his release, gently biting my bottom lip.

  We sink down to the shower floor and for some odd reason I begin to giggle, then I really start to laugh – I think it’s because I’m so elated, so happy and I’ve just had...I’ve lost count how many orgasms I’ve had so far this morning.

  Hysterical laughing now ensues – Maybe it’s because I feel good about sex again?

  “What are you laughing at?” Tristan asks, laughing too.

  “I don’t know,” I cry out, rolling onto the floor, laughing so hard that my belly is truly starting to ache. Tristan can’t help but join in with me, laughter is too infectious like that…

  WHEN WE FINALLY COMPOSEourselves and the laughter has ceased, Tristan helps me to my feet, then pulls the condom off and throws it on the shower floor.We kiss each other ardently, caressing, squeezing and appreciating each other’s body.

  “Can I wash you?” Tristan asks.

  I find it strange he would want to do that, then I feel his erection grow against my belly.

  “Maybe another time,” I whisper against his lips. “If you do, I don’t think we’ll get out of here.” Tristan grins cheekily at me, and kisses me sweetly, then checks the time on his watch.

  “I think you’re right.” He suddenly looks serious. “We have ten minutes,” he adds.

  “What?” I gasp in horror. “I’ll never be ready on time!”

  Tristan strokes my cheek, it instantly calms me.“You don’t need to be ready baby. We know where everything is going. I can sort it, take your time.”I take a deep breath, feeling calmer.How does he do that to me?

  “May I?” Tristan says, pointing to the shower.

  “Be my guest,” I say, gesturing for him to go first.

  Leaning back against the tiles, I watch him shampoo his hair. I watch the bubbles ripple across his shoulders, down his mighty fine pectorals, swimming into a v as they reach his slim abdomen, then down to his impressive manly parts – Boy I’m a lucky woman.

  Tristan winks at me as he sees me watching him.“Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles.

  “You have no idea,” I answer dryly, biting my bottom lip.The urge to get down on my knees and taste him is...overwhelming.

  “Later,” he admonishes, his eyes darkening. I pout like a teenager. Tristan finishes up and pulls me under the shower.“Don’t be too long,” he tells me sternly, then kisses me briefly before he leaves, leaving me spent and sated.Something deep within me blossoms. I can't explain what it is, all I know is how it makes me feel, and I feel like I’m on drugs, high as a kite.

  I sigh blissfully, I was intending to take a long lazy shower, but now all I want to do is be as quick as possible and be next to him again. I’m really starting to feel kind of lost and empty when he’s isn’t next to me.I wonder to myself if that is a good thing, if this ends, goes wrong, I don’t think it’s something I will ever recover from – I push the mournful thought away and try to keep my mind focused, as George has taught me, on the now and what Tristan and I will be getting up to today...

  TEN MINUTES LATER AND I’M DONE. Hair washed, body shaved in all the right places and buffed with my shower cream and exfoliating sponge – now I feel refreshed. I have dressed in my white skinny, three quarter length jeans, my mint camisole and my green wedges to match.I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my cheeks look flushed – guess that’s all the sexing!

  Smiling broadly at myself, I pick up my make-up bag and start putting on my face. I go through the motions on autopilot, because I can’t stop thinking about what Tristan revealed to me this morning.Quite frankly, I'm shocked that he’s been on his own for so long, longer than me in-fact, and I can’t help wondering about this girl and whether she did in fact cheat on him. Then I wonder who the confidant was. Who told him that they were seen together? Must have been someone he really trusted.

  I brush the stupid thought away. If Tristan had stayed with her he wouldn’t be here with me now, so I have to be thankful to the confidant, whoever it was.Then I think about his broodiness last night, that strange look he had. I have to wonder what was going through his mind. I hope it doesn’t return, it gave me such a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach – Stop Coral, don’t think like that!

  I shake my head at myself, look up at my reflection and finish off my make-up, trying my best to quiet the crazy talk going on in my head.

  With my make-up done and myhair dryi
ng naturally with a lovely wave, I walk back into the bedroom and pick up my handbag. Finding my mobile, I quickly check my messages and see I have none from Rob or Carlos - I wonder if they’re ok?

  I try to tell myself they’ve gone away on holiday to try and renew their relationship or something, make amends, at least I hope that’s what’s going on; and if it is, I hope they are having a good time. Then I think of Bob – Shit!

  I’ve just realised I won’t be there tomorrow to cook him his Roast Dinner. I better call Gladys, see if she will take one over to him, at least it will ease the guilt I'm feeling for not being there for him.

  “Hello?” A deep male voice answers the home line.

  “Malcolm?” I say, feeling surprised he’s answered the line.

  “Yes?” He says.

  “It’s Coral.”

  “Ah, hello darling.” He sounds genuinely pleased to hear from me.

  “Hi, is’ – “I’ll go get her for you. How are you feeling, is your nose better?”

  “Yes thanks, much better.”

  “Good, glad to hear it. Darling, Coral’s on the phone for you…” I can hear Gladys in the background, she sounds busy.

  “Be quick darling, I’ve got bacon and eggs on the go,” she says a little frantically

  “Can you take Bob a dinner tomorrow?”

  “Oh goodness, poor Bob, I won't be here darling.” Damn it!

  “It’s ok, I’ll sort it,” I gripe. “You’d better go before your eggs burst,” I add.

  “Bye darling.” She slams the phone down.

  “Bye,” I mumble sarcastically to my mobile and hang up.I guess I better talk to Tristan, I’ve got to get some decent food in Bob somehow, throwing my mobile in my bag, I skip down the stairs to find him.

  Reaching the kitchen, I spy Tristan sat on one of the breakfast stools, going through some paperwork. He hasn’t seen me so I take a moment to appreciate him. He’s dressed in a fitted black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of trainers; he really does look too good to be true.

  Just as I think, that he runs a hand through his messed up hair, making my stomach flutter madly, I don’t know why he hasn’t combed it into place, as is his usual style, but I don’t care, he looks really hot – really hot and sexy and I like it, I like it a lot.

  I’M SAT ON ONE OF THE BREAKFASTstools with my arms andlegs wrapped around Tristan, as he kisses me over, and over. He seems to like kissing as much as I do, and he seems different today, like he’s gotten over his broodiness about what I told him.I hope so, this Tristan I like, he’s playful and sexy and I can’t get over how much he seems to like me, love me even.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks kissing me again, his tongue softly lapping against mine, making my legs feel wobbly even though I’m not standing.

  “You,” I answer honestly.

  “Me?” He says, surprised.

  “Yeah,” I try to hide the sigh.

  “What about me?” he enquires, kissing the corner of my lips.

  “Nothing…” I decide in that second not to say anything, it may spoil his mood.

  “Tell me,” he urges.

  “I was just thinking...you’re different today,” I say looking tentatively up at him, my mouth running away with me again.

  His eyes darken. “Different how?”

  “In a good way,” I explain.

  “You’re not going to tell me.” He guesses.

  I shake my head at him.

  “I wish you would, I want you to be open Coral and really tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. The more I know, the better my chances of understanding you.”

  Ok, that sounded like George!

  “Oh!” I whisper.

  “Yeah oh, so are you going to spill?” He asks his eyes lightning as his mood elevates.

  I think about it for a few seconds.“It’s just, you seemed kind of…distant last night,” I say looking to the floor, shrugging slightly.

  Tristan sighs and gently lifts my head, running a soft finger down my cheek,I see his jaw clench then release.“I was mad, really, really fucking mad. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that mad, like I could annihilate an entire village. When you told me...I just saw red. Of all the people for that to happen to, you’re so sweet and beautiful, so kind, so strong and courageous.” Tristan shakes his head in disgust.“I’ll never understand it men who rape, abuse, do all that kind of shit!” He snarls, his nostrils flaring, his cheeks flaming.

  “I thought I would wake up to...” I trail off. “I’m glad you’re back to being you,” I tell him, taking his face in my hands and kissing his full lips.

  “You know I’ll probably be...well, I’ll try not to be...” He says, shaking his head again.

  “What?” I whisper.

  “Over protective.” He replies grudgingly.

  A part of me feels really good about that, as long as Tristan doesn’t take it too far and become a complete ogre. No way, I won’t let that happen, I’ll tell him before it gets that far.

  “What are you thinking?” He asks examining my face.

  “That I love that you want to protect me so much,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

  Tristan seems relieved.“You’ll tell me won’t you, if I start to smother you, you know…get a little’ – “Yes,” I say, finishing his sentence for him. “I know what you’re trying to say, and no, I won’t put up with it if you go too far, which I’m sure you won’t,” I say lifting my head and gazing up into his warm, chocolate eyes.

  “Somehow I get the feeling you will definitely put me in my place if I go too far,” he says. “You have far too much spark and fire in you to be that kind of woman,” he adds.

  “Damn right,” I say, punching him playfully. “I’ll kick your ass,” I add, chuckling hard.

  “Oh really?” He says, his eyes glinting wickedly.I don’t have time to react. Tristan launches me over his shoulder and playfully slaps my backside. I yelp in surpriseand slap his ass back. He throws me onto the beanbag, landing on top of me as he does, then he decides to tickle me – Launching one of my worst triggers!

  “Stop!” I scream in panic, my heart beating a frantic tattoo against my chest. Holy fuck!

  Tristan leans back, his hands held up showing me he won’t touch me.“What did I do wrong?” He questions.

  I stagger to my feet, my breathing erratic and wipe at the sheen of cold sweat that has formed on my brow.“I’m sorry,” I pant, bending down to put my hands on my knees, trying to ease the spinning head.

  “Me too,” he says.I look down at Tristan, he’s frozen in place, carefully watching me –Shit!

  “Tristan you can get up...I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” I say clutching my throat, swallowing hard against the bile that’s risen.

  Tristan slowly stands and walks with gentle, soft steps until he reaches me. “You don’t like tickling?” he surmises.I shake my head, unable to answer him, and stare down at the floor, praying he doesn’t ask me about why I just freaked out – Fuck!

  “Why?” He softly asks. The front door is knocked, guess the delivery is here, and I’m thankful, it’s saved me from his question.

  “I need some fresh air,” I say.

  Tristan looks torn, like doesn’t want to leave me, then he nods at me and reluctantly, he turns and stalks towards the front door.I step outside where I know I won’t be seen by the delivery guys and lean my head against the wall.I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I feel the panic subside, only to be overtaken by anger – Fuckers!

  If they hadn’t have done what they did to me when I was a child, that moment wouldn’t have been ruined. It would have been a normal playful thing that couples do, not’ – “Coral?” I flick my eyes open.Tristan is in front of me with his hand held out, giving me a choice to take it or not, as I look up into his eyes, I can see the confusion, the frustration;there’s nothing he can do;I take hold of his hand and still myself. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to bask in the glorious feelin
g of his hand grasping mine.

  “Open your eyes beautiful,” he tells me.

  I gaze up at his warm eyes.

  “Ok?” He asks, watching carefully for my response.

  “Yeah,” I sigh, wondering what Tristan’s really thinking – She’s a nutball and I’m running for the trees, surely?

  “What are you thinking?” He asks, echoing my thoughts.

  I laugh sarcastically at that one, then frown. “That I’m just waiting for the moment when you say you’ve had enough, and you leave,” I whisper softly, my stomach rolling at the very thought of it.

  “You’ll be waiting a long time,” he tells me, caressing my cheek. “Are you ok?” he adds.

  I nod silently at him, although I’m not sure I am.

  “Want to talk about it?” he asks.

  I shake my head again.

  Tristan looks irritated for a moment, then adjusts himself so that his facial features form a panting combusting smile.“As you wish,” he says.

  I gaze up at him in awe. There is no way I would let that go, I’d be too intrigued as to why the person reacted that way. But I can’t help grinning back at him, it’s almost as though it happens all by itself, like my face has nothing to do with it.

  “May I?” He asks, leaning into me.

  I nod once.

  His soft lips brush gently against mine.I feel the anger dissipate, the fog lifting just as my heart picks up and my breath catches in my throat...Will I ever get used to this feeling?

  “Let’s go back inside,” he whispers. I gaze up at him gazing down at me. What is this magic that he yields over me?

  “What?” He whispers.

  “Nothing,” I laugh inwardly at myself, take his outstretched hand, and walk in a dreamlike state back into the house…

  CHAPTER FIVE

  THE FIRST DELIVERY TO ARRIVE is the gym equipment. Tristan has, in my humble opinion, gone overboard. Though he assures me he has the same amount of equipment in his other homes. So including a swimming pool, we now have a treadmill, a stepper, a cross trainer, a rowing machine, an exercise bike, a full weights machine free weights with several benches and a fitness ball.