Oceans Apart 2

by Amanda Heartley

  Book 2

  By

  Amanda Heartley

  Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Sexcessica

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 — Tristan

  Chapter 2 — Ginny

  Chapter 3 — Tristan

  Chapter 4 — Ginny

  Chapter 5 — Tristan

  Chapter 6 — Ginny

  Chapter 7 — Tristan

  Chapter 8 — Ginny

  Chapter 9 — Tristan

  Chapter 10 — Ginny

  Chapter 11 — Tristan

  Chapter 12 — Ginny

  Chapter 13 — Tristan

  Acknowledgements

  Other Books by Amanda

  About The Author

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Sexcessica

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  Book Description

  Virtual sex gets a dose of reality when Tristan Armstrong is back in town and she's the only thing on his mind.

  He returns to L.A., mixing high-powered business with a lot of pleasure, courtesy of the deliciously curvy, Ginny Peterson.

  What she overhears during what was supposed to be a quiet, passionate morning with her British lover breaks her heart. Has Tristan been double dipping? Is Ginny really just a West Coast fling? Doubt creeps in for Ginny, as the patriarch of the Armstrong Empire will do anything and everything he can to keep them apart. As if the Atlantic Ocean isn’t big enough.

  Tristan’s frustration grows as he tries to protect her from the one person he’s supposed to love and trust, his father, Martin Armstrong. Mom's fighting her own demons as well and when she divulges the truth, it could change Tristan's life forever.

  Is their romance doomed before it starts?

  Book 2

  Chapter 1 — Tristan

  “Oh my God, Tristan, you are so mmm…,” she moaned as I held her hips.

  “You like that, baby girl?” I thrust my cock inside her again; she felt so wet, so soft. Like velvet. I slid my hands over her thighs, squeezing softly. Mmm…baby had some thick meaty thighs and I couldn’t get enough of them. Sweat beaded on her beautiful face, as she ground Miss Velvet Pussy on my throbbing cock. Yes, throbbing. Ah, fuck, she opened her red-lipped mouth in a sexy, sensual O. I want my cock in there.

  “Tris— Tris— Tristan… mmm, baby fuck me. Yeah, like that, rock that fucking cock inside me.” She sounded oh so sexy.

  I slid my hands up to her big soft titties and squeezed, they were jello— jello with pert pink nipples. “Gin, you are a motherfucking angel.”

  “And you Tristan are a god; now fuck me good, I wanna cum all over your cock.”

  She’s such an angel, a full-blown fucking angel. “Aaah— yeah, right there, yeah Honey, just like that—”

  There was a loud knock on the door, “Mr. Armstrong, Sir?”

  “Bloody hell.” I opened my eyes and realized I’d been dreaming about Ginny again.

  Knock, knock. “Sir?”

  “What is it, Tracy?”

  “We’ll be starting our descent in 40 minutes, Sir. Can I get you anything before we prepare for landing? Tea, toast?”

  “No, I’m alright, but thank you.” I responded, smiling to myself. The best part of flying on the company jet was the fact that I had my own private cabin. Locking door, bathroom, shower, even a proper sized bed to sleep in during these long these trans-Atlantic flights. “Tracy? Are you still out there?”

  “Yes, sir? Did you need something?”

  “Yeah, I’ve told you before. Stop calling me sir. My name’s Tristan.”

  “Yes, sir, I mean Mr. Armstrong—”

  “…and that goes for the Mr. Armstrong shit as well. I’m not my father.” I chuckled to myself. It was fun pulling her chain. Tracy’s a young flight attendant that flew with Armstrong Construction everywhere we went. She’d have been mortified if she walked in and saw my cock right now. Hard as a fucking rock. That’s what dreaming of Ginny did to me.

  “Yes, Sir. You only have about 15 minutes before the captain calls you to your seat for landing. Please hurry, Sir.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” Bloody hell, I couldn’t go out there with my dick like this and I didn’t have time to take care of it.

  In the few minutes it would take to calm my hormones, I decided to catch up on a few emails before we landed in LA. When I saw an email from my dad, I groaned. Martin Armstrong loved to send emails. He liked what he called ‘a paper trail’, so he had someone else to blame if things went wrong, and that someone had occasionally been me. The sad thing was, he was in the next cabin over and instead of coming over here and talking to me like a proper father would, he’d sent me an email.

  I clicked on the message and mentally steeled myself for more of my father’s harassment, but to my surprise, it was just the schedule of meetings we had in LA. I’d print it out when we got to the hotel and hang it in my bathroom. I wouldn’t want to be late for any of his ‘high powered’ meetings.

  My dad could be a bit of an arsehole. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it. No questions asked. Unfortunately for him, I was an adult and didn’t like to play his games anymore. He was my father, I respected him, and I did work for the family business, but anything over and above that was my life. Like Ginny.

  I thought he’d definitely want to know everything about her. How we met, why I thought she was the woman for me—but no, his only concern was that I didn’t fuck up the contract in LA.

  “We are starting our descent into Los Angeles; please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. The temperature is a cool seventy five degrees Fahrenheit and we will be landing at five forty seven p.m. local time.”

  I heard the captain click off the microphone and as I opened the cabin door, my father was walking up to his seat at the front of the plane. I knew I had to be strapped into my seat for safety reasons but I just wanted to stay in my cabin, away from the man, until we landed.

  I switched thoughts from my father to Ginny. I hadn’t told her I was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise. It was hard to believe in a little over an hour, I’d be able to touch her, maybe even make that dream I had come true.

  “You received my email, I presume?”

  “Yes, Dad, I got it. Why didn’t you just come and tell me yourself?”

  “I don’t want you late for any of these meetings. We have a mountain of work to do this week so I hope you packed enough of your best suits.”

  “Dad, relax. I won’t fuck up your schedule.” I hated these meetings. I wanted to be outside working with the construction crews, but my dad had this crazy idea that forcing me into client-facing situations would someday change my mind, and I’d join him and all his ‘yes men’ in the boardroom every day. Not a chance!

  “Mouth, Tristan. And I don’t want to see any of those— those ungodly tattoos on display. Be reserved and respectful. These men are very important and remember, Armstrong will one day be yours. I’m only doing this to secure your future.”

  “Dad, we’re multi-millionaires, I think my future is gonna be just fine,” I replied, totally pissed off by his cutting remarks. I honestly wished I were ba
ck in my cabin, cock in hand, watching Ginny get naked on Skype.

  I smiled when I thought how fresh and exhilarating she was. She got so excited at the smallest things. The blue of the ocean, my mum’s stupid dog pictures, and the way I looked after a hard day’s work. And I loved to watch her play.

  Ginny Peterson was the kind of girl that money couldn’t buy and that’s what kept me thinking about her all the time. Well, that and those curvy hips and her bright red lips.

  It felt like it took forever for the plane to land. My nerves were on edge, I didn’t want to be stuck with my father and the “Men of Armstrong” cronies so I left them to make their way to the hotel in the limo while I picked up a rental car. I typed Ginny’s address into the GPS. Luckily, she’d sent me a few real letters across the pond that had her return address on them, or my surprise would have been no surprise at all.

  In about twenty minutes, I pulled up to the front of the small house Ginny and Kari shared. My heart pounded with excitement at the thought of finally having the grey-eyed beauty in my arms and getting to feel her ample curves beneath my fingertips. If Mike could see me now, I know he’d laugh that some woman had managed to unnerve me like this, but I couldn’t care less. I was far more concerned with seeing Ginny in the flesh than anything else

  I lifted my hand to knock on the door, when I heard a male voice. I thought maybe she had the volume turned up on the TV, but what I heard next made my blood boil.

  “Get off of me! Get off!”

  “Stop struggling! I’m not going to hurt you, Ginny. Baby…how could I ever hurt my beautiful girl?”

  She sounded terrified, I turned the doorknob, ready to go in, but the fucking door was locked. I raised my fist and pounded on it. Immediately, the voices grew hushed and I struggled to make out the words.

  “Are you expecting somebody?” the guy asked, his voice as hard as stone. “Well?”

  “N-no, but…maybe it’s Kari.”

  “Kari knocks? Who is it, Gin?”

  “Fuck! I don’t know, go answer it and see!”

  I smiled at Ginny’s snarky answer. ‘Good girl,’ I thought to myself, I pounded on the door again, the same way I wanted to pound on the face of the motherfucker who was on the other side of it. I heard the lock disengage, and it took everything I had not to lay into the wanker who stood in the doorway with my fists first, and ask questions later. Instead, I forced a smile and dropped the tone of my voice.

  “I’m looking for Ginny Peterson. Does she live here?” My smile slipped slightly when I looked over his shoulder and saw Ginny’s frozen form. “Ginny?” I barged inside, pushing past the bloke and he tried to grab my arm, but I shrugged it off. I could only focus on the utterly terrified look in Ginny’s eyes as they darted between us.

  The adrenaline that flowed through my body kept me alert and my muscles in a hardened state. “Ginny are you all right?” I asked her. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me around to face him.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he asked, which pissed me off even more.

  I turned, saw the aggression in his eyes and drew myself up to my full height. His eyes flickered uneasily and I knew right then I had him worried. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare,” I answered.

  “Tristan! Oh my God, what are you—how did you—?” Ginny’s breathless voice called out to every protective nerve in my body. Without a conscious thought, I moved toward her, ignoring the sputtering tosser who I figured had to be her ex, Brad. I felt vindicated that my gut feeling about him was right, but I was still pissed off that it had come to this. What would’ve happened if I hadn’t arrived when I did?

  I wrapped my arms around Ginny, keeping an eye on Brad. “Are you all right?” I could feel her heart pounding as I loosened my grip and looked across the room at him. “So you must be the ex Ginny told me about?” I rumbled, keeping my arm wrapped around Ginny’s waist.

  “Yeah, soon to be not ex,” Brad crowed. “She’s coming back to me, haven’t you heard, limey?” I wasn’t amused. If not for the fear I’d heard in Ginny’s voice and her trembling body in my grasp, I might’ve felt torn about what I’d walked into.

  At that moment, Ginny must have gathered some nerve, as she pushed my arm away and started ranting at the guy. “What the fuck? Brad! I told you to leave me alone more than once! And then you broke into my house—,” Ginny screamed at him, her voice shrill as she walked toward him, her hands flying through the air as she spoke. She was still trembling, but more confident, probably because I was right behind her.

  “You wouldn’t talk to me, Virginia!” Brad took a step towards us, but paused as he saw my stance widen. I was close to losing control, but I knew beating the crap out of this wanker and potentially pissing Ginny off wouldn’t be the best way to start my week in LA.

  “I think you’d better leave old chap,” I hissed, taking a step closer to him and balled my fist ready to punch him in the mouth. “And however the fuck you got in here, it had better not happen again; otherwise the police will be the least of your worries. Understood?”

  “He has a key,” Ginny said. “He made one. Asshole.”

  I could see the confusion rolling behind his eyes, so I scowled up close and personal in his face, just to give him more to think about. “I said, do you understand?”

  He took a step back and I knew I’d won this battle and began planning for how I could make sure he didn’t bother her again. What I wasn’t expecting, was for the arsehole to grow some balls and come charging at me like a bloody raging bull.

  I had a split second to shift to the side as Brad’s fist flew towards my face. Thankfully, he only landed a glancing blow. The slight twinge of pain did nothing to distract me from the rage I felt at this fucking tosser for stalking and threatening Ginny. It felt totally satisfying when the punch I threw, landed smack in the middle of his angry, red face. I could practically feel the skin bending and bruising underneath my knuckles, my other fist quickly connected with his gut, and I snarled in triumph when he fell to his knees in pain.

  “Tristan! Brad! STOP!”

  The sound of Ginny’s terrified voice bled through my mind as I grabbed Brad’s shirt, and hauled him back to his feet. Blood streamed from what looked like a broken nose, but all the bravado seemed to have drained out of him. He probably thought continuing the fight wouldn’t do anything but land him in the hospital and I was more than willing to help him get there.

  “Tristan…please…”

  The sweet sound of Ginny’s plea calmed most of the anger from me and I swallowed hard, despite my frantic heartbeat. Brad’s sense of self-preservation must have kicked in because he stayed still and silent while I calmed down. I fixed him with a cool stare.

  “Listen to me carefully, you arrogant prat. You are going to turn around and walk your arse out of the door. Do not call Ginny. Do not attempt to contact her ever again. If you see her coming, you turn around and walk the other way. I don’t care where you are or what you’re doing, if I hear of you trying to talk to her at all, I won’t be responsible for where your body ends up. Do we understand one another?” I let go of Brad’s shirt, pushing him away slightly and gulping down some fresh air. Behind me, I could hear Ginny still breathing heavily and I knew she had to be scared, I just hoped the arsehole hadn’t hurt her.

  “Yeah…whatever man,” Brad said taking a step back. “You might think you have her now, but you won’t be around forever. I’ll see you again Ginny. We’re not over yet.”

  Quick as a flash, I grabbed him by the throat and threw him up hard against the wall, my face two inches from his. “You’re not very smart are you, Brad? I just fucking told you to stay away from Ginny, didn’t I? You are so done with her, now hand over the fucking key, get out and keep your filthy mouth shut or I’m going to shut it for you!”

  I relaxed my grip as he feverishly reached into his pocket and threw down the key before turning and stomping out of the door, mumbling. “Fuck you man!”

  Finally, I took a deep b
reath, relaxed my shoulders and turned to face Ginny, ignoring the throbbing in my hand. The last of my anger melted away and all I could think about was her.

  “Are you all right?”

  Chapter 2 — Ginny

  “Are you all right?”

  I just stood there; his words almost didn’t register in my brain as exhaustion crept into my bones. I could feel my body starting to shake as the adrenaline that had been pumping in spades, abruptly faded away.

  “Am I all right?” I repeated, still in shock at what just happened. I took a deep breath; I couldn’t quite grasp how he could be so calm when I was looking at blood on the floor from a fight between my ex and my not-quite boyfriend. Someone who I didn’t even know was going to be on the same continent as me.

  “Are you serious?”

  Tristan winced as my voice took on a slightly hysterical edge and if the situation had been a little less grim, I might have giggled at the look on his face.

  “Well…I mean, yes, I’m serious.” Tristan replied, his words stumbling out as if he were totally thrown off by my question. “I mean…I overheard what Brad was saying through the door and I knew you were scared –.”

  “I wasn’t scared! He doesn’t scare me.”

  I wasn’t quite sure why I felt the need to deny the obvious. It was just hard to gather my thoughts about what had just happened. Brad broke into my house, Tristan surprised me by being here, my heart was beating so hard, it wanted to jump out of my chest and my brain was on overload. I needed time to process.

  I moved silently toward the barstools and collapsed onto one of them. “God, look at this mess,” I moaned. “Kari is going to kill me.” I buried my face in my hands and struggled to breathe.

  As if pulled by a huge magnet to my side, Tristan was next to me. He hovered, as if he were unsure if I’d let him touch me. As much as I wanted him to, I knew I needed a moment to collect myself, otherwise, I’d fall apart. “Hold on a sec, I can’t do this.”