“Shit!” Trevor falls off the bed, trying to scramble away from the woman he had been pounding from behind. “Fuck, Lillia!” He grabs the sheet and wraps it around his waist. “It’s not what it looks like.” He looks behind and back to me, holding up his hands. Folding my arms over my chest, I pop my hip. “Baby, you know I only have eyes for you. Go take a seat. We can talk about this.” He walks towards me.
“Huh? I can’t hear you over the little voices in my head screaming, ‘He’s full of shit. Punch him in his non-existent dick!’” I look him up and down, twisting my mouth in disgust. Looking over his shoulder, I turn my disgust on the woman behind him. “As for you, you’re a fucking grandmother. My son’s grandmother! You’re a disgrace! How Aiden and Tristan ever loved you, I don’t know. After the way you treated Tristan in the past, he’s well rid of you!” I turn on my heel and leave her looking like she’s trying to catch flies.
“Lillia!” Trevor yells. “Damn it!” He grabs my bicep. I look down at his hand on me and back up at him. He removes his hand, holding it up. “Please, Lillia. I’m sorry. It just sort of happened.”
“Whatever, Trevor. You’ve just made this a hell of a lot easier for me.” I throw his key at him. “It’s over. I never want to see you again. I’ll make sure you have a new editor assigned first thing Monday morning. Have fun with Grandma.” I storm out, leaving him dumbstruck.
Getting in my car, I grip the steering wheel and lean my head against my hands. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I actually feel relieved to be out of that relationship. A huge smile breaks out on my face as I start the engine. A weight has finally lifted off my shoulders.
Walking into Aiden and Tristan's apartment after catching Trevor with their mom is a welcoming sight.
I lean against the door frame when I see the most beautiful sight in the world. Tristan asleep with Jax lying on top of him. Looking around the room, I see that the place is a mess; toys everywhere.
Just as I place the last toy in the toy box, I hear movement behind me.
“Hey.” Oh, Jesus. Why does he have to sound so sexy just waking up? Wetness pools between my legs and my stomach flips when I turn to look at him. His eyes droop, still heavy with sleep. So many times I’ve woken up next to him and hightailed it out of there to get away from him. Not anymore. I walk with purpose towards him as he puts our son on the sofa. When he turns, I grab his face and lay a desperate kiss on his lips.
“Lilly?” he says between kisses, trying to pull away. “Lilly, stop.” I finally pull away, embarrassed, ready for his rejection. “As amazing as that was, what brought that on?”
“I love you. It’s you. It’s always you. It will always be you,” I blurt out.
“What about Trevor?”
“Gone.”
“Hang on, I need a minute.” He walks to the kitchen. I follow him and see him doing a breathing technique, leaning against the worktop.
“Tristan?” I say quietly. He straightens up and looks at me.
“Let’s talk. You tell me what’s going on, because right now, I’m confused as hell.” He shakes his head and sits at the dinner table.
“I want to start again,” I finally say after a few awkward moments of silence. “If you want to?” I bite my lip.
“Lilly.” He sighs and I wait for him to say no and that he’s moved on. I fix my gaze onto the table. His hand reaches under my chin and brings it up so my eyes meet his. He smiles at me. “I would love nothing more than to start again. But you have to tell me what happened to Trevor.”
I tell him everything, even walking in to see Trevor banging his mom.
“She’s an even bigger whore than before,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Lillia Kennedy.” I hold out my hand to him. He raises an eyebrow at me, looking down at my hand and back up to my eyes, amusement dancing behind them. “We’re starting again.”
“Tristan Hunt.” He offers me his panty-dropping smile, taking my hand in his and shaking it. “Wow, even your name is sexy.” I wink at him.
“Not as beautiful as your eyes.” He leans in and places a small peck on my lips.
My heart blooms and flutters when he smiles at me, looking more like the man I fell in love with.
My Tristan.
“My stomach is in knots, Avery.” I sigh, voicing my inner feelings to my best friend over the phone. “I’m so damn nervous.”
“Really, Lillia? How many times have you guys had sex over the years?” She laughs a little.
“Lots, but it’s different now. It feels different.”
“You love him, right?”
“Of course I do. More than anything.” I look to the picture of us that hangs on the wall in our room. Jax is napping right now so I’m making the most of the quiet and sorting out my plans for Tristan tonight.
“Well, then just take a deep breath and do some yoga or something to calm your nerves and clear your mind.”
“Yoga?” I squeak. “I’d rather drink my body weight in vodka to calm my nerves.”
“No alcohol, Lillia.” She scolds me. “You need a clear mind for this. You want to remember it, don’t you?”
I sigh. “Fine, but I’m having a glass of wine at least.”
“One glass.”
“Okay, Mom.” I roll my eyes at her. Ever since she had the twins, Layken and Lucia, she’s gone all mother hen on me.
“Look, you’ve been miserable for so long without him, only seeing him to drop off Jax or to pick him up. I’ve watched you stare off into the distance and look so sad. I just want you to be happy.” Her voice quivers. “It’s time to pull on your big girl panties, or your thin lacy ones tonight. Take him by the balls; show him how much you’ve missed him. Make yourself happy for once. You deserve it and so does Tristan.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. She’s right; we deserve to be happy. I hear a squeal in the background, followed by crying. “Lillia, I need to go. Layken has just pulled Lucia’s pigtails.” I have no idea how she manages two toddlers at the same time. I struggle with just Jax, never mind having two of him. Just thinking about that scares me.
“Okay.” I giggle. “Talk later. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Just as I place the surprise back in the drawer of my bedside table, I hear Jax starting to babble through the baby monitor.
“Hey, baby.” His little face lights up when he sees me. “Let’s get you fed, huh?” I drop the safety barrier on the side of his bed. He may be one year old, but I still don’t feel safe not having that in place. Tristan laughs at how safety cautious I am with him, but it’s all within reason. Jax is clumsy, much like his Uncle Lennon was when he was younger. I don’t want his childhood spent in the emergency room.
I’m busy preparing Jax’s dinner when the doorbell rings. “Dada.” Jax’s eyes sparkle at the thought of his dad coming home.
“No, baby. Daddy won’t be home for a while.” I run after him when he runs towards the door as fast as his little legs can carry him. Opening the door, I’m faced with a smiling delivery man holding a small package and clipboard.
“Miss Lillia Kennedy?” Looking up from the box to the delivery guy, my brows pinch together. He hands me the clipboard to sign for this mysterious package. I sign my name in nothing more than a scribble. “Happy holidays.” He gives me a bright smile and walks away.
Jax is busy playing with his cars when I sit to open up the gift that’s just been delivered to me. Opening it carefully, I see a beautifully wrapped black and red rectangular box. Tearing open the wrapping, I open the box to reveal a bracelet. Running my fingers over the diamond unicorn that matches my necklace he bought me for my twenty-first birthday, mist descends over my vision. There’s a note attached to the top of the box. Lifting it, a sob escapes me.
Lillia, you’re my life, my light. My love.
I love you,
Tristan xxx
Jax walks over to me and points to my bracelet. “Corn.” He points to the unicorn, making me giggle.
“Your daddy is a big softy.” I hug him close and kiss his head. “Come on. Let's get you fed and ready for Grandpa.”
“Thank you for doing this, Emmett.” I help him with Jax’s bag and strap Jax into his car seat. His face beams with happiness with spending time with Grandpa.
“If it means you and that son of mine get to spend some quality time together then I will take him any day of the week.” He smirks at me. The way he looks at me is like looking at Tristan in twenty years. If he looks this good in his late fifties then I’m going to be an extremely lucky girl. You’re crushing on your son’s grandpa!
“I know, I just don’t like to ask. You have your own life to lead.”
“I’ll always make time for my grandson.” The smile widens across his face. “Besides, Sally loves spending time with him too.” He beams at the mention of her name.
“Well, thank you anyway. Just let us know what time to come by and pick Jax up.”
“Come by for dinner. I’ll cook.”
A slow smile plays on my lips. “Will you cook lasagna?” I look at him innocently, making him chuckle.
“For you, I will. Aiden’s coming home tomorrow for a few days. Tell your brother and Avery to come by too. It’ll be nice for all of us to be in one place for a change.”
“Sounds like fun.” I grin. I reach up, kiss his cheek, and say goodbye to Jax, who’s patiently waiting to go have some playtime with Grandpa. After waving them off, I head inside to get ready for my man coming home.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I run my clammy hands down my stomach, trying to calm my nerves. Stop being nervous. You got this. “You can do this. You’ve done it a million times.”
Walking down to the family room, I light the fire and some candles. While the fire crackles away, I go to the kitchen to check on Tristan’s favorite meal; barbecue chicken wings and rice that’s cooking slowly. The smell makes my stomach rumble. I check the time and see he’ll be home soon. I grab the wine glasses and the bottle of Araujo Sauvignon Blanc 2010 I got for my twenty-first birthday from Mom and Dad. My heart twists thinking about them. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I miss you guys,” I whisper.
After pouring the wine, I place some strawberries on the side of the glasses too. I lay on the sofa, trying to get comfortable, but I can’t. I start to fidget as I wait what feels like a lifetime for Tristan to walk in. It’s not even been five minutes. Get a hold of yourself, Lillia! I grab my glass and drain it, then refill it again. I don’t have to wait much longer when I hear keys jingling and the door clicking shut.
“Babe.” His voice sends shivers down my spine, right down between my legs. His voice sounds tired; he’s been working tirelessly on a huge project for a big client that could get his name out there like it should already be. I know I’m biased, but he’s the best architect in the States; some of his designs are amazing. I hear his footfalls coming closer. “Babe?”
His tall, broad silhouette fills the door frame. He stops dead, looking at me from my feet all the way to my eyes as he takes in the scene before him. His mouth pops open, his tongue poking out to lick those lips that I crave to kiss every inch of my body. My heart pounds within my chest, my breathing harsh as he walks slowly towards me.
Shit, he’s so fucking hot. And he’s all mine.
When I walked into the house, I expected Jax to come sprinting towards me, and when that didn’t happen, my mind started to think all kinds of things. The main one being that Lillia left me again. Not going to happen. Not again.
Taking a cleansing breath, I walked further into the house, the aroma hitting me. A slow smile tugs at my lips as I walk towards the kitchen, only for something to catch the corner of my eye in the family room. My mouth dries as I take in the vision before me. Lillia is dressed in a red lace baby doll. I know I’m a man, but I’ve been in enough lingerie shops to know what she’s wearing. My eyes travel the length of her body, from the tips of her toes, her long stocking covered legs - sweet Jesus, she’s wearing a suspender belt. My pants grow tighter with every inch of her that I take in. I swear my dick will burst through the fabric and detach itself from my body just to get in between her legs. My eyes stop at her full tits. Ever since having Jax, her boobs have gotten bigger, much to Lillia’s disappointment, and she was hoping she would go down a size. She’s perfect with any sized tits, but at this size, they fit perfectly in my hands. My eyes finally land on hers. I walk leisurely towards her, unbuttoning my cuffs and throwing my cuff links with a clatter on the floor. Lillia sits up straighter, bringing her legs down so she’s in a sitting position. Her eyes darken the closer I get to her. I unbutton the first few buttons on my shirt and kneel in front of her. She spreads her legs, making room for me to slide in. Placing my hands on the sides of her thighs, I keep my eyes connected with hers, my lips closing on hers. I can feel her hot breath. My hands move further up her legs to the sides of her panties, pulling the red velvet bows free that are holding the flimsy pieces of lace together to cover her most treasured possession. I hear her gasp when I yank the material from under her and throw them somewhere behind me, hoping they don’t land in the fire.
I pull her legs forward, the heat from her pussy seeping through the material of my pants. My dick jerks in response, like it knows its mate is ready and waiting. Her hands move to the remaining buttons of my shirt, delicately unbuttoning them, pulling the shirt free from my pants. Her hands brush my stomach, making me tense with pleasure. She’s barely touched me and I almost came in my boxers like an adolescent kid about to get his first hand job. Pushing the shirt off my shoulders, she moves to the front of my pants. We never lose the intense eye contact, my heart thundering in my chest in anticipation. God knows how long it’s been since I’ve been inside a woman. My woman. My Lillia. I could have gone out and fucked a whole load of women in that time, but I decided I wanted to get better and be a father to Jax, and hopefully, a future husband that Lillia deserves.
“Tristan.” Her hands are either side of my face. She’s looking at me with a worried expression marring her beautiful face.
“I love you,” I breathe, and crash my lips to hers. The kiss is anything but soft and sensual; it’s more animalistic. I want to devour her, make her see how much I’ve missed her touch, her kiss, her everything. I’ve just fucking missed her.
She lets out a little moan and lifts her hips, rubbing her pussy on my pants, trying to get some much needed friction. My hands leave her hair to push down my pants and boxers, my cock springing free. I break the kiss, but only so I can pull the other red velvet bow at the front of the baby doll. It’s like I have my Christmas present early. Her nipples pebble when the cool air hits them. Bringing one into my mouth, I roll it around between my teeth and pinch the other with my fingers. I start peppering kisses over the mound of her breast, down the clavicle to her belly button. I lick, suck, and kiss from one hip to the other, teasing her. I kiss her inner thighs, bringing my kisses to her outer lips. She lets out a pleasurable moan, I risk a look at her; she’s fondling her breasts with her eyes closed and biting her red-stained lip. She notices that I’ve stopped and lets out an annoyed groan, lifting her ass, her pussy inches from my face. I can’t take it anymore. My mouth descends onto her clit, my tongue dragging up the seam, teasing her open. My teeth scrape against her clit, making her mewl out loud, urging me on. My tongue penetrates her opening once, twice, three times. Moving my attention back to her clit, I insert my middle finger and start to finger fuck her. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers. Removing them before she can complain again, I push my dick into her, surprising her judging by the gasp that escapes her. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” I groan. I had forgotten how tight she is. It doesn’t take her long to get accustomed to my size. We start moving in sync like we’ve never been apart. Just like old times, only this time, no regrets, no jealousy. Just love and trust.
“Oh God! Tristan!” She screams as she comes. Two more thrusts and I come inside her.
“I fuc
king missed you.” I collapse on top of her and kiss her shoulder lightly.
“I missed you too.”
We catch our breath and sit in front of the fire, sipping the wine she poured. Her head on my lap, she sits up quickly, almost head-butting me.
“Lilly?”
“The dinner.” She runs, butt naked, to the kitchen. I follow her through into a cloud of smoke. “Shit!”
“Hey. Baby, it’s okay. We’ll just order pizza or Chinese.” I walk up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders, and kiss the back of her head.
“I wanted to cook your favorite meal.” She turns and looks up at me with sadness.
“I have everything I could ever want here. It’s just chicken.” I place a peck on her lips. Desire floods into her eyes, and as quick as I’ve blinked, she’s on me again. Legs wrapped around my waist, kissing me like her life depends on it. Time for round two, I guess.
After round two, we decided it would be wise to eat something.
“Where’s Jax?”
Lillia giggles.
I look at her, curious as to what I said that was so funny.
“You’ve been home for almost three hours and you’re just now asking where Jax is.” Amusement glitters in her eyes.
“Well, I was kind of distracted.” I smirk and kiss her shoulder.
“He’s with your dad and Sally.” It occurs to me that she had to have had this all planned for a few weeks. There’s no way Dad could take a day off on a whim. “We’re going there for dinner tomorrow. Your dad’s cooking lasagna.” She smiles like a little kid getting a toy they’ve been begging for for weeks.
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