She was about to complain when he leaned down to whisper against her lips, “I don’t want to take you on a couch, not after all these years. We deserve better.”
Standing, he reached out his hand and she grabbed it. He pulled her up and into his arms, then scooped her up. Once in the main bedroom, he laid her in the middle of the bed and shrugged out of the robe while she pulled the cami over her head and dropped it on the floor. Kneeling on the mattress beside her, he hovered over Izzie and she admired his body. Still as athletic and powerful as she remembered.
She sat upright and caressed his erection. “My turn. Lie down.”
She settled between his thighs when he did and licked his large head before sliding it over her tongue. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked and licked Tristan, bobbing her head up and down like he taught her to do. She gave head to other men, but none compared to Tristan. She truly enjoyed his scent and the texture as his cock poked the back of her throat. His loud moans and the tightening in his balls told her she’d better stop.
As if reading her mind, Tristan ran his fingers through her hair and pleaded, “That’s enough, sweetheart. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not now.”
She didn’t want that either, so she let go of his erection and moved to straddle him. He knelt on the bed in front of her and cupped her cheeks. Capturing her mouth, he moved his lips slowly over hers and traced them with his tongue, but didn’t try to deepen the kiss. Pulling away, he smiled into her eyes. “I know being on top is your favorite position, but I’d rather try something different. Are you game?”
Intrigued, she conceded, “As long as it doesn’t involve pain.”
“No! None of that. Are you into it now?”
“Nope.”
“Good. I feel like neither of us should be on top for this first time. It’s a power thing, a sex position. So, I want us to be equals. If we’re to work on trust issues and stuff, we’d better begin in the bedroom, don’t you think?”
She couldn’t agree more. She smooched his cheek and giggled. “You’re amazing, Tristan Knight. How did I get so lucky?”
“Did you just giggle?” His expression was priceless.
“What can I say? You make me feel young again.”
He shook his head and the corner of his lips hitched up in his famous lopsided smile. She missed that too. “I want to make you feel so much more than that. Come here.”
He gathered her in his arms, sitting on his heels and guiding her to sit on his thighs. She swung a leg over his, bracing herself on her knees, as she positioned each one on either side of Tristan’s legs.
She forgot all about logistics when he kissed her again, this time with passion and hunger. His expert lips devoured hers and his tongue invaded her mouth, stroking its velvety length against hers. She crossed her arms around his neck and gasped when he seized her tiny waist and pulled her down his erection. He filled her up and her tight walls gripped his cock when they moved against each other, up and down, in and out.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against her when her flesh began trembling around his cock. She bent her head up, straining her neck and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of Tristan’s dick twitching inside her again. She didn’t try to hide a satisfied smile. He pinched her clit and her eyes flew open. “Stay with me,” he asked.
She couldn’t deny him that, so she gazed into his blue eyes, turned almost black by passion, and groaned when the first orgasm hit her like an eighteen-wheeler. She gasped and gritted her teeth, but didn’t let go of his stare. Spearing her fingers through his hair, she moved faster up and down his lap when his cock stabbed her womb. Tristan grunted and scratched her back, when he reached his climax. Unloading his cock deep inside her, he fused their lips in a passionate kiss as she crossed her ankles on the mattress behind him and reached her second wave of bliss.
Throughout the night, they rediscovered each other’s bodies and what made them tick and curl their toes. Although Izzie was aware they had a long way to go before Tristan would trust her again, she was optimistic he would eventually forget past mistakes.
The following morning, as they sat down in the hotel main restaurant for breakfast, their future looked promising. “I’m glad you stayed last night.”
“I’m glad you twisted my arm to stay.”
She punched Tristan’s upper arm and he flinched as if she had hurt him. “Don’t be a wuss. I cannot possibly hurt you with a fake slap like that.”
“You hurt my feelings,” he replied in mock indignation. He laughed out loud and she joined him.
Covering his hand with hers, she sobered up. “Seriously, Big T. Thanks for letting me in, for giving us another chance. We’ll make it work this time. I promise.”
He squeezed her hand and smiled. “Dig into your omelet, young lady. You’ll need energy to keep up with me today.”
She let the naughty come out to play. “Oh, really? I remember I wasn’t the one begging for mercy last night.”
“You think I’m made of rubber or something?” He countered and the double meaning wasn’t lost on her. “I just needed a second to recoup, that was all.”
“Yeah, let’s go with that.”
Izzie didn’t have time to continue tormenting him because a fan came up to their table. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but would you mind if we took a picture?”
“Not at all.”
Tristan stretched out his hand for the young guy’s phone. “I’ll take it for you.”
“Oh, I kinda thought you’d be in it as well Mr. Knight, if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure.” Tristan shrugged and signaled for a waiter to approach. “Would you mind taking a picture?”
“Absolutely, sir.” The man accepted the phone, snapped the picture and returned it to the fan.
“Thanks! My friends will go berserk when they see this,” the guy muttered to himself as he turned towards the restaurant exit.
Still smiling, Izzie turned to Tristan and kissed his lips. “The next couple of weeks will be crazy busy with the final tests and preparing to leave.”
“I’ve set up a meeting with Noah and Nelson to discuss specifics since I’ll be gone for at least three months, but my biggest concern is my mom.”
“She’s happy we’re doing this. She told us so when we visited her.” Izzie tried to make light of it, so he wouldn’t feel bad, but she knew why he worried.
“That’s not it. It’s her health.”
“She’s going to be fine. You’ll be back soon.”
“What if I don’t want to come back?”
Izzie’s heart thudded against her chest. “I don’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. First, let’s give our son a future.”
“I like the sound of that.”
If you intend to continue reading this series, you’ll find an additional scene from the next book after this page. However, if you don’t like cliffhangers or don’t plan to read the next installment, I suggest you stop reading here and skip to my author page.
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SNEAK PEEK
As he dragged his feet along the terminal’s endless corridor, Tristan looked sideways to find Izzie’s expression as drained as his probably was. “I didn’t remember the flight being so long.”
“Because you haven’t taken it in so many years. Not even the first-class service made it less exhausting this time.”
“The old seats didn’t help either. I mean, where are those pods that morph into beds I saw on their website?”
“Apparently not in this route, they aren’t,” she snapped in her best midwestern rendition.
Despite the fatigue, he laughed and was reminded, not for the first time, of her delightful sense of humor. Gone were the worries and self-doubts of a couple of months ago. Over health tests and doctors’ appointments, they bonded again. He found happiness in her presence and was eager to meet their son for th
e first time, even though the excitement was almost shadowed by the anxiety of the first encounter.
“You think he’s going to like me? What if he hates my guts? I mean, he must think I abandoned you and him.”
Izzie rolled her eyes at him. “Again with this shit? I’ve told you a million times and I’ll repeat it another million times until you get it through your thick skull. Arthur is an awesome boy. He’s incapable of hating anybody and he’s not going to start with you. You’re saving his life, for fuck’s sake.”
They reached Customs and Border Control and stopped moving to look for their passports. Neither of them noticed the couple in dark suits standing a few feet away until the woman spoke. “Ms. Anderson? Mr. Knight? I’m Special Agent Cooper, this is Special Agent Morales. We’re with the FBI and we need you to come with us.”
Snapping his head up, Tristan frowned at them. “What do you mean? What happened?”
Although the United States counted with a myriad of distinct police enforcement agencies, the FBI didn’t patrol borders. That much he knew.
“We need to debrief you about the situation, so we’ll take you to a meeting room Border Police made available. Also, you’ll want to avoid the barricade of press members and fans that’s waiting for your arrival, so we’ve arranged for a car to pick us up at the back once we’re done here.”
Tristan’s head was reeling, none of it made any sense, but before he could express his feelings, Izzie spat out, “What the hell are you driving at? What situation?” Panic made her naturally soothing voice turn squeaky.
“My apologies, ma’am. I thought you knew about it.” The tall red-headed federal agent exchanged a look with her sturdy partner. “Mark King kidnapped your son last night.”
If Special Agent Cooper had kicked him in the nuts, it wouldn’t have been as painful. He looked into Izzie’s eyes and blurted out, “This time I will kill the motherfucker.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
International best-selling author Liz Gavin, has accomplished much in her short career. Her books have made to #1 and Top Five best-selling ranks in her home country Brazil and others as diverse as Japan, the UK and the US; both in English and Portuguese, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft.
This thirst for knowledge propelled Liz to leave the comforts of family and friends in Brazil and move to California to pursue a Master’s degree in late 2015. She lives in sunny SoCal, where she’s researching the writing process, for her thesis, in hopes to figure out why she creates in English instead of her native Portuguese.
Liz Gavin writes in contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres. In her sexy stories, one finds smart, independent women, who don’t need rescuing by knights in shining armor, but indulge in steamy action with swoony Alpha males with big hearts. She also writes about women discovering their sexuality and finding happiness in unconventional setups.
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ALSO BY LIZ GAVIN
Knight’s Edge Series
Tristan – Book # 1 – full length novel
Noah – Book # 2
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Luck Series
Luck of the Irish – Book #1
Beginner’s Luck – Book # 2
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Highland Celts Series
Celtic Fire – Book #1
Irish Fire – Book # 2
Wicca Fire – Book #3
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Powerless Series
Boss - Prequel
Upside Down – Book #1
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Club Desire Stories
Between the Ghost and the Dom
Her Favorite Ghost
Take me to the Domme
In the Lounge
Halloween at Club Desire
At the Club
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Steamy Short-stories
Flying High
Her Discipline
Indecent Proposal
Find these and other titles at lizgavin.com
DESIRE A BRIDESMAID
FOURTH IN THE ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID SERIES
COURTNEY HUNT
Five years ago, aimless drifter Carter Prescott and recent divorcee Anna Westbrook shared one wild, wicked night on Eden Isle. Now, after a hurricane flattened the island, Carter transformed his ruined resort into the most beautiful in the Caribbean. When professional bridesmaid Anna arrives in Eden Isle, Carter needs her help to publicize his new destination wedding package. Will Anna and Carter discover that one perfect night in paradise will never be enough?
CHAPTER 1
“I’m done being a bridesmaid.” Anna Worthington Westbrook announced as she claimed the visitor’s chair in her boss, Erin Delaney’s office. Outside, a gray, dreary mid-winter sky hung over Savannah as the afternoon sun dropped toward the west. Long shadows slanted over the winter-nude trees, their branches clacking together outside the window. Anna shivered as she sipped her cup of hibiscus tea, longing for white sand, beach breezes, and bright sunshine. “Everything seems so hopeless in mid-winter, doesn’t it?”
“Bad day?” Erin offered her a crimson foil wrapped chocolate heart from the crumpled bag of bargain Valentine’s candy on her desk. Anna scowled at the reminder that she’d been single and alone—again—for the romantic holiday just a week before.
“I’m hanging up the dresses and the matching shoes.” Anna declined the offer of candy with a wave, though the delectable aroma wafted over to tempt her as Erin unwrapped a treat for herself. “It’s past time anyway. I’m getting a bit old to be a bridesmaid.”
“You’re 34.” Erin popped the candy into her mouth before rubbing at the center of her forehead as though she had a tension headache.
“33. My birthday isn’t until summer.” Anna corrected. “All my friends are knee-deep in onesies and pacifiers. It’s past time to hang up the bridesmaid’s gig. Not that I don’t appreciate you giving me the job.”
Erin waved her thanks away. “So, you’re finally going to take the leap, huh?”
“I’ve got enough money saved up. I think. I hope.” Anna’s heart thrummed in her chest as her stomach churned. Her cherished dreams were finally in reach. “I can finally get started. I think. I hope.”
“That’s great.”
“Without you, it would have taken years to save the money for my own firm. You did me a huge favor when you gave me this job.”
“Since you owe me a favor and everything, can’t you just do one more wedding?”
To give herself time to think, Anna picked at the pink foil on a heart shaped chocolate before answering. She tore off first one corner and then another, keeping her gaze focused on the task. She rarely gave into temptation but, once the foil slid off, she popped the sugary chocolate into her mouth. Sinful. Didn’t everyone deserve a treat now and then?
“I promise this one will be fun.”
“Where have I heard that before?” Anna let the rich chocolate dissolve on her tongue, luxuriating in the sweetness.
“It’s a destination wedding. In the Caribbean. Think of all that gorgeous white sand and waves lapping the beach.”
“None of which I’ll get to see because I’ll be working the wedding.”
“Come on, it’ll practically be a vacation.”
“I’m done being a bridesmaid.” Anna repeated but with less determination in her voice. She really did owe Erin for hiring her. Plus, she was her friend. But starting a new business was an amazing amount of work. Anna really didn’t have time to go to the Caribbean.
“If you don’t do this wedding for me, I’ll have to cancel
my honeymoon.”
It should have been both awkward and weird, sitting here discussing Erin’s upcoming and long-delayed honeymoon with Anna’s ex-husband. But, since she’d been working part-time for Always a Bridesmaid, Anna forged a solid friendship with her ex-husband’s new wife. Now, Erin was probably her closest friend. Funny how life twists and turns.
“Can’t do it.” Anna said. “You have only yourself to blame. I’m all inspired to run my own business now, after watching your example the past two years.”
“And you can totally do it and will have the best interior design firm in Savannah—maybe even in Georgia. Just as soon as you’re done with this one last wedding.”
“Why can’t Dylan do it?”
“He wouldn’t look good in the dress. Blue’s not his color.” Erin answered as Abby chuckled. “The contract is for a bridesmaid.”
“Send Abby.”
“I need someone more seasoned.”
“By seasoned you mean old?”
“I mean experienced and confident.” Erin said. “This bride writes for Happily Ever After.”
“The wedding blog?” Anna raised her eyebrows and Erin nodded. “I’m surprised you’re not doing it. You’re the most seasoned bridesmaid of all.”
“If I wasn’t going to be in Tahiti on my honeymoon, I would. But, as it is, I’ll have to send you instead.”
“Change the dates for your trip.”
“I can’t. Non-refundable.”
“Send Lauren.”
“She and Kyle are doing a joint art show of her paintings and his photographs. It’s the same weekend as the wedding.” Erin sighed. “There’s no one else.”
“When is this wedding?” Anna softened. She really did owe Erin for giving her a part-time job. If it hadn’t been for Erin and her professional bridesmaid business, Anna would still be slaving away in a cubicle farm, with no hope of freedom until retirement.
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