Oceans Apart 4

by Heartley, Amanda

  “Oh, there’s a little bit more to it than that,” she sneered. I wasn’t about to press the issue further because I was sick of looking at her face. Fumbling in my pocket, I pulled out the key and pushed past her.

  “Vanessa, please just go away. I don’t want to do this. Just go, will you?”

  “This is your last chance, I’m warning you. You shut that door and—”

  It felt good to slam the door in her face. I imagined her shocked look on the opposite side and chuckled. I stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the tap, letting the water run cold before sticking my face in it. The jolt woke me up and cleared the cobwebs. Moments later, there was a loud banging on my door.

  “I told you to fuck off,” I shouted as I toweled off my face, but the knocking increased.

  I swung the door open, ready to hurl every insult I knew out at her, but was nearly knocked off my feet when Ginny bowled in.

  Chapter 4 — Ginny

  When I woke up, I thought about Tristan and how he’d came all the way over to the States to see me. I sat in my room, thumbing through my phone and felt terrible about the way I’d said goodbye to him. I chucked my phone down on the bed and paced around the room, debating whether or not I should call him, or even go see him. With a huff of frustration, I stormed out to the kitchen and raided the fridge.

  “Whatcha doing, cupcake?” Kari called from the living room.

  “Stress eating. Actually, do we have any cupcakes?”

  “Might have a stale Little Debbie up in the cupboard if you’re desperate,” she laughed. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  I stood on my tiptoes trying to reach the top shelf, my frame much too short to reach. I growled in frustration and grabbed a chair, chucking it in front of the counter and climbing on.

  “I’m thinking about going over to his hotel so we can talk a little bit more. Is that crazy?” Ah hah! Success! I examined the wrapped cupcake for any signs of mold.

  “Those things have enough preservatives in them they’d last for decades. And no, it’s not crazy. I think you should go over there.”

  Jumping down from the chair I stared at her. “You weren’t supposed to say that,” I said around a mouthful of cupcake. “You were supposed to talk me out of it.”

  Kari shrugged. “What can I say? You two just need to sit down and talk through this. Quit the drama, mama!”

  Maybe it was the questionably old cupcake, maybe it was how supportive Kari was being, but I decided to go for it. “Alright, but I’m getting changed first.”

  After discarding nearly everything in my closet, I chose a white top with little black skulls and capped sleeves. I wiggled into my skinny jeans, slapped a patent leather belt around my waist and strapped on a pair of Mary Jane platforms. Checking myself out in the mirror, I was happy to see my hair was still wavy from exposure to the sun and salt earlier in the day. I put on a bright red lipstick, did a little spin, and tried to convince myself I looked great.

  “Alright, I’m off. Wish me luck,” I called out as I left the house.

  My stomach was in absolute knots as I drove over to his hotel. I even practiced saying hello to him once I found him.

  “Hello Tristan, can we talk? Tristan, hi, we need to talk. Tristan I really think we need to talk. Ugh! Why is this so hard?” I slapped the steering wheel.

  It took ages, but eventually I pulled up to the hotel and parked. I glanced at a Harley motorcycle parked a few spots away and wondered if it was Tristan’s. My stomach was filled with butterflies as I walked through the front door, nodding at the doorman as I passed. The ornate lobby was disorienting, glittering with gold features and beautiful light fixtures. I shook my head and remembered which way the elevators were. He must be staying in the same fancy suite he always stays in, I thought to myself.

  As I rounded the corner, the elevators came into view. I caught a glimpse of a tall, brown haired man who looked like Tristan being led inside by a woman, who looked a lot of like Vanessa.

  “The fuck…?” I muttered.

  I stopped cold in my tracks as she turned around to press the floor button. We locked eyes and she smirked. She smirked!

  “Oh hell no!” I shouted as the doors shut. I practically ran to the other elevator, my shoes slapping against the floor. I jammed my thumb into the call button over and over, cursing under my breath.

  The second elevator opened and I flew in. Just as I started pressing the door close button, a hand shot through.

  “Got it,” a middle aged man declared happily. He led his small daughter into the elevator and I gave them a tight smile. “You can press the button, honey. Press the number six. You know which one is the six?”

  Oh man…she’s just a kid, just a kid, doesn’t know any better, I said to myself staring at the ceiling. The doors closed as the little girl pressed the button.

  “Ohhhh,” she cooed as the button lit up beneath her finger. She pressed another one and another laughing away. The father seemed to think it was the cutest thing in the world as she slid her hand all the way down a column of buttons.

  “Ah come on,” I groaned.

  He glared at me. “Lighten up. She’s just having a little fun. I’m sure you we’re a kid once.” I bit my tongue but the look I gave him shut him up until they reached the sixth floor and walked out.

  My frustration grew each time the elevator stopped until I was pretty much punching the close door button.

  “I can’t believe he’d just jump straight into that skinny bitch’s arms like nothing ever happened between us.” I could feel hot tears prick my eyes, but I pushed them away. I had to stay angry long enough to finish this once and for all. I could cry my heart out to Kari later.

  When the elevator opened on the twentieth floor, I screamed in frustration and ran out, looking right then left for the stairwell. I didn’t care how, I needed to find him as quickly as possible. I marched up the last four flights of stairs until I was huffing and sweaty. I didn’t even stop to think. The hallway was empty and I just knew he had her in that room. Without hesitating, I started banging on the door.

  “Tristan, get out here! I know you’re in there with that scrawny little bitch.” I heard Tristan shout inside but couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Open this fucking door, you dick!” I yelled again. I was dimly aware of the tears streaming down my face.

  Tristan flung the door open and I pushed past him, ready to throw a naked Vanessa out on her bony little ass.

  He sputtered behind me, “Ginny?”

  “Yeah, Ginny and where the fuck is she? Where’s she hiding?” I ripped open the curtains, checked under the bed, stormed past him back to the bathroom and looked into the shower. When I stepped back into the bedroom, he was standing there with his arms crossed and a big, fat goofy smile on his face.

  “Baby, what are you looking for?” he reached out for my hand. I stepped back, smelling the alcohol on his breath for the first time.

  “Don’t ‘baby’ me. I saw you with Vanessa. Just now. Downstairs.” “I knew that was your voice I heard! She’s not here, baby. She’ll never be here. You’ve wrecked me. I don’t want any other woman. You’re the only one I want, can’t you see that?”

  His words diffused my anger a touch but I shook my head. “The way you acted after your parents’ party, the way you treated me for days while I was alone in a foreign country…what was I supposed to think? If that’s the way you treat someone you care about—”

  He flung his hands in the air and sat on the edge of the bed. “You make it sound so bloody easy. I know this is not your problem, but I have responsibilities, pressures, and all this shit raining down on me. My dad is trying to shove his hand so far up my arse it’s like I’m becoming his puppet.”

  He looked up at me earnestly, his eyes pleading for me to understand. I crossed my arms under my breasts and bit my lip, tapping my foot, trying desperately to remain angry. “Spill it, big boy.”

  “When he gave me that ultimatum, I k
new straight away what I wanted, but you have to understand, baby, my parents have been grooming me for decades to be a certain way, become a certain man. It’s just not that easy,” his voice trailed off, sounding depressed. Then he took a deep breath and continued, “Gin, you’re American. Beautifully American, but we’re from two different countries. The cultural differences between the two countries are huge.”

  My lip quivered, I bit it hard and blinked my eyes, hoping to stop the tears that were about to fall down my face. “So what are you saying? We can’t be together because you come from a different country?”

  “No, babe, I’m just saying that something that might be a cinch for you, isn’t always so easy for me.”

  I got to my knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes. “But, it is easy,” I whispered. “You just have to be strong enough to make a decision, to say it out loud.” His expression shifted slightly and I braced myself for the worst. Why would he ever choose me over someone like Vanessa or the wealth of his family? What did I have to offer him?

  He slipped his hand along the side of my face and sighed. “Ginny, baby. I love you,” he murmured. His pupils were so big and I swear I stopped breathing. The seconds stretched between us before he repeated a little louder, “I love you.”

  “I—you—what?” I stammered.

  “I said I love you. When we’re apart it’s so fucking lonely, like my life has no meaning, but when I’m with you all I can think about is how much I love you, how much I want to find a way to make it work. Despite the bloody Atlantic, despite the cultural differences. I love you Virginia Peterson and I can’t stand to be away from you for one lousy minute.”

  Then he kissed me, his lips hungry and urgent, taking my breath away. As he pulled away, our foreheads pressed together, he whispered, “I love you, baby girl.”

  That was all it took to melt any hardness in my heart. Tristan Armstrong loved me. Loved. Not liked, not kinda loved, not almost loved, but loved. He loved me.

  We looked at each other, I gazed into his clear blue eyes, I couldn't find any words to say. I was speechless. “Tris-”

  “Stand up,” he said almost in a choke, I looked down at the front of his pants and he was rock hard. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His hands slowly moved across my thighs and stomach, landing on the belt I had around my waist.

  “Ohhh...Ginny, angel, you are so fucking sexy,” he said as he unfastened my belt and let it drop to the floor. His hand moved up and down my hips a few times before he reached up and unfastened the buttons on my blouse. One by one, he slowly kissed the spot where the buttons touched my skin. I could feel the muscles in my body quiver each time he kissed me. My hands moved through his hair, grasping and then holding his head close to me, trying to stop my trembling.

  Once my blouse was completely open, he slid it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He caressed my tummy, muffin top and all, and leaned over to kiss my stomach. I stood there holding his head, self-conscious, but enjoying the fact that my tummy had never bothered him. It was like he wanted it. Like he actually wanted a bigger girl.

  “Mmmm….turn around baby,” he moaned between kisses and I felt his soft tongue follow my curves as I turned. His hand found the zipper on the back of my jeans and I shivered. The man was stripping me slowly, I was so wet and needy and I just wanted to rip all my clothes off, throw him back on the bed and fuck him, but I wasn’t about to ruin the ‘I-love-you’ moment.

  He slid my pants down my legs and I shivered, I knew he was close enough to smell the scent of my wetness. I bent over a little to pull my jeans off my foot, but let go when he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and nipped and licked at my skin.

  “Ahhh….Tristan! You’re so naughty!” I laughed, jumping a little, still trying to slide my pants over my foot, but his hands were everywhere. I heard his zipper and then he wiggled behind me and my heart jumped with anticipation of his body against mine.

  His fingers slid between my thighs and he moaned when he touched the wetness there. “Baby, fuck—” He moved my thong to the side and in one swoop, he had my hips in his hands, lowering me onto his waiting cock. He’d moved so fast, I hadn’t even realized he’d already pulled his dick out. When his fat cock spread my pussy lips and entered me, I let out a mewl so loud, I’m sure they heard me a few floors below.

  “Oh fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned as he withdrew and then thrust deeper into me.

  “Ahhhh!” his cock was huge and coming from this angle, it hit all the right spots. “Tristan!”

  “You okay, baby?” he said with another thrust.

  “Yeah.” I panted, grinding on his lap. His tongue moved up my back, and I could only imagine the taste of the light sweat forming there. I reached my arms around and unfastened my bra, then pulled it down my shoulders, tossing it across the room.

  His balls were teasing my clit as he thrust and rocked inside me and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. He reached up around me and grabbed my titties. The sweet sensation of his fingers pulling and rolling both my nipples at the same time sent a shock straight through my body.

  As the slick sweat built up more and more between us, our movements became fluid and rhythmic. We were one mass of sweaty human flesh. Me rocking and grinding into his lap as the gentle pangs of his oversized cock moved through me. Tristan wrapped his arms around me and crossed them between my ample breasts, kneading and pulling at my nipples. Our breathing was labored and with a few more thrusts, his body tightened and my pussy clenched as we came together in a puddle of sweat and emotions.

  He gripped me tighter as I arched my back and my head fell onto his shoulder. My hips started jerking and he held me tight, “I got you, baby. I got you,” he whispered into my ear. My body was wrecked. My breathing was wrecked. I couldn’t see, only taste and hear as he shuddered and then in an almost demanding tone, he growled, “Cum for me, baby. Cum hard.”

  And I did.

  “Tristaaaannnnnn!” I cried out loud as the hot spurts of his orgasm filled my pussy. My body shook and bucked with his and I wanted to stop time, to hold on to this moment with him forever. “Oh God! Tris- Tristan- I can’t...Oh fuck, fuck! Ahhhh….”

  We sat there for a few minutes. Ten? Fifteen minutes? I didn’t know and didn’t care. Just quietly still as I caught my breath. I looked down, ready to stand up as his now flaccid cock slipped out of me. I giggled when I noticed my pants were still bunched up around my ankle and I still had one shoe on. “Tristan?”

  He lifted his head off my back. “Yeah?”

  “You’re a fucking god.”

  “And you are my goddess.” he answered, caressing the soft flesh of my butt cheek again.

  “Good answer.”

  “This arse is mine.”

  I turned to look at him, which wasn’t easy being in the position we were in. “Did you really mean it?”

  “What? Your arse being mine?” he joked, slapping it lightly.

  I smiled; he really did enjoy my jiggle. “No, that you love me?”

  He bent his head down for a second and then looked up with a smile. “Yes, I do love you. A lot. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

  “Good thing cause you just fucked me like a wild animal and we aren’t even naked.” I said pointing to his pants still around his ankles.

  He laughed and pulled me back on the bed, our bodies and clothes still tangled up in each other and his words came out between kisses.

  “I.” Kiss.

  “Love.” Kiss

  “You.” And with the last kiss, his hand pulled my jeans over my foot, then stroked between my legs, running his fingertips up and down on my pussy lips. He pulled his head back for a breath and asked, “You ready for more, naughty girl?”

  I didn’t know if I could, but before I could answer, he was moving his mouth down my tummy, kissing and licking until he found my slick, wet pussy. A mixture of his release and mine. The sultry smell of sex lingered in the air and I moaned as
his tongue dipped inside me. He sucked and licked me to another mind-blowing orgasm that had me pulling his hair and crying out his name until we were both so spent we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 5 — Tristan

  The hotel room was bright with the morning sun. I groggily looked around and smiled when I saw the curtains in a state, remembering how furious Ginny had been tearing them open. I heard her murmur next to me and I rolled over, leaning on my elbow so I could watch her sleep.

  Her arms were flung above her head, her full breasts exposed above the bed sheet. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I wished I could stay in bed with her forever.

  “I love you, too,” she said without opening her eyes, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I realized I hadn’t said it back to you last night but I do. I love you too.”

  I dove for her, my lips and teeth nibbling at her neck, her jaw line, and finding her mouth.

  She loved me too.

  “Well! That’s a nice way to wake up,” she giggled.

  “Marry me.” I felt like I was about to burst from love or happiness, I didn't know and I didn’t care. I just wanted her to be mine, forever. The words tumbled out of my mouth before the thought had even fully formed in my mind. My mouth crushed against her lips, my heart accelerated and when I pulled back, I looked into her eyes and said, “Yes. Today, now. Marry me, Ginny. I can’t live without you.”

  Ginny shot up and stared at me as if I’d just sprouted another head.

  “Get married?” she asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

  “Ye—yes! We’re only what, a couple hours from Vegas? We can ride out today and get married tonight. I know you must think I’m daft but…” My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe we were seriously talking about getting married but it just felt right.

  “No! I mean yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” Ginny flung her arms around my neck, practically pouncing on me. She couldn’t stop laughing between kisses. She pulled away suddenly.

  Looking down at me, her hair framing her face perfectly she began to worry about the logistics. “What am I going to wear? My hair? I’m gonna have to take tomorrow off because we won’t be back in time for work…”