Triston sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. I was speechless. I stood in front of him, unsure of how to react. I wanted to tell him I love him, but he seemed so angry when he said it.
“I am sorry Emily; I didn’t want to say it like that.” He looked up, staring at me with those intense steel-blue eyes. He loves me. He is falling in love with me. It crashed over me like a wave. I flopped onto the sofa next to him.
“Triston…” Reaching out I put my hand on his shoulder, it was tense. “Please look at me?” When he turned his head, the emotion was evident in his eyes. He was serious about this.
“I…” I looked at the vulnerability of this amazing man who has swept me off my feet. “I love you too,” I whispered. “Well, I mean… You know…” I trailed off again. What was I even doing? How could I be mumbling when this is what I wanted to tell him days ago.
“You are adorable when you’re speechless, but you don’t have to say it back.” He smiled.
“No Triston, I am not just saying it. I mean it. I do love you, I mean I am falling for you too.” I rambled on, noticing the amusement in his eyes. “What?”
“You have just made me the happiest man alive, do you know that?” He pulled me into his arms. His kiss was soft and slow. His lips moved across my neck, sending a shiver over my body. “I want you, outside.” He stood up, pulling me to my feet. “Take off your shoes,” he gestured at my shoes and I kicked them off immediately. I shivered from the cold hard tiles below my feet. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the balcony. “Hold on to the railing!” His voice deeper now and I knew he was turned on.
“Triston—”
“Miss Reid, I need you to be quiet. Unless you ask me to stop, I do not want to hear another word. Do you understand me?” I nodded. He had me at his mercy, I wanted him so much. I smiled as I watched the city lights twinkling below us. He unzipped my dress, it was slow and agonizing. Pushing the sleeves over my shoulders, his lips brushing my skin in feather light kisses. Goosebumps rose on my body and I trembled. “You Miss Reid are amazingly beautiful. I love you.”
He whispered in my ear and I felt his teeth on my earlobe, eliciting a moan from my lips. “Did I not say you should be quiet?” I nodded. “And how pray tell do you think I am going to punish you now?” His voice was laced with desire. His hand flat on my back pushing me down. Bent over at the waist, the twinkling lights of New York in front of me. Triston spread my legs wider. The sting came suddenly. His hand swatted my ass hard, twice. Biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. “Miss Reid, do you like me doing that to you?” His voice deep, husky and so sexy. I was so turned on my panties were soaked. The knot in my stomach had tightened and I was ready to feel him fill me.
Triston gripped my hair pulling my head back. “I asked you a question, Miss Reid?” I nodded. I felt his other hand slowly trace a line from my neck in a slow sensual movement down my spine. “I think that I am going to find my sweet girl is soaking wet already.” His words were taking me higher, I could come just by what he was saying to me. His fingers found the heat between my legs, moving my panties to the side and plunging into me. “Triston!” I cried out, my body shook. I was seeking the release only he could give me. I was aching for it.
“Miss Reid, you’re always so fucking wet. So hot and sweet, ready for me.” He pulled his fingers out, turning my head to watch him as he slid them into his mouth. My knees shaking as I gripped the railing tighter.
Our eyes locked. “Now Miss Reid, I am going to fill you. I am going to,” he leaned in closer, his hot breath on my ear, “…fuck you!” His voice scratchy and I was hovering over the edge. He was behind me in an instant. Hearing the zipper of his slacks, I shivered in anticipation. Suddenly and quickly he filled me. “Triston!” I cried out not caring anymore, I watched the city below us as the man I loved took me and pushed me over the edge. He moved faster and faster. I couldn’t hold on any longer and I came undone over him. “That’s my girl, the one I love,” his words taking him over the edge as he filled me.
Our bodies trembling as he pulled me up against him. Brushing his lips over my shoulder. I looked at the lights below us, “I love you Triston…” my words were barely audible, but I knew he heard me.
—∆—
How am I back here? Where’s Triston? I ran into the room to find Blake and Triston. I saw a gun shimmer in the light. “What the fuck are you doing here Emily? You’re my wife!” Blake sneered. “You’re coming with me!” My eyes darted between the two men. I couldn’t go with Blake, I loved Triston. I needed Triston.
“No Blake, I am not your wife. I am with Triston. Please just let me go?” I begged, pleaded. His eyes were dangerous and I knew he would not think twice to use that gun. I took a step forward and Blake grabbed Triston, an arm around his neck. “Em, go to the living room. Now.” Triston choked out. I shook my head; I wasn’t leaving him here. I couldn’t.
“Get your stuff we’re going, Emily! Or I kill your blue-eyed boy!”
“Blake, please? Don’t do this?” Lifting the gun to Triston’s head his finger squeezed the trigger. I shut my eyes and screamed.
“No! NO!!!! DON’T!!!!”
My body was shaking. “NO!!” I sat up with a start, my face was moist with sweat. I looked into beautiful blue eyes, “Triston! Oh my god, you’re okay!” I wrapped my arm around him. His pulse was racing.
“What are you having nightmares about?” His voice filled with concern. “Please angel, talk to me?” I leaned back against the headboard, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Triston, I just… Can we not?” I turned to face him in the dim light of the sunrise creeping in through the blinds. “I just can’t talk about it right now.”
“Angel, you’re going to have to tell me sometime, I can’t be in the dark about this. You have told me about your ex and I know it’s about him. You can tell me anything.” He opened his arms and I slid into the warmth of his bare chest.
“I know Triston, but I just need to breathe, this has shaken me.” His soft hand on my shoulder slowly trailed lines up and down my arm.
“When you are ready angel.” I looked up and even in the dim light I could see his eyes were filled with love. I haven’t seen it in anyone before, even the husband I spent so many years with. I closed my eyes and savoredthe feel of him. “You are taking the day off tomorrow and I don’t want any arguing about it. Now let’s try and get some more sleep.” I laid my head on his chest. Closing my eyes, I let sleep claim me once more.
—∆—
“Right, sleepy head, you need to get up…”
I opened my eyes, noticing the sunlight streaming through the window. I scooted up sitting with my back against the headboard. “What time is it?” My head felt heavy like I had a hangover. Triston handed me a steaming mug of coffee. “It’s not late, just after 9. I wanted to let you sleep for a bit.” I nodded, holding the mug inhaling the amazing smell.
“I have work to do today Triston.” I knew he didn’t want me to work, but there was so much to do. I couldn’t just take the day off. I pushed the covers down and got up and walked to the window. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day.
“You’re not going into the office, you can stay here and work in the study. I have a meeting with James and I would rather know you’re here, safe. Then I don’t have to worry about you being unprotected.” I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t win this fight and I felt too tired to try anyway. So much happened last night. I was exhausted.
“So I can work wearing this?” I gestured to my tank and panties, a smirk crossed Triston’s handsome face as he crossed the room towards me. “Miss Reid I would rather have you wearing nothing.” His words trailed off as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips crashing into mine. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me in his strong arms. I held onto his shoulders as he walked me back to bed. Landing on the soft sheets, his body hovered over me. “Now, where is that breakfast that you promised me?” His voice filled with amusement and lust.
“You’re supposed to come and get it, Mr Hart,” I teased, shifting higher on the bed out of his grasp. Rolling over to the other side and getting up, we stood on either side of the bed now, staring at each other. The dark lust flickered across his face, he loved playing these games. “I will get it Miss Reid; you can count on that. Then we will both come.” His words igniting the fire inside me instantly.
I ran towards the living room giggling. Triston caught me at the doorjamb, holding my back flush against his half-naked body. I could feel his pyjama pants straining in the front. “Miss Reid you do realize I was never going to let you get away.” He hissed in my ear causing the heat between my legs to worsen. I turned my head kissing him. He held my neck with one hand, his tongue invading my mouth. His other hand found the apex between my thighs causing me to moan into the kiss. My body was his, completely. I was trembling as his fingers moved deftly inside the front of my panties. His mouth on mine. He pulled away slightly, his eyes burning into me. “So wet, so perfect, I love it.” His words fuel to my fire as I let him stroke me. His fingers circling my clit, teasing my entrance, plunging into me. I was slick and his fingers moved easily inside me. I was so close. “Come for me angel.” His whispered order sending me soaring.
My body trembling in his strong arms as he held onto me. He removed his fingers from my panties and spun me around. Lifting me up, he walked us to the living room wall and pinned me against it. “I need you, Emily. I need to feel your hot tight pussy around me.” Pushing his pants down, his erection sprang free. He moved my panties to the side and rammed into me hard. My head fell back as I felt every hard exquisite inch of him inside me. He slammed into me, harder and deeper. “Emily look at me.” I lifted my head, as our eyes met I felt the electric current shooting through my body, we were made to fit together. Watching his shoulders flex as he held me against the wall, the veins pulsing. His smirk was sexy and dark and I knew I was about to come undone for the second time this morning.
“Yes, Emily, come for me, give me your pleasure!” His voice a hoarse whisper and I felt myself spasm, “Triston!” My body shook violently and he held me tight. His lips on my neck, moving up to my ear. “You. Are. Mine.” With the last word from his mouth I felt his release inside me. We stayed in each other’s arms until we had come down from the high. Triston looked into my eyes and smiled, “You are amazing, do you know that?” I flushed at his words.
“Nope, I am just a girl.” Helet me down slowly. I still felt wobbly but completely satisfied. “An amazing, beautiful girl, who drives me absolutely crazy.” Triston stepped back, “Now I need to get to my meeting and you need to not distract me.”
I smiled up at him, “I did no such thing Mr Hart, you started it.”
—∆—
Triston left for his meeting with James so I decided to start working on the schedule for our trip. I sat in Triston’s office with a mug of coffee and hit play on the playlist I had just created. I had a smile that didn’t go away. I still couldn’t get over the fact that Triston loved me. I shook my head I needed to concentrate on work.
I hit send on the booking email to our travel agent when my phone rang. Bash’s name flashed on my screen. I took a deep breath and answered. “Hello?”
“Emily, are you okay?” I could hear the worry in his tone.
“Yes, why?” I frowned. Why would he think I wasn’t okay?
“I was just in the office, Jessie said you weren’t in today and I—”
“You what Bash? You were worried?” My voice incredulous, anger seethed through me. I wanted to believe he didn’t know who Blake was, but I couldn’t be sure until we had figured all this out.
“Yes, I am worried. My brother storms into the restaurant last night dragging you with him and you’re not in work the next day. What must I think?” His voice low and angry. Then I realize he thinks that Triston hurt me. My body radiating with anger, I closed my eyes trying to calm myself. I didn’t want to have a fight with him, but he needed to step back from whatever he thought of his brother.
“Bash, your brother would never hurt me! How dare you even think that!! Why don’t you ask your fucking business partner about hurting me? Unless you already know!” Not waiting for a reply I hung up. I couldn’t believe that Bash even had the audacity to ask me that, why on earth would he think Triston would hurt me. It didn’t make sense. My phone started ringing again, I hit ignore and carried on working.
At midday, I had finished most of the work I had set out to do. Now I needed lunch, my phone beeped with a message from Triston. He was going to the office to meet with a client and would be home at 3. I needed to get my mind off Bash and his accusations. The apartment was so quiet without Triston here. I turned the kettle on and opened the fridge, there were a few ready-made meals which I could just heat up. I decided on the veggie lasagna and put it in the microwave when the doorbell buzzed. I wonder who that could be.
“Hart residence.”
“Emily it’s me, open up, please?” My heart raced, what the hell was Bash doing here? Triston would freak out if he knew his brother was at the door.
“What do you want Bash?” I folded my arms across my chest and realized I wasn’t dressed for visitors.
“Just open we need to talk.”
I pressed the buzzer to open the entrance door. I looked at my appearance, shorts and a tank top shouldn’t be too bad. I hoped. Bash appeared at the door, he was dressed in a white tank top which showed off the tattoo on his upper arm. The black slacks he wore hung low on his taut hips and I remembered his sculpted V line. He looked like he had just walked out of the gym, glistening with sweat as I took in his muscles.
“What are you doing here Bash?” I turned and walked into the apartment as he closed the door. “You do realize your brother will totally flip if he walked in and you are here.” His eyes roamed the apartment and I knew he had never seen the inside of his brothers’ place before.
“I needed to see if you were okay! And I needed to find out what you were talking about earlier, about my partner?” He looked genuinely confused.
“You don’t know who Blake really is, do you?” He shook his head slowly, walking over to me. I turned to face him, my arms crossed over my chest. His eyes flickered down to my bra-less chest and I felt my face heat. He looked up again, locking his gaze on mine.
“He is part of the team who helped me get out of the red last year. He arrived about 2 weeks ago and he has been roaming around the company. We are not friends, my financial backer hired him. So I have no idea what you’re talking about Emily.” He stepped towards me and his warm scent enveloped me.
“Bash…” I stared at him and I saw the honesty in his eyes, that same honesty that he showed me last night. “Blake is…” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him.
“What Emily? I need to know; this is my company we’re talking about.” He was standing too close to me now. I turned to face the window, I couldn't look into those hazel brown eyes. “He is my ex-husband. I left him because he almost killed me.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the onslaught of questions.
“What?!” Bash spun me around. His eyes filled with concern and I felt the tears fall down my face. “Emily, I am so sorry I had no idea. I swear to you!” He pulled me into a tight embrace. I believed him, but I knew he had to leave. I didn’t want Triston to come home and lose it. I pulled away and giving him a pleading look.
“Triston can’t find you here Bash, please can you leave? I am sorry to do this but after the threats I don’t want to upset him.” I stepped back and gripped the countertop. I breathed in his scent again, allowing it to calm me.
He narrowed his eyes, “Threats? What threats?”
I finally locked eyes with him again, the hazel brown with tiny flecks of green. I stared at him for a few moments, watching the range of emotions wash over his handsome features. I had to tell him. “Blake has been threatening to hurt me, that’s why Triston told me to stay home today.” He nodded as if understanding his brother’sdecision. I walked him to the door and unlocked it. “Thank you for coming over Bash, I appreciate it.”
“You call me if you need anything, you hear me?” His tone serious, yet demanding, reminding me of Triston and I smiled. “Thank you, Bash, I mean it.”
He smiled and leaned forward, his lips brushed over my cheek. “Anytime, princess…” He turned and I closed the door behind him.
—∆—
I heard the door open and close. “Angel?”
“I’m in the study!” I heard his footsteps on the tiles. As I turned I saw his beautiful face. He had taken his tie off and his hair was loose, he looked so handsome. “How was your day?” I smiled as he leaned down to give me a kiss.
“Busy, I had so much to do. I met with Mr Jacobson, he is looking forward to the trip next week. He wants to meet with us on Friday so you will have to come with me to the office. Did you enjoy working at home?” He sat down next to me, watching me finish up an email.
“Yes, it was good. It’s so quiet without you here.” I closed the laptop and looked at him. “Did you see James?” I wanted to tell him about what Bash had said, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea. That would mean I would have to tell him that Bash was in the apartment.
He nodded. “He has found Blake’s employment details. Apparently he works for a financial backer that my brother used. He has contacted him and they have also found the florist. Blake is clever, but he will get caught.” His fingertips stroked my arm leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Can we go out, like for a walk or something?” I stood up and stretched. “I am feeling lethargic from being cooped up all day.” My tank top rode up and Triston kissed my stomach. His scruffy chin tickling me and I giggled.
Triston smiled, “Sure, let me get changed and we can go to the park.” Putting his briefcase down, he walked into the bedroom. His phone beeped from the desk, picking it up I looked at the screen, it was James. “Babe!” I ran into the room as Triston pulled his tee over his head. “Babe, it’s James.”
He grabbed the phone and answered. I pulled on my hoodie and sneakers, watching Triston as he walked into the living room. “What have you got for me?” He was quiet for a little while before I heard a glass smashing. I ran into the living room and saw Triston staring out the window. “Triston? Are you okay?” I walked over to him. He spun around, his eyes were dark. “When were you going to tell me my brother was here?” My heart leaped into my throat and it felt hard to swallow. James must have seen Bash arriving or leaving. That’s what the call was about. My face heated.
“I wasn’t, because of this,” I gestured towards him and the broken glass on the floor.
“Jesus Emily, I am trying to keep you safe and you open the door to—”
“To what Triston? To your brother? He came to see if I was okay! He didn’t hurt me!! He explained about Blake, he didn’t know who Blake was! You can’t keep me locked in a cage forever Triston!” I felt the tears rolling down my face for the second time that day. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed the dustpan and brush. I kneeled down sweeping up the mess at Triston’s feet, “Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?” I looked up at him through my tears. His gaze softened.
“Stand up Emily,” he pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me I could feel his heart racing. “I don’t want this; I am so sorry. I never want to make you cry. I just want you safe.”
Pulling away, I stared at him. “Then why are you so angry? Your brother won’t hurt me.” My voice softer now, I knew he was trying to protect me.
“No, he won’t.” He stepped back and walked to the balcony.
“Then what Triston? This doesn’t make any sense, why are you so angry? Because of the past? Isn’t it time you got over it and spoke to him?” I stared at his back. I could see how tense he was, but I wanted to know. He needed to be honest with me and he needed to do it now. “Triston? Talk to me!” I wanted to reach out to him but I knew it wouldn’t change anything.
“He will make you fall in love with him!” He spun around and watched my reaction. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say.
Wait! What? “Well, that’s too fucking bad because I am in love with you!” I stormed into the bedroom. I couldn’t be near him right now. Triston followed me into the bedroom, “Emily, I know you love me, I am an idiot okay?” He turned me to face him and I nodded in agreement. The amusement evident on his face.
“I know you are. Can you just hold me now?” I mumbled. He pulled me into a warm embrace and chuckled.
His lips were on my neck, I felt his tongue on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Do we get to have makeup sex now?” He whispered and I giggled at him. The fight was forgotten and I was in his arms, where I wanted to be.
“What about our walk in the park? I need to get some exercise.” I looked up at him.
“Trust me, I can give you some exercise! Go and put your bikini on, we’re going for a swim.”
I was confused now. A swim? I saw the excitement sparkle in his eyes. “Go!” He shouted, slapping my ass hard.
“Ouch! Okay, okay! Keep your pants on!” I was excited to be doing something fun with him, the past few days have seemed so dire.
He followed me into the walk in closet, laughing, “I thought you liked me without my pants on Miss Reid!”
“Mr Hart, I love you without your pants on!” I laughed and started changing.
Moments later we were walking onto what Triston called the chill-out area. Apparently his penthouse came with roof access to the swimming pool. He had covered my eyes and led me into the private elevator and out onto the landing. I could smell the fresh even air and I knew we were outside. “Triston, I seriously need to see!” I giggled as I cautiously stepped ahead of him. He led me to a step and we stopped.
“You will soon. Stay here.”
I heard something sliding, maybe it was a door. His hands on me again guiding me forward. “Okay, stand here.” I heard him moving around and I heard a lock clicking into place. I felt his body against mine, his heat radiating over me. I leaned back into his sculpted chest, his hands resting on my shoulders. “You are mine. Every,” his lips brushed over my left shoulder. “Single,” then the right. “Inch,” and slowly up my neck. His fingers stroking my bare arms and I felt my nipples harden. His hands brushed light circles around the hard buds. My mouth opened and a soft moan escaped into the darkness.
My body trembling in anticipation, “Triston…” I whispered, feeling his warm breath. Electric currents shot through me. He slowly untied the blindfold and I blinked in the dim light of the vacant room we were standing in. The large swimming pool lit up in front of us by blue underwater lights. The roof looked like it had stars twinkling above us. The room was magical. The walls around the pool all made of glass and I could see most of New York sparkling below us. “Triston this is beautiful, where are we?” I turned to look at him, the shadows on his face danced across the sharp contours of his nose and jaw. He was breathtakingly beautiful. “We are on the rooftop pool, come,” he held out his hand and I grabbed it. We walked along the side of the pool to the large glass wall. He slid the one panel open and we stepped out onto the concrete roof. We had an almost 360-degree view of the city. “Oh my god, this is amazing!”
“Emily,” he turned me around, taking both my hands in his. “I am sorry about earlier and about everything. I know you trust my brother. I just have a hard time accepting that because I am scared you’re going to fall in love with him.” The broken man inside surfaced and I ached to hold him, to make him see how much he meant to me.
“I think you need to start trusting me, I love you Triston. I am not running off with your brother. Now, can we swim?” I smiled, hoping he would relax and just enjoy our time together. I understood where his worry came from. It’s happened before, his ex-fiancée slept with Bash, but I loved him. He smiled and nodded.
We went back inside and Triston released my hand, jumping into the pool. I was definitely not jumping in. He was almost childlike sometimes, playful and carefree. This was the side of him that made me fall in love with him. Of course not to mention the dark lust filled side too. I stepped into the water. Surprised that it wasn’t cold. He stood in the centerof the pool and held out his arms, as I waded into the water. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him. His hands lifting me up and I took the cue to wrap my legs around him. “This is so beautiful…” I breathed. He spun us around in the water and walked over to the deep end. The water coming up to his neck.
“You are beautiful Emily,” he leaned down. His lips met mine, the jolts of lightning shot through me. His shoulder length hair dripping wet on his shoulders. His wet rock hard body against mine. He untied my bikini top and left it on the side of the pool, “I think you are way overdressed, Miss Reid.” He whispered in my ear, giving me feather light kisses down my neck to my shoulder. I giggled at him, his naughty side was clearly taking over.
“Well, you better do something about that Mr Hart,” I whispered. My voice filled with desire for the man I loved. He untied each side of my bikini bottoms and they joined my top in a wet puddle on the tiles.
“That’s much better!” His voice was dark and dangerous, he held me close to him. Kissing every inch of my neck. He moved around in the water, making his way back to the steps. He sat down with me astride his lap, he was rigid between my legs. Pushing his swim trunks down, I felt his arousal between us. Reaching down I grabbed it and fisted my hand around him. A growl vibrated in his chest and I smiled. I stroked him in slow sensual movements causing him to moan. “I do like making you moan like that Mr Hart.” I giggled.
“Do you now?” Amusement evident on his face. I continued to stroke him and felt his hips buck in response to my hand. “Miss Reid, I suggest you stop now,” lifting me off him. “Stand on the last step, face me.” I did as he asked and watched him move his lips over my body. Alternating between soft feather light kisses and lightly blowing on my wet skin. Causing shivers to run over my body. I watched his mouth move over my stomach. Flicking his tongue over my bellybutton, my legs were trembling. He looked up at me, “I do like making you tremble, Miss Reid.” He blew lightly on the heat between my thighs causing me to moan loudly, “Triston…”
He grabbed my hips spinning me around. “Bend over for me,” that scratchy voice gave me shivers. Holding on to the side of the pool, bent over in front of him. I was more turned on than ever before. He dripped water down my spine making me shiver. I moaned again. “Shhhh…” he warned and I knew I needed to be silent. I wasn't sure I could.
He dripped water from my neck down my spine again and a soft moan escaped my lips. His hand landed on my wet skin and stung. I felt myself respond. I was teetering over the edge and I was sure I was about to fall. He rubbed the area softly and I pushed back onto his hand. “Mmmmm my girl does love being bad, doesn’t she?” I nodded. His fingers stroked the heat between my legs causing another involuntary moan to escape my lips. The sting on the other side of my ass, making my knees tremble with pleasure. His fingers moving between my legs, “That makes you wet, doesn’t it Emily?”
I nodded. He pushed two fingers inside me and I felt the release wash over me. He grabbed my hip with his right hand. Holding me against him as he plunged his fingers inside me. “You do love being a bad girl,” his words a hoarse whisper. I whimpered. Another spank came down hard on my ass. He pulled his fingers from my sopping entrance. “I love the taste of you.” He hissed in my ear as he licked his fingers, causing a wave of pleasure to shudder through my body. “Do you want to taste me, my love?” I nodded. I was at his mercy, he could do anything to me now and I would oblige.
“Good,” I turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. Taking him into my mouth I heard his growl. I moved my mouth slowly up and down his hardness, tasting every inch of him. “Oh god Emily,” his words only spurred me on, working my tongue over him. “Stop! I need to be inside you!”
I stood up, looking deep into his eyes, licking my lips. His eyes were black with lust and I ached to feel him fill me. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me up. Walking into the water he pinned me against the wall and I felt him slowly pushing into me, inch by exquisite inch. My head fell back and his mouth devoured my neck, chest and shoulders with soft kisses. His teeth grazed my nipples and I felt myself teeter on the edge again.
He slammed into me, harder and harder. “Triston,” I moaned, my eyes locked with his as he plunged into me.
“Come for me Emily, I need you to give me everything!” His words pushing me over the edge as I came undone around him. “That’s my girl, come harder,” his was unrelenting pinning my back against the edge of the pool. I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. I bit onto his tense shoulder. My nails digging into his back and I knew he was close. “My turn…” he whispered into my ear as I felt his teeth sink into my neck as his own release filled me.
—∆—
I took a sip of wine and watched Triston, he looked calm and relaxed. We were sitting on the balcony. After the swimming pool we decided dinner was needed. It was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had with someone. It was intense, but so was everything Triston and I did. “Thank you for tonight, it was amazing,” I said in a soft voice. His eyes lit up and I could see the excited little boy beneath those pained blue eyes.
“I love every minute with you, angel. It’s like I am finally awake. Life means something more than it has in a long time.” His hand squeezed mine and I smiled. He was reading my mind again. Every time he said something it was like he was inside me, listening to my thoughts.
“I know the feeling, it’s the same for me. I can’t explain it anymore.” My ringtone blared into the silence. I saw Bash’s name appear on the screen. What did he want? Why would he be calling now? He knows that Triston is with me right now. My eyes flickered up to Triston and I saw the recognition on his face. He knew who it was.
“I trust you.” He nodded. Getting up he turned and walked into the living room.
I hit the green button. “Hello, Bash.” I sat back waiting for his apology.
“Em, I am sorry for calling so late. I know my brother is there, but I have some paperwork I need to show you. Can I come over?”
I looked into the living room at Triston. Unsure of what to say, he wasn’t looking at me, but I knew he was anxious. “I don’t know let me chat to Triston and I can let you know?” I stood up and made my way inside.
“Okay, but Emily this is about Blake, I found him.” My blood ran cold; I didn’t think Triston would mind Bash coming over with information like that.
“Come over.”
I hung up and Triston looked back at me. His face betraying the anger,but I needed Bash here. “Did you just invite my brother here?” I nodded. “Emily, I don’t think—”
“He found Blake.”