Chapter Seventeen
Me - Evening sunshine. Your carriage awaits.
I sent the text, before pushing the door open and making my way up the icy path to Paige’s house. It looked nice from the outside, a Victorian terrace but sizeable and in the nicer part of town. Paige’s parents might have been cast out of our social circle, but they clearly weren’t doing too badly. The garden, though bare and brown because of the season, was immaculate, and a new Mercedes sat on the driveway. It was hard to reconcile the outside appearance with the life Paige had led on the inside of this house. Bast had filled Nate and I in on what Paige had already told him, and his own suspicions, and I was already feeling a mix of emotions as I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.
The door swung open, and there was Paige’s mother. She was the spitting image of her daughter, save for the disfiguring scar that ran down one side of her face. She was attractive, and perfectly put together, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and something in them chilled me right through.
“You must be Tristan,” she cooed, stepping aside. “Please, come in.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Matthews,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me.
She turned her head, calling up the staircase. “Paige, darling, someone”s here for you!”
I stepped into the hallway, realising straightaway that appearances were indeed deceptive. The outside of the house might be immaculate, but inside it was run down, and practically bare. There were no photos on the walls, no art, nothing that gave any indication a family lived here. How did someone as sweet as my Paige come from a place like this?
“Can I offer you anything? A drink, perhaps?” Pauline’s voice was silky, hiding the steel underneath.
“No, thank you.”
“You look a lot like your father,” she said, resting her hand on my arm and leaning slightly closer. “I didn’t know him well, but I saw him often at the club… ”
She smiled at me, her hand stroking up and down my arm as she attempted small talk, but I could easily tell she was trying to pump me for information about Bast and Nate, and our father’s, and I gave very little of substance away. Thankfully, I was used to charming women like her, and I flattered her, and made her laugh, all the time thinking about how she’d controlled Paige, how she’d hurt her.
“Paige tells me you”ve seen some of her artwork,” she purred.
“Yes she’s so talented,” I said. “Her paintings are so vibrant.”
“Vibrant,” she echoed. “Yes, she always had a flair for the dramatic. Watch her carefully Tristan, she likes to embellish.”
I clenched my jaw, but thankfully at that moment, Paige finally appeared at the top of the stairs and everything else in the world fell away. She descended slowly, clearly unsure on the heels Bast had sent her. Her hair fell in golden curls below her shoulders, but pulled back from her face, save for a few soft tendrils. Her deep blue dress clung to her like twilight shadows, accentuating every curve with a whisper of silk. Crystals glittered on her bodice, tiny stars in a dark sky of fabric, making her sparkle if she were the night sky itself, stepping down to earth.
“Wow,” the word slipped from my lips before I could catch it.
Paige gave me a small, almost shy smile, and it was like the sun peeking through storm clouds. After a week of grey skies, I had my sunshine back.
“Tristan,” she said. “Do you like it? Bast picked it out.”
“Like it? You”re... breathtaking.”
Her cheeks flushed with a bloom of colour that only made her more beautiful.
“Thank you,” she said, reaching the bottom of the stairs, now only inches away. The subtle scent of her perfume wrapped around me, a mix of flowers and something darker.
I looked down at her. “Something’s missing.”
She frowned, looking down at herself, then back up at me. “I don’t think so. My clutch is by the door.”
“No, something is definitely missing,” I said, reaching into the inside pocket of my dinner jacket and pulling out a wide flat velvet covered box. I passed it to her and she opened it, gasping at the contents.
“Tristan… it’s so beautiful… and it looks so expensive. I couldn’t possibly wear it.”
“Yes you could,” I said firmly, lifting the diamond necklace from the box, and stepping around her to place it around her neck. I lifted her hair as I set it in place, fighting the urge to bend down and kiss the expanse of smooth skin across her bare shoulders with her mother standing right there. I moved back around and looked at her, noting the way the larger diamond pendant hung just perfect above the dip between her breasts. God, I missed those breasts. And those lips, and those eyes…
“Perfect,” I said. “You’ll need to put the earrings on, I’m good with my fingers, but that particular skill still eludes me.”
She grinned, then blushed at my innuendo, taking the box over to the mirror that hung next to the door. I turned to her mother.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Matthews. I’ll take very good care of Paige.”
“I’m sure you will, Tristan. Oh, Paige, darling?”
Paige turned towards us, the diamond earrings swinging by her face.
“Yes Mum?” her voice was quiet, subdued, and I hated to hear it like that.
“I put your phone and bank card in your purse with that other thing you need.”
Paige’s face went blank, and she nodded, reaching out slowly to pick up the silver clutch and holding it close to her chest. I decided it was time to go. I grabbed Paige’s coat from the hook by the door, and opened the front door, giving Pauline a friendly wave.
“Bye Mrs. Matthews, don’t wait up.” I held out my arm to Paige, and she slipped her hand around it, holding onto me for balance as we made our way slowly down the steps and out towards my car. I helped her inside, noticing how she stayed quiet and said very little until we rounded the corner and her house was finally out of sight. She gave a sigh, and turned to look at me. I was pleasantly surprised when she leaned forward, and kissed me on the cheek.
“I’m so so happy to see you,” she said. “Bast said he could send a car, he didn’t say he was sending you!”
“He didn”t send me, I volunteered,” I said, grinning at her. “And I’m very glad I did, as it meant I got to see you looking this stunning before he did.”
She smiled, but for once didn’t try to sidestep the compliment, and I felt a flutter of hope that we might finally be getting through to her.
“You look pretty good yourself,” she said softly. “Who knew you shined up that well?”
I laughed. In my social circle, dinner jackets were weekly outfits, and there were plenty of pictures of me in the press or society magazines wearing them. I was kind of glad she clearly hadn’t seen them though, as I usually had a different girl on each arm. I’d never had one as beautiful as her.
I reached down and switched on the music player, picking a singer I knew we both liked. Soft crooning filled the car, and Paige settled back into her seat, as I pulled out onto the motorway.
She wasn’t in a chatty mood, but it didn’t feel strained. She seemed tired, and I got the feeling this was the most relaxed she’d been all week. I’d scanned her back and arms for bruises, but hadn’t seen any, so I hoped she was just unhappy being away from her painting. And yes, ok, maybe us too. I wanted to know if she’d missed me, the way I’d missed her, but for once, I didn’t want to ask, in case she said she hadn’t.
My mind raced as I drove, stealing the odd glance her way, wondering if maybe she was thinking about me too. I had made up my mind that I was being stupid, and she was clearly thinking of other things, when I felt her hand settle on my leg.
“I know I shouldn’t say this,” she said quietly, not looking at me. “I know this isn’t… for real… but I’ve really missed you Tristan.”
I couldn’t help it. I looked over at her and grinned like a loony.
“I’ve really missed you too, sunshine.”
She looked over, and gave me a smile that had my heart skipping and my whole body warming.
“Really?”
“Really. It’s nice being home with Rosa and everyone, but God I missed you.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned over, laying her head on my shoulder, and she started to move her hand, stroking my thigh gently. I lifted my hand, stroking softly over her hair, careful not to disturb the clip, and she sighed. It was lovely, and it felt good having her close again, but I’m a red blooded male, and after a few minutes of her hand stroking my thigh, side effects began to occur.
I shifted a little in my seat, and she sat up.
“Sorry, am I making it hard to drive?”
“Not at all, just um…” What the hell did I say?
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just I haven’t seen you for a week, and before that you were quite busy catching up with classes, and you spent time in the gym and with Bast, but I didn’t see you much…” I was rambling. Why was I rambling? It was never hard for me to talk to girls, but then, I was starting to realise that Paige wasn’t just any girl now. She meant something. I sighed.
“I’m sorry. You look hot as hell, and you were stroking my leg, and now I’m really fucking hard.”
She looked at me for a moment, and I actually fucking blushed. I would give any God up there thanks that it was dark and she couldn’t see it. Instead, she grinned, and slid her hand further up my leg.
“Is that so?” Her fingers slid down between my legs, stroking along my inner thigh and I sucked in my breath.
“It’s an hour’s drive, Paige. Men have died from being hard for a lot less time with no relief.”
She laughed. “Well, I’d hate to be responsible for your death, Tristan.”
Her hand moved higher, cupping my balls through my thin trousers and I groaned.
“Fuck, Paige.” I shifted sliding a little further down in my seat so she had better access. She moved up, gripping my cock through my trousers and if I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. Thank fuck for cruise control.
“Who knew car journeys could be so much fun?” She said, and there was a wicked twinkle in her eyes that I hadn”t seen before. I loved it.
I tried to focus on the road ahead, but then I felt her hand move upwards, unbuckling my belt, and undoing my trousers. My heart pounded as her fingers slipped down under my boxers and I barely managed to keep the car on the lane as she pulled me free from the confinements of my trousers.
I took in a sharp breath as her cool fingers wrapped around me, sending shivers up my spine. She began moving her hand in steady strokes up and down while I fought to maintain control over both myself and the car. I wanted to pull over by the side of the road right then and there but I didn”t.
“Drive faster,” she whispered into my ear, her hot breath making my skin prickle with anticipation.
“What?”
“You heard me. I don’t know much about cars, but I bet this one could really move.”
Excitement shot through me at her words and I floored it. The car shot forward, engine growling loudly. Thankfully the road was quiet. Not that it mattered. I’d never had a speeding ticket stick yet. Feeling her hand on me as my car roared beneath us was exhilarating and one hell of a turn on. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I fought to maintain control over both the car and my senses. My other hand lay over her shoulders, my thumb rubbing up and down her bare neck.
She shifted in her seat next to me, leaning down, and suddenly I felt the velvet heat of her mouth wrapping around my cock.
“Fuck, Paige!” I gasped out, as she slid down, taking my length into her. Her tongue swirled around me, drawing out a low groan.
Her mouth was warm, her tongue swirled and teased, and I was losing it, fast. My knuckles turned white as they gripped the steering wheel, my other hand threading into her hair, holding her in place. She hummed around me, pulling back and then sinking down again.
“Christ,” I gasped, my foot pressing down on the accelerator as if trying to outrun the inevitable. Speedometer blinking 100...110...120... The car shot forward like a bullet. She moaned around me and I swear to God it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“You’re so fucking good at this. God, Paige,” I breathed through clenched teeth, willing myself not to let go right then and there.
I needed to stop this car. Now.
“Fuck.” I quickly scanned the area around us. Country roads flanked by fields on both sides greeted my vision. Not a soul in sight.
I jerked the steering wheel towards an empty lane leading into darkness, tires squealing as the car protested against the sudden change of direction. The Porsche slid through the dirt road shrouded by shadows before coming to a screeching halt.
I left the engine running, and pulled her up by her hair. Her lips were wet, and her tongue snaked out, licking over them. I pulled her against me, kissing her hard. I broke away quickly, both of us gasping for breath.
“Tristan, what…” she started to ask but I cut her off.
“Out.” I commanded. Not waiting for her response, I exited the car and rounded the hood to open her door myself.
She blinked up at me in confusion as I offered my hand to help her out. “Tristan?” she asked again, an edge of apprehension in her voice.
I pulled her into my arms, cutting off any further questions with a searing kiss. After a moment of surprise, she relaxed into my arms, giving herself over to the kiss.
I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to the front of the car so her heels didn’t get dirty and sat her on the hood.
“Tristan!” she gasped, as I traced a hand up her thigh and under her skirt, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. Her breath hitched as I touched her there.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, hovering over her. Her answer was a head shake, followed by a small whimper as I slipped my hand inside.
She was slick and hot and I groaned at the feeling. My body ached to be inside of her. I grabbed her underwear, sliding them down over her legs and heels, and tucking them into my pocket. Reaching out, I tugged the bodice of her dress down under her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples tightened instantly in the icy cold air. I let out a low growl at the sight of her bare skin, the moonlight catching on the swell of her breasts.
“Christ,” I murmured, bending down to capture a pert nipple in my mouth.
She gasped, arching off the car hood as I teased and sucked. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her as if scared I”d pull away. I loved the sounds she made, a mix of gasping and moaning, it was like music to my ears. I switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention, and her response was just as fervid.
“Tristan...” she whispered my name, an involuntary tremor racing through her body. I didn”t even need to look up to know her eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure.
I straightened up, pausing only to kiss her deeply, groaning as her hand wrapped around my cock again. I pushed her dress up, finding the heat beneath and sliding my fingers into her pussy. She moaned into the kiss, then pulled back.
“Tristan, we’re going to dent your car!”
“Fuck the car,” I growled, curling my fingers inside her, loving the way she closed her eyes, gasping. “I’d write the damn thing off, if it meant being able to fuck you right now.”
She grew even wetter at my touch, and I used my other hand to work her dress up out of the way. Bast would kill me if I ruined it before she even got to the party.
Paige gasped at the feel of the cold metal against her body.
“I’ve been dreaming of you all week,” I said, fingering her slowly. “Your eyes, your lips, this sweet pussy.”
She moaned at my words, pushing her hips towards me, but I moved slower, teasing her like she had me.
“Tristan, please,” she whimpered, her hands clenching on the edges of the hood beneath her. Her body shivered with anticipation, and I revelled in the sight.
“Please what, Paige?” I whispered in her ear, my tongue flicking out to trace along the shell. She hitched in a breath, pressing closer and I chuckled lowly at her response. “Tell me what you want.”
“I...I want you...” she managed to gasp out.
I could. I knew she was on birth control, but it was our first time. Did she really want it to happen here?
“Are you sure, Paige?”
She nodded, blue eyes looking up at me. “I don’t want to wait any longer, Tris. Please.”
Her voice was low, desperate. It filled me with satisfaction knowing she wanted this as much as I did.
“God, Paige,” I growled. “You don”t know how glad I am to hear you say that.”
I pulled her further forward, and gripped my cock with my hand, stroking it over her pussy.
“God, Paige,” I groaned out. “You”re so fucking wet for me.”
“Tristan,” she moaned. “Please. I want you inside me.”
“I love you,” I murmured, pressing the head of my cock against her. “You don’t need to say it back, but I want you to know. I”ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
I didn’t wait for her to reply, instead I pushed into her slowly, relishing in her gasp of surprise. Her hands clung to my shoulders as she adjusted to my size. Once fully sheathed inside her, I stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust.
“You ok?” I asked.
She nodded. “Make love to me, Tris.”
With her consent given, I started moving in a slow rhythm, tension coiling tight within me. The feel of her surrounding me was intoxicating and overwhelming. Her body moved with mine flawlessly. I pushed her back onto the hood, slipping my arms under her legs so I could get deeper inside her. I’d wanted this for so long, and it was even better than I’d imagined.
Her back arched off the hood of my car as I drove myself inside her and her whimpers grew into loud moans as I picked up the pace. Her legs wound around my waist, pulling me deeper and closer. Every little hitch in her breath, every moan that filled the quiet night, drove me on. I was lost in her, drowning in her moans and gasps. I had no idea how much I needed this until now.
The heat building inside of me was unbearable, pushing me to go faster, harder. Her body responded in kind, meeting each thrust with her own. It was ecstasy and agony all at once as we moved together under the stars.
“Tristan,” she gasped out between pants. “I”m... I”m...”
“I know, sunshine,” I murmured, feeling how tight she is around me. “Let go for me.”
And then she shattered beneath me, her cry echoing through the still country air. Her body spasmed around mine and it took all my control not to join her, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible.
“Tris...oh, God, Tris!” She gasped my name like a prayer, her fingers digging into my arms.
“Say my name again,” I demanded. Her body was trembling with pleasure under mine, and I could feel her tightening around me. The sight of her lying beneath me, all laid bare and vulnerable to my touch... it was too much. It was a natural high that no amount of weed or booze could ever match.
The car creaked in protest, but we were beyond caring. The only sound I cared about was Paige”s sharp gasps and the delicious way she kept saying my name. My hands dug into her hips, guiding our rhythm as pleasure started to overtake me.
“Paige,” I groaned, pressing my forehead onto hers. “I need more.”
“Harder,” she mustered strength to gasp out, her fingers clawing my back. I let go of all restraint at her words, indulging in the raw sensations that consumed me. She moaned louder as I slammed into her harder, the car rocking beneath us.
It was raw. It was untamed. It was everything I ever wanted from her.
I wanted to feel her come again, feel her pussy clench my cock. I reached round her leg, finding her clit, circling it with my fingers and she cried out.
“Fuck, Tris!”
I was close, so damn close, but I wouldn”t let myself go until she had reached her peak.
“Paige,” I groaned, my voice raspy with need. “I need you to come for me again.”
I moved faster inside her, our bodies colliding in a frantic rhythm. Wetness seeped from her onto the hood of the car as we pushed each other closer to the edge.
My thumb rubbed faster on her clit, and I fought desperately not to come, not wanting this to end. Her hips arched, pushing against me, and her back arched again, pushing her breasts up towards the moon. I stretched forward, taking one in my hand, rubbing her hard, cold nipple. The motion took me deeper, changing the angle and I felt her buck under me.
Hot pleasure surged through me at her cry, the way she writhed underneath me. “That”s it, sunshine,” I whispered in her ear. “Give it to me.”
She screamed my name as she climaxed, her body arching off the hood of the car to meet my thrusts.
The sight was spellbinding; watching her fall apart for me was an indescribable pleasure. I grinned, watching her unravel all over again, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure. She was a sight to behold, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as she came. Feeling her clamp down on me sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her as I came, my own orgasm ripping through me with a force so powerful it left me breathless.
“Jesus, Paige,” I murmured against her skin. She clung to me, gasping for air. I slid my arms out from under her legs, and she sat up, wrapping her legs around me to keep me inside her, as I took her in my arms. She was shaking, but I didn’t think it was from the cold.
After a long moment of silence, filled with nothing but our heavy breathing and racing hearts, I captured her lips once more in a soft kiss.
“I love you too,” she whispered against my lips before pulling away. Her eyes sparkled under the faint moonlight that filtered through the tree branches overhead, and my heart felt as though it would burst.
I leaned over her, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. “You okay?” I asked between kisses.
She nodded, breathing heavily. “I”m more than okay.”
Her fingers traced along my jawline and down to the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I reluctantly stepped back, pulling out of her, she moved to pull down her dress but I stopped her with a gentle touch.
“I love that you’ve got my cum inside of you,” I said, sliding my fingers down between her legs, capturing the essence that had escaped and pushing it back inside her pussy. “That you’ll be walking around with it at the party.”
She blushed at my words and I laughed. Even after we just had sex in the middle of nowhere, she was still shy and innocent.
“Think of it as me claiming my stake,” I said, rubbing my fingers down the inside of her thighs, coated with her wetness and my cum.
She smiled. “I don’t think anyone else would want me, so that’s good.”
I shook my head, and lifted her up in my arms, carrying her around to the car door.
“You’re crazy. You look incredible tonight, though I hope you’ve got a comb in your bag.”
She laughed. “I do.”
“Good. We’re about twenty minutes away, so you’ve got time, but I’m afraid we’re a little late.”
“Worth it,” she grinned up at me.
“Totally worth it, and I am definitely going to brag to Bast and Nate when we get there, I hope you know that.”
She laughed as I walked round the car, climbing back into the driver’s seat.
“Now, you little minx, can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself this time?”
She nodded, her face a picture of innocence. “I’ll behave.”
“Good.” I started the car, and reversed until I could find somewhere to turn around. “Though, for future reference, I have six cars and I feel we should try them all out…”