Dirty Little Mistake (Hard to Love #2)

Chapter 12

Camryn

O wen eased his car to a stop at the end of my gated driveway. Even though the gates were open, I'd insisted that he drop me at the end of the driveway so I could walk up alone. I needed a minute of fresh air to collect my thoughts because the only thing I could think about was Trystan.

How could something that felt so right be so wrong?

I wanted Trystan. I'd always wanted him, and now he was right there, yet so fucking far. He'd always been just out of reach.

Strolling up the long driveway, I flicked a glance back to see Owen's car pull away. My gaze shifted back ahead of me, and my breath caught in my throat when my eyes landed on Trystan. He stood at the top of my driveway, leaning against his bike, wearing a pair of ripped faded jeans and the same black t-shirt he'd been wearing at the bar.

His eyes lifted, and I froze when our gazes collided, my chest aching like all the air had been knocked out of me. My heart leaped into a gallop, my pulse raced, and my stomach bottomed out, twisting with anticipation.

My entire body tensed as he pushed off his bike and stormed toward me. "What are you..."

His hands cupped my face, and he kissed me, swallowing my words. I melted into him, my body softening as my hands curled into his shirt. The kiss was possessive and dominating. He was staking his claim, marking his territory. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn't care.

My nipples tightened, and heat bloomed low in my belly. Why did my body react like this with him? Like it was starving and he was the only one who could feed it the way it needed.

He pulled back, his eyes locking with mine as he pressed his thumbs firmly under my chin, tilting my head up. His mouth was mere centimeters from mine, and the heat of his breath ghosted over my lips. "I'm all in."

I had no idea what that meant exactly, but I didn't care. He was there. He was there for me. My fingers tightened in his shirt, and I pushed up on my tiptoes and smashed my lips to his.

Groaning, he gripped my ass in both palms and lifted me. I hooked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His tongue swept between my lips, tasting mine. The kiss deepened, turning wild and messy.

I didn't realize we were moving until my back hit something hard, and then it was gone. The door. It was the front door.

Thank god no one was home.

My arms around him tightened as I shifted my legs. We dropped onto the couch, him sitting while I straddled his lap without breaking from the kiss.

His hands were everywhere, caressing over every part of my body. Shifting my weight over his lap, I rolled my hips over the thick, hard bulge in his pants. His fingers dug into my ass as he guided me back and forth over him.

Moaning, I broke from the kiss as I stroked my clit over the wide head of his cock.

"Fuck," he grunted.

I straightened, and my gaze met his heated stare as I worked myself faster and harder over him, desperate for more friction. My eyes closed, and my lips parted on a low moan when I found what I was looking for.

"Eyes on me, baby," he purred. My eyes opened, meeting his. "I want to see what you look like when I make you come." He leaned back, thrusting his hips forward, and I whimpered, my body aching for a release. The silent room was filled with our labored breathing and his filthy words. "That's it, baby. Ride me like you're riding my cock. Like I'm inside you, filling that tight sweet pussy."

His words, his touch, the friction, it was all too much. My body vibrated against him, and my head fell back on a moan as my nails curled into his shoulder.

With one hand still on my ass guiding me back and forth, his other wrapped around my throat. "Eyes on me. I want to remember what you look like when you come all over my lap."

That was it. With my gaze locked on Trystan’s deep blue eyes, I screamed out his name as an orgasm ripped through me.

My body collapsed against his, and his warm arms surrounded me. "I want to do that again without clothes," he whispered, his breathing almost as labored as mine.

"Right now," I panted.

He huffed out a breathy laugh. "Will you stay with me at Rockfest?"

My eyes narrowed, remembering what he'd said in my driveway. "What exactly does 'I'm all in' mean?"

"It means for the first time in my life, I can see marriage and kids and a house with a family, but I can only see it with you."

I lifted off his chest, my gaze meeting his. "Are you sure this isn't jealousy talking?"

He shook his head. "I'm not going to lie." His hands curled around my waist. "I've never been a jealous person, but I wanted to break Owen's face tonight."

"So what does that mean?"

"It means that I don't want to share you. I never really did."

My brows pulled together. I should be happy; this was what I had always wanted. What I'd spent night after night dreaming about for years, and yet I wasn't sure this was actually real.

Trystan West had the power to destroy me, and that terrified me.