Dirty Little Mistake (Hard to Love #2)

Chapter 15

Camryn

A n electronic beep shattered my nerve. My fingers dug into Trystan's palm, my heart hammering against my ribs.

His voice came, warm and steady. "You're safe." Something clicked shut behind us – a door? "Trust me. I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you."

I knew that, and oddly, I did trust him. He was one of the few people I trusted, along with my aunt and uncle, Kaia, Jax, Syn, and Harlow.

"Almost there." His thumb traced circles on my wrist, the gesture so tender it carved an ache beneath my breastbone.

This was the side of Trystan nobody else got to see - not the tattooed bad boy, not the player with the reputation, but someone capable of such gentle care it made me tremble. He tugged my hand, and I stepped forward, letting him lead me into whatever he had planned. It struck me then that I'd follow him anywhere, and that realization was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

"Trystan?"

"I'm right here," he said, his tone low and seductive but also calming and reassuring. The heat of his body and his masculine scent surrounded me before I ever felt his touch. His hands curled around my waist, tugging me to him. "You ready to take this thing off?"

I nodded.

He shifted as his hands left my hips, and my eyes closed as the blindfold slowly lifted from my face. My eyes eased open, and I gasped as my gaze swept over the room.

We were in a hotel room with one king bed, a large jacuzzi tub in the back corner, and a table and chairs in front of the window wall overlooking the river. The room was dark except for the dozens of flameless candles surrounding it.

The sight hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath. Tears burned behind my eyes, and I swallowed hard against them. I'd always prided myself on being tough, unshakeable - the girl who didn't need grand gestures or promises. But standing here, surrounded by evidence of how much thought he'd put into this moment, my carefully constructed armor cracked.

He did all this for me .

The care in every detail made my chest tight - this wasn't just some casual hookup to him. The Trystan who cultivated his bad-boy image would never admit to arranging rose petals and candlelight. But here he was, showing me a side of himself that felt sacred, private.

"You hate it." His shoulders tensed as he watched me, worry creasing the corner of his eyes. "Don't you?"

"No." The word came out soft as I drank in the scene, a grin spreading across my face. "It's amazing."

No one had ever done anything like this for me before. My eyes shifted to the roses in a vase in the center of the table, with food surrounding them. "I just didn't know you had this in you."

His gaze dropped as he smiled bashfully, and my heart swelled. I'd never seen him like this before. "I wanted it to be special."

"It's perfect." I stepped into his space. His throat worked on a swallow as his eyes followed me. My tongue swept out, wetting my dry lips before sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and biting down. I reached for the button of his pants.

I wanted him now. I'd never wanted anything so bad.

His hand covered mine, stopping me. "We have all night, and I want to take my time." He smiled. "So first we eat."

"And then?"

"And then..." His hands cupped my face. Waited. Made me look at him. The pad of his thumb traced my lower lip, and something dark and hungry flickered in his eyes. "I want to start slow." Another pause. His grip tightened, just enough to send electricity dancing down my spine. "Kiss and touch..." He leaned closer, each word a warm breath against my mouth. "Every. Part. Of. You."

My stomach didn't just flutter – it free-fell.

"I want to taste every part of you. I want to feel that tight little throat close around the head of my cock. I want to feel your sweet pussy clenching around me when you come. I want to feel that tight ass pulsing around my finger while you're riding my cock."

"Wait..."

"Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you." His smile was reassuring, but butt play sounded like more than I was ready to take on my first time. "I want to store it all to memory so that every time I wrap my hand around my cock while I'm gone, I remember you." My pulse raced, and I clenched my thighs together to alleviate the throbbing ache for him between them. His mouth dropped to mine. "I want to fuck you until my balls are empty." My pussy clenched, and I was pretty sure I was soaking wet. "I want to make this pussy fit me like a glove and destroy it for anyone else." Chills rippled through me. There wasn't anyone else. There never would be. Not anyone who made me feel like this. "I want to make this pussy ache. I want it so sore you think about me and this night every time you move." He brushed his lips across mine.

"So," my face twisted with confusion because we had less than twenty-four hours before he had to leave, "are we doing all that tonight?" His lips twisted with a crooked smirk. "Because that doesn't sound like it leaves a lot fre..."

His lips crashed against mine, swallowing my words as his hand slid around my neck, holding me in place, and the other dropped to my waist. The kiss was desperate and messy as he walked me back. The second my lips parted, he shoved his tongue through. My calves hit the bed, and his arm locked around my waist, hoisting me up and crawling onto the bed.

Dropping my back to the bed, he sank his weight into me as his hands frantically roamed over my body as he dominated the kiss.

He tore his mouth from mine. "Fuck," he groaned through heavy breaths, dropping his forehead to mine. "We eat first." His words sounded like he was reminding himself. "Then we finish this. I need you full of energy." He kissed my forehead before crawling off me and then the bed. My eyes widened on the massive bulge hidden behind his jeans as he slid his hand over it, adjusting himself.

"Are you sure you want to wait?" I teased. He cocked his head as his eyes raked over me, and he dragged his tongue over his lip ring in such a dirty way that I clenched my thighs.

"No." He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head. "I don't, but I'm going to. Now, get up before I change my mind."

I pushed off the bed and strolled to the table. "So, is this a date?"

"Yes." He smiled as he strolled around me to the opposite side of the table and pulled out a chair. "It may sound stupid, but I wanted us to have this..." My face twisted with confusion. "A date before we did anything."

"I love it, but why?" That also didn't seem like Trystan's style.

"Because I want this to be real and not some one-night fling before I leave." There was a rawness in his voice I'd never heard before, like he was offering up something fragile and vital.

"So, is it real?" My voice wavered. In all my fantasies about Trystan, I'd never let myself imagine past the physical - wanting more felt too dangerous, too likely to end in heartbreak.

"I guess that depends." His gaze held mine, and for once the cocky facade was gone, replaced by something achingly vulnerable. "On whether you want to be my girl or not..."

My heart slammed against my ribs. All my carefully constructed walls, my promises to myself about not getting attached, crumbled in the face of this unexpected tenderness. I nodded before I could overthink it, before fear could steal this moment. "Yes," I whispered, the word carrying the weight of every defense I was willing to lower for him.

"Then sit down and eat." He smirked, nodding to the chair in front of him. "So I can fuck my girlfriend after."

His girlfriend...

I was his girlfriend.

Trystan West's girlfriend.

I sank into the chair, my legs unsteady. The word 'girlfriend' echoed in my mind. Since the first time I'd seen him, I'd fantasized more times than I could count about this moment, and it was even more perfect than I could have ever imagined. It just sucked that he was leaving tomorrow.