Dirty Little Mistake (Hard to Love #2)

Chapter 28

Camryn

R olling onto my back, I blew out a heavy sigh. The digital clock on my nightstand blinked 2:37 AM, its white glow a silent accusation. My body ached with exhaustion from hours of dance today, yet my mind raced, denying me the sleep I craved.

My mind wandered to Trystan, and a slow smile spread across my face as my insides fluttered. Everything had changed between us while he was home. He'd been there for me. Making sure I was okay when I didn't have anyone else. He sat with me in the hospital waiting room, making sure I ate, comforted, and reassured me when I thought I was going to lose my best friend, but thankfully, I didn't.

My phone beeped, and I smiled. For the last two weeks, Trystan texted after all his shows, and sometimes, we would talk all night. I loved it. I loved that he chose me when I knew he had hundreds of groupies there willing to fulfill his every fantasy, but he chose to talk to me thousands of miles away, knowing there was no chance of a happy ending.

I picked up the phone and opened my messages.

Trystan: Are you sleeping?

My lips curved upward, and my pulse quickened, a familiar warmth spreading through my chest at the sight of his name on my screen.

Camryn: Nope. How was your concert?

The little bubble popped up, and I pushed myself up to a sitting position and pulled my knees to my chest.

Trystan: It would have been better if you were here. How was class?

Camryn: Exhausting. We are getting ready for our end-of-year showcase.

Trystan: Am I invited?

I reread the text. This was my third year at Royal Academy of the Arts, and never once had Trystan been to one of my performances. Last year, Jax and Owen came, but even though Trystan was invited, he didn't come.

Camryn: Invitations will go out later this year.

I added a smiling emoji, trying to play it cool. Plus, who knew where Trystan and I would end up. Right now, things seemed like he was actually invested, but with his commitment issues, who knew what would happen?

Trystan: Busy day?

Camryn: The usual. Grabbed dinner with Jax and Owen at the bar after class since Kaia was working.

The bubble didn't immediately pop up. In fact, it didn't pop up for so long that I thought he'd left the chat. I'd started to type 'Are you still there?' when the bubble popped up again.

Trystan: Owen?

Now, I understood. He was jealous.

Camryn: Yes, problem?

The bubble popped back up and then disappeared and then reappeared over and over like he couldn't decide how he wanted to respond, and for some reason, that made me giggle, but my chest tightened when it completely disappeared.

My phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, fumbling with my phone to keep it from hitting the floor.

It was Trystan.

I sucked in a deep breath and slid right to answer.

"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick with almost-sleep, which made my voice low and seductive.

"Damn," he groaned, his voice dropping an octave, and I could picture him biting down on his bottom lip and toying with his lip ring. "You have that sexy, sleepy voice right now."

I ducked my head, cheeks flushing. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't apologize, baby," Trystan purred, his voice like warm honey through the phone. He paused, then added with a hint of vulnerability, "It just makes me miss you more. Can you do something for me?"

"What's that?"

"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

"What do you want to talk about?" I fell back against my bed and rolled to my side.

"Anything but Owen."

I sucked in a heavy breath as my mind reeled with what to talk about and decided to make him really miss me.

"Do you want to hear about my dream last night?"

"Mmhmm..."

I lowered my voice and closed my eyes. "You showed up at my window in the middle of the night." I still remembered the dream clear as day.

"Oh yeah?" He perked up, curiosity coloring his tone.

"Yeah, it was raining."

"So I was wet?"

"Soaking wet."

"And what were you doing?"

"Sleeping," I answered. "You stripped down and crawled into bed with me."

He released a low, throaty groan. "And what were you wearing?"

"Nothing. The heat of your wet naked body curling into mine woke me up."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it," I flipped to my back.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so fucking hard right now. I miss you. I miss touching you. I miss the feel of your body against mine." I squeezed my eyes closed, picturing his hands on me. "Did you touch yourself when you woke up from your dream?"

"Yes." The word came out as barely more than a whisper, my throat suddenly dry.

"Did you fantasize it was me touching you, making you come?"

"Yes." I paused for a brief moment before asking. "Are you touching yourself now?" My heart raced, anticipation and nerves battling for dominance.

"Yeah, baby," he purred. "Your picture is on my phone, and your sweet fucking voice is in my ear. What about you?"

"I am, but I wish it were you. It's not the same."

"I wish I was there right now. I wish it were my mouth on you. Tell me what I did to you in your dream."

"You curled into me, your cock was already hard against my ass."

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, and I could hear his wet strokes through the phone, and I squeezed my thighs together to alleviate the throb.

"You kissed my neck and ran your hand down my side over my curves." I ran my fingertips up and down my sternum. "Before sliding it around and cupping my breast."

"A full fucking handful," he mumbled.

"You teased my body until I couldn't take anymore; I needed you to fuck me."

"Do you need me to fuck you now?"

"Yes." I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his face when he came to my words. I hit the FaceTime button, and my face appeared on the screen while it rang, waiting for him to answer.

His gorgeous face, covered in darkness, appeared on the screen. "Did you want to see me come to your words, your voice, your pretty face?"

I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded.

"Only if you're going to come with me."

I shifted in the bed and put the phone on the stand beside my bed, angling it so I could see him, and he could see all of me. I kicked the covers off, giving him a full view of my naked body, and he did the same. Like my room, his room was dark, with only the glow of the phone giving enough light to see him and only him.

"I need you to come for me, baby," he said. "I need to hear you come undone."

"Talk dirty to me," I whispered.

The corner of his lips tugged up into a grin as he bit down on his lip ring. "God, I fucking miss you. You know what I would do to you if you were here right now?"

I shook my head as my hand sank between my thighs, and I closed my eyes as I let his deep voice surround me. "Tell me."

"If you met me at the door, I would kiss you so fucking hard you couldn't breathe. I'd pick you up and carry you to the bed." I spread my legs slightly as I ran my fingers through my slick heat. "I would strip you down to nothing and press my lips to every inch of your body." I circled my clit as my eyes opened, focusing on his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he pumped his hand up and down.

"Fuck," I moaned, finding a rhythm that set my body on fire. It wasn't the same as having his hands on me, but it was better than not having him at all.

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Come for me." He jerked his hand fast, and I increased the speed until my toes curled. "I'm so close, but I need you to come with me."

"What else?" I asked, not wanting him to stop.

He smiled. "When I was done tasting every inch of your body, I would spread your legs wide and slide my cock through your soaking wet pussy until your ready..."

"Oh fuck," I cried out. My eyes squeezed shut, and my back arched as pleasure erupted through me. Within a matter of seconds, Trystan groaned, and my eyes flashed open to watch him explode on his hand.

It took a few minutes for both of us to catch our breath before we said anything. I sat up and picked up the phone as I moved to grab my robe.

"When can I see you?" Trystan asked out of camera view. "I really need to see you."

I toyed with a loose thread on my robe. "Spring break is coming up. Maybe I could fly or drive to meet you somewhere?"

"I would really like that." He smiled. He paused for a moment, the camera moving around as he picked it up and started walking. "And by the way," he said out of nowhere. "I am jealous. The thought of anyone other than me touching you makes me crazy, but I need to know: are you seeing Owen?"

I paused for a minute, remembering the last article I saw on social media about Trystan and his new girlfriend. "There's been a lot of articles on you and your band," I said. I wasn't ignoring the question, but I needed him to answer me before I could answer his. "Lot of rumors that you're dating some girl."

"Camryn," he said, pulling the phone up so we were face to face. "I need you to hear me. Do not believe everything you read. Nothing is what it seems in the world of fame and fortune. I'm yours until you tell me I'm not."

I couldn't help but smile. "I want you, Trystan. I've always wanted you, but I don't want to play games. If you're not in this, then walk away and let me move on with someone who is."

"I'm in this." Trystan's lips curled into a grin. "I am one hundred percent in this."

"I've heard that before."

"I know. I'm sorry, but I promise this is different. I'm in love with you."

My chest swelled as I let the silence stretch, weighing my words carefully. "Then no. Owen and I... we're still just friends."

His face lit up in a way I'd never seen before. "So, you're my girlfriend then?"

"Yes, but Trystan, if you fuck this up, I'm gone forever." His smile faded, and he nodded. "I'm going to bed. Call me tomorrow."

"Good night, baby."

I disconnected and stared out into the darkness. I wanted to be excited, but I'd been down this road with Trystan before, and he had a way of self-sabotaging himself, but I meant what I said. He wouldn't get another chance.