Chapter 34 #2
Next to me, Tristan gulped. I reached a hand out to squeeze Rob’s shoulder.
“I give you my word. If I ever hurt Tristan again, I’ll buy the gun so you can shoot me.
” Rob attempted to hide his chuckle but failed.
“And let me assure you, your job is safe,” I continued, deciding to tell him now about the decision I’d come to on my drive over here.
“In fact, I’d like to talk to you at some point about you becoming an equal partner in the company. ”
Rob’s jaw dropped open as he gaped at me. “Oh…I…uh.”
His eyes lit up in a way I’d never seen before, and the feeling of euphoria coursed through me again. Rob had been nothing but loyal to me and the company, he deserved a promotion, and one that would see him and his family financially stable for the rest of their lives.
“Are you coming in or what?” Ivy snapped, appearing behind Rob and placing her hand on her hip. “We’ve still got presents to open.”
“Yes, of course. Come in,” Rob said, opening the door wider as he followed Ivy into the living room.
Tristan beamed as he pulled me across the threshold and into the warmth of the Crutchens’ home. “Yeah, come on. Dad’s cooking the turkey, and he always does a banging job.”
Having never experienced a family Christmas—the ones in the homes didn’t count, they were just like any other day—I didn’t know what to expect. But as I washed the dishes, I couldn’t help the enormous smile that was plastered to my face.
It had been a lot of fun. After opening presents, we played board games, which mainly resulted in Holly and Ivy bickering, before we squeezed around the small table to enjoy the delicious meal Emma and Rob had spent hours cooking.
I thought I would feel out of place as I watched the family, but all of them, Emma included, went out of their way to make sure I was part of their day, and I couldn’t have been more grateful to them for accepting me, even after my fuck up.
When dinner was finished, and Emma, Rob, and Tristan had fallen asleep on the couch, and Ivy and Holly lost themselves playing with the Nintendo Switch that Tristan had bought them, I disappeared into the kitchen to wash the dishes and tidy up.
It was the least I could do, even if it seemed like Rob and Emma had used every single dish and utensil they owned.
Maybe next year, I’d buy them a dishwasher for Christmas.
Soft footsteps padded behind me, and my smile grew even bigger when arms wrapped around my waist and Tristan’s scent engulfed me.
“You didn’t have to do the dishes. I would have done them,” he said, pressing his lips to the crook of my neck.
Placing the last dish on the side and drying my hands on a towel, I twisted to face him, grasping his hips. “I didn’t mind. Besides, you still need to rest.” I kissed his forehead, loving having him back in my arms where he belonged.
Tristan waggled his brows. “I definitely feel rested. In fact, I have some energy to burn. Want to see my room?”
I chuckled, his suggestive tone hitting me straight in the cock. “Lead the way.”
Taking my hand, we crept past the living room, peering in. Rob and Emma were still fast asleep, and the twins were engrossed in whatever game they were playing. Tristan and I shared a knowing grin as he tugged my hand.
The stairs creaked as we tiptoed up them. When Tristan pulled me into a room, I had about two seconds to glance around before he was pressing me against the door, and his mouth was claiming mine.
“I missed you,” he whispered between kisses.
I nibbled his bottom lip, admitting my biggest fear. “I thought I’d lost you.”
Tristan pulled back, cupping my face with both hands and giving me that goddamn smirk I loved so much. “You think you would have gotten rid of me that quickly, baby? Don’t you know bugs are irritating little critters that always find a way back to annoy you.”
He began unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers skating over my chest and sending a shiver down my spine as my cock thickened in my pants. “I hope you always come back, Bug.”
“Just don’t push me away too often,” he replied, a hint of solemnness in his tone.
“Never again.” I captured his mouth, our tongues twirling in a sensual dance as he lowered my shirt down my arms and threw it on the floor.
“I need you inside me,” Tristan groaned against my mouth.
My cock very much liked the idea of that.
Yanking his shirt over his head, I glanced over his shoulder, the shirt dropping from my hands to join mine. “Uh, Bug…as much as I really want to bury my cock in you, I think we might have a problem.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
I spun him around so he could face into his tiny bedroom that was only big enough to house a single bed and a chest of drawers. “Neither of us are particularly small. I don’t think we’ll both fit on a single bed. Plus, that headboard looks like it’ll bang against the wall. Your parents will hear.”
He twisted back to face me, a devious grin on his face as he unbuckled my pants. “I’ve got an idea, but you’ll have to be quiet.”
I hissed as he freed my cock, his thumb swiping over the tip. “I can’t make any promises.”
Releasing me, he removed his sweats and boxers while I kicked my pants away. My breath caught when I returned my attention to him; he stood before me naked, his hand wrapped around his cock, heat blazing in his eyes.
Fuck. I had no clue how I’d gotten so lucky.
“Come here,” Tristan said, holding his hand out for me.
I took it, allowing him to pull me to the bed where he gently shoved me down, instantly climbing over to straddle me. Our cocks rubbed together as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips.
My entire body ached with the need to be inside him as our hands explored each other’s bodies, our tongues circling slowly. Breaking the kiss, Tristan lifted up and reached into the chest of drawers that were next to his bed. He rummaged around, pulling out an unopened bottle of lube.
Making quick work of opening it, he squeezed a generous amount into his hand before shifting back so he could rub the lube up and down my shaft.
“Remember. Keep quiet,” he said, giving me a playful grin as he abandoned the bottle and lifted up, positioning himself so that as he lowered, my cock speared his tight hole. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, his features twisting into pure bliss.
“Sssh,” I hissed, but when he pushed me the rest of the way in, I couldn’t help my own groan as I grasped his hips. “You feel so fucking good at this angle, Bug.”
“Sssh,” he whispered, grinning at me.
He lifted up before lowering himself again, and holy shit. How was I supposed to keep quiet?
Moving up and down, up and down, Tristan rode my cock at a torturously slow pace. After several minutes, he tried to increase his pace, only to have to slow down again when the headboard banged against the wall.
My eyes remained glued to him; the way his abs tensed every time he lowered down, how his brows narrowed as he concentrated on making this feel good for us, and the way his throat stretched when he threw his head back.
He was breathtaking.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” I panted, trying to keep my voice low. “Stroke yourself, Bug. I want to watch you come while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
He immediately obeyed, wrapping his hand around his length and jerking his wrist in short, sharp tugs.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed. “I’m gonna come.”
Distracted by his impending climax, he stopped moving. I tightened my grip on his hips, thrusting up into him. His ass clenched around me when come shot from his tip, coating my stomach and chest. My own orgasm slammed into me. I stilled deep inside him, spilling every drop of come I had to give.
With both our cocks spent, he collapsed onto my chest, my cock slipping free. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as we caught our breath, and placed kisses on the top of his head. Tristan released a contented sigh, kissing my chest, and that was how we stayed for God knows how long.
Eventually, he shifted to look up at me. “What are you thinking?”
“That I didn’t get you a Christmas present,” I replied truthfully, stroking his cheek.
He lifted himself a little. “Are you kidding? Baby, this—” he waved, indicating my body “—is the best present I could have ever asked for.”
“I knew you just wanted me for my body,” I teased.
“It’s a pretty hot body to be fair.”
With some coordination so we didn’t fall off the small bed, I flipped him onto his back, covering his body with mine, and feeling his release sticking between us. “I love you, Bug.”
An affectionate smile spread over his mouth. “I love you too.”
“Does this mean that we’re no longer friends who casually fuck in secret?”
He snorted. “I mean, we can still be friends, but I think our secret is out.”
“How about boyfriends?” I asked, my cheeks heating.
Christ, I was a thirty-seven-year-old man, and I’d just asked him to be my boyfriend. I felt like a teenager. And yet, I couldn’t help the exhilaration that powered through me.
Tristan’s eyes sparkled with adoration. “Boyfriends, huh? That sounds very official.”
I shrugged. “In for a dime, in for a dollar. So, will you be my boyfriend?”
He reached up, brushing his lips against mine. “Yeah, baby. I will.”