Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
ALISON
“There’s no pressure,” he says, his eyes so pretty in the dappled light. “We never thought we’d end up in bed together, so there’s a lot to unpack.”
Is he saying he’s capable of more? Tristan Lucas isn’t the play-boy I’d pinned him up to be? I call him out on that. “You’re photographed all the time at charities with beautiful women,” I remind him.
He chuckles. “That last event? The model joined me without my knowledge on the red carpet by my publicist. It looked like we were together, but we weren’t.”
I narrow my eyes. “Did you sleep with her?” I know he said he hadn’t had sex for six months, but curiosity has the better of me.
His brows furrow. “No! She was young enough to be my daughter!”
“That isn’t what the papers said.”
He rolls me over, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “The papers are lying. They’ll do anything for a story. I’ve got nothing to hide. You can ask Bradley, he’s been living at home with me for a little while, he knows I never go out.”
Why am I so suspicious?
As if reading my thoughts, he cups one side of my face. “I know that rat bastard lied, but I’m nothing like him. I’ve never cheated. Not on my wife, or the couple of relationships I’ve had over the last decade. I’m not what they think I am.” He looks earnest, his eyes, oh God, his eyes kill me.
I press a hand to his chest. “I believe you, but it’s okay to have a past, Tris.
I just don’t know how I feel about a boyfriend.
I’ve had guys hit on me, but I just didn’t know what to do.
” Do I sound pathetic right now? “It’s like he took every inch of my confidence and just flushed it down the toilet.
What’s worse? I have to keep the peace for Clementine.
She was only twelve when we divorced. It was tough on her. ”
“Does she know the truth?”
“She’s old enough to know now, and no, I never told her, but she worked it out for herself. She’s not dumb. Still, I never wanted her to hate him. That was never my intention.”
“You’re a great mom, your daughter loves you,” he tells me. And I know it’s true. Clementine and I have a special bond. In so many ways, she saved me.
“I wanted a baby so badly, and I never thought it was going to happen. The truth is, we were having problems back then, and I was going to leave. Then I found out I was pregnant, after trying for so many years, and we decided to give things another shot,” I say, the words just tumbling out.
“He didn’t want our daughter growing up in a broken home, and I was so deliriously happy at finally having a baby of my own.
I just let his behavior pass. That’s on me. ”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s not on you, Ali.
He was never good enough for you, we both know that.
But it’s like you said, there is no excuse for what he did.
He’s the one who broke the family unit, you have nothing to feel bad about.
He lost the one good thing in his life, aside from his daughter. ”
I take a breath. This shit is hard to talk about, but with Tristan, it feels so natural.
Like I can tell him anything. “I hated him for so long,” I admit.
“And trust me, I don’t want to spend tonight talking about him, or my past, but I’m ready to put it behind me for good. Maybe I have you to thank for that.”
He smiles and it’s genuine. His eyes crinkle at the sides. “Glad I could be of service.”
I push him onto his back, rolling over so I’m on top. I’m brazen when I attack his mouth, his groan rumbling through the both of us as I rub myself against his cock.
Well, he did promise me he was going to do it all ways.
His hands grip my hips, and I grind against him as he lifts his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I watch as he latches on, cupping both of them as I get off, rolling my hips, my tits bouncing in his face. His dick is like steel as I rub myself back and forth.
“Come for me,” he mutters, and on command, I do. If crying out his name was an Olympic sport, I’d surely have the gold medal tonight.
I sit up as I shove him down, holding one hand onto the bedhead, then reaching between us.
“Condom,” he pants.
“I’m on birth control.” I hesitate. “Are you?—”
“Always wear a condom, and I was tested a few months back when I had a medical. I’m clean, Ali.”
I need him like this. Raw. Sexy. Tristan. “I need it.” I know I sound whiny, but I’m desperate. “I need you, Tris.”
He holds the base of his cock and says, “Sit.”
I slide down, my eyes squeezing shut as his fat cock fills me. He’s so damn big. I feel every ridge, every vein, everything. “Oh, my God.”
“You like it, don’t you?” His voice is strangled, barely contained.
“Being in charge? Or your fat cock?”
He chuckles. “Both.”
“Now that sounds promising.”
“Wanna do you on my boardroom table.”
“Don’t get cocky, Lucas. We both know I’ll nail your ass if you even try anything to get the upper hand.”
“Still,” he groans when I slide up, murderously slow. “I think you like having me boss you around in the bedroom.”
“Really?” I slam down and he groans, gripping my hips tighter.“Funny how you say that when you're flat on your back.”
“You drive me fucking crazy.”
I repeat my movements, so slowly, as he rests both arms behind his head. “You need to be taught a lesson, Lucas. ”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s the lesson, baby?”
I lift off, then slam down again as he hisses. “You can’t win all the time.”
He sits up, his mouth on mine as I yelp, his hands are all over my body as his tongue invades my mouth, leaving me breathless. “So ride me like you mean it. Fuck me. Show me no mercy.”
Oh, his words.
I squeeze him between my legs as I slide up and down, my movements faster this time. I shove him back down and he lands on his back with a smirk on his face. I cup my breasts and he reaches up, holding them against my palms as I ride him.
“Fuck, yeah. You look so hot.” His words are strained as I bounce. He trails my skin with his hands, feeling every inch of me. One hand rests on my hip, helping me ride him harder, the other reaches between my legs.
“Oh, Tris!”
He plays with my clit, brushing it so lightly that I see stars. I need more, and I think he knows that. Damn bastard probably wants me to beg, and it’s not beneath me.
“More, please,” I cry.
I’m rewarded with his grin as he bites down on his bottom lip, pleasure written all over his face.
“Fuck, baby, feels so tight with nothing between us. You feel fucking amazing.” He grits his teeth and it turns me on that I do this to him.
That I can make the great, almighty Tristan Lucas fall apart.
“Tris,” I moan, my head tipping back as I start to fall apart. His barely there fingers working magically between my legs, making me want more. “Right there.”
I bounce down on him hard as he growls, and that’s all it takes. I fall apart, as he grips my hip harder, his ass lifting off the bed as he spills inside me. Hot bursts of cum flood me as Tristan calls my name over and over. And it sounds oh, so good.
Was that just me, or was that the orgasm of the century?
I collapse into his arms, panting like I just ran a marathon, and he’s not much better.
“Holy shit,” he mutters into my hair as we struggle to find air. “What are you doing to me?”
I’m not trying to do anything, but I feel it. I know I’m falling for him, and right now I don’t know if it’s just the champagne talking, or if it’s something more.
I don’t want things to go back to how they were; us snarking at one another and him being a dick. But now I can see through all that bravado. We have always had a spark, we just decided to act like fools instead of coming together in a more productive way. Like this.
Could we be more?
I can’t do the sex with benefits, or whatever it is the younger generation calls it. It’s not like we’re friends. Situationship? Yeah, something like that.
My heart beats so fast against his chest, I’m sure he can feel it.
I can’t be sure, but I think I hear him whisper, “You’re a woman to love, Alison.”
Just as my eyes close and I can’t hold my head up anymore. I fall asleep. Just like that. With Tristan still inside me, my libido back on track, and my heart racing like never before, because he’s given me the best night of my life.
I’ll never forget it, and I’ll never be sorry I came to this stupid, damn reunion.