Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
ALISON
This man! I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone sexier, or had anyone make me feel so damned good. But the way he’s looking at me is predatory, alpha and lustful, mixed with just a sprinkling of sin. The carnal brawn radiating from his every pore has me clinging to him for dear life.
I had planned to gather my things and make a quick exit to my room before he woke up this morning. Tristan was sleeping so solidly I didn’t think he would wake up at all before I left. But the draw of a hot shower in the luxurious bathroom was just too great to pass up.
And now here he is, and I just had his dick in my mouth.
His strong, warm hands wrap around my waist as he leans down and kisses me chastely, but doesn’t let me deepen the kiss before he spins me around and pushes me up against the tiles.
He holds me steady as I press my hands against the marble, reaching down to the back of my kneecap where he helps me bend my leg upward and hitches it under his forearm.
“I’d normally give you an orgasm first, but seeing you on your knees, babe, I need to fuck you hard. ”
“Oh, yes.”
He chuckles and reaches between us to grab his cock that’s pushing into my ass cheeks.
I moan as he swipes it through my crease, stopping at my entrance where he wastes no time in nudging the tip inside.
My spine straightens as I feel the end of his cock.
It sends welcome shockwaves right through me.
“Please, Tris,” I breathe in a rasp. “I need you so bad.”
That seems to be all the invitation he needs to nudge his hips forwards as he slides on in, instantly filling me to the hilt.
I let out a little cry as the sweet invasion blurs my vision.
I’m a little sore from our shenanigans last night, but I’m so wet again from going down on him, and the way he’s touching me now, my body doesn’t seem to care about that.
It’s a sweet sting that I may pay for later, but so be it.
“I need you, too.” His breath is sexy at my ear.
One hand slides up to cup my breast, the other skates down over my hip and across my belly.
His fingertips effortlessly trailing down to my throbbing clit.
He makes little circles around and round, massaging in just the right spot as his hips start to pump back and forth.
It’s so hot and so fucking sexy. I can’t even believe I’m letting him do this raw.
I don’t even have alcohol to blame this time, and my earlier apprehension about him seeing me naked seems to have flown out the window.
He truly does not seem to care about my wobbly bits, my cellulite, or my stretch marks.
“Oh, yes, right there,” I pant. He’s playing with my body like a slide guitar, the cords humming and rippling, and I’m here for every second of it.
“Tristan… oh… oh…” My core pulls from deep within me.
The vibration escalates so fast; the hum of my impending orgasm is well and truly over the horizon and ready to bloom.
Every inch of my body basks a warm, golden haze.
And that’s exactly what it does; it bursts through me, tightening around his cock that’s buried deep inside.
My cries echo around the bathroom, his sexy body pumping behind me furiously until he lets out his own release a moment later in a drawn out guttural groan.
His fingers still circle my clit as he empties himself, his cock throbbing inside me as the aftershocks still have me seeing stars.
Every cell of my body feels more alive than it has in years, and it’s all because of him. Tristan Lucas. My archenemy turned sex God.
But as his hips come to a still and his hand drags up from between my legs to my stomach, it doesn’t feel like he’s so much of my enemy anymore. Far from it.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe. Loving the way he stays seated inside me and holds my back close to his chest, it’s like nothing could come between us right now, not even one of our listing contracts.
“You’re the amazing one, Ali.” He dips his head to kiss my neck with a touch that’s as light as a feather. Slowly easing out of me, he turns me around to face him. “Stay with me today?” He tilts his head.
I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his chest wishing with everything I had that I could stay. “I have to meet my friend Amanda for lunch, then get Clementine from her grandparents,” I say.
He smooths his hands up and down my arms as the water ricochets off his back, sending little sprinkles of water in my direction. “What time?”
“I’d have to leave about one o’clock.”
“I can get a late check out,” he says with certainty. “Stay with me a little longer, please?”
I bite my lip. It’s not that I don’t want to, I very much do, but is it going to be harder the longer we prolong this? We have to leave each other at some stage.
I mean, it was just a onetime thing, right? “Trist?—”
He leans in and seals his mouth over mine before I can finish my sentence. “We can order breakfast and hang out for a few more hours?”
“Hang out?”
“Probably the least I can do after everything.”
My heart flutters, and I know it’s stupid. We can never be a thing, but for a moment it’s a nice thought. I feel safe. And damn it, I’m going to enjoy the last of the few hours we have together.
“How was the party?” Lexi is on speaker twenty-minutes into the drive to pick up Clementine after I stopped in to meet Amanda for a quick bite and to go over some house stuff.
“It was better than average,” I tell her.
I know I need a serious SOS with my best friends immediately.
Leaving Tristan was no mean feat and that is a surprise in itself.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a one-night stand before, or maybe it’s just because he made me feel so good.
But it wasn’t just me imagining that we shared something other than just pure, unadulterated, raw, raunchy sex last night.
During a very satisfying breakfast on the balcony with him, we chatted and laughed like we were old comrades and had been for years.
Then, we had one last little interlude in bed where he held my hands above my head and ravaged me with sexy, unwavering rolls of his hips, missionary style.
He took his time, long and slow, like he knew it would be the last time and wanted to make the most of it.
Neither of us mentioned what would happen next, or what any of it meant when we got back home.
I mean, it’s inevitable that we’ll run into each other and it isn’t like we needed to exchange numbers. I guess we both need to just get our bearings.
“Better than average?”
“Gareth showed up,” I mutter. “But aside from that, I got through it.” My God, I may go to hell for lying so candidly to my assistant about the ‘hardships’ of last night.
“What? I thought he wasn’t?—”
“Well, so did I, but he did. I’ll fill you in later.
” Lexi isn’t just my amazing assistant that handles more than is probably required of her in every aspect of real estate.
She’s also been my makeshift therapist on the occasion when needed, and she has very practical advice even though she’s almost half my age.
“And Tristan?” she asks. “Did you see him?”
I blow out a breath. That’s a whole new ball game in itself; one I’m not prepared for right now. “Oh, I saw him alright.”
“And you didn’t kill each other?” Even over the speaker, I hear her tentative tone.
“Nope. Not even close.” Though my lady bits are saying otherwise.
“Huh,” she ponders.
“And you know I still have a bone to pick with you over that dinner set up at Ruby’s. I haven’t forgotten about that.”
“It all worked out for the best. If you want someone to blame, take a closer look at Joshie and Mason over at Lucas Property Brothers.”
“The lot of you are in cahoots,” I say, indicating to exit the highway and veering off. “But I suppose it got the deal done.”
“I’ll be in cahoots with Joshua Lucas anytime you want.” Her giggle makes me smile, even if we are in opposition with them. I know Lexi would never offer information across enemy lines, no matter how handsome or charming the opposition may be.
“I’m sure they’re all just as charming as their dad—” I slap a hand over my mouth. It’s like I can’t stop myself when it comes to Mr. Forbes . I seriously need to take a Tylenol and catch up on some sleep when we’re home and stop blurting shit out I can’t even begin to explain.
“Wait, what did you say?”
“I’ve got to go,” I quickly cut her off. I’m so not ready for this conversation. “It’s the hangover talking, that’s all!”
“Boss! Tell!”
“The line is breaking up, talk later.”
“Ali!!!”
I hit the call end button before Lexi beats me into submission. Assistants have that very clever knack of getting to the core of you after they’ve worked for you for so long.
And I know she has flirted with Joshua in the past when their paths have crossed at events and such, but I’m sure she’d never cross the line with him… But then again, I never thought I would with Tristan.
“Honeybee!” I wrap my arms around my daughter as I follow Mom into the kitchen and kiss her flame red hair, just like her mama’s. She blinks up at me with the same emerald eyes as me, and the long lashes of her father. They’re so much better deserved on her.
“Mom!” She wiggles a little and tries to escape me, but it’s mostly halfhearted. “Why are you getting all gooey?”
Mom chuckles as she switches the coffee pot on. Even if it’s getting late in the afternoon, there’s always time for the way my mom makes coffee.
Dad rounds the corner, sees me hugging Clementine, and joins us in our mini reunion. “My girls,” he chuckles, reaching over and kissing me on the side of the head. “It’s wonderful to see the three of you all here together.”
It sparks something in my chest. I have such a deep love for my folks for everything they’ve ever done for me: they helped me emotionally during those difficult years of trying to get pregnant, then later, after my bitter divorce.
And I’m grateful for my daughter for being such a wonderful light when the world got really dark.
She’s a good kid and I’m proud of her. Even if sometimes she doesn’t want me trying to hug and kiss her after not seeing her for just twenty-four hours.
“We need to do this more,” I say, emotion etched in my voice, coming from nowhere.
And I can’t help but feel a little guilty about my all-night sex-a-thon bender with Tristan while my daughter was here hanging out with her grandparents.
Does it make me irresponsible? I mean, what kind of mother runs off to Palm Springs and gets drunk in front of her ex-husband and practically assaults her archrival in front of all her former classmates?
Then goes and slings back tequila shots at the bar like they’re going out of fashion, before letting said enemy ravage her until the sun came up?
But the more I think about it, the easier it feels.
The more it’s sitting okay with me. Maybe having fun and letting my hair down is just an idea I need to get used to?
I mean, the world didn’t fall apart just because I had a good time last night.
If anything, it only made things better.
I guess I’m just so used to not doing anything for myself other than being a busy working mom. I really have forgotten how to have fun, or that I’m allowed to.
But now there’s Tristan plaguing my thoughts, and I don’t know for the life of me how I’m ever going to get him out of my head.