Chapter 20 #3
So many years he spent thinking about the time they spent together and what could have or should have happened differently; about the woman he loved and lost and how hopeless he felt that she would never find her way back to him.
But as he walked quietly up the stairs and back into his bedroom where Tessa was tucked safely into his bed, he felt an intense wave of peace come over him.
For whatever reason, this was exactly how things were supposed to work out.
The universe had a funny way of making sure the stars always aligned, and as Tristan snuck into bed and pulled Tessa’s warm, sleepy body against his, he looked down at her and appreciated the woman she was; the woman she became in the 10 years they were apart.
As much as Tristan loved her back then, he was still immature and selfish. He couldn’t help but think that even if they did stay together when they were in college, that their youth, inexperience, and emotional immaturity would have eventually torn them apart.
Maybe Tessa leaving was the best thing she could have ever done for them.
Tristan dropped his head into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting his eyes prick with tears full of gratitude for the woman in his arms.
Tessa stirred lightly, a small whimper escaping her lips as she came back into consciousness and sank even deeper into his strong arms that were wrapped around her middle.
“Trist,” she whispers into the quiet room, tiling her head and allowing him access to her neck, which his lips immediately latch onto.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” he whispers against her skin.
“Only a few times,” she answers with a giggle that quickly gets caught in her throat as she feels his large hand trace down her body, his fingers just barely grazing across the exposed skin of her belly, making her abdomen clench at his touch. “I’d prefer if you showed me.”
Tristan groaned against her neck, hearing the smile in her voice and feeling her gently wiggle her ass back against his already rock-hard erection. Without any further hesitation, he dips his hand in between her thighs, slowly and gently circling her clit.
She instantly lets out a long moan, feeling her whole body ignite with fire and lust for the man behind her; the only man who has ever truly set her on fire.
“Having you with me tonight was better than any game I’ve ever won,” he whispers, turning her head to capture her lips in a greedy kiss. “And I don’t ever want to spend another moment without you.”
Tessa’s body trembles as he slips two large fingers into her entrance which is quickly becoming warm and slippery with her arousal, and she eagerly and greedily meets his tongue with hers.
After a few minutes, the ache between her legs is becoming unbearable, and she starts frantically pulling her pants and panties down her legs.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Tristan growls into her ear, giving her plump ass a soft smack before pulling his own clothes quickly off his body.
She doesn’t respond with words, but instead mewls like a desperate kitten, scooting back against him and reaching between her legs to find his cock.
“Put me in, baby,” he says once his cock springs free. He comes back up behind her and juts his hips forward, and her hand grips and rubs at his length. He lets out a low groan at the contact and almost loses himself the second he feels the head of his dick press against her soft lips.
“Oh, God,” Tessa moans shamelessly as he pushes inside of her, one hand gripping her hip in a possessive hold while his other arm is snaked under her head, holding her close to him and giving him complete control of the messy kisses he hungrily places into her mouth.
They both easily find a rhythm together, the sound of wet skin slapping in a frenzied dance of unrestrained desire filling up the room around them, only intensifying the act that was equal parts love and lust.
Tristan takes his hand that is gripping her hip and moves it to splay out across her lower belly, and her hand instinctively comes up to rest on top of his.
“What do I have to do baby,” Tristan groans into her ear. “What do I have to do for you to let me knock you up?”
Tessa’s hand squeezes his, and she turns to face him, met with the most intense look of primal need she’s seen from him thus far, and she just wants to give him any and everything he asks for.
“You want to put a baby in me?” she says against his lips, their heavy breaths mixing together as Tristan’s hips pick up speed.
“So fucking bad,” he says, and he groans when he feels her walls tighten around him, letting him know the idea of it gets to her just as much as it does him.
“I want that too…oh fuck,” she cries out when his fingers find her swollen clit, and she’s suddenly on the precipice of an earth-shattering orgasm.
“What birth control are you on?” he asks, his voice rough and breaking with need.
“IUD removed last year,” she barely gets the words out as her head thrashes from side to side, her whole body shaking from being so close to release. “On the pill now.”
“MMmmm,” he hums in approval as he removes his fingers from her clit and suddenly slows his movements. “So this should be easy, then.”
“Why the fuck are you stopping,” her head shoots up and she looks at him over her shoulder, wanting to smack the stupid cocky grin off his face.
“I want you to stop taking your pills,” he says dryly, as if he’s asking her to pick up his dry cleaning.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says. He can tell she’s trying to be defiant for fun, but her blue eyes are also glittering with a mixture of excitement and hope – telling him that she’s relieved that he’s just as serious as she is.
“I also recall a little bet we made,” he says, his cock teasing at her entrance and his fingers dancing lazily across her clit, just barely providing contact.
“Tristan, no,” she pants desperately, trying to move her hips back and forth, trying with shameless neediness to find some type of friction from him. “Please don’t torture me.”
“All you have to do is agree, Tessa,” he says, pushing his cock about an inch of the way in. “Tell me you’ll throw out your pills tomorrow and I’ll let you come.”
“Please, Tristan, it aches. I need to come, please.”
“Say it, Tessa,” he pulls all the way out, and she lets out a breathy whimper before turning back over her shoulder to make direct eye contact.
“I swear I’ll stop taking them,” she says, eyes teary with need. “I want to have your baby inside me. I promise I’ll stop – ooooohhh fuck..”
Tristan dives right back in, plunging his throbbing cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy, groaning at the obscene sound of how unbelievably wet she gets for him, and he finally gives her relief.
His strong fingers find their way back to her clit and he circles the swollen bud, desperate to make her come.
“That’s a good girl,” he says as she starts to fall apart, her body jerking violently, her voice getting caught in her throat from the sheer force and power behind the orgasm that is ripping through her body.
“Come all over my fucking cock, baby. You want me to fill you up? You ready for my come, Tess?”
She tries to get the words out but is still coming down from ecstasy, so instead she nods frantically, her blue eyes shining with tears as she silently pleads for him to give her exactly what she wants.
“Fuck…fuck,” he holds her body tightly against his as he pumps his cock as deep as he physically can get inside her tight pussy, releasing hot spurts of come inside of her and sucking what will surely turn into a hickey on the side of her neck.
“God damn, baby,” he pants into her neck. Their heavy breaths are the only sound that fills the room for several moments as they both allow their bodies to recover, while also cherishing the moment of being so intimately connected and vulnerable.
“Do you mean it?” she whispers after a few moments, too afraid to turn back and look at him. But he grips her chin in his hand and forces her eyes towards his anyway.
“I mean it, Tess,” he says. “Only if you mean it too.”
“I mean it,” she responds with an easy smile. “And I’ve never been as happy as I am right now.”
3 Months Later
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” Tessa asks for the third time as Tristan continues to avoid eye contact with her.
They’ve been in the back of a blacked-out SUV for about 30 minutes now, the only clue Tristan has given Tessa is that he’s taking her somewhere special. He’s been on the off season for a few months now and their free time together is quickly coming to a close.
Tessa’s boss at the New York Times did not agree to let Tessa live outside of New York, and she had no hesitation in turning in her resignation.
She decided to take the few months that Tristan had off to put some feelers out for any other potential opportunities for journalism and was pleasantly surprised to find that the LA Times were interested in bringing her on as a senior journalist. After an easy and productive skype call with the editor in chief, Tessa explained to them that she was now based in Kansas.
She fully expected them to instantly turn her down, but her heart nearly burst with joy when they told her that was fine, she could work remote so long as she came to the quarterly meetings every 3 months.
Her official start date was in a few weeks, and Tristan would start heavily training for a few months before heading to camp, so Tristan had explained that he wanted to take one more opportunity to do something special with her.
“Can’t tell you,” he says flatly as the vehicle comes to a stop and he opens the door.
She follows behind him and gasps when she sees the private jet they had used a few times over the past few months, and then her eyes land on the multiple suitcases behind pulled from the back of the SUV.