Chapter 11
Emma
Imeet Tristan at his house in order to have a nice fun date in the snow. Buddy is staying with Luna at the front desk of the pet shop. She says he's the best sidekick she's ever had. I park in front of his house. It's a nice cabin with three bedrooms and a hot tub on the back deck.
The snowmobiles are already packed in the back of his truck and excitement bubbles inside me.
I'm not much of an outdoors person, but when Tristan takes me places I really do enjoy it, mainly because I'm with him.
There are things I will not do, and camping in order to go ice fishing is one of them.
I do encourage him to make up the dates because I never know if I will like what he comes up with. I turn my engine off and watch him come out of his cabin. He's all dressed up for our activity in warm gear. He comes over to my door and opens it up for me.
"Hello, handsome."
"Hello, my queen."
He bends down to kiss me and then helps me out of the car. It's always the little things with him. I always feel just like the queen he often calls me.
"Are we going to the Storyville Park?"
"Yeah, yeah. I have a couple of friends coming with us. A doctor at the hospital. Marcus Hall. And the vet at your store, Luke."
I think to myself that two of my sisters would have loved to be included, since they are crushing on those doctors. For now, I'll take the opportunity to get to know them better. When we arrive at the park, the guys are waiting for us and have someone else with them.
"Hey guys. Luke, Marcus, this is my girlfriend, Emma Matthews."
They both say hello to me, and I smile kindly at them. The unexpected person comes over to us.
"Hey, I'm Scott Patterson. I'm part of the team here at the campground. Just making sure you guys are being safe while out there."
"I think we're all set, Scott, thanks." Tristan says.
The guys get the snowmobiles out of the truck, and when we're all set we go spend a wonderful winter morning racing each other all over the park. When it gets close to noon, I signal Tristan.
"Are you okay, Emma?"
"I'm starving. Should we invite the guys for lunch?"
"Actually, I have a surprise for you at home."
"That sounds good. All right, let's go."
Luke and Marcus were fun to spend time with, but I'm definitely in a mood to put in some quality time with my man. When we get back to Tristan's cabin, I feel excitement coming over me once again. I could definitely do this forever with him.
When we go inside the cabin, I see the dining table has already been set.
"Wow, everything looks so fancy. Is there a special occasion I'm missing?"
"I just wanted to treat my queen. Take a seat while I serve the food. It's been cooking all morning."
Wow, he's really going all out if he's been cooking.
"I'm officially impressed."
I wait impatiently on my seat as he brings out some wine for us to drink and then two plates of pot roast.
"This looks and smells delicious."
He sits across from me and smiles.
"It's Mrs. White's recipe. She helped me put it all together."
"Do I have some competition?"
"Unfortunately, she's taken, and I don't think I can take Mr. White."
"I'm so relieved."
We start to eat and I wasn't expecting the explosion of flavor once I take a bite of the meat. It's tender and juicy and has all the flavors you relate to comfort and home. After I've eaten two plates full of pot roast, I can't eat another thing.
"You don't look like you can have dessert."
"I'm about to give birth to a pot roast baby. I think I need to spend some calories with some activity to be ready to eat the dessert."
"Does that mean you want to play?"
"Maybe. What do you have to offer?"
"I thought we could play some video games and then I'll give you a massage."
My ears perk up at the offer of a massage. I will need to digest some of the food in order to not feel bloated.
"I'm in!"
We sit down to play It Takes Two and spend almost two hours of our lives playing. Tristan was the one who introduced me to gaming. I prefer the cozy farm games, but he wanted us to play together. I nudge his foot with mine and wink at him.
"Someone is ready for that massage."
I lift my hand up like an eager student in a classroom who has the answer for the teacher. He chuckles and grabs my hand and kisses the back of it gently. I put down the game controller on the table and let him guide me to the bedroom.
Tristan's bedroom is oddly comforting. It's a manly space, but he somehow made it extra welcoming for me. I really enjoy spending time with him here. I see he's already prepared for this in advance, putting a sheet over the bed and having all the oils he uses on the night table.
He's done this for me before, and he's really talented at it. It makes me get in the mood really fast, and by the end I'm usually ordering him to take me. I don't expect this time to be any different. He turns me around and starts taking my clothes off.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by how caring he is and how he takes care of the little details for us. I let him undress me and he takes his time, placing a kiss here and there as he removes an item of clothing. When I'm in my underwear, I hold his hand and stop him from what he's doing.
"You have this knack for making me feel special. How can I pay that back?"
"We're not keeping score, my queen."
"Maybe we should. You do so much for me."
"I have my reasons."
He stops undressing me and shows me to the bed. I look at him with one eyebrow up, questioning.
"What?"
"No naked massage."
"I want to finish this time. If you're undressed I'll want to go for a happy ending."
"I could do with one of those."
"I want you to relax."
"I want the happy ending."
He sighs in an exaggerated manner, trying to make me think he's giving up, but I know better.
"Will you trust me, Emma?"
When he puts it that way, I feel shame at changing his plans. I do trust him, with my life. So I get into the bed, front to the mattress and try to relax as best as I can. Tristan sits next to me on the bed and rubs my lower back. His hand is warm and feels delicious against my skin.
I hear the oil bottle being open and I let myself go. When his hands are on my neck, I melt. He knows how to unwind the knots I get in the back of my head better than anyone, and then he works up and down my arms. His touch is magic to me, and I practically start floating on air.
The room is quiet, and all I hear is his deep breathing.
I know this turns him on almost as much as me, and I smile to myself.
My back is next, and I put my hands underneath my chin.
The pressure is exactly right, and the movements are slow and steady.
Much like when he fucks me in the darkness of night.
Little whimpers start to come out of me, and I try to silence them.
"Don't hold yourself back, my queen. Let those beautiful sounds out. You know I love them."
"I don't want to get you worked up if you're not up to it."
"I just want to take my time with you tonight."
He slaps my ass, and I almost jump out of bed.
"Hey, what was that about?"
"You're misbehaving."
I look behind me to see his face and try and guess what mood he's in. He seems really intense right now and I think I have to give him a break. Whatever is on his mind, he'll tell me when he's good and ready. We've gotten to a point in our relationship where we tell each other everything.
Some conversations are harder than others, however. When that happens, we give each other space to find a way to communicate what we need to when we need to. I was surprised that we are so well suited that when those conversations come, we work hard to make them happen and not hide and avoid them.
I'm so in my head that I don't realize he's already moved down to my legs and feet. I love having my feet massaged. It's an erogenous zone for me, and Tristan knows it.
"Where'd you go, right now?"
"I'm back. That's all that really matters."
He hums and keeps on working on my muscles.
When he's done with that side, he taps me on the shoulder so that I turn around.
I prefer this view, where I can gauge what's going on in his head.
Our relationship is still so fresh, but I like that his face is very transparent.
What he feels shows on his features. I'll always know what this man is thinking.
"I'm pretty close to that happy ending, lover."
Before I know it, I'm being straddled. My body is very nearly ready to receive him. He hovers above me and brushes aside a strand of hair that is on my forehead.
"I have something for you."
"Oh, yeah? You know I love surprises."
"This is a big one, though."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
"What is it, Tristan?"
He reaches towards the night table and grabs something shiny. When he holds it in front of him, I realize it's a key. I get chills down my body. What exactly is he asking?