Isabelle had thought of everything I’d possibly need. There were even sets of brand new lingerie that had never been worn before.
I didn’t know how to thank her for her kindness. The Doherty family’s unexpected warmth continued to surprise me.
After I was changed, with my damp hair lying around my shoulders, I went back in the kitchen to find Tristian making popcorn in the microwave.
“Are you tired? Are you going to sleep?” he asked.
“No, I don’t think so. Are you?”
“I was going to watch a movie. You’re welcome to join me,” he said. Then he carried beers and popcorn to the living room couch and I followed him, unsure of where this was headed.
He didn’t consult me on the kind of movie I would’ve liked to have watched, but picked an old Western. It was the kind of film I never would’ve been interested in, but I was curious to watch it carefully—to figure out why he was interested in it.
We sat on the couch together with the bowl of popcorn between us. We had returned to our usual routine of being quiet around each other. But the silence somehow never became uncomfortable.
There was almost something calming and peaceful about it.
I tried to not stare at him directly, but kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye.
He had thick reddish brown hair but had it cropped short. His jawline was sharp and angular. His green eyes moved as he followed the scenes on the screen, engrossed in the movie. I pictured him as a cowboy and it brought a smile to my face.
Tristian would’ve looked good in flannel. He would’ve made a very sexy cowboy.
Over an hour passed and we’d watched the movie in complete silence, and the longer he said nothing to me, the more intensely I wanted him. My toes curled and I dug my nails into my palms to control the feeling of urgency. To feel his hands all over me. Why didn’t he want me?
Was I undesirable? Was I ugly?
Why would he want me? He could have any girl in this city. He probably had every girl in this city.
He’d rejected me once already and I knew he’d reject me again if I threw myself at him. And how could I throw myself at him? Didn’t I have dignity and pride?
I had to leave the room. I couldn’t sit that close to him, feeling his warmth and energy taking over me.
I jumped off the couch in an attempt to rush out of the room, but before I could even step away, he caught me by my wrist and pulled me down.
I gasped as I fell into his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, while I melted into his deep green eyes.
“I don’t know. I can’t…do this…be this close to you,” I confessed. I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.
Tristian’s hands trailed up my arms until he held my face, his thumbs brushing over my lips as they hung open with desire.
“Ditto,” he replied before he kissed me.
Tristian’s mouth took over my whole body. Traveling down my lips, down my neck, to my cleavage. My breasts heaved heavily and he grabbed them with both hands, massaging and teasing my firm nipples through the top I wore.
I was so wet for him already, and I saw and felt how hard he was for me too. It was all I needed to know—some confirmation he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
He pulled my clothes off and I did the same with his. We were desperate to see each other naked. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his bare solid chest. His muscular torso. He was chiseled like a slab of marble.
My top came off, then my skirt, then my lingerie. Within seconds, he was naked too. He pulled me back down in his lap to kiss my neck and leave a wet trail down to my breasts.
I pushed into him, feeling the heat and urgency of his cock while he sucked my left nipple, then licked my right. I felt a sharp pang of desire between my legs, rolling my hips, curling my toes because I wanted to feel his cock inside me.
Tristian held on to me while I moved between his arms. I reached for his cock, stroking him gently, then stroked his balls. I felt him throbbing in my palm, growing and getting harder. I weaved my other fingers in his thick hair, breathing in the scent of him—his shampoo and cologne. I wanted to be surrounded by this smell forever, feel the rough brush of his stubble on my skin, his thick fingers pressing and fondling and feeling.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I’d keep wanting him. I took in jagged breaths of desire as I watched him take complete possession of me.
I knew I'd never given myself to a man like this before. I was always so careful, always so suspicious. I always put myself and my career first—just like Dad had taught me to.
And now—I was willing to give everything to this man who didn’t even trust me. What was wrong with me?
Tristian groaned as he slowly lifted me up. My legs were spread wide around him. His cock was up, hard and ready for me and he slid me down. I couldn’t wait to have his cock fill me up.
I took him in, inch by inch, until he was so deep inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and Tristian bunched up my hair around his wrist. He had his jaws clenched, and he groaned as I moved.
I rolled my hips, lifting myself up his cock, then crashing down again. I was on his lap, bouncing and riding him like a racehorse. We moved fast together, faster and faster. His cock was so big and thick inside me, I
