Then, when he finally pulls out of me, he takes some of his spilling cum with two fingers and draws a line from my throat to my pussy, and another across my breasts, staining me, marking me, baptizing me in the name of the Unholy Spirit.
The ride to the lighthouse is silent. Even though the three of us hide our gazes behind sunglasses, we barely look at each other. I hate that Brandon saw me with Tristan. It was supposed to be our little secret, but now we have a witness.
However, I trust Brandon. I’ve always had. If I’m being honest, I’m more perturbed that I’ve exposed him to such indecency. He might be an adult, a soldier, but for me, he’s a kid who brings out my protective maternal instincts.
At the parking lot, Brandon goes to secure the perimeter. Tristan moves from the backseat next to me to the driver’s seat. The second we’re alone, I ask, “Did you talk to him?”
“Yes. He was coming to tell us it was almost time to leave, but then he didn’t find me and then heard you…”
“How is he?”
“He’s never going to talk, Birdie. It’s not worth losing his job.”
“I mean, how ishe? It must have been really awkward…for both of you. You’re his boss. He pretty much idolizes you. To see you…compromised…”
“Compromised?”
“You’re fucking your principal. Is that not against all rules?”
Tristan snorts. “You’ll be surprised how many times it happens, though.” His jaw clenches. “I’m sure he’s laughing about it in his head.”
“Okay, what about you? How do you feel about it?”
“I feel like shit!” He slams his hands against the steering wheel. “Another man saw you naked, saw you being fucked. How the fuck do you think I feel about that?”
I flinch at the abrupt fury, at the reminder of Tristan’s unpredictable temper.
“I’m sorry.” He twists and holds my hand. “I’m so sorry. I get jealous. I can’t help it. I’m the walking talking definition of an OTT JP man.”
Over the top jealous possessive characters are my favorites. Perhaps because they’re so hot in the way they would burn the world down for their girls. Perhaps because they’re the kind I’ve never had.
He squeezes my hand gently. “Please don’t be scared of me. I’d die before I’d ever hurt you.”
I nod and pat his hand. “We should go. Blake would be here any minute.”
“By the way, Shane used the tab to send a message this morning. I intercepted it.”
Blood thumps in my temples. “To whom? To Blake?”
“Yes.”
“What was the message?”
“I’ll talk.”
CHAPTER 38
Birdie
Blake isn’t here.
I’ve been waiting at the gallery of Ponce de Leon Lighthouse for thirty minutes, and Blake hasn’t shown up.
Tristan has given me my phone earlier after asking him for the millionth time if he texted Blake the right location. I’ve checked the text myself and Blake’s answer.I’ll be there, little bird.
I try Blake’s phone for the third time. He never picks up. “Where the fuck are you?” I mutter. “He ditched me. Why would he come to negotiate anything with me when Shane is playing ball. He must have gone to Shane to finalize their fucking plan that will end me.”
“I intercepted the message, Birdie. It didn’t reach Abel.” Tristan clasps his hands together and rests them on the railing. His gaze scans the place right and left, up and down on repeat. “He’s just playing you, making you sweat.”
