AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Randy sat up and grabbed her phone, handing it over.
She picked up on the beginning of the second cycle of the song. “What’s up?” Juliet clutched the pillow tighter with her free arm. “Yeah. Oh, for fuck’s sake—no, yeah…”
Tristan turned toward the bathroom.
“I’ll be there in an hour.” Her voice cooled. “Well, too fucking bad. I can’t drop everything because the princess wants to work today. Lila said we had it off.” She rolled off the bed and tossed the pillow back onto the bed.
All her gorgeous hair tumbled down her back and teased over her breasts. She wasn’t paying attention to the fact that she had nothing on. Her entire focus was on the phone.
Tristan’s cock lengthened. It didn’t matter that he’d fucked her to an inch of her life not ten minutes ago, he could go again right here, right now. Watching her cheeks flush with anger was a little too close to how she looked when they pushed her near the edge.
“Half an hour,” she said.
Instead of saying goodbye, she tossed the phone on the bed. “Guess I’m going to have to pass on the frittata. Think I could shower first?”
Tristan shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
“I’ll drive you,” Rand said. “I have to go over the setlist changes today anyway. Y’all getting creative with the lighting on me.”
“I have my car.”
Tristan shrugged. “You can leave it.” Shit, he hadn’t meant to say that. He didn’t want to assume she’d come back again.
He didn’t even want that, did he?
She twirled to face him.
Jesus, yes, he did. He wanted all of that under him again tonight. Hell, on top of him—it didn’t matter.
She moved to him, splaying her hands over his chest. “You want me to come back tonight?”
His cock went full-fledged attention whore. “I, uh, yeah, sure.”
One of her hands drifted down to circle his shaft, her thumb teasing the head. “Good. I’m not nearly done with you.” She glanced over her shoulder to Rand. “With either of you.” She turned back to him and went onto her toes. “I’ll try not to use up all the hot water.”
He watched her through slitted lids, not budging even when she nipped at his chin.
“C’mon, don’t be mad.”
“I’m not.”
She brushed her breasts along his chest. “I don’t want to leave.”
He swallowed hard. He didn’t want her to. Something he hadn’t owned up to in a damn long time. He slid his arm around her, cupping her ass before giving it a good smack. “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me tonight.”
She tightened her hold on his cock. “Guess I will.”
Tristan’s gaze tripped over her shoulder to find Rand watching them with a little too much interest in his gaze. If they kept this up, she’d never get out of there within the half hour.
Tris smiled down at her. “Go on.” She pouted, but slowly let him go. Before she could slip away, he held her tighter to him. “Any food you hate?”
Her eyebrow speared up. “Not really. Brussels sprouts, maybe?”
“I can guarantee I’d make you love them.”
She went onto her toes again and dragged him down to meet her lips. “I doubt it.”
“That’s it. Challenge accepted. I’m making dinner.” He looked over at Randy. “For both of you.”
