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I kept going, sliding against her but not pushing inside, until both of us were panting. Then I rolled us so she was on top. Her hair curtained us from the world, our lips inches from touching.
“Ride me, princess.”
She hovered over me and used her hand to guide me to her entrance. And then we both watched as her pussy swallowed me, inch by glorious inch. When I was fully seated, I sighed with relief.
I gripped her hips but allowed her to take the lead. As much as I loved being in control, I loved watching Elle take over. She was confident and beautiful, and sexy as hell.
“Fuck, Elle.Sogood.” I cupped the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine for a kiss.
She rode me, her walls clenching around me as she slid up and down my cock. Her breasts brushed against my chest, and we stayed like that, our lips locked, bodies connected. It was so intense, and not just the physical sensations. Everything about being with Elle felt life-affirming. Like she was more than just the joy in my life, she was the air I breathed.
She kept going until she was crying out as well, her release a beautiful sight to behold. The trust that she placed in me was breathtaking. And as her eyes zeroed in on mine, I held on tighter.
I didn’t want to let her go. Not now. Not at the end of the summer.
I tried to push away that thought and focus on her pleasure. I was being unrealistic. Elle had her entire future ahead of her. How many times had she said she didn’t want to live in the AV?
I needed to remember that this was temporary.
But for now, she was mine.
For now, I’d claim her. Love her.
My strokes were harder, faster. Almost punishing. I rubbed her clit, determined to make her come again. Make her come with me.
I didn’t want this to end, yet I craved the release all the same. She fell over the edge first, and then I felt it—that tug deep within. I emptied myself inside her, and for a brief moment, I imagined getting Elle pregnant. I imagined more children. And then—like a flash—it was over.
I lay there as she curled up in my arms and stared at the ceiling in shock.This— I—I swallowed thickly. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“You okay?” She smoothed her hand over my chest.
I took a deep breath and tried to center myself. “Yeah. Why?”
“Your skin is really pale.”
I grunted, not entirely sure how to respond. How could I?
I’d already lost my childhood sweetheart, my wife, and the mother of my children. Now Elle was leaving. I loved her, and she was leaving. And the idea of being separated from her was unfathomable.
“Tristan,” Elle said, her tone taking on a note of panic. “Do I need to call Doc Allen?”
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my heart. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into Savannah now?” I teased.
Though, Savannah had seemed a lot less anxious. Maddox too. It was the happiest and most relaxed they’d been since Tessa’s diagnosis. And I had a feeling I knew why.
That reason frowned down at me, her violet eyes filled with concern. “I’m worried about you. You seem stressed lately.”
I was dying to tell her I loved her. It was on the tip of my tongue. And yet…I knew I couldn’t.
So I rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply instead. Hoping she could feel how much I loved her. Even if I knew it would mean letting her go.
* * *
In the end,Elle stayed home with the kids while I went to woo the investors. Even though I missed Elle—and Savannah and Maddox—I was also surprised by the freedom that came from being in a new social situation. Celeste knew my story, of course, but no one else did. Or if they did, they didn’t treat me any differently.
I spent the weekend networking with the other guests. Swimming in the ocean. Drinking. And just having fun.
Away from the AV, I wasn’t defined by my role as a father or a widower. I wasn’t subjected to anyone’s pity or their attempts to matchmake. I was just me—Tristan. Or at least, a new version of me.
