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And I saw another reason he told me his story. He knew my mind would be focused on the news I had just received. He knew I would be in my head all evening if I didn’t have something else to occupy my thoughts. He knew me. And that’s why I loved him.
“I know you’re there for me, Tris. You’ve been there for me since we met. Well, not as soon as we met.” That got a slight smirk from him. “I know I can count on you. And I’m sorry for what you went through. You’re a strong man. You deserve the world.”
“So I’ve heard,” he said sarcastically. He took the sandwiches from the pan and slid them onto a plate. After he pushed the plate across the counter to me, he poured me a glass of lemonade. “I can get the drinks,” I said, not wanting him to feel like he had to wait on me hand and foot.
“I know you can, but I’m doing it. I like doing things for you. So sit down and eat, please.”
I sank back down on the stool and ate. It was a sandwich like any other sandwich, but it was delicious since he made it. When would I not love everything about this man? He sat beside me and kept me company while I ate. He said he wasn’t hungry and wanted to sit in front of the television with his legs on my lap, writing while I binge-watched television shows. So that’s what we did. And it was calming and relaxing. Tristan’s feet on my lap and the tapping of the keys grounded me, keeping me in the present with him.
By nine that evening, we were both ready for bed. I wanted to wrap him in my arms, knowing this bubble we had would burst in the morning. We got in the shower together, something we’d only done once since we knew we could lose control if we did, but tonight was different. He got in to comfort me, to be close to me because he knew how raw I was and I would possibly break down if I were alone. It was true. His presence and his proximity to me made everything real for me. The memories were there, but he kept me with him. If my mind drifted, all I had to do was look at him, gaze into his eyes, and I was back.
When we got in bed, we didn’t dress. We didn’t want anything between us. We lay with his back to my chest. We didn’t go to sleep. Just lay there, listening to each other breathe. I inhaled deeply, drawing his scent into my lungs. After running my nose up and down along the side of his neck and placing soft kisses on his skin, I nuzzled him. But my kisses were not for sex. They were for some form of affection. Tristan didn’t have the same idea, though. He moaned and rubbed back against me, my dick falling between his ass cheeks.
“We don’t have to,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t want him to feel obligated, and we’d had sex that morning.
“I want to,” he whispered.
I reached around and stroked his hard cock, gliding my hand up and down while I placed more kisses on his neck and behind his ear. Wanting to leave my mark on him, wanting him to feel me after tonight, I nipped at his skin.
I pulled away from him to grab the lube from my nightstand. I wasn’t ready to stop touching and kissing him yet, but I would be too far gone the longer I continued to have his taste on my tongue.
I added some to my fingers and went back to cuddling him, kissing his neck. I ghosted my finger over his hole, loving his sharp intake of breath. He shuddered in my arms, and I pressed a finger into him. “Yesss,” he groaned, rotating his hips on my finger. I pushed in and out of him as I ran my tongue over his shoulder and neck. He begged for a second finger, which I gave him, moving it in leisurely. I held them inside him, found that sensitive spot within him, and rubbed my fingers on it. The moan I was rewarded with was perfect. My dick was dripping, leaking precum all over his back and ass cheeks. “Please,” he begged. Adding a third finger, I thrust into him faster and deeper.
“Yes, baby. Just like that. Oh fuck, just like that,” he said, spurring me on. I took his ear into my mouth, rolling my tongue on the shell of it. “Stop, please. I’m gonna come if you don’t. I want you inside me when I come.”
Wanting to give him what he wanted—always wanting to give him what he wanted—I removed my fingers and stopped teasing his ear. I grabbed the bottle of lube again and coated my dick, then teased his hole, rubbing the head of my length around it. Tristan cocked his leg up, giving me complete access to him. I kissed his shoulder gently as I eased my length into him, pushing past the tight ring of muscles. “Keep going.” He panted. “All of it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, give it all to me. Please.” And fuck if I was going to say no to him. I pushed my entire length into him, holding still when I bottomed out to allow him to get used to me. His heavy panting had me about to ask if he was okay when he let out a deep groan that I felt in my chest.
“Touch me,” he commanded, grinding back against my dick. Obliging, I reached around and grabbed his cock, jacking him while I thrust into his warm heat. God, he felt amazing. So tight. Fuck, he was tight. I made love to him unhurriedly, wanting it to last forever. Tristan seemed to understand because he didn’t try to speed me up. He let me set the pace, and I used his body in the same way he was using mine.
Wanting every part of my skin on his, I peppered kisses everywhere I could reach. He turned his head, and my lips met his, and as much as we tried to keep the pace slow, him thrusting his tongue in my mouth started to take me through the roof. His lips on mine always made me feel reckless like I wanted to dominate him and his mouth and take from his body all the pleasure he wanted to give me. Breaking the kiss, I pumped into him with abandon, locking my teeth on his shoulder, thrusting into him, and stroking him fast and hard, completely out of control. Tristan’s moans culminated until he shouted his orgasm. He shot over my hand and the bed, shuddering and clamping down on me. I came on a wave, getting more intense as it went on. I felt like I would pass out from its intensity.
When I finally came down, I was boneless. I didn’t think I could move. I kissed Tristan’s neck, tasting his sweat and inhaling his scent. He hummed low in his throat, too breathless to moan. After collecting ourselves and getting control of our breathing, I pulled out of him, gritting my teeth because I did not want to leave his tightness. I sat up to look down at him and saw the bruise on his shoulder from where I bit him. “Shit,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry.” I ghosted my fingers over the area, feeling terrible.
“Hmm,” he said, eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face. “Don’t be. I liked it. It felt good. Now I’ll feel you on my skin for the next few days.” When he looked at me, he didn’t seem like he was in pain, but I wanted to be sure.
“I didn’t mean to leave a mark,” I told him lamely.
“It’s okay. It didn’t hurt. It’s actually what made me come so fast. I didn’t expect my orgasm. It came out of nowhere and tackled my ass.” He chuckled. “So don’t apologize. I’m not sorry about it.”
I kissed the bruise, conveying my apology in the tenderness.
“Come on.” He tapped my thigh. “We have to get these sheets off the bed. I’m afraid I made a mess. We can sleep in my room tonight and let the sun wake us.” That sounded like the best idea.
We went to the bathroom to clean up and didn’t talk about tomorrow. While we stripped the sheets from my bed, we didn’t discuss the case. When I followed him upstairs, we didn’t mention how our peaceful time was coming to an end. And as I cuddled him, we didn’t tell each other how scared we were.
Chapter16
Tristan
The morning sun crested the horizon too early, too fast. I hadn’t gotten much sleep. And from how his breathing didn’t change for hours after we had come to bed, neither did Lucas. We knew today was the day shit got real, and we had to step outside our bubble to face the real world. I wasn’t ready. I was having the time of my life getting to know him, writing my book, taking trips to the lake, fucking him, sucking him, kissing him… loving him.
There was no use denying it. And I tried not to fall in love with him. I was fresh out of a relationship. I had a lot I needed to unpack. But none of that mattered because my heart was his. All of me was his. I was scared shitless about what that meant and even more terrified that I was uncertain about our future. He had someone after him who was out for blood. I couldn’t stand the thought of finding my person and having them taken away from me so soon. That would break me. That would leave me as a shell of myself. Just thinking about it made me feel hollow. So I shook the thoughts away.
I made breakfast one last time as Lucas sat on the stool, keeping me company. We didn’t talk. His presence was enough to keep the panic attack away. I had to be strong for him. He needed me. I knew this whole situation scared him, so I needed to be his rock until he could be strong for himself. I made him my Early Morning Special, and we ate at the kitchen bar. He grabbed my hand and didn’t let go the whole time we ate. It would probably be a while before we could do this again, depending on if—no,when—they caught this other killer.
