Authors: Andrea Smith
“It wasn’t that at all, Tylar. What happened with Nick had no impact on our friendship whatsoever. I was finding that it was affecting my relationship with Tristan, and my ability to accept his love. He sensed something was there; he knew I had issues with intimacy. It was what he needed to know.”
“I guess,” she said, somehow not convinced that there hadn’t been a breach in the unwritten rules of best friend obligations.
“Tylar,” I said to her, “You are my best friend; you always will be no matter what. Tristan is my soul-mate. Sometimes there are things that you share only with your soul-mate. I’m sure if you stop and think about it, you have those same types of secrets from me, but you have likely shared them with Trey.”
“I think I understand, Gina.”
“Hey,” I said, suddenly noticing that Tylar had not bitched about Amber for quite some time, “Has Amber finally given up on stalking Trey? Did you ever find out for sure that she cancelled his credit cards?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“Apparently not.”
“Well, she left the firm. They asked for her resignation and in turn, she got a severance package. She also had to sign some sort of a legal contract that she was leaving on her own volition and the firm wasn’t liable in any way for her departure.”
“Are you shitting me? When did this happen?”
“Well I found out about it after Trey regained consciousness. Tonya visited him in the hospital right before he was released and brought the good news.”
“Hmm,” I said, “I wonder what that was all about.”
“Apparently Amber was fooling around with Mr. Pierce and then attempted to blackmail him with some sort of photos. I guess the partners decided to call her bluff. At any rate, she got some cash and they got her out of there.”
“Well, it sounds as if you and Trey got a belated Christmas present from Santa.”
“Yes,” she replied, smiling, “I couldn’t have asked for a better present, either.
(You’re welcome, my friend.)
I had Reese bathed and down for the night by the time Tristan arrived home.
“Hey sweet baby,” he said, coming over to me and pulling me into his strong arms.
“Hey Tristan,” I said softly, “I missed you today. When can I go back to work?”
He pulled me down next to him on the sofa.
“I want to talk to you about something, Gina.”
(Uh oh. Please let this be good news for a change!)
“How would you feel about selling the club and doing something else?”
“I guess it would depend upon what that something else is.”
“The winery in Bristol is doing very well, as you know. I have an opportunity to buy sixty more acres and expand. Not only that, but on some of that acreage I would like to build a home for you and Reese. I know that we haven’t discussed it at length, but I think we both want the same things for Reese, and how ever many more children we have. I don’t think we want to raise them in a big city, necessarily.”
“Oh Tristan, I love the idea of having a home in the country, but I mean, what will we do? You already have a staff running the winery.”
“We could run it,” he said, “You could help oversee the expansion, do the hiring and manage the day to day operations. I could handle the marketing and distribution.”
I didn’t have to think about it for very long. The plan appealed to me in every aspect.
“I love the idea, Tristan. Let’s do it.”
I fell asleep in our bed while Tristan had gone to check on Reese. He had awoken crying as soon as we had hit the sheets, which was not usual for him. Tristan got him settled back down. I felt him climb back into our bed; my eyes fluttered open as he pulled me to him.
“Now, where were we before Reese demanded my attention?” he asked in his incredibly sexy voice.
“I believe you were giving my breasts some well-deserved attention.”
“Oh yes,” he said, rolling over to straddle me. His lips and tongue found my nipples as he traced the areola with his tongue and pressed soft, warm kisses all over them. He took a nipple into his mouth, and sucked gently on it, sending a tingly sensation all through my body. He moved to my other breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth and suckling.
Tristan took his time moving southward once he had finished with my breasts. His tongue traced a hot trail down my belly, stopping to linger awhile on my belly button. His fingers were softly plying the folds of my sex; I was wet for him as usual.
“Umm,” he moaned, huskily, “I want to taste you now.” His mouth moved downward to capture my sex. His magic, talented tongue washed over my clitoris, causing me to jump at the intensity of the shockwaves of pleasure it left behind.
“You taste so good, sweet baby,” he whispered to me, continuing to flick his tongue over the folds of my sex, lingering in all of the places that were ultra-sensitive. My hips were moving, gyrating at the pleasure that he gave me; I moaned softly, as his lips kissed me down there, again and again. His tongue was now up inside of me, exploring my core; his fingers continued to massage and play along the base of my clitoris. My legs were trembling from the electrical pulses I felt from his touch.
“Tristan, baby,” I moaned, pulling his head up with my hands. Our eyes met and he knew. He knew what I wanted; he knew what I needed.
His knee brushed my legs apart; he lowered himself into me, giving one strong thrust as he buried himself deep within me. His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me closely to him. I could feel his heartbeat as his hips rolled around, up and down, making sure that his beautiful cock touched all those special places inside of me.
“That’s my Gina,” he breathed, his lips finding mine.
His thrusting was magical; it was perfect. My Tristan was a perfect lover, my perfect man. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet together as his momentum gradually increased. I answered his thrusts with my own, moaning in pleasure, saying his name over and over again against his lips and tongue.
“I love you, Tristan. I love every part of you.”
“Oh Gina,” he rasped, his voice was now thick with emotion, “I love you, baby. You are my life.”
Our momentum increased as we devoured each other with our mouths. We had both reached the brink of orgasm; Tristan lowered his lips and gently spread soft kisses over the column of my neck. It was the push I needed to send me spiraling over the edge into my orgasmic bliss. Tristan was right there with me, riding the tide of climatic ecstasy.
He moaned in glorious passion; I mewled like a contented cat as my climax enveloped me in total and unadulterated pleasure. I felt Tristan’s cock throbbing and emptying his seed fully inside of me.
Afterwards, our sweat soaked bodies clung to one another as our heart rates and breathing returned to normal. Tristan pulled me over to him so that my head was resting on his chest, right near his heart.
I had always loved the aftermath of our fucking, or as we had most recently been referring to it as, ‘our lovemaking.’ I could see that Tristan and I had morphed into this traditional, loving couple. I had no problem with that at all. I liked it. I liked the softness that had blossomed in me as a result of Tristan’s love for me, and my love for Tristan. His attentiveness to me had given me a feeling of safeness and security. I would never be the ‘helpless’ female, but then again, Tristan would not have tolerated being with a helpless female type.
I ran my fingers over my fiancé’s damp chest hair, loving the smell of our sex that still permeated the air.
“What are you thinking, Gina?”
“I’m just reveling in the afterglow, I guess,” I laughed.
“I do love you so much, Gina. Last week when all of that happened, I came close to killing that son-of-a-bitch. I mean, that was the first time ever in my life I actually believe that I could have taken a human life.”
“What stopped you?”
“What do you think, Gina? It was you. It was what you said about me going to prison. It was a no brainer. It made sense when you said that to me. As much as I wanted to kill that sick son-of-a-bitch, I knew that I would be the one paying the price if he was dead. That price would have been you, who I adore; it would have been Reese, who I adore; and it would have been Sarah and Hannah.”
“Who in the hell are Sarah and Hannah?” I asked, raising myself up to look into his eyes.
He smiled, his beautiful green eyes deeper now, post-orgasm. I loved the little crinkles he got in the corner of his eyes when he smiled or laugh. I referred to them as his laugh lines. They were gorgeous.
“Sarah and Hannah, you know.”
He obviously was playing with me because I had no clue; my face clearly revealed to him that I was clueless.
“Our daughters that haven’t been conceived yet,” he said, his thumb brushing my cheek gently. “I want as many children as you are willing to carry,” he said, kissing me again. “You are my present and future.”
“Why girls?” I asked
“Don’t get me wrong, Gina, I am so glad that our first born was a boy. We need for our girls to have an older brother that will watch out for them. I just love those names for girls and want to make sure that we have at least two in order to use them. After that we can have as many boys as you want.”
“My God, Tristan, I’m 31 years old.”
“That’s young, babe. I’m going to be 43 in October. Still, I feel we’re good for at least three more babies.”
“Whatever you say, Tristan,” I laughed. “I know that I am going to love making them.”
We kissed again, long and patiently. We then fell into a peaceful and satisfied sleep, wrapped around each other.
Bristol, VA
2 years, 6 Weeks Later
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Tristan came in through the back door, letting the screen door slam loudly when he did. Reese came running in from the playroom, squealing with delight at seeing his daddy. Tristan scooped him up, tickling his tummy, which brought squeals of delight from his son.
“Shhh, Tristan, can you take it all down a notch, please? I just got the babies down for a nap.”
“Sorry, babe,” he said, coming over and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey, I talked to Mom earlier and she said she would love to come over this evening and watch all the kids so that you and I can go out for dinner. She thinks we need some ‘alone’ time.”
“She does, huh? How coincidental that our need for ‘alone’ time just happens to fall on the six week mark since giving birth to the twins.”
“Hey,” he said, chuckling, “That’s on her. I haven’t said a thing, babe.”
“You may tell Susan that we will take her up on her offer. I am anxious to spend some ‘alone’ time with my husband. Is your dad coming to help her? I think watching the three of them may be a little much for her.”
“I’m sure Dad wouldn’t miss it,” he laughed, “You know how much he loves changing those soiled ‘nappies’.” Tristan imitated Clive’s British accent when he said that. It was amusing to hear some of Clive’s terminology for stuff. ‘Diaper’ was ‘nappy’; ‘shitty diaper’ was ‘pooey nappy’ in British lingo.
Reese was now holding his arms out to me. He had a little bit of the ‘green-eyed’ monster thing going since the birth of Hannah and Sarah. Not that his own eyes weren’t already incredibly green like his daddy’s.