CORAL - Forever (A Romance Trilogy, Book 3) (22 page)

I dash over to the kitchen, slam him up against the fridge
door and kiss him hard, my tongue battling with his, pushing the full length of
my body against his, my fingers frantically trying to undo the buttons on his
shirt. Tristan hands are everywhere, all over my body, then I hear him moan a
low sexy sound, making my sex feel like it’s on fire.

“I want you,” I pant, pulling back to tackle the button and
zip on his jeans.

He growls a low, sexy growl, deep in his throat as he
continues to kiss me. His hands skim over my backside, squeezing tight. It
turns me on so much to know he wants me like this. He’s just as hungry for me
as I am for him...despite our...disagreements...

Tristan moans again. “I want to take you so badly,” he
grunts, kissing me hard again.

“Here, now!” I pant, kissing him back.

Tristan pulls back, my face in his hands. “You missed Nurse
Terry,” he says. “Aren’t you in pain?”
Yes, but I don't care!

“No.” I kiss him again, a low moan resonating from deep
within me.

“Wait,” he says pulling back again. I frown up at him. “I’m
not saying no.” He quickly placates seeing the look on my face. “I just want
you to take the painkillers she left, and I want to take you upstairs so I can
lay you down, where you’ll be comfortable, where I can make love to you.”

“I don't want to make love Tristan. I want to fuck – now!”

He smiles a slow, sexy smile. “Do you now,” he says, his
thumb skimming over my swollen lips, my lips part, then taking myself by surprise,
I take his thumb in my mouth and suck, hard.

Tristan’s eyes widen in response, then I gently bite down on
the pad.

His lips part, his breathing kicking up. “Turn around,” he
says and there’s a sexy, sensual, promise in the way he’s said it.

I slowly turn, and he gently picks me up and moves us so we’re
stood in front of the breakfast bar; our reflections clear in the windows in
front of us. Then he places both of my hands down so they rest on the breakfast
bar.

“Don't move those hands,” he warns. My body tingles from
head to toe with sexual promise. He moves my hair out of the way and starts to
plant soft, wet kisses from my earlobe, all the way down my neck, and across my
shoulder.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispers in my ear, making me
gasp.
Jeez!
His voice is so low and sexy, I feel a strange tingling
sensation start at the top of my head and work it’s way right down to my toes. “Answer
me,” he says in his husky voice.

“Yes,” I whisper. He starts to skim his hands across my
stomach, up and over my breasts, my nipples are straining against the material
of my bra.

“Tristan,” I moan. My eyes closing automatically, my head
craning back.

“This is going to be quick,” he whispers huskily in my ear.
“Just as you want, then I’m going to take you upstairs and make love to you,”
he adds, breathing hard in my ear.

I want to touch him, to feel him. Then his hands disappear,
and taking me by surprise he cups my sex with his hand and starts rubbing
between my legs, the material of my jeans hitting the exact right spot.

“Ahh...” I moan loudly, the feeling is exquisite. Then he
pops the button open on my jeans and slowly slides the zip down. Then his hands
are inside the material, skimming across my backside, squeezing gently.

“Tristan...please,” I beg. Then in one swift movement, he
has my jeans and knickers down at my knees. I gasp and my eyes burst open.

“Don't move,” he warns again as I hear his zip being pulled
down on his jeans. Placing a condom on the breakfast bar, he shoves his jeans
and boxers down, rips open the condom, sheaths himself, then he presses his
body hard against mine. I can feel his erection pressing hard against my
backside, his strong chest against my back, the heat of his body searing my
skin.

“Yes,” I moan my body trembling for his touch.

His hands skim across my breasts again, then his one hand
heads north, skimming across my collarbone, gently pulling my neck to the side,
giving his lips access. He leans down and trails kisses up and down my neck,
his teeth skimming my skin –
Fuck, I'm going to come!

His other hand heads south, softly moving across my torso
down to my belly, then finally reaching my sex. The moment his fingers find my
clitoris, my breath catches and I quiver from head to toe.

“Do you have any idea how utterly breathtaking you are,” he says
in his husky, sexy voice.

“Tristan....” I whisper. I want to feel him in me – now!

His lips, tongue, and teeth brush against my neck reflecting
what his fingers are doing down below. Touching, rubbing, so many
sensations...then I feel two of his fingers gently slide inside me.

“Ah....Tristan,” I moan my head craned back.
I can't take
it anymore.

“I want to make sure your ready,” he whispers, gently biting
my earlobe.

“I am,” I pant. My lips part, as he continues his sensual
assault. His fingers moving in and out, his thumb teasing my clitoris.

“Please...” I beg.
Fuck me Tristan!
And just as
though he can read my mind, he pulls his fingers from inside me, leans back,
centres his erection at my opening and in one smooth jolt, he’s inside me. Filling
me right up, all of him...
oh I feel so full
...His one hand grips my hip,
the other returns to my clitoris gently teasing.

“Yes!” I hiss.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he says, gently pulling out and
pushing into me again.

“You won’t,” I moan. “Let go Tristan.” I say my eyes
squeezed shut.
I need this, after all our fighting, everything that’s
happened...I just want him, always.

He growls a low, sexy moan then really starts to pound into
me – Holy fuck!

Pain shoots across my shoulder blade and through my lung,
while everything south of my naval contracts in ecstasy – What a strange
sensation, pleasure and pain all rolled into one.

“Ahh...” I cry out. Tristan stills. “Don't stop,” I pant.
“Please...”

He starts to move again, cautiously pounding into me. Everything
quickens and I tighten up around his erection.
Yes...oh it’s so good this
way, so deep...

“Jesus,” he hisses, gaining speed.

“Come with me,” I cry out.
Oh, I’m so close...

“Coral,” he moans, his breathing ragged. I feel so tight, he
feels so big inside me I can feel him...everywhere!

He moves slightly again, hitting that sweet spot inside me,
just as his fingers circle faster, bringing my clitoris to a sweet crescendo,
and all in one I come, climaxing hard. A double whammy, the most explosive
orgasm that I’ve had so far...

“Coral,” he cries out, then stills and we collapse onto the
breakfast bar...

I
AM LYING IN POST-COITAL BLISS
, spread out across Tristan’s chest,
feeling replete, happy, on top of the world. After our sexy fucking in the
kitchen, we headed upstairs, and I reluctantly took the tablets Nurse Terry
left then Tristan made sweet, slow love to me.

I shiver slightly, and huddle closer to him. Tristan
instantly picks up on it.

“You’re cold, and that’s because you didn’t eat much for tea
tonight.” He scolds. “I’m going to run you a bath,” he adds, and before I can
stop him, he’s up on his feet and stalking into the bathroom. I curl up,
pulling the covers over me and start to drift...

“Coral?” Tristan calls.
Hmm, too tired to move...
The
next thing I know the cover is pulled off me and I’m up in his arms again.
“Come on sleepy, bath, then bed.”

Tristan gently lowers my feet into the bath, and holds both
my hands while I carefully sink down into the water. Ben Howard is singing in
the background, I know the song – Only Love.

It’s makes me smile that Tristan has this playing. Tristan
sinks in opposite me, then takes my right foot and starts to massage. Hmm, so
nice...I close my eyes and softly sing along with Ben.

“What are we going to do tomorrow morning?” Tristan asks,
interrupting my warbling.

I sigh inwardly. “I guess I should unpack my stuff,” I say,
thinking about my studio and all my belongings downstairs – It still feels
weird that it’s happened, that I’ll never live there again, it all seems to
have happened so fast.

“No overexerting yourself,” Tristan softly scolds.

I roll my eyes and smile, then frown. “Tristan, I want to
collect my mother’s ashes so we can organise her grave, will you call them for
me?”

“Of course I will darling.”

“Thanks.” I'm so glad he’s doing that for me, I don't think
I could have handled it right now. I try to think of something else, get my
mind off it. “We didn’t choose any rings today. I guess we should do that
tomorrow?” I say.

“Yes, we should or Rob will be barking his orders at us,”
Tristan sniggers.

“I know,” I giggle.

“Can I ask you something?” He says.

“Anything,” I whisper.

“Earlier, when the detective told you her name, you
looked...upset?”
He doesn’t miss a thing!

“Annie was my Moms name Tristan.”

“Oh...” He smiles, then frowns.

“It’s a nice name,” I add.

“Yeah, it is,” he softly says. “Can I ask you another
question?”

“Yes,” I giggle.

Tristan leans down and kisses the pad on each of my toes.
“You took Bob outside today, what did you talk to him about?”

“Oh...um, well...I told him about Susannah, what had
happened to her, and that I might be dropping the charges.”

“Might be? Have you changed your mind?”

“No...I won't make my decision until I’ve seen her.” Tristan
sighs heavily. “Bob said he doesn’t mind what I do, and that he doesn’t really
want to be dragged into court, he just wants to move on.” I add.

“Hmm, well I guess that’s his decision,” Tristan says.

“Yes, it is.” I know Tristan doesn’t like this, but there’s
not much he can do about it.

“And what about Rob? You were both gone a long time.”

I sigh inwardly. Do I tell Tristan the truth, or do I lie? I
take a deep breath and look directly at him. “I was talking to him about you.”

“Me?” His fingers still on my feet.

“Yes, and please don't stop, it’s so nice – Here, I’ll show
you.” I pick up his right foot and start to massage.

He smiles at me and nods. “You’re right, that is nice.” His
fingers kneed deeper into my foot. “So...what about me Coral? I know he doesn’t
like me,” he adds.

“You’re wrong!” I tell him firmly. “Look, I know you and Rob
didn’t have a good start, but he’s just worried.”

“Worried about what?”

“That you’re treating me right.”

Tristan’s head cocks to the side. “Am I treating you right?”
he asks.

“Of course you are!” I gasp. “Tristan, how could you think
that? Rob’s just worried because you come across as a pretty serious guy, you
know...Intense. He just wants to know that, well his words were, ‘we should
have mutual respect, admiration and love for one another’. I told him we do
have that and that you are wonderful to me. He didn’t look convinced so I told
him all about me.” Tristan gasps.

“Everything?” he breathes.

I nod once. “I wanted him to understand Tristan, and to not
be so hard on you. I told him that you’re worried about me, and that I don't
really think you’ve got over the shock of what happened to me, and well, long
story short, Rob now thinks you’re an angel too.”

Tristan’s one eyebrow cocks up. “An angel?”

I blow him a kiss. “My angel.”

He laughs and shakes his head at me. “Well, I guess that
explains the change in his behaviour when you both came back up.”

“Tristan, isn’t it good that he was being protective like
that? I mean, what if I’d got together with a guy that I thought was nice, but
he turned out to be a complete ogre? Rob and Carlos would have got me out of
there, I know they would. I don't think any person can ask for better friends
than that!”

“No, I agree completely. And now I see things from his point
of view too, so it makes sense.”

“Will you try harder with him for me? Try to be more
friendly?”

Tristan laughs again, gives my big toe another kiss then
picks up my other foot. “Of course I will baby.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “I really want you two to get along.
Rob’s really funny Tristan, and I have a lot to thank him for. He’s kept my
head above water for a long time now.”

Tristan frowns down at the water. “Yes, I’m starting to
realise how much of a great friend he has been to you. I promise I’ll really
try with him.”

“Well, Rob’s asked us to go dancing, so that’s a way to get
to know one another.”

“Dancing?” Tristan chuckles.

“Yeah...well when I’m better that is – What’s funny?” I add
as he’s really chuckling now.

“Just pictured you expecting me to dance with Rob, that’s
all.”

I burst out laughing. “Yeah right, like you would!”

“No,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I would not.”

I chuckle some more, then swap his feet over. Ben is still
singing in the background, Tristan must have put his album on and it’s pretty
good!

It’s official, Tristan has good taste in music...

WE
ARE HUDDLED IN BED
, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Now I feel
exhausted. Tristan is gently tracing his fingers up and down on my back.
Mmm
it’s so nice..

“Joe’s been asking after you,” Tristan says.

“She has?” I say, feeling surprised. Then feeling guilty, I
haven’t always been nice to her.

“Yeah...I think she’s quite fond of you,” he adds.

“Joe’s sweet,” I say. Wondering how she’s doing, and how
long she’s got till her kids are back.

“She asked Joyce if she could come and see you, she knows about
your mother...passing away and...” He stops, his hands stilling on my back.

“About Susannah?” I guess.

“Yes, she visited you in hospital, but you were still
unconscious.”

“Well what about popping into the office tomorrow? I wanted
to meet Karen too,” I add.

“No. They can come here,” he says. “I’ll speak to Joyce
tomorrow, organise for them to come over at lunchtime.”

I lean my chin on his chest and gaze up at him. “Tristan, I
really want to go see my studio. Maybe we could take a walk on the beach, pop
into the office briefly to see everyone, then eat out for lunch? We’d only be
out a couple of hours.” I say, batting my lashes at him.

“Coral’ – “Tristan, I’ll be horizontal on Rob’s sofa for the
rest of the day, I promise. So you don't need to worry.” I tell him.

“Argh! You are so frustrating!” I smile, I’ve won!

“So that’s a yes, you’ll come out with me?”

“Yes.” He reluctantly answers then his lips set into a hard
line. I want to giggle at him but I stop myself, I don't want to rock the boat.

“I love you Tristan. Sleep tight baby.” I kiss his mighty
fine pecks, then rest my head on his chest and listen to the soft, slow sound
of his heart gently beating....

THE
FOLLOWING MORNING,
I wake to a flood of bright, yellow sunshine
filling the bedroom. I smile a lazy, happy smile and turn to reach out for
Tristan, but he’s not there?

“Tristan?” I call out for him, but I get no answer. Just as
I'm about to climb out of bed, there’s a knock on the door. “Come in.” I shout
and carefully swing my legs out so my feet hit the floor.

“Good morning Coral.” Edith comes wobbling in with my veggie
juice, followed by Nurse Terry.

“Morning,” I say to one and all.

“You’re looking much brighter this morning.” Edith tells me.

“I feel it,” I say, quickly looking away from her, because I
just got a flash image of Tristan and I having hot, sexy sex –
That’s the
reason I feel so good!

“Well something’s certainly put a sparkle in your eyes?”
Nurse Terry agrees as she gives me a hit of painkillers. I smile coyly and wink
at her. “Oh!” She goes bright red and tries to hide her smile. “Yes, that would
do it,” she whispers.

Edith picks up some washing and smiles at me. “See you
downstairs for breakfast,” she says heading out of the bedroom.

“Edith, do you know where Tristan is?”

“Yes, he’s swimming lass,” she says as she wobbles out of
sight.
Hmph!

“How are you generally feeling Coral?” Nurse Terry asks.

“Oh fine!” I say, feeling a little deflated. I want to go
swimming too! I have missed it so much. “Can I go swimming?” I ask.

She shakes her head at me. “Not a good idea,” she says. “And
neither is sex, if Dr Green found out, she’d have you carted back to hospital,”
she adds, softly scolding me.

“I'm not going without sex.” I say crossing my arms at her.

“That’s fine, I won't tell her, but just be careful, take it
easy. Ok?” She says as she checks my stitches.

“Sure...” I mumble.

“Alright, I’ll be back at 12.” Terry says.

“Um...actually I won't be here, should be back by 1pm
though?”

Terry sighs and shakes her head at me. “Coral’ – “I'm just
going to spend some time with my sister, just sitting in the garden, relaxing.”
I lie, feeling utterly guilty.

“Hmm, well just make sure you do. You’re meant to be having
bed rest. You’re not supposed to be leaving the house you know?” She adds in a very
stern voice.

“Don't worry, I’ll take it easy.” I add to reassure her.

“Alright then, I’ll see you back here at 1pm, no later!” She
warns.

“I’ll be here,” I say.

“Ok. See you later,” she adds as she disappears through the
bedroom door. Then I hear a kerfuffle going on, Terry mumbling something,
Tristan apologising.

“Hey,” I beam as Tristan walks through the door in a pair of
wet swimming trunks, his sexy torso all on show for me. “What a delightful site
to wake up to,” I add as he walks over to me. He shakes his head and smiles
that gorgeous shy smile of his.

“Good morning beautiful.” He bends down, dripping water all
over me and kisses me, hard. “How are you feeling this morning?” He asks,
smiling widely against my lips.

“Good, really good. How about you?” I say a little
breathlessly.

“Never better,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again.

“Want some help in the shower?” I tease, brushing my lips
against his. Tristan can't help laughing against my lips. “What?” I say, trying
to feign innocence.

“You’re such a sexy tease,” he croakily adds. Then, making
me squeal in delight, he swiftly lifts me into his arms and carries me into the
bathroom...

AN
HOUR LATER AND WE’RE
SAT
in the kitchen eating our omelettes. Mmm spinach and mushroom omelette – Edith
can really cook! The radio is playing in the kitchen, Lumineers are busy
singing Ho Hey, I can't help tapping my feet as I listen to the song, then I
notice Tristan is doing the same. We both glance up at one another at the same
time and both smile, ridiculous ear to ear grins.

“I like this song,” he says. “You my sweetheart baby?” He
asks with his head cocked to the side.

“Of course I am,” I chuckle.

He grins widely at me. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Fine, why?” I ask fluttering my lashes at him.

“I didn’t overdo it earlier did I?” he whispers. Hmm, when
Tristan carried me into the bathroom earlier, he gently washed my hair and my
whole body – taking his sweet time in a
very
particular area – then
after I did the same to him, he took me back into the bedroom lay me down, and we
had hot, sexy sex again.

“No,” I whisper back, pecking him on the cheek.

He smiles from ear to ear again. “You seem to be healing
quickly,” he says.

“I generally do,” I nod.

“You said you would when you got out of hospital.” He adds.

I nod and stare down at my omelette. “I hate hospitals Tristan,
they scare me,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

“Scare you?” He questions, eyes wide, his fork in midair. I
nod again. “Why?” He whispers.

I take a deep breath. “Just really bad memories...” I trail off.
I really don't want to think about them, not today.

“Will you tell me, one day?” He asks softly, reaching out
and squeezing my hand.

I nod and turn to smile at him. Then we both finish our
omelettes at the same time, which I'm amazed at – I guess Tristan really has
listened to me, because he eats much slower nowadays.

Tristan leans forward and pecks me on the lips. “You look gorgeous
today,” he adds, looking down at my bare legs. I'm in my jean shorts and a
t-shirt. It’s supposed to be baking out there today, so I didn’t want to be in
jeans.