Lingus (37 page)

I shrugged and started walking to where we'd entered the building from, careful to keep my hands close to my sides. I knew there was a chance I was being a bitch but I didn't care.

"Kat," Tristan hissed from behind me, taking two long strides to catch up to me. "Kat."

"Let's go, I just want to hurry up and go to the museum." Okay, so maybe I was kind of being a child and a bitch, but my emotions were swirling inside of me so fiercely I couldn't control them. I was pissed and frankly, a whole lot of jealous, but I didn't want to make a scene in front of people. I pushed open one of the glass doors that led outside and at least held it open long enough for Tristan to follow me out.

"Kat!" he called out as I speed walked ahead of him, going toward the rental car. He grabbed my bicep and pulled me around to face him, his eyes were wide and pleading. "Why are you mad at me?"

I couldn't look him in the eye so I settled for shrugging instead like that was an appropriate answer. My feelings were hurt and I was jealous at the stupid, pretty woman who had been with him and was trying to be with him again.

"Are you jealous, sweetheart?" he asked me so quietly I almost didn't hear him. His free hand came up under my chin to tilt my head up. "Kat."

"I'm being stupid," I muttered, not looking up at him even though my face was up.

"Maybe a little," he chuckled, warm breath fanning my face.

I glared at him then, which I realized too late was exactly what he wanted. "You're an asshole."

His smile was sad and sweet like he understood why my anger was directed at him. "I'm sorry you're jealous," his thumb brushed the length of bone that comprised my jaw. "I'm sorry I didn't tell her I quit, but I didn't want to talk to her any longer and have to explain that I wasn't in the industry anymore," he brushed the patch of skin right next to my tragus. "I couldn't remember her name to save my life, if that makes you feel any better."

"Just a wee bit," I admitted with a sigh. It did in fact make sense to me that he didn't want to talk to her any longer, but I did feel a lot better that he couldn't remember her name. He knew me, and that was more than I could say about every other female who had come into his life. It almost completely made me forget that he'd slept with her. Almost. "I'm sorry for being like that."

"It's okay. I'm sure the next time I see that Ryan guy I'll probably act the same way, if not worse." He grinned, and then kissed my forehead.

I snorted, pulling away. "I only kissed him, Mag," I taunted him, walking backward.

His face went blank before he started walking toward me, plump lip between his teeth again. "I didn't know that you'd even done that," he clenched his teeth, and I swear ground them together.

His words struck a chord with my memory, reminding me of the incident earlier with the two women. I knew I needed to tell him right then, but I really didn't want to upset our weekend because I was a selfish bitch. "Speaking of things you don't know, hurry up and get in the car because I need to tell you what happened."

Minutes later, we were in the car heading to the hotel and Tristan was silent. I told him everything that happened, not that it was much, and apologized for not saying anything to them. He agreed that it wouldn't have been a good idea for me to bring attention to myself in case they ever saw me again. His silence while he contemplated the effects that this could have, made me feel terrible. He'd been so happy to quit and now this was going to loom over his head. It was the worst anticipation ever.

When we were getting really close to the hotel, he let out a shaky sigh. "I don't think I have anything to worry about. My boss thinks his daughter is pretty much a nun, and I really don't think she'd tell her dad that she thinks his employee is in porn," he said. "Imagine that conversation."

Well, when he put it like that it made a lot of sense. I know there was no way in hell I'd ever tell my dad that someone he knew did porn; that would probably be the worst conversation of my life. I'd have to explain why and how I knew. Yeah, no thanks. While I still wasn't assured that she wouldn't say anything, I figured it was pointless to make him think otherwise and just have him stress.

"Either way, they can't fire me without good reason," he snickered, pulling into a spot in the parking lot. "I know my law."

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, following him through the lot and into the hotel. He put a hand on my shoulder and led me upstairs, unlocking the door to our hotel room and gently pushing me in before him. He went straight into the bathroom while I plopped on the edge of the bed and kicked my shoes off. The water to the shower turned on for a few minutes while I relaxed on the sheets, content to just look out the window. The door to the bathroom was open and when I heard the water turn off, I swallowed hard.

"Tristan?" I yelled loud enough for him to hear me.

"Yes?" he responded just as loudly.

"You told your manager that you quit because of me," I stated.

Silence.

"That's not what you told me before," I kept going, swallowing hard again.

Heartbeats later, his well-defined frame, clad in only boxer briefs, appeared in the doorway. Wet hair askew, he lifted a hand to scratch across the flesh of his chest. "I told both of you the truth."

Pushing my ass further back on the bed, I frowned. "Both of us?"

Those long legs with thick, muscular thighs stalked toward me. God, his legs were so long, and even though they were kind of hairy, I really fucking liked it. He was a man; a perfect, fucking man. He leaned over me, using a flat palm to push me against the bed. "It's both," he said in a husky voice, caging me in on both sides with an arm. Those green eyes laser beamed right into me, all heat and masculine, even when he dropped to his elbows bringing that delicious body just a couple inches away from my heaving one. "You're the main reason though."

"Oh," I squeaked out before he pressed his warm lips against mine.

Long minutes of slanted mouths, rough tongues, and my hands buried in his soft, wet hair passed by. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of him. He was moaning into me, kissing the corners, flicking on my earlobe, then licking and sucking at the skin of my neck in quick succession. I arched against him, wanting to feel the heat that was radiating from his body directly on mine. He looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes, sensing the movement of my lower body. Tristan raised himself up further away from me so he was on his hands.

I made a noise that was a strange warp of a whimper and groan as he got on his knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. He didn't ask for permission when he started tugging them down my hips, and finally tossed them behind his back onto the floor or hell, for all I cared. Luckily, I'd come prepared with some of my cutest black, lace boyshorts. When he rumbled deep in his chest at seeing them, I felt fucking awesome.

"Jesus," he grunted. Big hands spread my legs apart, and even though I should probably have been a little self conscious, I wasn't in the least bit. I looked at Tristan, who was biting his lip and looking at my underwear like they were his last feast before raking my gaze down and seeing it.

The smooth, pinkish head peeped out from above the black band of his boxer briefs.

Holy Mother of Christ.

The outline of him in those poor briefs was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I could see the general impression of the beast in his underwear and then, I whimpered.

In no time at all, Tristan lowered his face between my thighs and kissed the soft skin on the sides. "Kat," he said in a low growl. "I want you to watch me."

I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him.

He dipped his mouth between my legs, licking me right where I wanted him to through the material of my underwear. I swear the world felt like it shifted when my hips bucked up. His warm, rough tongue lapped at me, first right at my favorite spot, before languidly in long strokes. Then he sucked that special spot with pursed lips, and I couldn't fucking think. I couldn't move. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he moved his head up, and then pulled my panties down my legs so slowly I thought I'd turn twenty-six before he was done.

As soon as I was naked from the waist down, I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor while he watched, slowly resuming his position back where he'd been.

"You're so pretty, Kat," he murmured, stroking my thighs with his calloused thumbs. He whispered something then about tasting me, but I couldn’t hear very well because angels were rejoicing in my ears.

With quick but unhurried flicks, he tasted me while I moaned and groaned, pushing my body closer to his mouth. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping them opened as I bucked. If I could think straight, I would've laughed at myself for rhyming, but I didn't think I could even recite my ABCs if I would have been paid a million dollars to do so.

"You're delicious," he cooed against my wet flesh.

"Tristan," I panted, arching my back as he passed over me with his tongue one more time. "Oh fuck! Tristan!"

He groaned louder than I did as I climaxed for what felt like forever. My eyes were pinched tight as wave after wonderful wave clenched my insides. When I was finally able to open my eyes, I found him right where he'd been moments before, smiling smugly. He got up on his knees and scooted over to lay down next to me with his hand gripping my ribcage.

"You're amazing," I panted.

"Amazing enough to throw away that stupid Andrew Wood DVD you bought?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling coyly.

I nodded and licked my lips, making a show of looking down at the pink head that was still peeping out from his boxers. It was fucking on. "Definitely," I took a deep breath and got up onto an elbow. "Remember me telling you about my tongue earlier?"

For me to say that I was good at oral sex, or that I liked giving blow jobs, would make me feel and sound like a slut.

With that in mind, I would gladly admit to the fact that I was a slut.

For Tristan.
Ha
.

He grinned in response to my question, this sly, distracted smile that was more focused on my breasts than face. Despite the fact that my only child tendencies made me unable to share things in life with most people, the hot as shit man lying on the bed was not just any person. He'd already proven to me that he was anything but selfish.

I yanked down the elastic band of his boxer briefs before he had a chance to make the slightest peep in protest and gasped. His pink cock slapped against his stomach angrily. That moment was what I imagined the discovery of the meaning of life would be like: all encompassing, time stopping, and brilliant. The word
little
had no room in my vocabulary when I was with him naked. I mean I shouldn't have been surprised that every aspect of him was nothing less than perfect and beautiful. This was Tristan. There was no part of him that wasn't immaculate besides two crooked toes that had been broken and not put back into place.

Unfortunately, I'd seen some nasty dicks in my life both in person and onscreen. Peens that couldn't spell proportionate if they tried; thin, short and thick, crooked, super veiny: there were a million varieties that could constitute my interpretation of an ugly dick.

This one...

Would it be too forward for me to immediately put his balls in my mouth? Even his nicely trimmed sack was nice and virile looking.

I said a silent prayer to whatever holy spirit was watching over me that while Tristan was far better endowed than any other man I'd ever been with, he was not an Calum Burro. My poor vag knew it was in a world of trouble already by his length and girth.

A warm hand cupped my chin, bringing my focus back to that chiseled jaw I was enraptured with. Dark green eyes gazed at me from across the mere feet that separated us. "What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"What I want," I told him, my voice sounding way huskier than normal as I pulled his boxers down his long legs and tossed them onto the floor.

He sucked in a breath and brushed his thumb across my lower lip through heavy eyes. "Fuck Kat," he murmured when I slipped my tongue out to lick the pad of his finger.

In a second, his thumb was delving into my mouth by the corner and I was sucking it in. His hips twitched, making his long cock bob in the air. I may have drooled just a little at the sight. The next thing I knew, I was sitting back on my knees and licking him with all the experience I had gained as a kid when I was obsessed with lollipops. I sucked him down as far as I could over and over again, gagging every so often and not giving half a shit when it happened.

Tristan panted. He moaned. He groaned. His hips bucked with a lack of control I'd never seen from him. Those eyes stayed on my mouth and my tugging hand constantly as his left hand gripped the comforter.

"Fuck... oh shit..." he grunted out. "Baby, you're so... fuck... oh my fuck... good at...come here..." His free right hand beckoned me to him.

Not wanting to break our contact, I kept my right hand wrapped around his length. I slipped over him, stroking and tugging at his wet, hard flesh until I was on his right side, hovering over his face.

Vibrant eyes gazed up at me before his hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me down to his lips, kissing me so deeply I completely forgot what my hand was supposed to be doing. His hot tongue stroked mine, over and over again while I tightened my grip and pumped faster.