Undeniable Love - Journey of Love Book 2 (27 page)

Dropping my head back, I laughed. “Oh my God. You were playing me? What did you two come up with some plan to make me jealous and beg for you back?”

Tristan looked away, “No . . . not really.”

“Oh my God! I thought she was my friend. I thought . . .” Turning away from Tristan, I tried to pull my anger back in. Not bothering to look back at Tristan, I asked, “So you only met Sierra that day. Then you finger fucked her in a club and what?” Spinning back around, I walked over to Tristan and pushed him. “Took her back to your house and fucked her?”

Tristan grabbed my arms to keep me from hitting him. “Stop this, Ryn. We weren’t together. You can’t get upset with me when you were fucking Dodge!”

His words stung for some reason. I instantly knew he was right. Why I had brought it all up was beyond me. I was upset he and Sierra had played me, but I knew the reason why. Tristan was trying to get me back. It was wrong, but I got the reason behind it.

Taking a few steps back, I stared at Tristan. His eyes filled with something I’d never seen before. Fear.

“I’ll leave you alone tonight, Ryn.”

Turning, Tristan headed to the front door. I was instantly brought back to the day at the beach when he walked away from me.

“Tristan. Please don’t go.
Please!
”

Turning, he gave me the saddest look. “Ryn, I don’t want to fight with you. I especially don’t want to fight about Sierra. If my friendship with her bothers you, I’ll walk away and let the two of you just be friends. As far as Dodge goes, I trust you and trust your judgment. Right now, I’m tired, Ryn and I don’t feel like doing this.”

Fearing he was going to walk away, I ran over to him and threw myself into his body. Tristan wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

“I love you. Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave me,” I cried as Tristan ran his hand down the back of my head gently.

“Shh . . . baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

I couldn’t stop my sobbing. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me and why I was bringing all that up. I know you have a lot on your plate right now, Tristan. You’ve quit your job, you’re selling your house.” Burying my head in Tristan’s chest, I wanted to beg him to make love to me.

“My eye and head hurts,” I whimpered as I grabbed onto his shirt and held onto him, as if I was afraid he would walk away.

Moving his lips to the top of my head, Tristan whispered, “Let’s go lay down, Ryn.”

Letting Tristan lead me to my bedroom, the throbbing in my head moved to between my legs. Lying down on the bed, I snuggled into his body. His breathing immediately began lulling me to sleep.

Whispering against his chest, I asked, “Will you make love to me, Tristan?”

“Baby, you never have to ask me to make love to you.”

Tristan moved quickly to undress himself and then me. He hovered over my body as he looked into my eyes. Slowly pushing into my body, he brushed his lips against mine. “I love you, Ryn. I’ll always love you.”

Tristan spent the rest of the morning making love to me until we both were overcome with exhaustion and sleep won us over.

WALKING UP TO RYN’S HOUSE
, I breathed in a deep breath as I pushed my hand through my wavy brown hair. We were going out for dinner, some dancing, and then I was planning on taking her back to my condo. Tonight I was going to show her the side of me I had been holding back. I prayed like hell she wouldn’t turn and walk away. My playroom wasn’t set up nearly like other’s I had been in. I’d walked into a few and turned my ass around and walked right back out. I wasn’t into the dominant and submissive thing at all.

I didn’t get into all the BDSM shit that my buddy, Nick, from college did. I did however like to play hard. You were either into it or not into it. Nick took it serious though and was hard-core. Had the whole girl calling him sir and all that shit. All it took was that night we had spent with Michelle and Ash, and Nick was hooked for life. He spent over a year with Ash as she molded him to how she wanted him.

Opening the door before I could knock, Ryn stood there dressed in a beautiful teal blue cocktail dress. My eyes wandered over her body until they finally made their way to her black high heel shoes. Letting out a moan, I adjusted my instantly hard dick.

“Fucking hell, Ryn. You look amazing, baby.”

Giving me a smile that caused a zip of energy to rush through my entire body, Ryn said, “Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself.”

Looking down at my clothes, I tried to wonder what she thought was different. I was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a blue button down shirt, and a cowboy hat. Glancing back at her, she had her finger in her mouth and I knew she was undressing me with her eyes.

“We can skip dinner and dancing if you want.”

Letting out a sexy giggle, she shook her head. “No, this is your last night before you leave. I want it to be special. I have a feeling we are going to be in for an adventure tonight.”

Giving her a quick wink, I finally stepped in through the door and took her in my arms. “You have no idea, baby. No idea at all.”

“I just need to grab my wrap and purse then we can leave.” Turning, she began walking through her house. The way her ass moved in that dress I knew I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of her. I couldn’t help but notice she slightly limped on her left foot still.

Looking around, I noticed Ryn had begun packing. My heart soared at the idea of Ryn and I being together. I hated that my father had a heart attack, but in a sense, it finally woke me up to how miserable I was in my life. It felt like the last year I had been on autopilot, nothing to really look forward to each day.

Things were different now. I was going to be back home, running my family’s hunting ranch and doing what I loved to do, and Ryn would be with me.

Smiling, I shook my head. What a difference a year makes. I still had the feeling deep in my gut that scared the shit out of me about Ryn and I. We certainly had been on full throttle since getting back together and a part of me wondered if it was just the excitement of finally having her back.

Then there was the playroom. Putting my fingers up to my temples, I began massaging them.

“Do you have a headache, Tristan? We can stay here and order take out if you want.”

Giving her a smile, I shook my head, “It’s just stress from everything that’s going on. All the moving and getting things settled. Once we eat, I’ll be fine. You ready?”

Ryn tilted her head and gave me a look like she didn’t believe me. “I promise you, Ryn.”

Walking up to me, she reached up on her toes and gently kissed my lips. “Sometimes I have to pinch myself.”

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Why?”

Her eyes lit up and her face turned serious. “I’ve never in my life been this happy. I loved what we had before, but now it feels—”

“Special? Magical?”

Nodding her head and dabbing a tear from the corner of her eye she kissed me again. “Tell me,” she whispered against my lips.

Ryn had gotten into the habit of asking me to tell her I loved her. If I could tell her every second of the day, I would.

“I love you, baby.”

Smiling, she laced her fingers through my hair and pulled my mouth closer to hers. The kiss was passionate from the get go. Our tongues danced around each other as Ryn moaned into my mouth. I was two seconds away from lifting her dress, pulling off her panties and fucking her.

Pulling back and panting to catch her breath, Ryn spoke. “We . . . better . . . get going.”

“Yeah, we better.” Taking her hand, we made our way out to the car. My nerves began acting up again and I tried like hell to push them down. If I let it show how scared shitless I was, Ryn would pick up on it. “So, have you told your office yet about the move?”

Ryn rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. “I’d rather not talk about the office right now.”

Pulling my head back in shock, I nodded. “Okay. No shop talk.”

Swinging her legs into the car, Ryn simply replied with, “Thanks.”

Whatever had been bothering Ryn, she quickly pushed it aside on the drive to the restaurant. She began talking about how excited she was to start the process of finding a builder.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you what Dad said. His best friend from high school is a builder. I should say, was a builder. His company built the house Lark and I grew up in. His son has taken over the business and they’d love to talk to us about building our house.”

Ryn turned to me and smiled. “I love that idea. That adds a whole other sentimental element to the whole process.”

Nodding, I agreed. “I think you’re right, it does.”

Pulling in front of The Driskill, I waited for the valet to come and give me a claim ticket. “Are you staying the evening with us, sir?”

“No, dining at the Driskill Grill.”

Smiling, he gave me a polite handshake. “Enjoy your meal with your wife, sir.”

Stunned into silence, I couldn’t move. “What?”

The young kid looked at me like I was crazy. “Um, excuse me, sir?”

Glancing over toward Ryn, I watched as she smiled and had every single guys attention as she walked toward the entrance. Shaking her head, she laughed at something an older gentleman said to her.

Turning back to the valet, I had no idea what possessed me, but I answered him back with, “She’s not my wife. Girlfriend. She’s um . . . my girlfriend.”

Grinning he said, “Wife or girlfriend, enjoy your evening, sir.”

Walking toward Ryn, I was unsure why this kid’s comment had thrown me for a loop. Placing my hand on the small of Ryn’s back, I guided her into the hotel and made our way to the restaurant.

I had never been to this restaurant, but Lark had brought Azurdee. Walking into it, I was not disappointed.

“Oh, it’s breathtaking. So romantic,” Ryn whispered as we walked in. Glancing around the restaurant, all of the tables had white linens on them; the chairs were covered in velvet fabric and there were so many glittery lights everywhere it felt like I was about to go into a damn spasm.

The hostess gave us a warm smile as she said, “Follow me to your table. We have you set back in the corner, Mr. Williams, for a bit more privacy, per your request.”

Pulling the chair out for Ryn, she quickly gave me a seductive grin.

Our waiter approached as Ryn was about to sit. Stepping in front of me, he cut me off and began helping Ryn with her wrap. The way his hand lingered on her arm pissed me off.

Pushing her chair in, he gave her a smile. “May I start the beautiful lady out with a glass of our house red wine?”

Ryn gave the waiter a polite smile. “I’m going to stick with water for right now, but thank you.”

Finally pulling his eyes off of Ryn, the little fucker looked at me. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-one years old. Giving me a smirk he asked, “Sir, a drink?”

Prick.

“Do you have Nolet’s Gin?” I asked.

“Yes, sir we do.”

“Gin and tonic. Heavy on the gin.”

Giving me a quick nod of his head he turned on his heels and headed to the bar.

Ryn started giggling as I snapped my head back to her. “That fucking bastard. He’s flirting with you.”

“Stop, Tristan, he’s not. He’s just a nice young man who is being kind.”

Sitting back in my chair, I glared over at him. “He knows what he is doing. He is trying to make a play for my girl. Probably doesn’t even know how to handle his peter.”

“Tristan!”

Shrugging my shoulders, I gave Ryn a wink. “Maybe we should hook him up with Sierra.”

Covering her mouth she shook her head as she laughed. “You are so bad. Leave poor Sierra be.”

“Have you talked to her since the whole thing with Dodge happened?” I asked as our prick waiter came back over and set our drinks down.

“Have you had a chance to look at this evening’s menu? May I start you out with a starter?”

Clearing my throat so he would look at me and not down at Ryn’s breasts, I began talking. “We’ll take an order of bacon-wrapped Sea Robin.”

“Excellent choice. The young lady will enjoy the succulent taste the fish leaves on her pallet.”

Dropping my mouth open as Ryn choked on her water, I shot the guy daggers. “Just go put the order in, dude.”

Ryn busted out laughing as soon as the waiter walked away.

“Holy shit! Can you believe that motherfucker?”

“Tristan, keep your voice down.”

“That little bastard is two seconds away from tasting my fist on his pallet.”

Chuckling again, Ryn reached across the table and took my hand. “Stop. You know I only have eyes for you. And as far as Sierra goes, no. She sent me a text and said she had been working a lot of overtime and would call when she could.”

Frowning, I glanced at the menu.

Returning back with our starter the little bastard turned and looked at Ryn. Again. “Are we ready to order?”

Ryn’s eyes snapped over to mine. “Tristan, will you order for us?”

Smiling, I looked at the little fucker. “We’ll both have the aged filet mignon, medium well. Roasted potatoes for the sides.”

Writing it down, he gave me a polite nod, asked if we need anything else and headed to the kitchen.