Undeniable Love - Journey of Love Book 2 (36 page)

Giving me a smirk, he shook his head. “No, I started writing at least six times, each time I tore it up.”

“Did you finish one?”

Peeking at me through his beautiful long eyelashes, he winked. “Yes, I did.”

“Can I read it?”

Lifting his eyebrow, he said, “Maybe we should draw straws.”

Giggling, I stood up. “Do we have straws?”

Glancing back toward the house, Tristan said, “If we do I have no idea where they would be.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

Tristan jumped. “Yes! I love that game.”

Tristan and I prepared our fists. “Ready?” I asked.

Tristan nodded his head as he adjusted his body and got ready to play. “Ready.”

“One, two, three, show!”

I had rock, Tristan had paper. Doing a fist pump he shouted, “Yes!”

Rolling my eyes, I started counting. “One, two, three, show!”

I had scissors and Tristan had paper. “Fuck! I fucking hate paper.”

Giggling, I said, “You won the first round with paper. How can you say you hate paper?”

“Just count, Ryn!”

Snarling my lip up at him, I said, “Gesh, man oh man. You really want to go first.”

Looking at me with a frustrated look, he whispered, “Count.”

“Fine! One, two, three . . . show!”

I had rock and Tristan had scissors. I started jumping and yelling out, “I won! I won! Woohoo I won!”

Tristan glared at me. “Really, Ryn? What are you, five?”

My mouth gaped open and I couldn’t help but smile at the pathetic face he was making. “Oh. My. Gosh. You sore loser you. I didn’t say that when you were all fist pumping your freaking paper win.”

Dropping back into the seat, Tristan crossed his arms and pouted. Oh dear lord. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. This man . . . the one who has a room filled with sex toys . . . is pouting because he lost at rock, paper, scissors. I was so going to swallow tonight when I gave him a blowjob.

“Okay, since I won, I get to pick.” Handing him my letter, he looked up at me and smiled the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen on his face. It took my breath away.

“Really?”

Nodding my head, I spoke above a whisper, “Yes. I want you to read it.”

Sitting, I tucked my legs into my body and rested my chin on my knees as I watched Tristan read my letter. Tears began to form in his eyes as he continued to read. Once he finished reading, he slowly looked up at me.

Standing, he pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to me. He sat back down as I unfolded the paper, never once taking my eyes off of him.

Looking down, I sucked in a breath of air as read the first line.

My dearest Kathryn,

I promise to always be your strength.

I promise to hold you in my arms when you are sad, angry, and happy, but most of all, when you are scared.

I promise to kiss you at least ten times a day.

I promise to be the best husband and father I can be.

I promise to make mistakes. With every mistake comes greater knowledge.

I promise to never hurt you. Ever.

I promise you that I will protect you with every fiber of my being.

I promise to love you . . . only you . . . forever.

I promise all these things because you are my entire world. My everything I’ve ever dreamed of and feared. My love for you once scared me, now it is the driving force behind wanting to make every single one of your dreams come true. Which leads me to my last promise.

I promise to make all your dreams come true.

Forever and always yours,

Tristan

I WAS PRETTY SURE I
was about to pass out. My heart had stopped beating the moment I handed Ryn my letter. I wasn’t any good at this kind of stuff. I knew what I wanted to say to her, I just couldn’t get it out.

Finally she looked up at me. Tears were streaming down her face.

Shit. Is that good? Maybe it’s bad?
Her letter had been amazing and brought me to tears.
What if mine sucked so bad . . . it forced her to cry?

The next thing I knew, Ryn was up and in my arms. “I love you. I’ve never in my life loved anyone like I love you.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I smiled into her hair. “And you never will.”

“Tristan, make love to me. Please.”

Lifting her up, I carried her back into the house. I had brought all our bags to the master bedroom downstairs since I had invited a few of our friends to join us this weekend.

Setting her on the bed, I stood up and slowly got undressed while Ryn watched my every move. Moving over her body, I gently kissed her lips, pulling her lower lip between my teeth and giving it a gentle pull. Ryn whimpered with need underneath me.

Slowly lifting her up, I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and slowly pulled it off of her.

“Lay back, Ryn.”

Falling back onto the pillow, Ryn began squirming. Reaching my hands for her shorts, I unsnapped the button and slowly began pulling the zipper down.

Closing her eyes tightly as she lifted her hips. In one fast movement, I had her shorts and panties off. She lay gloriously naked on the bed.

“So damn beautiful,” I whispered as I crawled over her. Kissing her lips gently, I moved my lips down to her neck. Placing soft kissing along her collarbone, I moved down her chest. Each nipple was placed in my mouth as my tongue rolled over it before my teeth gently bit down. Arching her back, Ryn let out a whimper, “Ahh . . . Tristan . . . please!”

Using my tongue, I trailed a path to her navel. Dipping my tongue in, Ryn begged me for more.

Kissing the inside of her leg, I pushed her legs open. “Jesus, Ryn. You’re perfect everywhere, baby.”

Gripping the sheets, Ryn’s hips jerked up as my tongue made a slow swipe up her lips to her clit.

“Ohmygod!”

Smiling, I began teasing her clit with my tongue. Ryn’s hands were in my hair, pulling and then pushing me into her more.

“Please.”

Pulling back, I spread her lips open and before I dipped my tongue inside, I looked up at her. She was looking at me, her eyes filled with lust. Her chest rising and falling with desire. “Your pussy is so wet, Ryn.”

Dropping her head back, she hissed, “Fuuuck.”

Smiling, I pushed my tongue into her. Licking and tasting her want for me. Slowly pushing two fingers into her ass, she jumped. I had been working her ass slowly and I couldn’t wait to fuck her there. My dick throbbed at the idea as I moved my fingers in and out of her ass while my tongue fucked her.

“Tristan!”

I felt her orgasm hit as she squeezed onto my fingers, pushing another finger in, I spread her open more as she screamed out and fell apart again.

“Stop, I can’t . . . I can’t . . .”

Pulling my fingers out, I licked up her pussy to her clit and flicked it a few more times. Ryn squirmed as she yelled out. Her body was so responsive, I loved it.

Moving up between her legs, I positioned myself at her entrance. Slowly pushing in, Ryn and I both let out a long deep moan. Placing my lips to her ear, I whispered, “You feel so good.”

Wrapping her legs around me, we slowly began moving. It was a perfect rhythm. Kissing along her neck, my lips found hers. Our tongues moved against each other as if they were in a slow dance. Cupping her face within my hands, I kissed her harder. Faster. The passion was heating up as I pumped in and out of her faster.

Pulling back, I looked into her eyes. “I love you,” I whispered as I pushed deep inside her and came.

A tear slowly moved down her cheek as she whispered back, “Forever, Tristan. Forever.”

Ryn came running down the stairs. She had been up there making sure the bedrooms had everything that would be needed. She only thought Lark, Azurdee, and Chris were coming. I had extended an invite to Sierra, but she said she couldn’t make it. With her not coming, I went ahead and invited Dodge. Ryn would be over the moon to see him.

“They’re here! I just saw a car pull up.”

Smiling, I wiped my hands on the hand towel next to me. I was making homemade pizza sauce for the individual pizzas I was putting together. Ryn had asked why I was making so much food. I had turned and looked at the island and all the food I had ordered. A cheese and fruit tray, a vegetable tray, some funky pinwheel sandwich shit the girl at HEB said everyone would love, chips, pretzels, Cheetos . . . there was a lot of food.

The door flew up and Ryn screamed, “Ohmygod! Sierra!”

My mouth fell open as I quickly came out of the kitchen. “Oh fuck,” I whispered. “What in the hell is she doing here? She said no!”

Walking into the house, Sierra gave Ryn a big hug. “I told Tristan I didn’t think I would be able to make it. I couldn’t get anyone to cover my shift, but turns out someone needed to switch.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.
Okay, this could still work. Her house was two doors down from here. I’ll just tell her she needs to stay there. If she asks why, I’ll make up something.

As they made their way toward the kitchen, I gave Sierra a smile. “Hey, you made it after all.”

Grinning, she walked up and kissed me on the cheek. “I did. I hope you didn’t give my room away.” Ryn and Sierra laughed. “Because my winter Texans are still in my house.”

Fuck me.

Ryn looked at me and frowned. She must have seen the look on my face when Sierra said her house was being rented out.

Giving her a wink and smile, I asked, “Hey, did you want some wine? We’ve got beer or soda. Pick your flavor.”

“Oh man, I think I’ll stick with just water this weekend.”

The doorbell rang and Ryn ran over and threw it open. Letting out another scream, she yelled, “Ohmygod! Dodge.”

Sierra’s head snapped over and looked at me. Looking at her, I whispered, “You said you couldn’t make it!”

Turning back toward where Ryn was with Dodge, Sierra mumbled, “I think I’ll take that glass of wine
and
the beer.”

Laughing, I turned and headed into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, I pulled out three beers. One for Sierra, one for Dodge for when he saw Sierra, and one for me, to prepare for Ryn asking me why I would invite Dodge and Sierra together.

Walking back to Sierra, I handed her the beer. Dodge walked up and shook my hand and gave me a quick hug with a slap on the back. “Good to see you, Tristan.”

Handing the beer to him, I replied, “Great to see you, too.”

Dodge turned and looked at Sierra who was staring at him. “Why are you staring at me?”

Reaching over I closed poor Sierra’s gaped open mouth. She shook her head and said, “Your hair. You look so good . . . I mean . . . it looks so good . . . better. It looks better b-brown.”

I attempted not to laugh as Sierra fumbled around her words. Dodge smiled, “Thanks, Sierra. It’s naturally brown.”

Not being able to take her eyes from him she said, “Huh.”

Finally she looked away and to the front door when Azurdee and Lark walked in.

Azurdee screamed, Ryn screamed, Lark rolled his eyes and made a beeline straight to the kitchen. Passing Dodge, he gave him a head pop and a quick hello.

We all sat around the island bar and talked, ate, drank, and then ate some more. Azurdee, Ryn, and Sierra were going on and on about some new fashion show. We eventually moved into the living room. I couldn’t help but notice how Dodge kept sneaking a peek at Sierra. She of course wanted to look, but refused to. I knew this because I knew Sierra. It was killing her not to look at Dodge.

The doorbell rang and I quickly stood up. Shit. Oh motherfucker. I had forgotten about Chris. Pushing my hand through my hair, I looked at Sierra and then Dodge.

“Who’s that?” Ryn asked.

Giving her a wink, I didn’t answer as I turned and headed to the door. I had originally asked Chris, thinking Sierra would be here, thinking they might hook up for the weekend. I knew Chris would be attracted to Sierra instantly. Sierra on the other hand was up in the air. She could either be in the mood for a hook up or not want anything to do with Chris. Then when Sierra couldn’t make it, I invited Dodge, thinking Chris and Dodge would get along okay. They both ate, slept, and breathed the Dallas Cowboys and the Texas Rangers.