Tryst (4 page)

I need to show her not everyone is a monster hiding in the dark corners just waiting for her. I need to make her see some people are worth taking a chance on, but how the fuck do I do that? I've heard the shit Ele said. After Cora's death, her mom went ballistic on Bentley, blamed her and her big dreams for crushing her own. She blamed her for stealing the life of her shining star. The bitch even told her if she was prettier, maybe it would have been her attacked instead of her sister. Ele said when Bentley was a kid she never made time to date. She was always studying, thinking if she was smarter she’d finally become someone important.

After her sister’s death, when she went into hiding, she never let anyone even remotely close to her. She wouldn't know the difference between me flirting with her or insulting her. All those dirty scenes she writes... nothing but fucking words, and fuck if that doesn't make me want to show her just how much she could enjoy all those dirty little thoughts she writes about. But damn, this girl’s defenses are locked away tighter than a presidential bunker. It's going to take more than a fucking miracle to get through to her.

The door to the hotel room opens and closes as I hear a couple more voices. I look to Electra who just shrugs and tosses a towel my way. "Looks like Bentley might be feeling forgiving…, she ordered food," she states as she walks out of the bathroom, allowing me to dress. I can't help but smile just a little as I slip on the sweats I had donned to work out in, and make my way back into the main room.

The image in front of me has to be the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. She is sitting on a couch with her legs sprawled across it, but not even close to touching the other end. The long sleeve shirt she is wearing outlines her bra and every natural curve along the way. I'm gnawing the skin off my lower lip, trying not to fucking moan as my eyes roam down to the most ridiculous pants I've ever seen.  They are black fluffy fleece, covered in shiny silver stars. As I look further down I damn near choke on the laugh caught in my throat as I watch her wiggling her toes in these asinine toe socks with bright stripes running the length of them. I'm trying really hard to hold my reaction back as I allow my eyes to wander back over her. When I finally look up at her face I'm awestruck, taking in the mess of dark brown hair falling from her clip and framing her face. Her gorgeous eyes can't seem to decide what color they want to be. At the moment though, they are dark green with flecks of gold intertwined.

I lick my lips while staring at her mouth. Her full lips look as though she’s just been thoroughly kissed, but that’s not what has my attention. It’s her thumb that is nestled between them that has me entranced. I can't tell if she is biting or sucking on it, but damn if it isn’t fucking sexy. Through all of my ogling she's completely oblivious, her attention lost in the book she is engrossed with.

I'm not sure how long I have stood here, just watching her little reactions. It isn't until I hear Ele clear her throat that it occurs to me I have my own audience. I look over in Ele's direction, and catch her reaction. I’m pretty sure is annoyance mixed with something else- jealousy maybe? Bentley, whose attention was no longer on her book, decided to look up and ended up catching me with my cat that ate the canary grin.

I let out a short laugh, shrug, and head for the cart of food. As I sit down in the chair between the two, I debate asking the question that is eating at me since we got to this room. Finally, I decide to stop acting like a pussy and just ask, “Who taught you to fight back like that?"

Her head shot back up from her book and her eyes narrowed at me. For a second I thought maybe I had asked some forbidden question.  Perhaps it was her dirty secret, but then she closed her book and spoke so soft I barely heard her, "Dante." That was all I got, just a name, hanging on the edge of the word wondering who the fuck Dante is.

Ele chimes in with a bit more info. “Dante is Bentley's best friend since grade school. His dad owns the local gym here. It was supposed to go to Dante, but after Bentley took off, he followed. It was his way of making sure she is safe. He opened his own gym in the town where they live and has a place just down the street with his partner.”

Sadly, Ele's answer just leaves me more perplexed. What kind of guy moves a thousand miles away from his family just to be near some girl? I start to feel the jealousy prickling under my skin when I look back to Ele and catch her mouth the words, "He's gay." Well, if that doesn't make me feel like a complete dick for thinking this dude was a creeper. I know it's fucked up that it makes me happy he's not interested in her, but damn if it doesn't, especially knowing he's kept her safe.

Chapter 3

Bentley

As I watch the exchange between Ele and Asshat I can't help but feel confused as to why Dante's sexual preference means shit. Why should Asshat care that my best friend isn’t into women? Who does he think he is, that he has any right to question the people in my life?

I am about to ask as much when the dick with legs decides to grace us with more questions that are none of his damn business, “So, Spitfire, where exactly do you live?"

Motherfucker... the hot as hell apple cider I was sipping on burns its way down my throat and I choke on his words. "Spitfire…? I'm wondering… do you have a talent for pissing women off enough that they want to castrate you with rusted scissors, or am I just special?"

His laugh sends shivers down my spine and causes a fluttering in my stomach that is nothing short of nauseating. Clearly, there is a joke here I have not caught on to, since I am less than amused.

He continues with his verbal vomiting, "Well since I'm either Asshat or Ele's Boy to you, I think it's only fair you get a pet name also," he finishes the statement with a wink as if his admission is cute.

Pet name
... as fucking if I would ever think of him with any fondness. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and it sure as fuck isn't from blushing. This man is ridiculously obnoxious.

As I am thinking of something clever to retort with, he cuts my thoughts off with another less than brilliant admission, "For the record I am neither Ele's, nor am I a boy. I suppose I can be an ass, although most who refer to it usually have a much more gratifying approach. Fuck, I’ve been asked if women can lick it, bite it, kiss it, and spank it, but baby, you’re the first who has ever been intent on kicking it."

I am completely at a loss for words, not because I doubt his propositioning, but because he seems all too pleased with his proclamation. While a part of me has to concede I haven't had this much social interaction in years, and as much as I hate to admit it, or at least I was trying to convince myself I hate it, I kind of enjoy Asshat's banter.

I finally gather my thoughts enough to answer without sounding like a pathetic schoolgirl. “I am well aware you aren't a boy. Sadly, I remember all too well when those changes occur, although the squeak you delivered so eloquently earlier leaves room for doubt. I can also assure you that your assessment of my interest in your ass is decidedly correct. Since the only thing it holds of any interest to me is how much fun it would be to kick the shit out of it. And for the record, since you lack the common mannerisms of society that dictate you introduce yourself, I still have no knowledge of your name. Therefore, Asshat is a fitting alternative."

I watch as his jaw takes a slight drop before quickly returning to his usual come fuck me smirk. The one that typically graces his gorgeous face and just begs to be smacked the fuck off. Also not helping my case is the fact I can’t seem to deviate my eyes away from the lines of ink master-piecing their way across his body. I'm not sure which came first, the muscle or the tattoos, but damn if they don't outline each other in a delicious pattern that longs to be traced, very slowly, with my tongue. Starting with the ink scripted below is collarbone.

He leans in closer to where I'm sitting, his voice almost gravelly, holding a hint of the huskiness as his voice drops just above a whisper.

"My name is Tristan Reece, but those who know me well call me Tryst, and since I intend on spending plenty of time getting to know you, it's a name you should get intimately acquainted with."

I laugh so hard at the statement, I'm pretty sure I feel myself snort once or twice.
Is he for fucking real
? There is no damn way he actually just said that shit. Fucking hell, I think he may be the cockiest man I have ever met. I'm pissed he has me in a state of complete discomfort and even more irate he thinks he's gotten the better of me. Regaining my composure, I let him have a piece of my mind, "Just because you’re under the impression you’re a woman's ultimate walking wet dream, and somehow you ooze enough sexual charm and prowess to make a woman's knees weak and her panties wet, doesn't make it true. In fact, I can promise the only way you’re making my panties wet is by causing me to piss myself laughing at your delusional self-observations."

Tristan

Floored, absolutely fucking floored. I mean, sure I was thinking it, but I sure as fuck wasn't about to brag about how easily I could make her panties wet, especially not in front of Ele. For shit sake, she already tore my ass a new one when she thought I was going out of my way to harass Bentley. Although in all fairness, had Ele told me who the hell she was, I never would have taken the approach I had. I might be a prick, but I'm not a complete cocksucker. Yet now I'm sitting here looking like a jackass between two women laughing their asses off at my expense. Damn if I am not sitting here hard as hell, wondering what kind of panties she has on under those ridiculous pants. I would love nothing more than to remove that offending piece of clothing, preferably with my teeth. Sadly, my fantasy is short lived when the movement from the corner of my eye brings me back to the present. Refocusing my attention, I watch as Electra walks to the door, turns around and shoots me a look I haven't seen since I got caught sleeping in eighth grade English. Shit, I'm going to catch a wrath of hell for this.

I lift my eyebrow as she lets out an annoyed huff, "I'm going downstairs to get a real cup of coffee, are you coming or not?" I shake my head back and forth and watch as she saunters out the door.

My attention turns in the direction of the little ray of sunshine still sprawled out, unmoving on the couch. I'm contemplating a plan of action. I figure she's so preoccupied with her nose stuck in her book, she probably doesn't even know I'm still here. This of course, is the exact moment I figure she read my mind as she chimes in, “I’m sure by now whatever injury you sustained while being a moron this morning has healed enough that you can go back to your own room."

Damn it, here I was getting my hopes up that by now she would consider me on friendlier terms, and in reality she's pretty much telling me to go the fuck away. So much for making progress. I let out a grunt as I stand and head for the door. Hearing her light footsteps behind me, I wonder if maybe she isn't having a change of heart after all.

Before I open the door I turn around, damn near knocking her on her ass. This shit is really starting to get old. I mean come on, three times in less than twenty-four hours. Thanks to some seriously quick reflexes, I manage to catch her with one hand around her waist and the other firmly gripping her ass.

This is the moment I lose all common sense, because I don’t even register the royally pissed off look gracing her face before I bend down and capture her lips against my own. Seeking entry into her mouth, practically prying it open with my tongue, it never once occurs to me that my little spitfire isn't kissing me back. In fact, that little tidbit fails to register in my mind until I feel the piercing of my lip and the instant throbbing that follows. I glance down at her as she pulls away with a look of utter horror painted on her face before she takes a step back and bolts into the closest room with a lock, latching it before I even reach the door.

Swallowing hard, I get ready to knock on the door, when I am taken aback by the heavy metallic taste flooding my mouth. The piercing pain registers once again as I realize she bit me. She didn't just nip my lip. No, she bit it fucking hard, hard enough to draw a constant flow of blood. Well fuck a duck! I completely misfired on that judgment call. This is the first time I’ve ever had a girl bite me in self-defense, and if I'm being honest I really hope it’s the last.

I stand at the bedroom door for a minute weighing my options. If she hates me, will apologizing right now make any difference? If she's really that scared of me, do I have any business being here at all? Shit, I really fucked this up, best I leave and go own up to my fuck up with Ele. Better she hears about this shit from me, at least then she can see how sorry I am for fucking up with Bentley.

As I sit down at the table Ele is occupying, the words I rehearsed on my way down to the lobby flood from my mouth. “The last thing I meant to do was scare her, I swear I wasn't trying to poke a sleeping bear, I just lost control of the situation. When I caught her from falling I wasn't rationalizing. I swear to you, Ele, I didn't mean to hurt her."

I watch as Ele's eyes narrow at me. If she had even the slightest inkling of how gutted I feel in this moment, she'd know scolding me wouldn't make a bit of difference. Oddly the lecture I was expecting, and let’s face it, I was expecting Ele to go postal on my ass, was nothing like the words running through my head.

"It was bound to happen eventually. Even if it wasn't with you, it would have been some other asshat. She may hide herself away but that doesn't mean she goes unnoticed. I do, however, think it might be for the best if you stayed away from her for the remainder of time that she's here. Think you can handle that, Tryst? She'll be on her way back home tomorrow evening, so try not to traumatize her anymore before she leaves. I'd like our friendship to be salvageable once she's gone. I really don't want her thinking I asked her here so my idiotic cover model could cause more emotionally scarring memories of this place. I know being here as it is, is tearing her apart. I'm not about to see her pushed back into months of therapy from spending two days here. I mean it, Tryst, stop thinking with your dick for once and consider what you’re doing."

While Ele and I both know that shit isn't true, since my first run in with Bentley, it seems like my dick is calling all of the shots. I give Ele a conceding nod, agreeing to stay away, then stand up and walk back towards the elevators. I step off and am tempted to go straight to knock on her door. I know I just promised Ele I'd stay the fuck away, but it’s eating me alive not knowing she's okay. My smarter brain makes a better judgment call though, determining I'm not really in the mood to sustain any further bodily injury.

If she swings that knee at me one more time, I'm liable to bend that sweet little ass of hers over my own knees and spank her until she's screaming my name, begging for my cock. I take a step back and adjust the erection now tenting my pant, thanking any fucking god listening that she didn't choose that moment to emerge.

I walk quickly to my own room, slamming the door shut behind me. I kick my shoes off, and slide my pants to the floor, stepping out of them as I walk to the bed. I have every intention of closing my eyes and drifting off to nothingness, only when I close my eyes I'm tormented with snippets from the day replaying in my head. My mind settles on the image of me standing behind her as she worked the elliptical, her hips shifting back and forth and her ass bouncing slightly with each movement. With a feverish need I stroke away at the erection throbbing in my palm. Using the pre-cum escaping the tip as a lubricant, I stroke harder and faster. I picture her lying under me as I pound into her relentlessly, her nails digging into my back and her heels pushing into my thighs begging me to go deeper. The breathy moans and heavy panting, her tits bouncing as I push her further into the mattress.

I moan as her tight little pussy clenches around my cock tightening even further as I push her to the edge of her orgasm. I drive into her even harder, my own release teetering on the edge, just a few more thrusts, as she quivers around me. I feel the moment her orgasm takes her over the edge, her pussy clenching me tighter, milking me as I come deep inside her. As I open my eyes to look at her, I find myself staring up at the ceiling with my dick growing soft in my hand, and cum covering my stomach. I groan as I stand and head for the bathroom. Tomorrow is going to be one long fucking day.