Tryst (13 page)

“I’m so sorry. It must be really difficult to watch someone you’ve come to care for die in front of you like that. Especially knowing there isn’t anything you can do to help.”

Her voice was soft and it calmed the memories trying to plague me.

“Yeah, I took it pretty hard for a while. I realized my behavior wasn’t honoring his memory. I was starting fights with anyone and everyone I came across. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have a good reason. I just needed an excuse to be able to hurt. He died just a couple months before we were set to re-enlist. Cage decided on another four years, but I chose to leave the Corps. Aggie was really ill and I wanted to be there for her. Thank God she’s a fighter because I don’t know what I would do if I had lost her then. That was when I got the next tattoo. There’s a triquetra between my shoulder blades. I did it to cope I guess, as a way to convince myself everything has a balance.” I say the words in hope she understands what I mean. “Most people don’t think there is any real symbolism in tattoos, but almost all of mine have a meaning.”

“I think it’s beautiful you chose to honor your fallen friend. I know often times soldiers come to regard the men around them as brothers. War just does something to a person, and that need to feel close to someone creates a bond that is often thicker than blood. I think both are good choices. The triquetra on your back is really nice. Life, death, and rebirth, I like that. It’s a reminder that all things come full circle. One of my favorite teachers used to tell me all the time when one door closes another opens. I think it’s the same when you lose someone. When they are taken from you, they aren’t ever forgotten but they leave a space behind for someone new to fill. Aggie sounds like a really great woman. I’m glad for your sake that she got well again, though I envy you having a strong female figure in your life.”

I shouldn’t really be surprised she knows what the symbol is, but I am relieved she understands it. Not so much because she had lost someone also, but I like her reasoning. That losing my friend meant someone new might enter my life. It also gives me hope that she might come to accept me as a stability in her own.

“If I didn’t have Aggie, I’m not really sure I’d still be around. She talked me down from the ledge on more than a few occasions. She’d love you. Aggie is a real ball buster and she’d give that mouth of yours a run for its money. That’s only right though, she had a sailor for a husband and she picked up his love of dirty words.”

I chuckle as I think of some of the things that have come out of that woman’s mouth. She used to make the guys on leave blush harder than a priest in a whorehouse. Looking over at Bentley I notice her squinting at the tattoo snaked on the inside of my wrist.

“I have several other smaller tattoos scattered, each has its own meaning but those three are the ones I can remember off the top of my head.”

She gives me a small nod before turning back to look out the windshield. I watch as her posture grows antsy and she quickly whips her head to view a sign we just passed.

“You do realize you missed the turn off, right? This way will take us an extra half hour to get back home. Not to mention it’s almost never driven, so if we break down or something were freaking stuck out here until a tow truck can get to us,” she says in more of a squeal than actual speaking.

I laugh at her sudden theatrics like something is going to come out of nowhere and crash into us. Continuing down the back road, it’s peaceful and quiet. This is the kind of night you can get lost in. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and with there being no lights on this old back road, you can see every star shining in the night sky.  She rolls the windows down as the smell of oranges wafts through the breeze from the orange groves.

It’s about fifteen miles further before we hit the most congested part of the grove. I take in a deep breath as I hear a click and look over to see her climbing across her seat.

“What are you doing?” I ask, while pulling over so as not to wreck her car.

“Well I’ll give you two guesses, and one of them isn’t looking for driving lessons,” she replied, as I put the windows back up, hit the lock switch and put the seat back any extra it might go.

Before I can even recline the seat, her tongue is seeking entry in my mouth as she straddles my lap.  Wondering where the hell this is coming from, but not stupid enough to fucking ask, I say fuck it and see just how far she’s willing to go.  As she settles further in my lap I can feel the heat of her pussy, her own dampness seeping through my pants. She’s grinding against my cock, moaning into my mouth each time the friction scrapes across her clit. She is breathing heavy as she tugs at my hair, sucking on my tongue like it’s her favorite flavor. My hands are on her thighs, driving her further into my cock, needing to feel her pulsing against it. Reaching my hands under her skirt I slip my finger under the thin lace and pull it down toward her knees. She reached a hand back pulling it the rest of the way off her leg and then again with the other leaving her bare above me.

Her hands tug at my shirt. I pull it over my head, and let her feel my skin under her fingertips. My dick is about to break through my zipper as her tongue glides from my collarbone and across the ink marking my chest. Her fingers dance across my abs, and trace along the edge of my pants. I’m seriously reconsidering having gone commando tonight as my pre-cum seeps into the front of my pants. My breath hitches as she undoes the button and slides the zipper down, my cock springing free as she grasps it in her hand.  I lift a bit off the seat and pull my pants down my thighs so I can feel her skin against mine. I capture her mouth again before slipping my hands under her shirt and unclasping her bra, pulling it away as I pinch and pull at her nipples, making the buds harden.

I pull her shirt and bra off and suck one of the hardened nipples between my teeth, swirling my tongue around it. A small moan escapes her lips as her nails dig into the back of my neck, pushing her further into my mouth. I break away from her for mere moments before taking her mouth to mine.  Bentley gasps into my mouth as I slide a finger through her folds pushing it deep inside her. Liquid pools around my finger, coating straight to my palm as I add another, pumping into her as she rides them. I use my thumb to circle her hardened clit as she strokes faster squeezing at my cock. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and I increase my pace while pushing down on her hardened nub. She tosses her head back as the pleasure courses through her, seizing my fingers in a vice grip as her orgasm overtakes her, her cum dripping down my fingers. She watches me through hooded eyes as I put the two fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off of them.  When I finish licking her off of me, she swipes her tongue across my lips before teasing my cock against her opening.

Holy fuck! She missed her calling as a porn star, because I damn near came watching her lick her lips after licking mine. She has no fucking idea just how hot that is. Getting her off, and then watching her taste herself after I finish savoring her cum. That is easily one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed.

Nothing has ever felt as good as the moment she impales herself on my cock, instantly encasing it in her throbbing wet tightness. I’m barely holding on, digging my fingers in her ass as she bobs up and down, riding my dick like a see saw. Her nails are digging into my shoulders while I lift her up and down, matching her thrusts and pounding into her even deeper. I can feel the orgasm building in my spine moments before I stiffen and come hard inside her, coating her walls with my cum. My body continues to spasm in pleasure as she continues to fuck me, milking every drop until I start to soften inside her.

After grabbing my shirt, I pull out and place the shirt under her to catch the spill. Her head falls against my chest, and I can feel each beat of her heart pulsing against my skin.  After letting her rest against me for a few minutes I lift her shirt back over her head, and use mine to clean her as best as I can in the confined space. I pull my pants back up and I watch as Bentley moves back to her own seat, slipping her skirt back into place, and throwing her shirt back on. She doesn’t bother to retrieve her bra and panties.

It isn’t lost on me that we just fucked bare. “I guess now would be as good a time as any to mention that I’m clean,” I say, not trying to sound like a jackass but failing miserably.

The small exhale escaping her lips slams straight into my heart as she replies, “I kind of figured that since you didn’t stop me. I mean, I hope if you weren’t, you would have said something. But even if you didn’t, it’s a bit late now don’t you think? You already know I’m clean and well obviously that I’m protected so I guess that’s that.”

By the time we reach her house she’s fallen asleep, her head resting against the window.  After parking in her drive, I open her front door so I can carry her in, trying not to wake her. I almost succeed, but as I lay her in her bed she awakens just long enough to discard her clothing and crash into the pillows, pulling the covers up to curl around her. I quietly close the door to her bedroom before easing down the stairs. I double check the locks before grabbing my dirty shirt and securing her car. I then head back across the street and make it as far as the couch before crashing.

Chapter 13

Bentley

I wake up naked and with a raging headache. I bury my head in my pillow, letting out a moan at both the pounding in my head and the memory of what I did last night. What on God’s green Earth was I thinking? Oh my… I rode Tristan like he was a prized stallion; as I recall the memory while trying to lose myself in a burrow of blankets. No way am I going to be able to face anyone today. As I turn toward the clock the blinking 12:00 sets off a small panic. Noon. How the hell did I sleep until noon? Springing out of bed and rushing to get dressed, I hop around the room one-legged while trying to get my other leg in the pant hole. I run a brush through the rats nest in my hair, and remove as much of the raccoon look painted around my eyes as I can, before heading downstairs.

The smell of coffee lingering in the air is welcoming. We are coming into the few cold weeks we experience a year right before the holidays and something warm sounded really good right now, with several aspirin and a shot of Bailey’s to take the edge off. Seriously, what the fuck did I drink last night? I felt fine enough to drive, which was obviously complete shit judging by my behavior.

Making my way into the kitchen, Lith is standing there already and hands me a hot steaming cup of goodness. The grin she’s wearing tells me she knows something but in true Lith fashion she intends to torture it out of me. Her voice, however, sounds like nails on a chalkboard as she goads me. “So what did you end up doing last night? You didn’t get home for at least two hours after me,” she teased.

“Umm, we ended up taking the scenic route since Tristan insisted on driving and ending up taking Old Citrus Grove, because he refused to turn around and take the right exit,” I retort.

“Uh huh. So how does that explain him carrying you in shirtless with his pants unzipped, and you with your shirt inside out and lipstick smeared across your mouth? Don’t even try lying to me, Bentley, I know you better than that. You slept with him!” she stated, half teasing, half lecturing.

“Ugh, fine! Yes I was with him last night, although I can assure you the last thing we did was sleep.” She’s practically jumping as I continue to recall the events of last evening. “I don’t know what came over me. One minute I was pissed at his macho display of idiocy, acting all caveman, like he has some claim on me. Then the next thing I know, I’m climbing into his lap while he pulls over, and my goodness, Lith, it was so fucking hot. I had always wanted to live out that fantasy. It’s why I wrote it in several of my books. Last night, though, blew any expectations I had out of the water. If that man tried to bottle sex, women everywhere would be lining up for a taste of it.  Of course, waking up alone pretty much sucked, but truthfully I don’t know how I would have faced him. I mean we aren’t dating or anything, and I’ve never even considered just having sex with someone without any commitment. God, Lith, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” I admit, while burying my face in my hands.

It’s been two days and I’ve yet to face Tristan. I’m not necessarily avoiding him, but I’m not actively seeking him out, either. Having a deadline for my next book, I’ll have to hole myself away this coming week, so maybe the timing isn’t such a bad thing. He could totally regret what happened. I mean it would explain him taking off that night, so avoidance is the best answer. 

Lith has been spending her time with Dante so I have been catching up on some writing. With a rumble in my stomach and few items in the fridge, I decide I need to grab some necessities. Getting ready to go to the grocery store, it dawns on me I haven’t been in my car since that night. A flush of embarrassment washes over me when I go to unlock the door and glance at my lacy undergarments strewn across my back seat.  Not really wanting to leave them there or shove them in my purse, I figure I’ll toss them in my gym bag in the trunk for now and take them out later when I do laundry.

While I am leaning into my trunk to reach the bag that had managed to get shoved all the way to the back, a pair of hands graze across my ass before latching onto my hips. Jumping at the sudden contact, I turn quickly, nearly falling into my trunk and let out a blood curdling scream. That is about the time everything goes to shit. A hand clasps over my mouth and I bite down as hard as I can. The stranger grabs his hand back with a yelp and I use the opportunity to kick him in the shin as hard I can before taking off toward Tristan’s. Half-way to his door, I am tackled by what feels like a freight train of muscle. Flipped onto my back, I use every opportunity to kick, bite, slap, and scream to get him off of me, but he isn’t budging.

In all of the confusion and chaos, I don’t register Tristan yelling at us. As my attacker looks up, I land a quick jab to his windpipe. As he falls backwards, I jump up and slam my heel into his balls twisting them into the ground before a pair of arms lock around me, lifting me away from him. I try and break free from the grip, too furious and scared to calm down. When big, tall, and seriously pissed off tries to stand up, I kick out once more, slamming my shoe into his face.

Now even more infuriated, he stands up spitting out blood before screaming, “Damn girl, what the fuck is your problem? I was just trying to help since you didn’t seem like you were able to reach that bag.”

Matching his tone, I shout right back, “Who the fuck are you? I don’t recall asking for any fucking help, and I don’t appreciate you chasing me across my yard and tackling my ass. If anyone here is owed an explanation I’m pretty sure it’s me, asshole.”

Standing back up and righting myself I take in the image in front of me. This man is built a lot like Tristan. He could probably get into a fight with a brick wall and still come out winning. He’s harder though, the five o’clock shadow he’s sporting makes him look both rugged and slightly dangerous. His eyes are dark gray, like the sky before a storm. His lips are full but that could also be from getting kicked in the face. His hair is a deep dark brown, and messy with blades of grass sticking out in odd directions. Standing up straight and looking down at me as if he’s ready to pounce I feel more than small. I’d be lucky if I even came to this man’s chest. I’d wager he even has a few inches on Tristan, and he’s a fucking giant compared to me. A strangled sound somewhere between laughter and annoyance draws both of our attention to Tristan standing behind us.

“Aww hell, I can explain,” he says, while running his hands through his hair. “Umm, Bentley, meet Cage. He’s the close friend of mine who will be staying with me for a while. Cage, meet Bentley, my uh, well she’s my neighbor, but it’s more complicated than that,” Tristan finishes with a sheepish grin.

“By complicated you mean you’re sleeping with her? So why the fuck didn’t you just say that when I got here?” Cage asks in annoyance.

I cross my arms waiting to hear what excuse he’s got for this one. I’d rather he not go around telling strangers we’re sleeping together, especially since that seems to be all were doing, but I’d like to really know the reason he’s hiding it like I’m some dirty little secret he’d rather not admit to being with. Like somehow I’m a few steps below being the kind of girl he’d normally be screwing.

Deciding I don’t really want to hear whatever excuse he has I turn back to Cage, “Why the hell did you grab me? That’s all I want to know. Whatever shit was not said between the two of you is on him. I just want to know what possessed you to think it was okay to grope a perfect stranger,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

He gets a little red in the face before answering, “Honestly, Tristan kept talking about the hotter than sin sex pot across the street. I figured I’d check you out for myself, though, I swear I’d never have touched you had I know you were banging Tristan.”

“First of all, we aren’t banging. Second of all, even if we were, that still doesn’t give you the right to put your fucking hands on me. I don’t know where you come from, but in my neck of the woods it’s a surefire way to lose your balls, so I’ll make it simple for you. Try that shit again and I’ll be serving you your dick on a silver platter. Maybe where you’re from girls don’t mind a perfect stranger walking up and sexually assaulting them, but here we take offense to that shit,” I retort.

I’m humiliated more than anything else as I storm back to my car, ignoring Tristan’s pleas to hold up and listen. I don’t need to listen. I don’t need to hear how I’m just some fuck who doesn’t even mean enough to him to tell his buddy about. Getting in my car, I take off a bit quicker than needed, but I have to get the hell out of here before I let the situation bother me even more.

Tristan

Seeing Cage on top of Bentley damn near set me off. I wanted to kill him. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Even if it was my fault for not telling him about her, the fucker had no business putting his hands on her. Now she thinks it’s all about sex… fuck me, this day can’t get any worse. As Cage stands there rubbing his throat and spitting out more blood, I can see the fury in his eyes.

“Why the fuck didn’t you just tell me you were fucking her? I mean I get it, she’s hot.  A bit fucking crazy, but hey, even I can overlook that,” he says, with satisfaction.

“It isn’t fucking like that. She’s not just some fuck them and leave them girl. I like Bentley a fucking lot, and the last thing I need is you making some fucked up competition out of shit, trying to bag her,” I retort with hostility in my voice.

“One time. Tristan. One fucking time, and I was drunk off my ass. I didn’t ask your girl to suck my dick. She did that on her own. Okay, so I didn’t exactly stop her, but I also didn’t know you two were still screwing around, either. I swear I’m not going to put a move on Bentley, and it’s obvious she’s more than a lay since you look ready to murder me. I’ll stay the fuck away from her. Hell, if you had just opened your fucking mouth I wouldn’t have gone near her anyway.”

Letting out a sigh, I know he’s right. I should have said something about her. “She’s special okay, and she’s been through hell and fucking back. You got lucky. I’m surprised she didn’t try to take your head off with a tire iron. Seriously though, I’d ease up around her.  She’s got a knack for nailing your balls with whatever object she can get her hands on, and her aim is fucking deadly. I have no doubt she’s made more than a few men sterile.” I finish the statement with a cringe, feeling a sudden aching in my manhood.

It’s been four days, four fucking days since I’ve seen Bentley, since I’ve felt her skin against mine, and since I’ve tasted her. I’m going fucking insane. I’m about ready to storm over to her house and knock the damn door down. In fact, I think I’ll do just that. I’ll go pound on it until she fucking answers.

As I open my front door, I’m slammed with the sight I’m witnessing. There is Cage, my best fucking friend, slipping through my girl’s door. No fucking way. No way in hell am I losing another girl to him, especially not one I’d go to heaven and back to hell for. This shit isn’t fucking happening.

I pound on Bentley’s door until she opens it, immediately walking through, pushing her back using my body and kicking the door shut. “Stay the fuck away from him,” I say, digging my fingers into her sides. “I don’t know how I can make it any more fucking clear to you, Bentley. You’re mine, and I don’t fucking share. Where the fuck is that son of a bitch hiding, huh, Bentley?”

She looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind before answering me. “Tristan, I really don’t have time for any bullshit. What do you want?” she asks with a huff.

“What the fuck do I want? Oh, that’s real rich, Bentley. I don’t see you for days, yet I catch my best friend sneaking through your door, and when you answer you look like you’ve just had the daylights fucked out of you. What do I want? I want to know what you’re doing with Cage.

An even more puzzled look crosses her face, “What the hell are you talking about, Tristan? What about Cage?”

I’m fucking livid. She must really take me for a fool, like I’m too fucking blind to know what I saw. I’ve tried really hard to show Bentley respect, to give her the space she somehow decided she needed, but I’m not fool enough to stand here and be walked on.  Bentley flinches as my fingers dig further into her and she pulls away rubbing her sides. I don’t know what’s come over me. Aggie taught me better than this. I’d never hurt a woman before, at least not outside of a bedroom. She turns to walk back away from me, thinking this conversation is over.

“We aren’t fucking done here, sweetheart. I know he’s fucking here. I just saw him sneak through your door not five minutes ago. Come out you fucking bastard, I know you’re fucking hiding in here,” I scream, echoing through her house.

Bentley turns back to me with a huff, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Tristan. I’ve barely left my office in the last three days. So if Cage is sneaking in here, it’s news to me.”

Fucking livid that she could stand here in front of me and lie to my face, I accuse her of fucking Cage, “Don’t fucking lie to me, Bentley, it looks as if he just took you up against the goddamn wall. You know, I knew you were capable of being a bitch, but I never pictured you as a slut.”

The slap across my face echoes through her living room. The side of my face is going painfully numb as the stinging sensation subsides. Moments later, I hear two sets of feet bounding down her steps. I turn just in time to see a worried Lith reach the bottom landing.

“What the fuck is going on down here? I heard shouting. Is everything okay, Bentley? You look like you’re about to bust out in tears.”