Undeniable Love - Journey of Love Book 2 (8 page)

“We were too busy to visit. MaryLou wants you to finish that quilt you started a few months back with her. You don’t want to break the poor old lady’s heart, do you?”

I stopped walking as my mouth dropped open. “Joyce Williams, you are not laying a guilt trip on me right now?”

“Oh, but I do believe I am.”

Rolling my eyes, I looked down the beach as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. I had fallen in love with Tristan’s parents last Christmas. We had kept in touch and I was one hundred percent positive, Tristan knew nothing about my growing friendship with his mother and father.

I had gone to visit them four months back and spent a week with them. I had learned to quilt, castrate cows, shoot a 30 ot 6 with more of an accurate shot than Peter had ever seen, and gut a hog. The last one, gutting a hog, I wasn’t too thrilled about and threw up at least three times during the whole process. My heart was torn. If I was going to walk away and forget Tristan forever, that meant walking away from Joyce and Peter.

“Kathryn? Are you still there?”

Attempting to control my tears, I replied, “When should I come down?”

Joyce made a silly sound and yelled out, “Kathryn is coming for a visit!” Giggling, I shook my head. I had no idea who she had just told, but it made me smile. Joyce and Peter were the only people who called me Kathryn since the day I left Florida to move to Texas. The only other people who called me by my full name were my parents and my best friend, Mindy, from high school.

“What about the week before Christmas?”

“Um, I don’t know, Joyce.”

“He won’t be here, Kathryn. I promise you.”

Closing my eyes, I pulled my phone away and let the sob escape.

Damn you, Tristan Williams. I hate you.

Taking control over my emotions, I barely got out the words. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Wonderful. I’ll let MaryLou know. Talk to you soon, darling.”

“Bye, Joyce,” I whispered as I dropped the phone to my side. I’d go one last time. I was going to have to explain to Joyce why this would be my last visit. It would be hard as hell, but I needed to move on.

Pulling my phone up, I searched for his number. Hitting his name, I smiled when he answered.

“Miss me already?”

Dodge.
Even his voice calmed my nerves. Maybe my dependency on Dodge was more than just sex. He had a way of making me feel at ease and wanted. Was I just too afraid to let go of the past that I couldn’t see what was in my future?

“Checking to see if you had changed your mind and turned around yet?”

Dodge laughed and I could tell he had his windows rolled down. “Hey babe, the club is calling. Can I call you back?”

My smile faded. “Sure. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Ryn.”

“Later.”

Walking back to the beach house, I wondered how many times I would run into Tristan and Sierra. I was hoping none. I didn’t think I would be able to take seeing them together like I had last night.

Shaking my head, I began to run. I pushed Tristan from my mind and began thinking about work.

STANDING ON THE DECK OF
my family’s beach house, I closed my eyes and just let the salt air hit my face. I was worn out from last night. Sierra had insisted on coming back to my place and we sat for almost three hours talking . . . about feelings. I’d rather push pins through my eyes.

“Hey.”

Turning, I smiled when I saw Sierra standing there with Starbucks coffee in her hands. “I’m going to head on over to my place and help Dad finish up painting. You doing okay?”

Reaching for the coffee, I nodded. “I didn’t sleep much last night.” Raising an eyebrow, Sierra nodded her head. “Okay, Sierra, just spit it out.”

She slowly took a sip of coffee and then walked up next to me. She faced the water as I leaned against the railing, my back facing the beach. “I ran into Ryn this morning and let me tell you, I think she was still pretty pissed about what happened between us last night.”

Blowing on my coffee, I asked, “Really?”

“Yeah. Tristan, I’m pretty sure Ryn has some strong feelings for you. I think her boy toy has gone back to Austin. If you want to make a move, now is the time to do it.”

Swallowing hard, I turned and looked down the beach. “What if she can’t forgive me, Sierra?”

Placing her hand on my arm, she gave it a squeeze. Turning, I looked down into her blue eyes. They were filled with compassion. “If she loves you, she’ll forgive you for the dick-ass move you made on her.”

Laughing, I placed my hand on the side of Sierra’s face. “I wonder what would have happened if we had really met back in college?”

Smiling, Sierra wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “I’m guessing we would have had crazy, hot, sex every day. Maybe even dabbled in a threesome, which by the way has always been a fantasy of mine. You would have taught me some kinky shit and I probably would have opened up a naughty lingerie store and catered to bored housewives who wanted to spice up their marriages.”

Standing there staring at Sierra, I had to process everything she had just said. “Who are you? Where did you come from? You’re like the girl of my dreams.”

Taking a step closer, Sierra reached up on her toes as she placed her hand on my chest. Instinctively, I lowered my lips closer to hers. When her hand began to move down my chest, to my stomach, we both smiled. “Do you think it would be worth risking our blossoming friendship to see how we would be in bed together?” Her hand landed on the hard bulge in my pants.

“Jesus, Sierra. Do you know how fucking seductive you are, or is this just you being you?” I asked as I licked my lips.

Biting on her lip, she shook her head. “I think I should go before we make a mistake I know we will both regret.”

My dick was so hard in my pants; I reached down and pushed her hand against my hard cock. “I’m thinking I don’t care at this point.”

“Tristan . . .” I dropped my coffee cup and grabbed both sides of Sierra’s face. Smashing my lips to hers, I kissed her. I couldn’t believe how much my body wanted Sierra, but my heart was fighting it like a son-of-a-bitch.

Sierra wrapped her arms around me as I moved my hands down and picked her up. Wrapping her legs around me, I carried her into the house. Something snapped in both of us. The way our tongues moved together was like we were crazed. Teeth hitting against each other as I walked over to the sofa. Dropping down, I never took my lips off hers. Sierra moaned as she began pushing off her shorts. Our kiss broke for less than ten seconds as we both ripped our shirts up and over our heads. One quick look at her breasts, I moaned and whispered, “Fuck.”

Pressing her lips back to mine, Sierra crawled on top of me. She began grinding her pussy against my hard dick as she pulled her lips from mine. “Oh God, what are we doing? This is . . . wrong . . . so wrong.”

Pushing her bra up, her tits dropped down. I quickly pulled one into my mouth and began sucking on it.

“Oh God. Tristan, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” Her body had been neglected for so long. The way Sierra reacted to my touch was amazing. Her body was begging to be fucked.

“Sierra, I want to fuck your body and give it the attention it deserves.”

Lifting up so I could pull my pants down, Sierra watched as my dick sprung free. “Ahh . . .” was all she said as she took my dick in her hand. I jerked and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to me.

“What do you want, Sierra?”

Closing her eyes, she whispered, “To forget.”

Turning, I saw my wallet on the end table. Reaching for it, I opened it and took out a condom. “Sierra, look at me.”

Her eyes sprung open and tears began to build. “You are not my fuck buddy, Sierra. I’m giving you what is long overdue.”

“Tristan,” pulling her head closer to me, we rested our foreheads together, “make me forget him, please. Make me feel desirable again.”

Picking Sierra up, I moved her off of me as I slid the condom on. Motioning for her to sit back on me, she quickly moved over me. She positioned her pussy right at my tip. Looking into my eyes, she said, “I haven’t been with anyone but my ex-husband in over ten years.”

Smiling, I said, “Then I’ve got a lot of teaching in this fuck session, don’t I?”

She quickly sank down on me and let out a whimper. “Holy fuck, you’re huge.”

“And that would be the correct thing to say to a man you just pushed your pussy down on.”

She began moving as she placed her hands on my chest. “Feels so good. So. Much. Better. Than. A. Vibrator.”

Laughing, I placed my hands on her hips. “Ride me, Sierra. Let it go and fuck the hell out of me.”

And that she did. I had never had a girl let go like she did. I wondered what kind of sex life she had with her ex. Probably vanilla. The way she was grabbing her tits had me fighting like hell to hold off.

“Sierra, you’re getting close. I can feel you’re body trembling.”

She looked into my eyes and said, “Oh God, Tristan!” She began moving faster as her orgasm ripped through her body. She called my name out over and over as she rode me until the last ripple of her orgasm vanished.

I wasn’t done with her yet. I intended on showing her what a real man would do with her body if she was his.

Lifting her up, I set her on the sofa and stood. “Stand behind the sofa, Sierra. I’m fucking you from behind.”

“I’ve never . . . I mean . . .”

Damn it. That asshole husband of hers neglected her in every possible way.

Pulling her up, I walked her around to the back of the sofa. “Lean against the sofa and spread your legs open.”

I dropped to the ground and before she could protest, I buried my face in her pussy.

“Mother of all . . . oh God yes!” All it took was a couple of sucks on her clit and she was screaming out my name again. In the middle of her orgasm, I stood up and spun her around, pushing her over the sofa. Spreading her legs apart, I buried my dick deep inside her. Sierra hissed through her teeth, “Fuck!”

Grabbing her hips, I began to fuck her hard and fast. She began calling out my name and a few other words I couldn’t make out. The way her body responded to mine was unreal. I was sure it was because she had not had sex in so long, and had never had a good fucking before.

Pulling out, I told her to turn around. Lifting her up, I sank her back down on my dick. I turned and walked up against the door to the garage and pushed her against it. Looking into my eyes, Sierra hissed out, “Yes. Oh God yes!”

I began to move in and out of Sierra. Her pussy was so fucking tight and it had taken everything in me not to come the moment my dick sank deep into her. “Sierra, come again for me.”

Sierra began thrashing her head back and forth. “Can’t. I’ve never . . .”

I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in hard. Screaming out, Sierra began moving along with me and it didn’t take long for her to cry out in pleasure again. I’d fucked plenty of girls, but this was different. Sierra needed to know what it was like to have a man desire her body. What it was like to let go and enjoy sex to the fullest. Seeing her let herself go and knowing I was helping her to move on and gain some self-esteem was amazing.

“Yeah, I can feel you pulling my cock in further.”

Her eyes lit up as she bit down on her lip. “Tristan, God I’m coming so damn hard.”

Smiling, I gave her my all until I couldn’t hold it back. “I’m gonna come, Sierra.” I whispered as I called out her name and poured my cum into the condom.

Sierra dropped her head back against the door as we both took a few moments to get our breath back. Sierra whispered, “I feel you jumping inside me still.” Giving me a drop dead gorgeous smile, she purred, “That was amazing.”

Chuckling, I lifted her up and pulled out of her. “Yeah, it was. Are you tired?” I asked as I picked her up and carried her over to the sofa.

Sierra stretched out on the sofa as she took slow, deep breaths to calm down her breathing. “Yes. I’ve never done anything like that before. I can’t seem to . . . to catch my breath.” Pulling the condom off, I walked into the kitchen and tossed it in the garbage.

Walking back into the living room, Sierra was smiling at me. “What?” I asked.

“I’ve never met someone so confident in himself.”

Lifting my eyebrow, I tilted my head. “Once I know what I want, I go for it.”

“I’ll say.”

Walking over to the sofa, I motioned for her to move over. I crawled in behind her and pulled her to my body.

Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blew her air out slowly. “You know I don’t need you to coddle me, Tristan.”

“I know, Sierra. I want to hold you, if that’s okay.”

Her body relaxed a bit as we laid there for a good ten minutes with neither of us talking. I didn’t feel like we had done anything wrong. It was obvious we both wanted each other. I hadn’t known Sierra all that long, but I liked her company. Her friendship. If we hadn’t done this now, it would have probably gotten in the way of our friendship.

“Tristan, this doesn’t change anything between us. I mean, the sexual tension was for sure there, but our friendship feels like the more dominant feeling.”