Everything I Need (13 page)

“Fuck!” I moan and he slowly pulls out completely before thrusting back into me. Stilling again, he growls down at me.

“Take that fucking shirt off, now!”

With the position I’m in, I struggle to remove the damn t-shirt. He circles his hips slowly as I do. I just have my black bra on now and he shakes his head at me.

“I want to see them fucking tits, Sophia.”

Leaning back down on the bed, one arm behind me, I unclasp my bra pull it off as he continues circling his hips, torturing the fuck out of me. When I’m finally free of my bra, he starts to move again, slow at first but his rhythm becomes faster, harder as he bites his lower lip and nods. Taking hold of the bedspread, I curl my fingers around the fabric as Tristan keeps pounding into me over and over again. I begin to moan even louder. I feel like I can’t fucking take it.

“That’s my girl,” Tristan says, his jaw tight. “Mmm . . . Fucking take that cock.”

“Ah, fuck! Tristan!” I moan again, feeling the moisture from my arousal starting to build up on him every time he slams back into me.

“You fucking little liar.” He punctuates each word with hard thrusts. “Hmm . . . I can’t fucking hear you!” he yells as he continues his punishing rhythm into me.

Arching my back, lifting slightly off the bed, I scream, “Yes!”

Rotating his hips every time he’s fully in me now, he releases my legs and falls down on my body with his elbows propped on each side of my head, keeping up the same hard force as he’s fucking me. I love how my breasts push up against his bare chest with every thrust he makes. My nipples are so sensitive that every time they rub against him, I feel the jolt go straight to my core. Taking my hair in his hand, he pulls, turning my face to the side.

“Yes, what?” he whispers as he begins to lick and suck on my neck.

“I’m a fucking liar.”

Clawing at his back now, I feel the pull inside of me again about to spill. He tugs my hair harder and I moan back to him through his thrusts. He crashes his mouth down on mine again, his breaths deepening each time he slams back into me. Biting my lower lip hard, he lifts his chest off of mine and gazes down at me, his head cocked to the side.

“You miss my cock, Sophia?”

Licking my lips, I close my eyes tightly. Looking at him as he talks to me this way, while fucking me senseless like this, is throwing me over the edge again. Hearing my arousal slap every time he enters me now is almost too much.

“Sophia . . .”

“I miss your fucking cock, Tristan!” I scream at him before losing myself completely again in another orgasm.

“Ah fuck, my girl.”

He squeezes my hips and pounds through my orgasm before he stills. I feel his warm cum shooting up inside me. We both still, panting hard, trying to come back down.

Tristan lays on top of me for what seems like an hour before he eases himself out of me. I wince at the loss of him. Shit, I forgot how sore I get when fucking him. I can’t move. I’m spent and dead ass tired. My body lies limply on the bed.
Shit!
I could pass out like this.

When Tristan stands, I keep my eyes closed. I don’t want to say anything to him; I just want to lie here. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything back, but I thought he would at least leave my room when he was finished.

I feel him move my body up and over, adjusting me better on the bed. His release slowly trickles out of me.
Gross!
But I’m too drunk and tired to even care. He lifts my body up one more time to pull the comforter out from underneath me and places me back down, sliding in next to me and covering us both up. Then he pulls me up to him and gently kisses my forehead.

I know I should pull away, but tonight I’m living the lie that Tristan is actually mine. I feel him running his lips in feather-like kisses over my closed eyelids as he whispers something to me that I can’t quite make out. I fade out from exhaustion.

Chapter Twelve

Tristan

Holding my girl tight, I fucking love how she fits perfectly in my arms, melting into my body. I’m in paradise watching her drift off to sleep in the sex coma I just put her in. I finally have her back now, even if she doesn’t want to accept it yet. She will. I don’t have any regrets taking her the way I did. I don’t give a shit about her
boyfriend
either. Sophia doesn’t belong to him anymore, as a matter of fact. I don’t think she ever really did. She was and always will be mine.

The movement of those beautiful tits against my chest as her breaths even out stirs my dick again.
Christ!
It’s only her I can never get enough of. Cocking my head to the side, I bend over and kiss her sweet face. My chest is so tight. The love I have for this woman is unbelievable. Placing one last soft kiss on her delicate eyelid, I let my girl finally know.

“Love you, baby girl,” I whisper, barely getting the words out from the back of my throat.

Pulling back slightly, I adjust her more comfortably across my chest. I know she’s passed out, but I don’t care. Finally being able to let her know what’s been deep inside releases some of the tension I’ve been carrying around. 

With one arm wrapped around my girl, I stretch back with my other arm and rest my head back onto my hand. I love the feel of our fucking still on my heated skin. Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I can still taste her. A low moan crawls up my throat just at the memory. In no time, I pass out, too.

Sophia

Slowly fluttering my eyes open, I feel warmth and hardness beneath my palms.
What!
I jerk away quickly and Tristan stirs in his sleep. We’re wrapped around each other like fucking vines. The sun is just starting to rise but it’s still fairly dark out, casting purple and pink hues into my room.

I’m naked and sore as fuck. I wasn’t that drunk last night, so I clearly remember what the hell I did. I just assumed that when I woke up, he would be gone. I should know freaking better. Tristan never leaves my side afterwards. Damn it!

The next thing that comes into my mind is Benny’s sweet face. I don’t love him but hurting him in any way tears me apart. I can’t believe I was so weak.
Shit!
I’ve only been here a couple days and I already fucked Tristan.

Blowing out a defeated breath, I peel myself off Tristan and turn over slowly. I don’t want to wake him and I sure as hell am not ready to talk to him yet. I fucked up; man, did I ever fuck up.

Ashamed of myself, I take easy steps into the bathroom with my head hung, my hair falling in my face. Closing the door weakly behind me, I flip the light switch on and wince at its brightness. My mouth drops open when I look into the mirror.
What the fuck?

Hickies lie all over my breasts, my neck, and even on my inner thighs and abdomen. I look like a fucking leper. Covering my mouth up with one hand, I trace some of the marks with my index finger. I’m so screwed.

Then another thought just occurred to me. The guys! Tristan and I were screaming at each other last night, so I’m sure they all heard the whole fight. And just like back in the fucking dressing room that time, I know I wasn’t discreet. Shit, neither was Tristan this time. Just remembering last night, hearing him moan my name and the other crude things he was saying, instantly sparks my core again. Ah, shit! I need to clear my head.

Running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair, I pull it up into a bumpy ponytail. I don’t have time to brush through it right now. I need to go for a run or something. After pulling my hair up, I lean over the vanity and grab a washcloth. Barely pulling up on the lever to the sink so I don’t wake him with the sound of running water, I start to get ready. A thin stream of water flows out. Walking over to the shower, I reach for my body wash and dab a small amount onto the cloth.

Under the lukewarm water I begin to gently, because I’m so sore down there, wash away the evidence from last night. Then another thought runs through my head. God! We didn’t use protection! I’m screaming at myself on the inside for being so careless and stupid. I know I’m legit. I was only with Benny after him and we always, and I mean always, used protection. Not only am I on birth control, I don’t really trust anyone either, especially out in LA. I know Benny was never one to sleep around, but I still used condoms as a precaution. And here I go with a fucking rock star, being a dumb shit and not using protection.

Wringing the washcloth out, I place it in the hamper beside the impressive shower. I brush my teeth and change into my workout shorts and sports bra all in a matter of minutes. Get the hell out now, Sophia!

Turning the light off before opening the door, I hold my breath as I look around for my shoes. Even though there’s some light in here, with it being so early, I can’t quite make anything out yet. Spotting them with some socks beside my case, I tiptoe back over to the bed and see my ripped jean shorts on the floor. I have my phone in the back pocket so I gracefully scoop them up and retrieve my phone so I can have some music on my run.

Not wanting any noise to pull Tristan out of his sleep, I crouch down and gently lay the shorts back on the floor. I’m sweating now. Standing back up again, I look over my shoulder one last time at him.

He’s laid out, stunningly naked. My mouth drops open at the sight of this crazy Adonis before me. His head is falling back onto the pillow with his neck extended upward. His arms sprawl out on both sides of him, stretching out his well-defined muscles in his arms and chest. The blanket is only laying over his um . . . yeah. I can’t take my eyes off of his groin. Damn. His thighs are fucking huge. Like the size of my own fucking body. Just remembering how he pounded into me last night sends liquid heat to pool in my shorts.
Stop it!
I shake the thoughts quickly and get the hell out.

Twisting the door handle slowly and smoothly, I open it just enough for me to squeeze through. I don’t bother shutting it all the way. I don’t want the door to click. Out of the room, I finally let go a breath.
Phew.
Sprinting down the stairs, I finally make it to the front door.

Placing my phone and headphones on the table beside the door, I drop my shoes to the ground and with one hand leaning on the table for support, I bend over and yank my socks onto my feet. I’m feeling the same rush as the first time we ever fucked. My stomach is in a thousand knots and my fingers tremble as I try to do up my laces.

Finally making it outside, I feel the cool, humid air hit my skin. It’s going to be another hot as hell day. All the plants have a light layer of dew on them, still. I fumble with my phone as I walk up the driveway.

I press the button to open the gate and begin doing some light stretching. Bending down and grabbing hold of my toes, I begin my breathing. Keeping my eyes closed the entire time, I stretch my hamstrings out, then my neck and back. When I’m good and limber, I place the ear buds in and hit play, tucking my phone down into my sports bra. I begin with a light jog at first, warming up. In This Moment’s “Sexual Hallucination” captivates me as Maria’s sultry voice tenderly pours in.

The road that Lux’s place rests on is a winding, narrow road with these beautiful eucalyptus and koa trees growing heavily on each side of the street, shadowing most of the road. Admiring their reddish-brown barks and other beautiful native flowering shrubs that grow beneath them, I start to relax. 

I don’t know how long I’ve been running now. The road begins to open up more and I decide to further my run down on the beach. Starting to feel the sweat bead off of me, I glance over at the breathtaking view of the ocean at sunrise. There are already a couple surfers out, but that’s pretty much it. Trying to run in this sand is starting to really burn my already sore and well-used muscles.

Wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, I focus straight ahead. Even though I’m running, I can’t quite seem to run from my thoughts. Everything from last night is catching back up with me now. Biting hard on my lip, I press deeper into the sand for more speed.

What am I going to fucking do now? Sadly, I already know what I have to do. I can’t be with Benny anymore. It’s already fucking bad enough that I cheated on him, but keeping secrets . . . that’s not my style. However, I’m already dreading having to break the news. I can’t bring myself to tell him over the phone, though. I will just have to play it out until I get back home and have a face to face with him. He deserves at least that much from me.
Shit!

How could I be so reckless? Deep down, I know I royally fucked up but I don’t really feel all of the guilt I know I should. I think that’s what really upsets me the most. Don’t get me wrong; I feel horrible for Benny. He doesn’t deserve someone like me. But our relationship was lacking in passion. When I think about it now, it’s as if we were friends that cared deeply for each other, but I never really felt anything back the way I should have.

With Tristan on the other, dirty whore’s hand . . . I feel all that passion and then some. Fucker drives me crazy. He’s the only man in my entire life that I want to slap and taste all at once. And last night, I was able to do both.

Fuck!
I have to get out of this. Tristan has this wicked way of making me lose myself and I fucking can’t stand it. Even though I know I have to let Benny go, I’m not ready to do whatever I did with Tristan back then, either. We’re going to be touring, and the last time, it didn’t work out so good.

Yes, I will admit, I shouldn’t have told him no. Maybe we still would’ve been together, but I doubt it. Tristan doesn’t really seem like the settling down type. I know my heart; I can’t just go on doing the ‘just fucking’ thing like we used to. Especially when my heart, in some way, still aches to be with him.

Coming to a stop, I bend over and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I feel like I want to throw up. Maybe it’s from the last hour of non-stop running, but I think it’s because, somewhere deep down, I want Tristan.

Still bent over, I look up at the ocean crashing onto the white sand in front of me.
Damn it!
I can’t believe that actually just crossed my mind. Placing my hands on my hips, I turn around and slowly start walking back to the house. I’m shot and I don’t have the energy left to run any more. Realizing that I still have deeper feelings for Tristan has taken the last little bit of it out of me.

Back up on the main road, I’m good to jog lightly the rest of the way home. By the time I make it back, it’s already after nine. I assume the guys will be getting up soon since Gage wants to go over some back tracks with them. I’m going to keep my head held high, though. Fuck whatever they heard. I’m sure it’s not the first fucking time they ever heard anyone fucking, especially Tristan. The idea of it sends a pang of jealousy through me.

Pulling my ear buds out, I methodically start taking the steps back up to my room. I’m drenched in sweat, and some of my hair has fallen out of its ponytail. Reaching the top landing, my door is exactly the way I left it.
Okay.
Tristan must still be passed out. Pushing the door open with my finger, I’m startled by Tristan’s deep voice.

“Why do you always do that?”

Holding my heart with one hand, I look up at him, dumbfounded. He is still lying in my bed, but thankfully, he’s at least in his boxers now. Naked Tristan would’ve been too much of a distraction.

“Do what?” I weakly get out, running my tongue over my dry lips.

He knows, damn it. I hate it that he knows that I get freaked out by him. Looking nonchalant, he shrugs.

“Why do you have to run from me all the time?”

A timid laugh escapes my throat. Resting my hands on my hips again, I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Actually, I wasn’t running from you. I ran this morning for my workout.”

Okay, lie. I
was
running from him, but he really doesn’t need to know that for sure. Besides, I’m all sweaty and in my workout clothes, so that should make my lie more believable.

Tristan’s eyes darken as they roam up and down my almost bare, sweaty body.
Oh God!
When his eyes finally reach mine again, he gives me this wicked smirk.

“Well, I think you should get cleaned up now. Want me to help you? After all, I think I had some part in getting you dirty.”

His eyes dance and his lips twitch again.
What?
My mouth drops open for a moment before I close it. I can’t believe he just said that. He’s actually fucking playful right now? No way! I’m not getting sucked back into this shit.

Rolling my eyes at him, I raise my hands up in front of me defensively.

“Tristan, I think you’ve done enough already. Now if you don’t mind, will you please leave?”

A low, menacing cackle escapes his throat.

“Oh, baby. I’m just getting started.”

I can’t help but notice underneath the thin material of his boxers that he’s already got another fucking hard on. Hell, as endowed as Tristan is, I could tell he was hard through the thickest material. He removes himself from the bed in one fluid motion before stalking over to me.
Shit!

Taking a step back, I shake my head
no
at him. Thankfully, this time, he stops. Crossing his arms over his chest, his mouth forms a hard line as his jaw clenches, his dark eyes slitted.

“Is it him?” he growls at me.

Letting out an exasperated breath, I shrug my shoulders before looking down. I can’t seem to look him in the eyes anymore. I’ll break completely if I do.

“What is it, Sophia?”

Still looking down, I begin to pick at my fingers.

“Tristan . . .”

I feel his finger underneath my chin; he gently lifts it up, forcing my eyes back to his. Tristan’s eyes look softer, but still threatening. He tilts his head to one side, waiting for me to answer him.

“I just can’t do this. It’s not all about him. I just . . . can’t.”

I gently pull my chin out of his hand and cross my arms over my chest. Each hand holds onto the opposite shoulder, guarding myself.

“Fuck!”

Tristan spins on his heel angrily, striding over to his jeans and what pieces of his shirt are left on the floor and snatching them up. Suddenly he turns on me, with his clothes now fisted in his large hands.

“You know what, Sophia?” He snarls, pointing his chin at me. “Why can’t you just fucking admit to yourself what you fucking want? Is it really that fucking hard?”

Excuse me?
Easy for him to fucking say. Balling my hands into fists at my sides, I glare back at him.

“It’s not that fucking simple, Tristan!” I say through gritted teeth.