Just Deserts (9 page)

“Of course not. We’re not a real couple because we’re only doing this—”

“Doing what?” he butted in to ask.

She waved her hand through the air as if brushing away something. Like his nonsense. “Doing this. You know, sleeping together and all that stuff. We’re only doing it because you needed it and I did, too. We were getting desperate. We’re good together in bed. We’re friends. But we don’t own each other.”

“Fine. You’ve made your point. Is there anything else, Dani?”

She shrugged. “No, I guess not.”

“All right, then, if you don’t mind I’m about to take a shower.” He knew closing the door on her would be rude, but more than anything he wanted to be left alone and deal with his hurt. Each and every time they’d made love he’d thought of it as just that, making love. Apparently, though, she had seen it as nothing more than a case of satisfying needs.

“I’m going to order a movie on television later. Do you want to watch it with me?” she asked in a somewhat softer voice.

A part of him wanted to say yes, but another part—the one that was hurting—said, “No, I think I’ll go over all those documents Stewart gave us to look at. If we’re seriously thinking about taking on Shipping Source, then we need to know everything about the company, as well as its employees.”

“All right, but if you change your mind, I’ll be in my bedroom.”

He watched as she turned and walked away, crossing the sitting room to her bedroom and closing the door behind her.

He ran a tired and frustrated hand down his face. Damn, it wasn’t Danielle’s fault that he loved her so much and that for the first time in his life he had wanted to hurt someone, a couple of people, over a woman.

He closed the door to his bedroom and began stripping off the rest of his clothes as he headed for the bathroom. He hoped the water blast from the shower would somehow wash some sense into him, because he suddenly felt like a love-smitten fool.

An angry Danielle snatched her cell phone off the dresser, wishing she could snatch the scalp off Tristan’s head, instead. What on earth was the matter with him? With a soft curse she punched in a few numbers and waited. Boy, was she mad.

“Hello?”

“Alex? This is Danielle,” she tried saying in a calm voice. “We need to talk. Hold on and let me get Renée on the line with us.”

Before Alex could either agree or protest, she was placed on hold while Danielle switched over to punch in Renée’s number. As soon as Renée answered, Danielle said, “Hold on Renée, let me pull in Alex.” And with a flip of the wrist she had both women on the line with her.

“So what’s going on?” she asked, determined not to let Tristan get on her last nerve, but inwardly acknowledging he already had.

Not surprisingly, it was Alex who answered. “I took Little Sweetie to be groomed today.” And as if on queue, the sound of the dog’s bark could be heard.

Danielle rolled her eyes. “That’s nice. Have either of you heard anything more about—”

“Where’s Tristan?” Renée interrupted to ask.

Danielle rolled her eyes again. “He’s in his bedroom.”

“Then why aren’t you in there with him, instead of waking us up in the middle of the night?”

Danielle winced. She’d forgotten about the different time zones. “Sorry, guys, I didn’t think to check. I’ll let you—”

“What’s wrong, Danielle? I can tell something is bothering you,” Alex said in a soft voice. Danielle could hear genuine concern in her voice, and she knew that no matter what had brought the three of them together, somehow they’d become a sisterhood. Normally, when something bothered her she could go to Tristan and talk about it, but she couldn’t do that in this situation because her problem
was
Tristan.

“He made me mad,” she heard herself saying.

“What did he do?” Renée asked in a tone that indicated she was now alert.

“Well, we’re thinking about expanding the business, so today we met with a potential business associate. The man and his attorney remembered me from my modeling days and they were very kind and—”

“In other words,” Renée said, interrupting, “they fawned all over you, instead of paying attention to the business at hand.”

Danielle rolled her eyes. “Like I said, they were nice and Tristan got mad about it.”

“And why do you think he got mad, Danielle?”

“He evidently thinks that now that we’ve shared a bed he can—”

“Oh, the two of you finally got around to doing that, huh?” Alex asked sweetly.

Danielle frowned. “Look, Alex, I’m not in the mood.”

“Then that’s a personal problem. Hunter can attest that I’m always in the mood. He has no complaints.”

“Alex, I think Danielle meant that she was not in the mood for us to make any comment about her and Tristan finally getting around to doing it.” Renée’s tone was the epitome of decorum, thanks to all those classes she’d told them she’d taken over the years.

“Oh.”

Danielle shook her head. She couldn’t help but smile. “You two are simply crazy.”

“But you love us anyway, right?” Alex said, chuckling.

Danielle could imagine Alex wiping her curls away from her face when she’d made the statement. “Yeah, I love you guys.” And she meant it.

“And Tristan loves you, Danielle,” Renée said.

“Of course he loves me. I’m his best friend, although I could just kill him!”

“I think he’s more than your best friend now, Danielle,” Alex pointed out.

“No, we’re still best friends, and that’s what has me upset. He got mad at those guys for no reason.”

“Sounds like there was a reason,” Renée piped in. “He loves you. And I’m not talking about best-friend love or brotherly love. I’m talking about the same kind of love Hunter has for Alex and that Chris has for me. That man-love-woman kind of love.”

“That’s crazy!” Danielle said adamantly. “It’s not that way between us.”

“Then explain why the two of you slept together,” Renée said.

When seconds passed and Danielle didn’t say anything, it was Alex who spoke. “We’re waiting to hear the reason, wife-in-law.”

Danielle nervously gnawed on her bottom lip for a second and decided to come clean. “We were desperate.”

There was silence on the other end. And then Alex asked, “Desperate for what?”

“For each other,” Renée answered for Danielle. “Am I right, Danielle?”

Danielle nodded her head, and then when she realized they couldn’t see her affirmation, she said, “Yes, you’re right. Thanks to Marc, it had been a long time for me and I was in a bad way. And Tristan hadn’t dated in a long time, either, and he was in a bad way, too, so we decided to use each other to take the edge off.”

“And you think that’s the reason the two of you slept together?” Renée asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, that’s the reason.” Danielle could imagine Renée, sitting in the middle of her bed, trying to keep her expression calm. Alex, she figured, was sitting up in bed patting Little Sweetie on the head. She thought of something. “Alex, where’s Hunter?”

“He’s lying beside me, asleep. I wore him out tonight.”

Neither Danielle nor Renée had to ask how.

“Danielle, I think you need to take time to think about why Tristan got upset. There is a reason he got jealous, and until you come to terms with that reason, as well as the reason the two of you shared a bed, then he’s going to always get mad when men come on to you.”

“But we’re nothing more than best friends,” Danielle said, trying to get them to understand.

“Yes, you can still be best friends, but now the two of you are also lovers, and with that comes a load of responsibility and respect,” Renée explained. “Tristan probably feels like those men disrespected him—not as your best friend, but as your lover. Think about it.”

When Danielle didn’t say anything, Alex asked, “Did the two of you use any kind of birth control?”

Danielle’s shoulders stiffened. The corners of her lips twitched in a smile when she realized they hadn’t. She couldn’t help recall the comment Tristan had made that first night before they’d made love. He had made love knowing there was a possibility that each time he did so she could get pregnant. Yet it hadn’t mattered, because he’d known she wanted a baby, had always wanted a baby, and he’d been willing to give her the one thing she’d always wanted. He’d taken it upon himself to right Marc’s wrong.

“Danielle?”

She inhaled deeply. “No, we didn’t use any kind of protection.”

“Then you might want to add ‘father of your child’ to the list for Tristan,” Alex said.

Danielle reached down and touched her stomach. “Yes,” she said, wiping sudden tears from her eyes. “I might have to do that.” She pulled in a deep breath. “Look, guys, I need some time by myself to think.”

“That’s a good idea. Call us back if you want to talk again,” Renée said.

“I will and thanks. You two are special.”

“We think you’re special, too, being the oldest and all,” Alex said with a grin in her voice.

A few moments later, after she’d hung up the phone, Danielle couldn’t help but think that there’d been one good thing to come out of this mess with Marc. His three wives had become close friends.

And then she couldn’t help but think of Tristan and their argument. They’d had arguments before but nothing as serious as this. This one had been heated and emotional. In her opinion he was acting crazy. But then, how was he supposed to act?

She didn’t agree with Renée’s and Alex’s view of things—that Tristan was in love with her in a man-woman way. He’d always been overprotective of her, and now their sexual involvement only increased that protectiveness.

That was it. Tristan was her best friend. He was her lover, and like Renée and Alex had pointed out, he could also be the father of her child.

She felt a stirring in her stomach when she was reminded of the past couple of days and how much she’d enjoyed being with him—both in and out of bed. But she had to admit she really enjoyed the bed part. Sensual longing wrapped itself around her and she immediately recognized it for what it was: her body wanted Tristan. But more than anything, she wanted her best friend back.

T
ristan tossed the last of the documents aside, not able to concentrate any longer. The place was quiet, except for the hum of the television coming from Danielle’s bedroom. Evidently she was watching the movie, one she’d invited him to watch with her. Instead, he’d turned her down to read a bunch of boring papers. At least they’d been boring tonight. Tomorrow they might hold his interest.

But not tonight.

Conflicting emotions washed through him. Okay, he might have gotten carried away, might have gotten a little crazy, but he was a man. He’d seen the lust in those two men’s eyes. If Dani had been a piece of chocolate, they would have gobbled her up. They hadn’t even tried to hide their desire for her in a cloak of professionalism. Yet she thought they’d only been “nice.” Granted, they hadn’t made an outright pass at her or anything, but still…

The part she hadn’t grasped yet was that she was his. He had plans for their future and the only involvement Craven or Stewart played in it was selling them the company they wanted to buy. The only good thing that had come from the meeting was that Craven had agreed to sell Shipping Source to them. Tristan would contact A&T’s attorney tomorrow to draw up the necessary papers. After one final meeting, their dealings with Craven and his attorney would be over.

But then how would he handle things the next time a man showed interest in Dani? He’d never had to think about it before, but now he did. He had to give her credit for the way she’d handled herself with the two men, thanking them for their compliments but never leading them on in any way.

She had to know the degree of her attraction, he thought. She was stunningly beautiful and totally desirable. Men of all ages were easily drawn to her. That wasn’t her fault and he hadn’t wanted to make her feel that it was.

Dani didn’t have a clue as to his true feelings. Because of that, in order to save his relationship with her, he would have to examine his actions carefully before taking any from now on.

A shiver went through him at the thought that because of their argument, he could have done irreparable damage to their relationship. He and Dani had argued before, but never about him being jealous of other men. He could only imagine what she was thinking about now.

Easing off the bed, he grabbed for his bathrobe. With no plans to leave his bedroom for the rest of the night, after his shower he’d pulled on pajama bottoms and nothing else.

He crossed the room and opened the bedroom door to the common area at the same moment Danielle opened hers. Their gazes met, and immediately more love than he’d ever felt for any woman slithered through him, as potent as anything he’d ever experienced in all his thirty-four years.

Then another emotion gripped him. Sexual need. Looking so stunning, so incredibly sexy, she totally took his breath away. Like him, she was wearing a bathrobe, but hers was a plush short robe that showed a lot—a
whole
lot—of her legs. It wouldn’t be much to keep a person warm on a cold night, but it was certainly doing a fine job of heating his blood.

It didn’t take much to recall what was underneath that robe, how it looked, how it felt. He had touched it, tasted it, had gotten all into it and more times than not, hadn’t wanted to get out of it.

He inhaled deeply, not knowing how to proceed. Her spine was straight, which probably meant she was still mad at him. Deciding to test the waters, regardless of whether he ended up sinking or swimming, he said, “I was just about to come looking for you.”

He saw surprise light her eyes. “And I was just about to come looking for you, too,” she said, taking a couple of steps toward him. Following her lead, he took a couple of steps toward her.

“I think we need to talk, Tris.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I agree. Come on, let’s sit on the sofa.”

“All right.”

He let her precede him and tried not to notice the sway of her hips when she walked. She sat on the sofa, and he thought he would play it safe and sit in the armchair across from her.

“Do you want anything from the bar?” he asked, leaning back in his seat. “Housekeeping left a note reminding us that it’s fully stocked.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want anything, but you go ahead and get something if you like.”

“No, I’m fine.”

She nodded. “You said you were coming to look for me,” she said, regarding him intently. “What did you want?”

The moment the question had left her lips, Danielle felt a multitude of sensations. It wasn’t helping matters that his eyes were holding hers in a way she’d become familiar with, all but saying what he undoubtedly was thinking—he was much on the same wavelength as she was. Anger hadn’t dampened the desire.

Over the past few days, whenever she’d asked what he wanted, his respond had been the same.
You, Dani. I want you.
And always the result had been her tumbling into his arms so he could take her. She wondered what his response would be this time.

He broke eye contact with her and glanced down at his hands. He had balled them into fists. He then looked up at her again. “I owe you an apology. You were right—I got kind of carried away about what happened at Craven’s place. It wasn’t your fault and I’m sorry if I came across like I thought it was.”

She shook her head. “No, you didn’t come across like that. It’s just…all that jealousy confused me. You acted possessive and you’ve never acted that way before. But I thought about it and now I understand.” She wouldn’t tell him that she, Renée and Alex had actually discussed it in detail.

“And what do you understand?” he asked in a deep, husky tone of voice.

She shrugged. “I understand men get uptight about the women they sleep with, and although we’re best friends I have to recognize the fact that we’re also lovers, so you might see our relationship vastly differently from the way you saw it before, whereas I’ve been determined to keep it the same. I hadn’t realized what sharing a bed with you entailed.”

Slowly Tristan nodded. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She shifted positions on the sofa and he saw enough of her bare thigh to make his stomach tighten. He took a deep breath.

“It’s not really a good thing or a bad thing, Tris. It’s a situation we have to deal with—unless you don’t want to make love to me anymore.”

The thought occurred to Tristan that he would rather cut off his arm than deny himself the pleasure of making love to her. “No, that’s not what I want,” he said, holding her gaze. “Is it what you want?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not what I want, either. I want to make love to you. I enjoy doing so immensely.”

Desire flared in him, ripped at his most intimate parts. For him nothing was more exhilarating than being in her body, hearing her moan his name, feeling her grip him tight and milk him for everything he had, and then exploding inside her like he had every right to do so, over and over again.

“Do you enjoy making love to me?”

“If only you knew how much,” he said softly. He took a deep breath that sounded ragged even to his own ears. “Making love to you is like heaven. And when I come inside you, I feel like a man on top of the world, a man totally fulfilled. For those precious moments you and I are the only two people on earth. Nothing else and no one else matters.”

Tristan wasn’t sure what possessed him to say all that. He had come one sentence shy of confessing his love for her. He wouldn’t now, but one day he would. He promised himself.

Danielle rose to her feet and crossed the room to him. His senses were on alert with every step she took. She came to a stop in front of his armchair. Their gazes held for the longest time before she undid the sash at her waist and then eased the robe from her body, revealing one of the most daring and sexiest nighties he’d ever seen.

He swallowed tightly, reached out and skimmed his fingers along the hem of the brazenly short nightie that showed everything, especially the dark area between her legs.

“Show me, Tristan,” she said in a voice that seemed to stroke the entire length of his arousal. “Show me how much you enjoy making love to me.”

Tristan didn’t have to be asked twice. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like a man starving for her, and then he scooped her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. He placed her on her feet while he removed her clothes and then his. Then he backed her up against the bed, with every intention of tumbling her onto it and following her there.

Danielle caught him unawares when she switched positions and pushed him down on the bed, instead, and quickly moved to straddle his body.

She smiled as she looked down at him. “First I think I want to show you how much I enjoy making love to you.”

And then she lowered her mouth to his, swept her tongue inside his mouth and tangled with his tongue the same way he was known to do hers. Moments later she broke off the kiss and lowered her mouth to his chest, making slow, circular motions all over it with her tongue. She caught hold of a nipple and sucked it between her teeth, laving it while he repeated her name over and over, letting her know that what she was doing to him felt good.

As far as she was concerned, however, he hadn’t felt anything yet.

Before she could give him a chance to react, she shifted positions again and lowered her head to take him into her mouth. She felt his body jerk beneath her but held tight, not intending to go anywhere. She remained still while he absorbed the feel of being inside her hot, wet mouth. She knew the exact moment he did so, when he threaded his fingers through her hair.

And then she let her mouth begin pleasuring him, tasting him the same way he had tasted her. With a greediness she felt all the way to her toes, she ran her lips and tongue all along his aroused member and then took it back into her mouth again, giving it everything it rightly deserved.

Tristan called her name, heard the primal growl from his throat, but still, she refused to let up. He took the choice out of her hands—or out of her mouth—when he reached down and pulled her up before shifting positions and easing his hard shaft into her just seconds before he exploded.

The release triggered something within her and she screamed his name as a drowning orgasm hit her, as well. The last conscious thought that crossed her mind before she tumbled beneath the waves of ecstasy was that she could definitely get used to this.