Being With You (The Redemption Series) (19 page)

Peyton was trying to interrupt him, but he stopped her with a finger across her lips. “Let me finish, fancy pants.” He smiled when he said her nickname. “I was wrong and I know that now. But I needed to see it for myself…no one could just tell it to me and I’d be able to believe them. Meeting you
and
then being separated from you was the best thing that could’ve happened to me, Peyton. I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I’ve got a good job, good friends, my head feels clearer, I have money to spare, and hopefully I’ve got a beautiful girlfriend again.”

Tristan added with a teasing smile, “If she’ll date a homeless guy that only has a few pots and pans to his name. I may have to sleep at Gabriel’s again until I find another place.”

Just as he finished his sentence, they both heard the front door to the house slam shut and tires squeal as Caleb obviously peeled out. Peyton laughed nervously. “I might have to do the same.”

She was completely serious-faced when she told Tristan, “I’m not living here with that whack-job for a brother. He has some serious anger issues and they’ve gotten worse since he’s been deployed this last time,” she sighed.

“Well, Peyton, I have two questions for you then…the answer to the first one will determine if I ask you the second one.”

She laughed from somewhere deep inside, and tossed her head back.

“You’re weird, Tristan,” she said, then added, “But I love you anyways. Ask away…”

Tristan’s head was feeling better now that the pain killers were kicking in, so he leaned his whole body back against the pillow and tugged at Peyton’s arms until she got closer to him on her hands and knees. He tapped her right leg and then patted the other side of him so she would know to straddle his body while he talked. She grinned as she complied, and he adjusted them both so they were lying/sitting in the middle of the bed.

“Question number one….will you please be my girlfriend again? Be my gym partner, cohort and all around best friend?”

Peyton let a slow smile stretch across her face, and it was the most beautiful answer he could have asked for, without any words attached to them. She crinkled up her nose and said, “Yes, sweets. I’d love nothing more.”

Tristan put his hands around the waistband of the cotton pants she had on, and used his thumbs to raise up the crop top shirt she had on so his fingers were brushing against her bare skin. He kept moving his fingers around as he clutched at her sides, and asked, “Okay, then question two. Will you move in with me? I mean we can get an apartment of our own, somewhere.”

Peyton moved her legs apart far enough so she could grip the bottom of his t-shirt and pull it up to expose his chest. She ran her finger along the lines in his muscles as she moaned, “Yes.”

Tristan let his hands slide up her sides until he felt the material of her sports bra. Her breathing hitched as he inched his hands closer to the swells of her breasts and he stopped himself with a grin. Peyton always wanted to please, and he wasn’t sure how long he could go with a drawn out seduction scene. His head was throbbing and so was his cock; he wanted to make love to Peyton more than anything right now. Still, he wanted to try to speed things along.

“Take off your clothes for me, Peyton. I wanna see that gorgeous inked up body.”

Peyton didn’t hesitate in hopping off the bed, winking quickly before she began a slow, seductive removal of all her clothes. She swung her hips back and forth as each piece fell away, and her beautiful dark skin was revealed to him an inch at a time. When she turned to the side, the hibiscus flower tattoo that flowed down her side and across her hip caught his attention, as well as the small diamond studs in her pierced nipples.

Peyton was a walking wet dream with her curvaceous breasts, toned abs and lean legs…he was thanking God she was back in his life again when she crawled onto the bed. Not wasting any time, Peyton removed his t-shirt and then his jeans, barely pulling his briefs down and over his cock before she worked it into her hot little mouth.

“Oh, Christ,” he groaned as his back arched off the bed. She was always so in tune to what he needed, and she must have felt the urgency between them as well. After a few good long licks on the underside of his length, she pulled each one of his balls into her mouth in turn, moaning around each one. She engulfed his cock in her mouth again and sucked on him hard and fast, bringing him to a rapid boil in a few short seconds.

“Peyton, damn it, stop,” he panted. With a whimper of protest, she released him and sat on her haunches. Tristan tried to pull her down to the bed, but she stopped him. “No, honey. Let me do this for you.”

Tristan shook his head. “No, if you keep going, I’m gonna come in your mouth, Peyton.”

She just shrugged. “Then I’ll move on, sweets. I wanna get you all hot and ready for me. I’m gonna taste every inch of your body, and then I’m gonna ride your cock until you explode inside me. How does that sound?”

Dirty talk wasn’t something they’d ever done a lot of before, but it was doing all sorts of things to Tristan hearing Peyton talk this way. He spread his arms out to the side and said, “I’m all yours, fancy pants. Do your worst.”

Smiling in victory, Peyton went to work on exploring every inch of his body with her tongue. She was lavishing all the lines and muscles on his lower abs with her tongue, licking and nipping as she went higher to his chest. When her tongue passed over the small disks of his nipples, she pulled them between her teeth and clamped down hard enough to make him hiss.

Her bare breasts brushed across his thighs, and she teased him with the nubbins, using them for added sensation by moving them back and forth across his body. She used her hands to knead the muscles of his arms; her lips, mouth and tongue to explore his chest then his pulse point running down his neck; and her nipples to tease his lower half. The sensations were overloading his sex-starved body and he was ready to fling her underneath him and drive in with one fierce thrust.

“Peyton…fuck…I can’t take much more,” he begged.

She was completely lying over the top of his body, but he could barely feel her weight at all. Peyton was soft and warm, and her skin was so smooth as he ran his hands over her back and up across her shoulders. “Let me touch you, Peyton…please.”

She brought her face in closer to his and brushed their lips together. Tristan didn’t hear any protests to his demand, so he wrapped his arms around her body and rolled them so he was on top. He took over control of her light kisses and was quickly mating their mouths together, delving his tongue deep inside to dance with hers.

Tristan slowly moved from her lips to leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Peyton arched into him as he suckled on her throat, leaving tiny bite marks as he went. He slowly covered every inch of her chest, re-familiarizing himself with her body as he went. By the time he pulled each of her dark nipples into his mouth, she was already panting and writhing underneath him. “Tristan…please…” she whined, and it was absolute music to his ears.

He moved to kneel between her legs and playfully asked, “Please what? What do you want me to please, Peyton?”

“You already are pleasing me, Tristan. But I’m feeling incredibly empty inside,” she half-heartedly whined.

With a devious smirk on his face, Tristan brushed his fingers through her core, honing in on the tiny button that would set his little spitfire off like a rocket. She gasped when he touched her clit, causing his cock to jump with excitement…it was about as fucking excited to being this close to her wet heat as the rest of his body was.

Tristan spread apart the petals of her sex and used his tongue to make sure her body was primed and ready for him. He flicked and licked at her hot spot until he could feel her body shaking as it prepared to explode.

Satisfied that she was good and wet, Tristan kissed the top of her pubic bone and moved over the top of her still-squirming body. With as much restraint as he could muster, he slowly fed his cock inside her channel. He would move forward a bit and ease back out, just enough to make sure she was adequately stretched. It wasn’t long until his efforts were rewarded…he felt his balls hit her ass, and he was fully seated. Using long, slow strokes, Tristan worked in and out of her tight body, reveling in the pressure building at the base of his spine as he worked Peyton into a frenzy underneath him.

“O-h-hhhh,” she groaned, and Tristan knew she was close to reaching her orgasm. He’d been there for a bit already, but was holding out for Peyton’s easy-to-read mewls when she was ready to explode, too.

The white lightning of his orgasm hit just as Peyton screamed in pleasure. Tristan joined their mouths together and swallowed her cries as he let the ultimate rush wash over his body. His release went on forever and he slowed his strokes before finally pulling out. The release of emotions that came with making love to Peyton was the ultimate high for him and he’d missed it more than he’d realized.

Thinking of his release brought something else to his mind…“Oh, fuck, Peyton. I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t wear a condom.”

He expected her to sit up and smack him one, or get frantic at least, but she just shrugged and snuggled into his side. “It’s okay, Tristan. You’re the last guy I was with, and I’m on the pill now. You can come down to the hospital and get a physical if you want, but I bet you’re clean, too. Don’t worry about it.”

Even though it was probably only early afternoon, Tristan felt completely exhausted, and the way Peyton was settling in next to him and covering them up with the blanket on her bed, she must have felt the same way. It wasn’t long before Tristan had dozed off.

“T
here is no reason to drown out this pain, There is no reason to let it slip away, With you I don’t know how to explain, no one’s there to tell me to stay. Just give me… A reason why, just tell me, you’re ready to try…”

Tristan woke up to Peyton singing the song he’d been working on slowly ever since they’d met. He started it when he was in the stress unit, and every once in a while, another piece would come to him. Lately, he hadn’t even thought about it, but he smiled as he feigned sleep and Peyton sang it a few times, then hummed the melody. He hoped that one day they could maybe finish the song together, with it leading into a beautiful song about
having it all
. Because right now, Tristan truly felt like that was where he was headed — for the first time in his entire life.

“Are you awake, sweets?”

Tristan rolled over from where he was clutching his pillow and gave Peyton a sigh. “Yes, fancy pants. I’m up.” He rolled the rest of the way onto his back, and his cock was standing at attention again as he watched Peyton re-dress. Only being covered in the thin sheet from her bed, his erection was making a tent in the fabric and Peyton giggled when he made it jump to get her attention.

“Sorry, baby. We don’t have time for that right now. Caleb is back and there is someone here with him. He sent me a text message asking for us to come out.”

Tristan sat up in bed and his senses instantly were on high alert. He’d already gotten one black eye from the man and he had no intention of getting another. Fuck, he would never back down from a fight, but the man was just out of the military and was a strong, skilled fighter who didn’t pull punches.

“You don’t have to come with me, Tristan. It’s okay. I’ll send him away and tell him to stay the fuck away from me. I can stay at a hotel for a while until we find a place to move into together.”

Rolling his eyes, Tristan told her, “No, Peyton. You’re not. I know that I can’t beat him in a fight, but you are not leaving the house until you have a decent place to go. He can’t force you out of here. I’m hoping the fucktard is familiar with the art of talking about a problem rather than just beating the problems up.”

Peyton laughed and tossed him his jeans. “All right, then. Come on. I’m dying to see who he’s got with him. I can tell it’s a girl from the laugh.”

Tristan dressed quickly and the pair emerged from the bedroom just as Tristan heard the same giggle that was obviously female. Not only that, but it sounded oddly familiar.

Tristan stopped dead in his tracks when he got into the living room where Caleb was sitting, and saw that Susy was sitting next to him on the couch. She stood up and walked over to him. “Holy shit! Caleb told me that he hit you, but Jesus Christ, that’s gotta hurt.” Susy careful touched his cheek and smiled softly at him before turning back around and resuming her seat next to Peyton’s brother. “You didn’t tell me you mangled his face, dickhead.”

Susy was being mighty forward with the hothead, even though he deserved it. He was frankly a little scared for his roommate right now because she was sitting very close to an extremely hostile and dangerous man. “What are you doing here, Sus? Please don’t sit so close to him, he’s likely to lash out at you for cursing.”

Susy just rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side in an
are you kiddin’
me gesture. “I’ve only known him for a few hours, but I’m pretty sure it’s just you he was mad at, Tristan. Let him explain before you run your mouth again. Okay, big guy?”