Page 11 of Inadmissible

Taj

W hen Tristan mentioned Destin staring us down, the rebel in me wanted to make him jealous.

Seeing him here was already difficult enough to process, but seeing him with Trenae was even more uncomfortable.

I did agree with Emilia’s logic about not running from things or people that were uncomfortable.

I didn’t want my healing to be conducive to isolation, or at least avoiding him.

If I could make it through the night without calling my brother or turning into a puddle of feelings, I would be able to go home knowing I was really healed and over this man.

But even with me being healed, I knew the scar would remain.

I was just grateful it was no longer an actively painful wound.

Tristan stood and pulled me into his embrace. His hug felt like a deep breath. A deep breath after a year of feeling low on oxygen. And he smelled so damn good . . . like a warm, spicy embrace. The feel of his lips on my neck made me shudder, and when he held me even closer, I moaned.

“Oh he’s really mad now,” Tristan informed me, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Trenae is talking to him and he’s looking right at us. She just shoved him to get his attention.”

I snickered as he released me. We walked over to the dancefloor, where we swayed to a Kem song that I was familiar with but couldn’t place the name of. As I stared into his eyes, the same security that washed over me the first night we met returned.

Tristan was unarguably the most handsome man I’d ever encountered.

His tall, toned body was wrapped in golden caramel skin and tattoos.

I didn’t see them tonight under his suit, but I remembered them from a year ago.

He had pomegranate hued, medium shaped lips that were encircled by a shiny, short, thick beard.

Naturally arched brows hovered over dark, caring eyes that had the prettiest long eyelashes.

His lashes reminded me of Tupac. And he had a warm, inquisitive smile.

This man, physically, was literally perfect.

“Is she his wife?” I couldn’t help but ask. My head shook before he could even answer. “It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t care.”

“It’s okay to be curious.” Tristan pulled me closer, compelling me to focus solely on him.

“They are engaged. Have been for about three months. Their wedding is in a week or so I believe. They have a son, and he’s a junior.

Any other questions you have, get them out now.

I’m not spending my first night with you talking about another man.

He got about three more minutes of your focus before I demand it lies solely on me. ”

My smirk spread into a complete grin. “That’s all I need to know. You have my undivided attention now, angel.”

Tristan licked and bit down on his bottom lip, and the feel of his dick growing against me made my lips part.

“I can’t hide my attraction to you obviously,” he said through a gentle chuckle, “but I want to make sure you understand I’m not trying to use you or have sex with you.”

“Me calling you angel did that?” I confirmed.

“Everything about you does that. Smelling you, holding you, looking at you, thinking about you. I would probably cum a little if I kissed you.”

His declaration, combined with his serious expression, made me swoon. I giggled like a little schoolgirl as I ran my hands down his arms.

“Let’s see,” I challenged, pulling him down to me by his jaw.

“Oh, you tryna get fucked handling me lik—mm.”

His words were replaced with the sexiest moan that made my pussy throb. That had never happened before. A sigh escaped me when his hands lowered to my ass and squeezed. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, and I hadn’t desired to share myself with a man . . . until now.

When we pulled away from each other, our eyes remained locked.

The customary countdown until the new year was announced, and we both grabbed a glass of champagne from the server that passed us.

As the crowd around us cheered, all we did was gaze into each other’s eyes.

It wasn’t until confetti fell from the ceiling that I was pulled from his hypnotic spell.

Our lips magnetically pulled toward each other again.

And this kiss was just as sensual and deep as the first. No man had ever kissed me so tenderly, especially one I didn’t even know.

But I knew this man, seemingly, in the ways that mattered most. I knew I could trust him, I knew I was safe with him, and I knew he would protect me. For right now, that was all I needed.

“I’d like to share myself with you,” I boldly confessed when we ended the kiss.

Tristan brushed his nose against mine before giving me another quick peck. He stared at me as he downed his champagne before asking, “Are you sure, honey?”

“Positive.”

With my consent being enough, Tristan led me toward the exit doors. When I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, I knew instantly who it belonged to. The feel of his skin against mine instantly caused me to jerk away as I turned to face Destin.

“You’re leaving with him?” he confirmed.

“Your fiancée is here. Concern yourself with her, not me.”

“Taj, please . Can we talk?”

“I didn’t want to talk to you then, and I don’t want to talk to you now.” I huffed as my anger began to rise. “You gave her my ring!” I seethed with quiet and controlled anger, but it was anger, nonetheless.

“And the fact that that bothers you lets me know you still care. We can work this out, baby.”

“No, there is nothing to work out. I’m angry because you’re disrespectful and disgusting, and I can’t believe I loved someone like you.

I’m angry because of the principle of the situation.

I’m angry because you proposed to the mother of your child yet you’re trying to get me back, and that makes me even more sure you aren’t to be trusted.

But I tell you what can be trusted, the fact that I want nothing to do with you. ”

“Taj . . .”

When he reached for me again, Tristan pulled me behind him.

“I’m not her brother,” he warned. “I will bury you where you will never be found, and I know how to get away with murder.” Destin puffed his chest out, and Tristan closed the space between them.

“Stay the fuck away from her. Do you understand me?”

Destin’s eyes shifted toward me, as if he expected me to speak up. When I didn’t, he sucked his teeth and walked away. Tristan turned and looked at me, searching my face, my eyes, for something.

“I can understand if that made you want to change your mind,” he said.

“No. If anything, that made me want to leave even more.”

The left side of his mouth lifted into a smile as he extended his hand for mine. The second I locked my fingers around his, my heart knew. She knew it was time to activate the armor, because if any man had a chance to get in, it was definitely Tristan Pierce.

I expected Tristan to strip me of my dress the moment we entered his suite but that wasn’t the case.

We chilled by his floor to ceiling windows and looked at the fireworks that were going up in the downtown area as we continued to sip champagne.

No words were exchanged between us, but the longer we remained silent, the more electric it became.

By the time he did touch me, I was so hot and ready I shivered and moaned.

Laid across the bed, I inhaled deep breaths as he kissed and licked every inch of me.

As he finally settled between my thighs, my pussy was soaking wet.

Tristan moaned before gently digging his fingers into my thighs.

Swirls of his tongue against my clit turned into him sucking it into his mouth.

I knew I’d be extra sensitive since it had been so long, but in that sensitivity, I wanted more.

It felt like I was finally being fed after starving for quite some time.

And Tristan had me feeling so good I reached and grabbed his head as I circled my hips.

When I realized I was literally feeding this man my pussy, I whimpered and released him.

“You can touch me,” he authorized. “Don’t be shy.” Tristan put my hands back on his head before lifting my hips slightly off the bed. The arch allowed him to hit a spot on my clit that made me cum within seconds. I was so wet I felt my cum slipping out of me and onto his mouth and chin.

“Oh shit,” I moaned, clawing at his shoulders as I shuddered. “I’m cumming.”

“Mm,” he moaned against me, holding me tighter. “Give me every drop, sweetheart. I’m thirsty for every fucking drop.”

“Shit!” I cried out, shaking harder when he slid his tongue inside of my pussy.

Tristan continued to feast on me, adding his fingers to the mix, making me cum twice more before standing and undressing.

My eyes locked on his muscular build, mouth watering at the sight of his long dick.

It curved upward, and as he slipped a condom on, I moaned in desire.

I wanted to taste him, but it was clear he was ready to be inside of me.

“Put me where you want me,” he demanded in a low tone as he made his way between my legs.

Gripping his dick, I put it at my opening. We both gasped and moaned when he made his way inside. Tristan’s chuckle was sexy against my ear when he realized he could only get half of his length inside.

“I’ma stretch this pussy okay, honey? Don’t tense up.”

“Yes, si—ah!”

I cried out when he shoved the rest of his length inside of me.

Instantly, my hands went to his stomach.

“Don’t stop me. Let me get in this pussy.

” Even with me nodding, it was a natural reflex to press into him again when he pulled out and stroked me.

“You gon’ take this dick, sweetheart?” Tristan confirmed, lifting my hands over my head and holding them tightly.

“Yesss,” I slurred, locking my legs around him.

He moaned and stroked me softly. Slowly. My wetness coating him created a crackling sound that filled the room. It combined with our heavy breathing and moans. Once I was used to his length, he released my hands and cupped my face, kissing me deeply and allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

The more he stroked me, the wetter I got. I felt myself puddling around him, and that was another thing I’d never experienced with a man before.

As I came, he said, “Yeah. This pussy mine now. You are too.”

I wanted to tell him this was a onetime thing, but he was making me feel so good I wouldn’t dare say anything to risk him pulling out of me.

He lowered his head and kissed my tattoo, and I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid shedding tears.

Tristan lifted my left leg and put my ankle on his shoulder, plunging into me deeper with harder, faster strokes.

As he continued to alternate between licking and sucking and nibbling each breast and kissing my tattoo, I couldn’t stop my tears from falling as I came again.

Maybe fucking him after a year wasn’t the best idea after all.

Not if it had me in my feelings like this.

Sex was a vulnerable enough act as it was.

I’d never been the kind of woman who could just have casual sex.

Feelings were always involved. Tristan was the first man I’d chosen to give my body to so quickly, and he was proving he knew just what to do with it.

My heart, on the other hand, was beating rapidly and in shambles.

As he kissed my tears away, more fell.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he assured me. “Breathe and let it all out. You’re so safe here with me.”

“Fff—fuck!”

That time, Tristan released a moan mixed with a growl as he throbbed and came with me.

“Shiiit.” The feel of his breath against my ear as he hummed and convulsed had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Yeah.

This could never, ever happen again.

Not if I didn’t want to be sprung.