Page 5 of Perfectly Wrong

TWO

TRISTAN

Upstairs in the shower, as the hot water pours down over me, I recall last night and how hot it was. My ass is sore after that incredible fuck. Bishop and his dick should be one of the wonders of the world.

I slide soapy fingers between my ass cheeks, massaging the area, imagining his fingers instead, moaning softly as my dick hardens from the memory. He was right. He ruined me. I’ll never find someone who lives up to him. No way.

Closing my eyes, I stroke my cock, enjoying the slickness.

I lean against the shower wall, fisting myself, but stopping before I reach the edge.

I have other plans. It’s not over yet. No way.

I may be going off to school, but I’ll be here for visits, and every time I come down, I plan to convince Bishop to tear me up.

He’s worth whatever I have to do to get some more of that.

After my shower, I lie on my bed, pulling the sheets up to my face and inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne.

His cum stains my bedding, bringing a smile to my face.

I run my hand over the spot, then pull it around my dick, continuing what I started in the shower.

I jack off, the sheet around me, letting my mind remember how good he felt, how deep he went, how strong he is.

His mouth on mine as he pounded my hole…

I exhale slowly, spilling out onto the sheets, mixing my essence with his.

Rubbing my forehead, I stare up at the ceiling. I’m obsessed. Fuck me.

After cleaning myself up and stripping my bedding, I dress and walk out to the hallway to throw my sheets in the washer. Downstairs, the house is empty now that I woke everyone up. My dad still sits at the table outside, reading the paper and sipping coffee.

I walk out and sit next to him. “Hey.”

He smiles. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, I needed a shower.”

“Anything else?” His eyebrow rises. “You look pretty relaxed.”

I laugh. “God, you know me so well. I had to take care of something.”

“Something inspired by Bishop?”

“Guess I was pretty obvious, huh?”

“You were.” He sets the paper down. “I get it. I was attracted to him once. He’s a spectacular man.”

“Yeah.”

“But he wouldn’t be good for you, Tristan. I’m not just saying that because you’re my son. I know him well. He’d just use you for sex. That’s all he knows.”

I gaze out at the pool. “What would be so bad about that? You’re always telling me to have experiences. Why wouldn’t messing around with Bishop count as that?”

“Because he’s my best friend, so he’s in my life. Which means he’s in your life. He’s not some hook up at the bar or college who you never have to see again.” He takes my hand in his. “Besides, you have a big heart. You could fall for him, and…”

“And?”

“If he hurt you, I would never forgive him.”

I nod. “I understand, dad. Too risky. I just thought, maybe…”

He studies my face. “Did you come on to him, Tristan? Last night?”

My eyes widen. “Why would ask me that?”

“He seemed so uncomfortable this morning. I could tell he’s attracted to you, and I know he doesn’t really care about age. Did you do something?”

I promised. I fucking promised, but I never lie to my dad. I start to speak, but he interrupts me.

“You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know after all. Just whatever happened, if anything at all, promise me you’ll let it go. Focus on school and forget about Bishop.”

“Okay, dad.”

“Promise?”

I nod. “I promise. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt you or him. I just wanted to have a little fun, but he cares about you.”

“I know he does.” He cups my face. “I love you, son, more than life itself, and I want you to be happy and have everything you could ever want. If Bishop had your heart, and if you both wanted to try dating, I would try to be cool with it, but I know him, and he’s not ready for anyone like you.”

Something in his tone stands out. “Did you and him ever hook up?”

Dad exhales slowly. “Once, when we first met.”

Ugh. “You had sex?”

“No. Just messing around, but halfway through it, we both realized the attraction wasn’t there. It was like…” He shakes his head. “Like fucking around with your brother or some shit.”

We both laugh. “Gross.”

“It was. We knew then we’d only be friends going forward. But I’ve been out with him. I’ve been present for his relationships. He just fucks and runs.”

“What happened to him to make him like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I think it was the one time he put his heart in the game, and it got trampled on. He thought he had found the one, but the guy was just having fun. When it got too serious for him, he bailed and left Bishop picking up his dreams. From then on, he’s been guarded.”

I nod. “Too bad. He’s pretty phenomenal.”

“He is. That’s why I’m warning you. Spending time with him, you’d easily get caught up. I can’t see him ever settling down, much less with someone so much younger. You have your entire life ahead of you, Tristan. You need to find your place in this world. Bishop is on a different level.”

“I know, dad. I didn’t want to marry him.”

Dad laughs. “Yet.”

I laugh. “Honestly, that sounds amazing to me. Getting married and building a life with someone. I know I’m young, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”

“And you’ll meet that man. The one who’s right for you. It’s not Bishop. He doesn’t want that life.”

Yet. “Okay, dad. I’ll let it go. Besides, I’m leaving tomorrow. It doesn’t even matter.”

Dad nods. “You’re right. I just saw something in your eyes I’ve never seen before when he was here.”

I shrug. “He’s hot.”

Dad smiles. “He is. You want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, then I need to go see mom.”

“How’s she doing with her new man?”

“Seems good. He’s nice to her.”

“Good.”

I pat his shoulder. “Just so you know, Troy totally told on you.”

His brow crinkles. “Who the fuck is Troy?”

“The guy you fucked in the bathroom last night.”

All the color drains from his face. “Shit.”

“Came over proud as fuck he nailed a daddy.”

He clears his throat. “God. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. It was a glowing review.”

Dad shakes his head. “On that note, I think I’ll go whip up some omelets.”

I laugh as he leaves, glancing down at my phone. I know I promised but…

I type out a text.

Fucking obsessed with you. Can I see you before I leave? Just one more time and I’ll leave you alone.

The answer comes a minute later.

How did you get my number?

Duh. I had your phone, remember? Sent myself a text from you. You think I’m stupid?

No, but you’re playing with fire.

One more time. I need it one more time.

Are you alone?

Yeah.

The phone rings. “Hello.”

“Tristan… babe listen to me. You have to forget me. Last night was incredible, but we need to keep it there. I promised your dad I wouldn’t go there with you. Don’t make me a liar. More than I am.”

I close my eyes for a moment. “I promised him too.”

“Okay then.”

“Just… one thing. If I wasn’t his son, if I was just some guy you met, would you see me again?” He’s silent for so long I check if he’s there. “Bishop?”

“Yeah, Tristan. If you weren’t his son, I would definitely see you again.”

Smiling, I nod. “Okay then. Thanks for saying that.”

“It’s true.”

“After you left, I lied in my bed and I remembered all of it. I wrapped your scent around me and got myself off.” I hear him exhale slowly. “It was awesome. I won’t ever forget it.”

“I should go.”

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you ever forget what we did last night?”

“No, Tristan, I won’t.”

“Good.”

“You, uh, you take care.”

“You too, Bishop.”

I hang up, gazing out at the pool. At least I know last night was something to him too. Maybe I can’t have him, but that won’t stop me from thinking of him.

Sitting in class on campus, I stare out the window daydreaming about my life just a few weeks ago.

In the time I’ve been here, I feel like the biggest misfit.

Everyone wants to party and get drunk, but I want to go home.

I want to call Bishop. I want to be in his arms again. I sigh. I knew missing him would suck.

When I shift my attention to the front again, listening to the professor drone on about antiquities in ancient Macedonia, a girl catches my eye.

She keeps twisting in her seat to look at me.

Oh great. Another chick I gotta shake off.

There must be something about me that makes the girls think I’m an option, but I’m far from it. Never been one. Never will be.

I look down at my computer and pretend to type some notes even though I’m not listening.

When class is over, I grab my stuff, shove it in my messenger bag and make my way through the crowded auditorium, but pause when I feel a hand on my arm.

I glance back and it’s her. The girl staring at me all class.

She smiles. “Hi.”

”Hey.”

”Is your name Tristan by chance?”

”Yeah.”

”Perfect. I snuck a peek at the class list.” She opens her bag and digs out two pieces of mail. “These are yours.”

I take them from her. “How did you get these?”

“Instructor sent them the first week, but I think because our names are similar, whoever put them in the boxes got us mixed up.”

“Oh. What’s your name?”

“Trinity.”

“Cool. Thanks for finding me.”

“Sure.”

I want to walk away, but she keeps gazing at me like she’s planning to say something else. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Live on campus?”

“Apartment nearby. You?”

“I do. Do you have a class now?”

“Not until two.”

“Want to grab a coffee at the shop downstairs?”

“Uh…” I look over my shoulder for no reason but to hope for an excuse to come to me.

“I’m just offering to be friends. I don’t have any here.”

“Me neither.” I offer a slight smile. “Sure. Let’s get coffee.”

She smiles big. “Awesome.”

The two of us exit class and walk downstairs to the crowded coffee shop next door to the building we were just in. I better just tell her quickly so she doesn’t get any ideas of romance.

“I’ll order,” she says as we get closer. “What do you drink?”