Page 8 of Perfectly Wrong

Tristan grins as he climbs across the seat and straddles me.

He unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out, stroking it as he watches me with hooded eyes.

I kiss him hard, owning his mouth like I’m about to own his ass.

I slide my hands in his jeans, gripping his ass, and tickling his entrance with my finger, while he grinds on me, rubbing our dicks together.

“Tell me you missed me,” he whispers. “Please.”

“I fucking missed you.” I reach to my side and push the button for the seat to recline. It’s the middle of the day on a holiday. We could be caught by so many people, and I don’t fucking care.

Tristan smiles, rubbing along my body. “I need to taste you, baby. Don’t stop me until you’re done.”

“Get on your knees. I need your ass.”

Tristan rises onto his knees, lifting his ass in the air, close enough that I can maintain my finger penetration. As he sucks, I gaze out the window watching joggers and people walking by. It’s more of a turn on than I even imagined.

After a few minutes, I look down at him, working hard to bring me to the edge. “You like my dick, baby?”

“Love,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Any second now. You’re doing such a good job. You do love to suck a big cock, don’t you?”

He moans. “Just yours.”

I close my eyes, whispering ‘Tristan’ as I come, pumping into his mouth and down his throat.

I immediately push him back and go to work on him, sucking him hard as I pump my finger in his tight hole.

He grips my shoulders fucking my mouth with all he’s got.

I know it’s about to happen. I can feel his muscles tightening, so I brace myself, swallowing every drop he gives me.

I move up to his mouth, swirling my tongue with his, and brushing his hair from his face.

Tristan smiles. “You are everything.”

I cup his face. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t resist.”

He smiles. “It’s just like this with us.”

I nod. “We need butter and cream.”

“Yeah.”

We both sit up, tucking everything back in, and continue on to the store. We don’t say anything about it until we’re back in the car.

“Try to be cool when we get back.”

Tristan nods. “I will. It was so awesome though. Can I see you tonight?”

“Let’s just see how the night goes. I don’t want your dad to notice anything. He already does. I could see it in his eyes.”

Tristan nods. “You’re right, Bishop. I just got overwhelmed seeing you again. I told myself the whole trip here I would be cool, but I fell apart. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I just want to be respectful.”

“But you missed me?” His eyes plead with mine. “You’re still attracted to me?”

“Obviously.”

He smiles, nodding. “I’ll be cool now.”

“I assume Trinity is aware of all of this.”

“Yeah. She knows I’m obsessed.”

“Don’t be obsessed. I’m just a man.”

Tristan shakes his head. “Not so much.”

I pat his thigh. “We need to get back.”

We arrive back at the house and walk in acting relatively normal. When we enter the kitchen, Trinity is decorating a platter with leaves and Rocco is setting out plates. They both look up.

“Ah, you’re back,” Trinity says.

“Store was crazy busy,” Tristan offers, which isn’t at all true but helps explain why we were gone so long.

Trinity smiles. “I was telling Rocco about his astrological match.”

He nods. “She was. I should be looking for a Gemini I guess.” He laughs. “Glad you boys are back. Can you put the butter in the potatoes while I go change?”

“I’m on it,” I answer. “What happened to the catering?”

Rocco laughs. “Changed my mind. I guess I’m into tradition.”

I smile. “It smells amazing.”

“Thanks, man. Be right back.”

Rocco leaves, and I gaze at Trinity while opening the butter. “You’re really into this zodiac stuff, huh?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I didn’t get to tell you that Tristan is actually your perfect match.

You’re both possessive, jealous, passionate, and kinky.

In the bedroom, it will be intense, and out of it, even more so.

But you probably already figured that out.

” She winks. “Scorpios throw their whole heart into everything they do. And you, Bishop, you’ll love his reverence for you. He’ll worship you if you let him.”

I study her for a moment. “And what does he get from a Taurus?”

“Everything he’s ever wanted. He loves your possession, your ownership of him, and he’ll be obedient, touching no one but you if you make him yours.”

Her description is so erotic, so… compelling. “What about our obvious differences?”

Trinity smiles, gazing at Tristan before shifting her eyes back to me.

“Both of you are headstrong, and when you want something, you’ll get it, no matter what obstacles you have to face.

” She exhales slowly. “The only problem is you don’t like complications, and this whole situation is one big complication. ”

“Yep.”

“It’s okay though because Scorpio respects where you come from. He understands you more than you understand yourself.” Her eyes search mine as she pauses. “If you let yourself love him, he’ll blow your mind.”

I start to speak, but Rocco returns. “Okay. I think it’s time for a glass of wine.”

Trinity eats another olive while Tristan leans on the island, whispering in her ear.

She looks at me wide-eyed and smiles before whispering something back to him.

I’m very aware that our little escapade is being discussed right now.

Tristan looks at me with so much desire in his eyes.

I have a feeling getting through dinner is going to be harder than I thought.

More people show up and Tristan and his friends are distracted, but just like the night of his going away party, it feels like an invisible rope is tied around us, keeping us connected no matter where we go.

Instead of time lessening the attraction, it’s made it worse. I want him more now than before.

I watch him across the room with his friends, laughing and drinking wine.

He’s matured since he left. Gone is the kid throwing back shots.

Instead, a grown man stands across the room from me.

Trinity hangs on him like a girlfriend, which causes me more than a little jealousy.

I hate admitting it but it’s true. I’m jealous.

I want him all for myself. I don’t want any of these people in the room right now.

I don’t want friends. I don’t even want Rocco here.

I want to take him upstairs and bend him over and fuck him hard. Nothing’s changed.

He turns around and glances at me, lifting his wine glass with a slight head nod. He appears calm, as though I’m just another person in the room, but I know what’s brewing under the surface. Desire. So much desire.

After about thirty minutes, Rocco tells us it’s time to eat so we all move to the dining room.

Tristan sits across from me, but I wish he hadn’t.

I want to try to ignore him as much as possible.

A stupid quest, knowing it won’t happen, but I can try.

I can’t ignore him. He knows it. I know it. I just hope Rocco doesn’t.

As we pass food around the table, and the chitchat begins, my mind wanders to the relationship between Tristan and Trinity.

It seems intimate. Much more than just classmates, but there’s no way he’s done something with her.

If I’ve ever met a guy who loved dick, it’s him.

No way he swings to Pussyland on occasion.

Nope. Still, there’s something there. I want to know all his secrets like she does.

I want to be the one he runs to like she is.

I want his glances and secret conversations.

Me. Not her. I want those things with him, but I can’t have it.

I promised Rocco. Promised. I keep fucking up though.

But… he’s just here for the weekend and then he’ll leave.

It could be another year before I see him again.

How much harm could come from one night?

Just one night. I exhale slowly, focusing on my wine glass.

A lot of trouble could come from one night.

The attraction between us is ridiculous.

I don’t see it getting better. Giving in?

Just makes it worse. Then I know what I’m missing once he’s gone again.

Besides, I don’t want him to know he’s on my mind all the time.

I don’t want to talk about it or even think about it really.

I don’t want him to know every time I go out with someone I compare them to him.

To an eighteen-year-old boy I fucked a year and a half ago.

I just…haven’t gotten over it. Chemistry is chemistry.

It’s always been the reason I don’t let age bother me. If it works, it just does.

I’m handed the bowl of mashed potatoes and pile some on my plate.

Against my best judgment, my eyes linger on Tristan’s in between bites of food.

Trinity sits next to him, leaning close, occasionally whispering in his ear.

It drives me nuts, her attention on him.

Is he doing it on purpose? Does he know it makes me jealous?

Or does he think, what should be the truth, how could I be jealous of a nineteen-year-old girl hanging on a boy who’s clearly gay, but… I’m still jealous.

I don’t know shit about the zodiac signs, but she was right. I’m definitely possessive. Deep in my head, somewhere back in my mind, Tristan is mine. He shouldn’t be. God knows, I shouldn’t think that about him, but I do. I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I don’t know when I will.

“What do you think?”

I glance up when I hear Rocco’s voice. “About?”

He grins. “The food, obviously.”

“Oh. It’s good.”

He nods. “Where’s your head at today?”

“Work.”

“Whatcha working on?” Tristan asks, chewing a dinner roll.

“Big project downtown. New luxury condos.”

Trinity’s eyes widen. “You’re working on those?” I nod. “Doing what?”

Rocco jumps in. “He’s the owner of the construction company.” He knows I don’t like to brag. “He’s running all of it.”

“Wow,” she says. “Those are so beautiful. I would love to live in one.”

Tristan laughs. “Sure. If you have two million bucks.”

“Starting price,” I add.

“It’s amazing you’re the builder though,” Trinity continues. “Any way we can see one on the inside?”

“Models aren’t ready yet. It’s not safe, but if you come back at Christmas, it might be ready. It will for sure by Spring break.”

“You’d let us come in?”

“If you kept it a secret.”

She grins. “Oh I’m very good at secrets, Bishop.” She nudges Tristan’s arm. “Right, Trist?”

Rocco frowns. “Trist?”

Trinity laughs. “Just a nickname.”

“If I didn’t know better,” Rocco starts, “I’d think you two were dating.”

Tristan laughs so hard, he almost chokes, causing Trinity to shove his arm. “You don’t have to act like it would be so awful.”

“It would be. Unless you’re hiding a dick under that dress.”

She shakes her head, then gazes at Rocco. “We’re definitely not dating. I tried at first until he told me. Awkward. And every girl on campus gets her heart broken as soon as they find out he’s batting for the other team.”

“I bet,” Rocco says, glancing at me. “Ah, to be young again, huh?”

“We’re young enough. We still know how to have fun.” My eyes catch Tristan’s. He smiles seductively. “Do you guys party a lot?”

“No,” he says softly. “I mostly hang out with Trinity or read.” He stirs his potatoes. “I think college parties are lame. It’s like everyone just wants to see who can drink or fuck the most.”

I study his eyes for a moment. “What would you rather do?”

“Talk. Drink enough to appreciate it.” He grins. “Then fuck.”

Trinity giggles, whispering something that makes Tristan’s cheeks turn red.

“Secrets don’t make friends,” Rocco says in a teasing tone.

Trinity grins. “Sorry. Inside joke.”

I try to ignore the flashing burn of jealousy shooting through my core. They fucked. I’m sure of it. Maybe he needed to prove something to himself. Maybe he was just drunk one night, but they fucked.

We finish eating, and I help Rocco take the dishes to the kitchen, while several others lend a hand. I need to go. I don’t want to witness another minute of this bullshit. I walk down the hall to the powder room and step inside, startled when a second later the door opens.

“I’m using this.”

Tristan grins, slipping inside and locking the door. “What’s wrong with you? Since dinner started, you’ve been aloof.”

“Did you fuck her?”

His eyes open wide. “Who? Trinity?”

“Yes. You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Are you fucking crazy? You know I’m all about dick. Yours specifically.”

“Then why are you flirting with her? And all the secrets and giggling bullshit. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“No, but I like that you are.” He presses me against the wall. “Let me come over tonight. I’ll tell you everything about me and Trinity.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“No, Bishop.” His hand slides up the back of my neck into my hair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I left.”

“You said you did earlier.”

“Yeah, that was the time I was trying to make you jealous. I tried to but…” He presses his lips softly on mine. “Can I come see you tonight?”

All reason goes out the door as I gaze into his eyes, but I can’t give in. “We did enough. Just enjoy being home and seeing people you care about. Forget about me.”

“Not possible, Bishop. I know it’s the same for you.” He steps back just slightly, his eyes calling my bluff. “Think about it.”