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CHAPTER 32

Jordyn

T hree days later, I’m heading into my office in the tutoring center, holding my phone slightly away from my ear as Chelsea nearly deafens me. “Oh my God. Tristan made you sit on his face and edged you? That’s fucking amazing! This guy is so good for you.”

“It didn’t feel amazing at the time,” I mutter, but a smile curls my lips. It was the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever felt, but I don’t want to admit that to Chelsea.

“Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that. Did he let you come?”

My face burns from embarrassment. “Yes. I had to read a scene from a book to him.”

“Oh, fuck. I spit out my iced coffee.” We laugh before she says, “Was it one of the smutty books we love?”

Unlocking the door, I hurry inside and shut it, my body overheating from the images rolling through my head. “Yes. It was a hockey smut book.” I cringe, chagrined, as Chelsea howls with laughter.

“Oh, shit. Did he know it was a hockey book?”

“Yes. The bastard confessed he snuck into my room and went through my kindle. He took a screenshot of the page I was on, then skimmed through the book, leaving it where I left off so I wouldn’t know.” Placing my bag on the table, I sit down at my desk. “He has a Kindle Unlimited subscription now.”

“Wait, what? Did you go through it?”

“Yup. He handed me his phone, and I checked it out.” I shiver at the memory of Tristan demanding I read a smutty scene out loud and then every part of it with me.

“Marry that man. Right now.”

“Oh my God. Staappph.” I giggle, my heart pounding vigorously at the thought of keeping him forever.

“So you worked everything out?”

“Yup. We had such a nice talk about our pasts while you were at the party with Alex.” Shaking my head, I log into my laptop and pull up my tutoring schedule for the day. “I’ve changed my opinion of him. He’s not a puck boy. He’s lovable, not puckable. Well, wait… He’s definitely puckable. Hence why I pucked him in the shower.”

Chelsea giggles. “That’s a lot of hockey wordplay in one statement. I’m glad Tristan isn’t a fuck boy, or puck boy as you call him.”

“I wanted to give you details on Sunday before you left, but Alex and Tristan wouldn’t leave our side. Speaking of, I wanna hear everything about the party you went to with Alex.” I frown as I look at my schedule. “But it’ll have to wait. I have an appointment coming in any minute now.”

“I’ve gotta go anyway. I’m meeting my group to work on a project.”

“You’re being careful, right?” I frown, worried about Erik getting his unhinged hands on my bestie again.

“I’m being very cautious. Don’t worry.” She makes kissing noises. “I gotta go. Love ya, girl.”

“Love you, too.” I hang up the phone, sipping my coffee while reviewing my appointments. I choke on it when I see Bryce Gardner’s name. Even worse, Tristan booked a session with me right after Bryce’s.

As much as I’m irritated about Bryce booking an appointment with me, I don’t have any good reason to cancel it.

I resign myself to the fact that I’ll see Bryce in a few hours. Blowing out a breath, I lean back in my chair. I need to figure out how to end the session before Tristan arrives.

I’m sitting at the table, drumming my fingers against the wood, annoyance thrumming through me. Bryce is twenty minutes late. He hasn’t canceled the appointment or emailed me to let me know he’s running late.

Five minutes later, I snatch my laptop from the table, about to head to my office, when Bryce casually strolls in with a broad smile and a carefree attitude. I set my laptop down, scowling at him. His dark hair gleams beneath the fluorescent lights in my office as he pulls out the chair beside me, turns it around, and straddles it.

“You’re late,” I snap, glaring at him.

He shrugs. “Yeah. And?”

I gape at him, my mouth hanging open. “And?” I snarl, my brows drawing together. “I have another appointment after yours that I need to prepare for, which means this session ends in twenty minutes.”

“Relax, Jordyn. The next person can wait.”

There’s no way in hell Tristan will wait, especially once he lays eyes on Bryce.

“Your attitude is disrespectful. Your time is no more precious than anyone else’s.”

He rolls his eyes and leans forward, a smug smile on his face. “You’re even hotter when you’re pissed.” He smirks at me, and when I huff out a breath and turn to stomp away, he grabs my arm. “Sorry. Just speaking the truth. Let’s get started. ”

I’m ready to bang my head against the table fifteen minutes later. Bryce keeps interrupting and looking at his phone, making excuses as to why he has to stop the session. I’ve told him at least six times to turn it off, but he refuses. I tried taking it from him at one point, but he snatched his arm away and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. I shoved him away, which only made him laugh. He wasn’t getting it when he focused on the material. At all.

When he grabs his phone again, I snap, “Put that fucking thing away, or I’m throwing it through the window.”

“Ohhh… Bossy and demanding. I can see why Harrington’s banging you.” His heated gaze lowers, stopping at my chest. “I mean, it’s hard to hide tits like that.”

I gasp, my palm itching to slap him. “Find another tutor, Bryce. We’re done.” Before I can stomp away, Bryce grabs my wrist, his hold on me like a vice. “What the hell are you doing?” I tug against his grip, trying to pull away.

Instead of letting me go, he yanks me closer. My balance teeters, and I grab his shoulder to prevent myself from falling.

“What’s it look like? Do you really think you’re anything more than a piece of ass to Harrington? Get real, Jordyn. Tristan doesn’t do relationships.” Emitting a vile chuckle, full of darkness, he hits on my biggest weakness. “Do you believe that shit he fed you about Janelle? The only reason he didn’t finish fucking her on the couch is because you walked in, and he saw you as a bigger challenge.”

Don’t listen to him .

I swallow hard, doubt swirling inside me.

“Didn’t he ghost you the rest of the weekend? Where do you think he was?”

“Let go of me.” I yank against his hold, trying to hide how his words affect me. My body is shaking, and I feel sick to my stomach. What if he’s right? Tristan said he was with Alex… But was he ?

“Josh told me he and Tristan have plans to fuck Janelle.” He tugs on my wrist, pulling me closer. “Tristan plans to fuck her in the as?—”

His words are cut off as I’m yanked back, and Bryce’s hand is savagely ripped away from my wrist before I’m tugged against a familiar hard body. Tristan’s woodsy scent makes my knees weak as he whispers in my ear, “I’ve got you, kitten.”

“Well, well. I didn’t expect to see you?—”

Bryce doesn’t get a chance to finish. Tristan yanks him out of the chair and shoves him over the table, his hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

“I should kill you for touching her.” He pulls him back slightly and slams his head against the table again. “If I ever catch you touching her again, I’ll fucking cut your hand off and shove it up your ass.” The fury in Tristan’s voice causes goosebumps to skate over my skin even as I shiver from the heat coiling in my stomach. “She’s never tutoring you again, asshole. Understand?”

A vile laugh comes from Bryce. “The impossible has finally happened. You’re in love with a girl, and it’s Josh’s stepsister. The off-limits one. I’ll bet Josh will love hearing you’re fucking her—” A pained hiss comes out of him as Tristan savagely twists his hand behind his back. I cringe, waiting for it to snap.

“But you’re not going to tell, are you, Bryce? You won’t say a fucking word. Wanna know why?” I’ve never heard such an evil laugh come from Tristan. Not gonna lie. It really turns me on. “I know all about you fucking Daddy’s secretary on his desk. He wasn’t happy about the two of you flirting, was he? And yet, two weeks later, you fucked her in his office.” Tristan tsks, shaking his head. “Your mom will really be pissed and disappointed that you fucked her best friend.”

Bryce’s face is as pale as the white wall behind him. I blink in surprise, captivated by how Tristan seethes at Bryce, jaw clenching, veins running down his arm and popping against his skin, easily restraining him. The power he exudes makes me hot.

Defeat registers on Bryce’s face. “I-I… I won’t talk. I won’t tell Josh.”

“You shouldn’t trust Josh. He’s the one who shared the video with me.” Tristan releases him, standing between me and Bryce. “If you ever book an appointment in the Learning Center, it will be with another tutor, or I’ll fucking ruin your life and your hockey career. Got it?”

Bryce swallows hard, nodding at Tristan, before he turns and flees from the Learning Center.

All the adrenaline disappears as the fear takes over. My legs shake before giving out on me, but before I fall, Tristan’s strong arms catch me, pulling me against his chest. “I’m so sorry.” He peppers kisses over the top of my head, rubbing my back.

I melt against his body. “Thank God you showed up when you did.” I pull back slightly, looking at his furious expression. His features soften when our eyes lock together, worry dancing in his irises. “He’ll never bother you again. I promise.” He cups my face, his thumb stroking the apple of my cheek. “If he ever looks at your tits again, I’ll gouge his fucking eyes out.”

A giggle bursts from my lips. “Eww. Don’t give them to me if you do. I don’t want them… Or any part of him.” An involuntary shiver rolls through me.

Tristan chuckles. “I promise.” His lips gently press against mine. “I’ll always protect you, kitten.”

“I know,” I whisper softly. “Why did you schedule tutoring appointments? You don’t need it.”

A panty-melting grin spreads across his face. R.I.P panties.

“It’s a brilliant plan. We’ll tell Josh you’re tutoring me so we can spend lots of time together.” His head dips, kissing the shell of my ear. “I’ll learn all the ways I can please you.” He lifts me so I’m sitting on the edge of the table. I look around, but we’re the only ones here.

Spreading my legs, he steps between them. “I just wanna touch…” His hands slide up my leggings, causing goosebumps over my skin. “Kiss.” He lowers his head, kissing my lips until I’m breathless. His lips move over my jaw until they nip at the skin on my neck. “And suck…” I moan, tilting my head as he sucks on my neck, marking me. My hands slide to his back, fisting his shirt as he kisses over the spot he just marked, moving back up to my face. His eyes burn with intensity. “No part of your body will be left untouched. And then I’ll stick my cock deep inside you and fuck you in every imaginable position.”

Bryce’s words run through my head, causing my spine to snap straight. Releasing his shirt, I pull back. “Tristan. We can’t…” My voice sounds weak to my ears. I want to believe him.

His brow furrows. “What is it, Jordyn?”

I bite my lip. “Something Bryce said… It made me uneasy.”

“Tell me.”

I recite the horrible things he said to me, cringing and feeling ill by the time I’m finished.

“He’s a fucking liar. I was with Alex, and Bryce knows that because he and Landin were there.” His brows lower, and his expression tightens from anger. “I don’t want to fuck Janelle. I don’t care if she walks in here naked.” His thumb pulls on my lip, freeing it from my teeth. “There’s only one woman I want. You.” Green eyes pierce mine, a promise burning in them. “You’re all I see. All I think about. The only one I desire.”

Licking his thumb, the groan from Tristan lights my nerves on fire.

“Let’s go to your office, and I’ll prove it to you.”

With my eyes locked on his, I suck on his thumb, watching his eyes heat and his lips part, raspy breaths feathering over my face. “How?”

He grabs my hand, placing it on his rock-hard cock. “Let me fuck you until you can barely walk.”

Fuck. I moan, licking his thumb again before I suck it between my lips. “God, yes.”

He lifts me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He carries me to my office, then shuts and locks the door behind him. Setting me on my feet, our lips crash together, hungry and desperate kisses. We tear at each other’s clothing, only breaking apart long enough to pull the other’s shirt over their head and their pants from their ankles.

He sets me on my desk and rubs the head of his cock against my clit as his lips find mine again. Then he slides inside, and I’m lost in his, moaning as he begins thrusting.

“Fuck. You’re so damn wet and tight.” His forehead falls against mine.

“Jesus. You’re so big. You fill me up and stretch me so good.”

He thrusts faster and harder. “Mmm. I could live inside your pussy. Night and day.”

I grin at him. “Not possible.”

“You sure about that?” He winks, pounding into me. “I love a challenge.”

I groan, unable to speak. My head falls back as the pleasure overwhelms me. We fit together a missing puzzle piece.

My hooded lids fly open as he pulls out. He chuckles at the expression on my face before he grabs me, pulling me off the desk. “Don’t worry.” He bends me over, my cheek against the wood, his hand pressing into my spine, making me arch. As he slides inside me, he says, “I’m just gonna fuck you doggy style.” Wrapping a fist around my hair, he pulls my head back and starts moving. “Then you’ll ride me. But not before I have you grab your ankles as I fuck you from behind. ”

“Jesus, Tristan.”

He chuckles and pulls out. My eyes snap open, frustration welling through me, making my hands clench into fists on the desk. “Stop edging me,” I snap, hungry and desperate for him to fill me.

“Such a needy little bookworm.” He slams inside me, and I whimper, the combination of pain and pleasure giving me goosebumps. “This pussy is choking my cock, not wanting me to leave. I like it.” Leaning down, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he rams in and out of me, our skin slapping together.

“Oh, fuck, Tristan. Fuck me harder.”

“Beg for it, kitten. Beg for me to fuck you until you scream.”

“Oh, hell yes. Please fuck me harder.” I arch as he slams in and out of me, the pleasure rapidly building.

“I’m gonna make you come so much. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

I look at him over my shoulder. “Do your worst, hockey boy.”

My words drive him crazy. He fucks me so hard; I’m surprised we don’t break my desk.

As he pounds me into oblivion, my moans and whimpers mixing with his grunts and groans filling my office, I’m capable of one thought.

Best tutoring session ever.