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CHAPTER 42

Jordyn

I sigh, staring into space, unable to concentrate on class. My thoughts are full of Tristan and all that has transpired since I sat with him at the cemetery.

Our conversation flowed easily, and we confessed all the secrets we’d kept from the other. After breakfast, he drove us to a nearby lake, where we talked about our goals and dreams.

As we were driving home, Tristan’s phone rang. It was Josh, who said his father asked him to come home. He planned to spend the night and then drive back to campus tomorrow.

The second Tristan ended the call, he slammed his foot on the gas. We barely made it through the front door before we were both naked, and he proceeded to fuck me in almost every room of the house. We showered, and then he asked me to wear the lingerie and dress I wore last night on stage and give him a lap dance in his bedroom. Not only was that the hottest experience of my life, but Tristan ended up alternating between fucking and making love to me.

We spent the evening in bed, with Tristan leaving long enough to answer the door and grab the takeout he ordered for dinner. After we ate, I curled up in his arms and binged Netflix until we fell asleep.

The week has been passing in a blur. It’s been extremely busy for both of us, but we always make time for each other. Now that I know Tristan’s name is the only one on the lease, we’ve been slightly less discreet. Tristan is ready to confess our love to Josh, but I’m really worried about the effect it will have on the team.

“Hey, guys.” Josh walked into the house, glassy eyes skimming over us as we worked on our group paper for English Lit. Alex ran to get us some ice cream, so Tristan and I took advantage and had been making out on the couch when we heard Josh’s footsteps. “I won’t be here long. Just grabbing a few things.” He bounds up the steps without sparing us another glance.

I give Tristan a bewildered look. “What’s going on with him? His eyes are bloodshot, and his hands are shaking.”

“I need to make a phone call to Coach Jensen.” Worried green eyes met mine. It darkened when Josh’s loud music shook the walls. “I think he’s using drugs.”

“What?” My eyes lift to the stairs, worry knotting in my gut. “I never suspected… But the terrible way he’s been playing, combined with how distracted and oblivious he is… Well, it makes a weird kind of sense.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions yet. I’ll have Coach test him and let him handle it.”

I cup his face and give him a kiss. “Have I told you how amazing you are?”

He grins at me. “Every day. But I never tire of hearing you say it.”

“Good. Because I’m not going to stop.”

I feel accomplished after writing an outline and beginning the first of two large papers for the Composition and Writing class I’m taking. Standing, I stretch before gathering my materials and hitching my backpack over my shoulder.

Pushing through the library doors, the sky opens, rain soaking the campus. Great.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I’m about to order an Uber when a horn blows. I look up, a smile stretching across my face as a familiar SUV pulls up in front of the library. I wave, racing around to the passenger seat of Tristan’s vehicle, and climb inside.

“How are you here?” I launch myself at him before he can answer, grabbing his face and kissing him.

He chuckles when he pulls away. “Wow. That’s a helluva greeting, kitten.” Winking, he pushes my wet hair away from my face. “Coach let us out of practice early. I read your text and immediately rushed over, knowing you’d get soaked walking home.”

“You are the sweetest boyfriend ever.”

A slight growl leaves his lips. “Damn. Keep it up, and I’ll fuck you right here.” His expression softens, a smile on his lips. “You’re the best girlfriend ever. And the love of my life.”

I smile. “I love you.”

“I love you with all my heart, kitten.” His kiss is sweet and full of promises of forever.

As I settle into the passenger seat, he turns the heat up before reaching into the back of his vehicle and grabbing his sweatshirt. He puts it over my head before fastening the seat belt. His eyes meet mine. “What?”

I know I have the silliest smile on my face, but I can’t help it. “I like the way you take care of me.”

“Good. Cause I’m never gonna stop.”

We sit in Tristan’s SUV, the pouring rain pounding against the vehicle, puddles everywhere. “Ready, kitten?”

I nod, determination on my face.

He grins. “On three.”

I have my hand on the handle, ready to open it and sprint through the rain. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” I shriek as I slide out the door, slamming it shut. I make it around the front of his vehicle before Tristan scoops me in his arms, twirling me around in the rain. We are laughing, enjoying the feel of it on our skin before our eyes lock and the passion takes over.

Holding me against him, his hands cup my ass as he claims me with the type of kiss that possesses me to my soul. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, no longer caring about getting soaked. Not caring about anything but losing ourselves in each other.

“What the hell?” Josh’s angry voice breaks through my lustful fog.

We break the kiss, our heads turning to Josh, but Tristan doesn’t put me down.

“You son of a bitch.” Josh’s fist swings and Tristan immediately spins, protecting me. He stumbles from the hit as my feet touch the ground. Before Tristan can block his punches, Josh attacks with a fury. I scream, stepping back as Tristan hits the sidewalk, Josh on top of him.

“Oh my God. Stop it.” I’m soaked, my hands slipping as I unsuccessfully grab Josh’s arm. “Please, just stop.”

Josh whips around, furious eyes burning into mine. I take a step back, and he advances. “You fucking bitch. How long have you been fucking him?” Before I can react, he shoves me, sending me flying against the porch. I slump against the steps, dazed.

“You motherfucker.” Tristan tackles Josh, his fists flying. “You don’t fucking touch her.” The sickening crunch of bone beneath his fist is evident over the rain pounding against the porch roof. “You don’t fucking call her a bitch.” His face is twisted from rage as he pummels Josh.

I rub my aching head. “Tristan, please stop.” Tears course down my cheeks. I don’t want Tristan to end up getting into trouble. I’ve seen this too many times. Josh always wiggles out of whatever trouble he gets in.

Tristan fists Josh’s shirt, lifting his head from the sidewalk. Dropping him, he snaps, “You’re not fucking worth it.” Releasing him, he backs up, his eyes on Josh. He lifts his arm, wiping his nose before he spins, his concerned eyes locking with mine. “Kitten.”

Rushing over to me, he scoops me up. “Let’s get you out of this rain, and I’ll check you over.”

“What about him?” I nod in Josh’s direction as he rolls to his knees, puking onto the sidewalk.

He throws a glare over his shoulder as he heads to the door. “Let his father deal with him.”

As he carries me to the door, the muscle twitches in his jaw as his eyes drop to mine. “If he hurt you, he’ll never fucking skate again because I’ll break both his fucking legs.”