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CHAPTER 13

TRISTAN

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.” She grins up at me. “That your mother had always wanted you to be normal. She didn’t want you to grow up spoiled. With her you had the experiences that most considered mundane, but you loved.”

I think back to the conversation we had. She paid more attention than I gave her credit for. “Yeah, I did love those things.” It goes without saying the mundane was gone after she died. Dad did his best to keep up appearances, but it wasn’t easy.

“So I want to give you something you’ve probably never had. I would wager it’s also something your mom would love for you to experience.” She holds out her hand. “Will you trust me?”

Trust has been hard for me to give. Not because I’m unwilling, but because so many people have proven they don’t deserve it. Lia though, she deserves anything I can give her. Even though we aren’t married yet, I already feel like she’s my partner in crime. “I trust you.” I reach my hand out to grasp hers.

She pulls me into the kitchen. “Do you trust me enough to put this on you?”

I watch as she holds up a blindfold. “I guess so.” I roll my eyes in a good-natured way. “Besides if you try to hurt me, Parker’s got to make sure I’m safe.”

He grunts from wherever it is he watches, and she giggles. For some reason I don’t think it would be too hard for Parker to throw me under the bus if she asked him to. She stands on her tiptoes, securing the blindfold around my eyes.

“Walk slow,” she cautions as she pulls on my hand.

I always thought if someone blindfolded me and made me go somewhere on this property, I would know where they were taking me. I’ve downright prided myself in knowing every square inch of the land I own.

But I don’t know. I can’t place it as we walk outside. The only reason I know it’s outside is because of the change in temperature and the wind comes in off the ocean. Inhaling deeply, I smell the salt. It’s one of my favorite scents, always reminding me of home.

We walk for what feels like hours, but I know it’s really only a few minutes.

“Okay,” she says as we come to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold.”

I do, letting my eyes adjust for a few moments. We’re in one of the shelters on the beach. There’s a fire going, pillows laid out, and a blanket. Popcorn, candy, and drinks sit beside the blanket. “What is this?”

She points to a screen I didn’t notice before. “Parker got a screen set up for me. We’re gonna watch a movie. Like in a movie theater.”

“I’ve never been to one of those,” I admit, slightly embarrassed.

“I know, I called my brother, and he let me know. It’s kind of hard to know what you’ve done and what you haven’t, because so much of your life is as private as it is public.”

Truer words have never been spoken. As much as I’ve wanted my entire life to remain private, I’m much too public for it to happen.

“Do you like it?” she asks softly as we settle in. I should have known she’d pick The Fast and the Furious . She does like fast cars and bikes. Those are two things I can say with complete conviction she enjoys.

“I love this.” I look around, not exactly sure I’m able to believe we’re here. There were so many things she could have done for me when I laid down the gauntlet.

“I’m glad.”

Her smile is huge and I can tell she’s pleased with herself. On a whim, I entwine our fingers together.

“I’m glad, too. There’re not many firsts I can share with you, but I’m glad this is one of them.”

She giggles, elbowing me in the side. “I was way too late to take your virginity, Tris.”

I snuggle in closer to her. “But just think, if anyone asks. I can always say you popped my cherry. No one has to know which one I’m talking about.” I motion to the screen with my bottle of beer .

“Oh my god.” She rolls her eyes. “Shhh! We need to watch the movie.”

For long minutes, I give her what she wants. To watch the movie, but there’s something else I want, and eventually I can’t wonder about it any longer. My arm is still around her, our fingers are still entwined. Parker stands outside, and I know he won’t bother us unless he absolutely has to. Licking my lips slightly, I lean in, kissing the side of her neck softly, and slowly.

“Trisssttann…”

“Shhh, watch the movie,” I whisper to her. “Isn’t this what you’re supposed to do at the movies? Or have I heard it all wrong?”

With a sigh, she relaxes against me, melting completely into my body.

“Tristan,” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

She turns my chin so that we’re looking at one another. “I never go all the way on a movie date. Just because you’re going to be a king, you think you’re special?”

Running my hand up her thigh, I cup her heat. “I know I’m special.” I lean in, kissing her softly.

“Hmmm.” She makes a noise deep in her throat.

“Don’t you think?”

She shifts her body over, opening her thighs slightly. “I think we should watch them turn this into a ten-second car.”

“Opening your thighs to me says something totally different.” I smooth my mouth along her neck. “So you keep watching them make a ten-second car. I’ll show you how to have a two-minute orgasm.”

She laughs loudly. “With Parker right outside?”

“With Parker right outside,” I confirm. “So that means you need to be quiet. I want you telling me what’s happening in the movie, I haven’t seen it before.”

Amelia adjusts herself against the pillow, burrowing deeper into the covers we’ve spread out.

My fingers slide to the button of her jeans, slipping the metal through, and pulling them down her thighs. Her panties come along with the denim. Carefully I move down to position myself between her thighs. I hook my arms under her thighs.

“Don’t forget, Lia. Tell me about the movie.”

Her eyes are dark as they look down at me. I take one last look at her before I lean in, my mouth covering her core. The fingers of her hand dig into my scalp, grabbing hold of my hair.

A noise escapes her throat causing me to lift up. “Keep those noises to yourself, babe. Don’t forget to tell me what’s happening in the movie.”

“They’re at the Race Wars,” she pants as I lick her clit.

“Tell me about them.”

“Uhh.” She pushes against me. “Jesse, he,” she inhales deeply. “He bets his pink slip against someone with a faster.” She stops for a moment, seeming to collect herself. “Oh my god, with a faster car.”

Bringing my hand up to her core, I tuck my pinkie and ring finger into my palm, using my middle and pointer finger to slide deeply inside her body.

“Feels so good.” She tugs on my hair.

“How long does the race last?” I whisper.

“At the Race Wars?” She pushes up against my lips.

“Yeah.”

“Like thirty seconds.” She digs her heels into the sand.

“Bet I can make you come by the end of this scene. ”

She gives me a saucy smile. “You’re welcome to try.”

Challenge. Fucking. Accepted.

With a determination I haven’t had in a long time, I go after her hard. Sucking, licking, sliding my fingers inside her warmth, I flick my tongue against her hard bud. She’s wet, so fucking wet, so close.

Lifting my head up. “Have they started racing yet?”

“They’re at the starting line,” she whines, pressing further up into me.

“Are you close?” I ask her.

“So close,” she pants, wriggling against me.

It takes all my strength to reach up, placing a palm on her belly, holding her down. My other hand abandons sliding in and out of her. It moves to the top of her pussy, pulling her lips apart, letting me get even closer to her clit.

“He’s about to go across the finish line, Tris. You better hurry.”

Closing my mouth around her, I flick my tongue like my life depends on it, and in some ways it does. Her thighs tighten around my head, and I can hear the pleasure about to erupt from her throat.

Hoping to keep her from blowing our cover, I press the fingers I had inside her core into her mouth. She surprises me by sucking strongly against them, running her tongue around the digits.

That is the one thing that gets me.

As she’s coming down, I rise up on my knees, push my jeans down my thighs and take my cock into my hand. My eyes are closed, so I’m surprised to feel warmth around my cock. Prying them open, I see her kneeling in front of me, her mouth around my length.

“Lia, if you don’t want this, you gotta let me go.” My groan is guttural, and it takes all of three strokes for me to shoot down her throat.

As I try to get my breath back, the two of us look at one another.

“So Jesse lost his car.” Her voice is dry as we’re cleaning ourselves up.

I laugh loudly. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“I mean you wanted me to tell you.”

Pulling her in my arms, I wrap them around her waist before laying back against the pillows again. “Now.” I kiss her nose. “We can watch the rest of the movie.”