Page 55 of Whiskey Kisses

“Oh!” I cry, grabbing his head. I can barely hear him over the thundering in my ears as I hurtle at warp speed toward an orgasm that will for sure annihilate me. I come a second later, my cries echoing off the bathroom walls, hoping distantly that no one else can hear me.It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Just this.

Withdrawing his fingers, he rises to his feet as I sag, boneless, against the wall. “Not bad for afirst kiss,” he teases. Tipping my face to his, he licks into my mouth, giving me the taste of myself. It’s breathtakingly intimate, and intense, and it’s recalibrating everything I thought I knew of the mischievous boy with the sparkling green eyes.

His dick pulses against my belly as we kiss, and I reach down to touch it, pushing him back so that I can wrap my hand around it. He smiles, biting my lip, and I smile back, tugging him a little harder. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he warns, thrusting into my grip. But he plants his hands on the tiles a breath later, giving in. “That feels …” Groaning quietly, he lowers his face to my neck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Don’t fucking stop.”

It’s the sexiest encounter I’ve ever had, kissing Tristan as he fucks myhand. It’s hot and needy, and when he comes all over my belly, the water beating down on us, I wish he was coming inside me.

Tristan disappears after our shower.Something on his phone pulls him away, and I’m too tired—and, admittedly, satiated—to mind. Dimming the lights, I sink into bed, luxuriating in the feel of my clean skin on the clean sheets. Even if they are too small. I doze off wondering if we’ll still keep separate bedrooms after tonight.

Sometime later, I’m awoken by insistent hands pulling the blanket away and a wet, naughty mouth anointing my neck with kisses. Tristan slips into bed with me, curving his body around mine. “No more sleep,” he demands roughly, sucking lazily at the side of my neck as his hand finds my breast and squeezes. “Time to consummate this marriage.”

Pressing my face into the pillow, I giggle sleepily at his ridiculousness. But he’s relentless, and I want him just as much despite my sleep fog, so I acquiesce. Arching into him, I reach back and sink my fingers into his hair. “Where’d you go earlier?” I whisper, pushing my butt into his erection. “Wait, are you naked?”

“The real question is, why aren’t you naked?” Flipping me to my back, he brings my hand to his dick, letting me feel the smooth, hard shape of him again before shifting onto his knees. He peels off my shirt, eyes glinting in approval as he looks down at me. “What’s this?” He runs his hands over my bare skin, making me shiver. “No panties?”

“Not when I’m sleeping.”

“Not ever?” I shake my head, and a devilish grin lights up his face as he stretches out over me. “My kind of girl.”

Our lips meet, and I wrap myself around him, bringing him closer. I love him already, would do anything for him already. Daddy’s words, and even Maribelle’s, echo cruelly through my mind, reminding me that Tristan has ulterior motives and that at the end of the day, he’s all about himself. His family. But that’s not how this feels. Tristan might be ruthless at times but he’s also fiercely loyal, even to me. He’s proven that over and over. I kiss him as deeply as he kisses me, giving him all those years of longing.

So deeply that our bodies, intertwined in every way but one, act ontheir own. I don’t stop him when he starts to enter me, filling me in a way that far transcends the physical. “Evie,” he groans. There’s a slight sting, because it’s a tight fit, but it mellows into bone-melting pleasure as he fully seats himself. “Fuck. Hold on, baby.”

Pulling out, he leans over and grabs a condom from somewhere on the floor, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrates on getting it on. Then he sits, bringing me onto his lap. “You okay?” he asks quietly, his eyes just inches away.

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You trust me?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I ask, not really wanting to hear if there is.

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’ll always be good to you.”

“Always?” I tug the hair at the nape of his neck. “You mean for the next year. We have an expiration date, remember?”

“I’ll be good to you no matter what.” He pulls me in until I’m so close all it’ll take is a slight shift. “Starting right now.” Squeezing my hips, he lifts me just enough so that I can bring him inside.

It’s deeper at this angle, and I sink down slowly, feeling every inch as he fills me again. “Oh,” I whisper, closing my eyes.Nothing feels better than this.

He trails his tongue over my throat as he starts to move, biting down on the juncture between my neck and my shoulder.

“You bite … a lot.” I gasp. “I like it …” I moan as his tongue lashes my pulse point. “A lot.”

“Can’t resist. You’re too sweet.” Chuckling darkly, he cups my ass, working me up and down, back and forth. I roll my hips, moving with him, meeting every stroke with one of my own. “I want to bite you everywhere.”

I laugh breathlessly, because I’d like that, too. We fuck for what feels like forever, until my thighs ache and our skin is damp with sweat. Tristan rises, putting me onto my back, and picks up the pace, driving into me so hard that the bed squeaks in protest. I lie spread beneath him, widening my knees as the first twinge of another climax ripples through my core.

“Maybe you should be mine for real, Evie,” he pants against my ear, his warm breath sending a shudder through me.

He’s so clueless. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone as much as I do him. “I already am,” I say, and everything crescendos into a brilliant burst.

“Something’s going on with Maeve.”Tristan’s eyes track my hand as I choose a piece of mint chocolate fudge from the box between us on the bed. It’s so late it’s early, but I guess neither of us felt like sleeping after that spectacular hook-up. If you could even call it that. “She left all these cryptic texts earlier.”

I take a bite and feed him the rest, having mercy on him. “Is that why you ran off after our shower?”

“I went to get my bag because the condoms were in it.” He flashes a dimple. “And I wanted to hide the fudge before Timmy’s munchies kicked in.”

Snorting, I lie back on the bed. “If you think something’s going on with Maeve, why don’t you just call her?”

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