Page 48 of The Sweetest Risk

I know how much Tristan loves a challenge so I decide to give him one.

I stand on my tip-toes and run my hands along every ridge of his chest, all the way down to the very cut V leading to my favorite part of his body. I whisper against his full, swollen lips, “Make me.”

Without warning, Tristan whips me around and presses his very hard body against my back. His knee nudges in between my legs and spreads them apart. “Hands on the wall, Cupcake.” Hisburly hands find my hip bones and press them back so my ass is flush up against his hard cock. He lifts the jersey up, pushing my panties to the side again with his rough, calloused fingers. His fingers slide inside me, causing me to almost see stars again in a matter of seconds. I gasp loudly.

“You are so fucking wet I can’t wait to get inside you again.”

“What are you waiting for, Hot Shot? I dare you to make me come again.”

Tristan growls and pulls back on my ponytail. This is what he wanted to do with me. Assert his dominance. I am here for all of it.

“I’m waiting for you to say that you are all mine while you are bent over in front of me with your sexy ass up against my cock, Brooke.”

I bite my lip and smile as I press my hips back, adhering to his demand. “I’m all yours, Tristan,” I whimper.

His hands aggressively grab the sides of my hips as he rams into me again. The different angle makes me scream. Tristan is being dominant and possessive – as if he is releasing all the pent-up energy that has been building for the past ten years between us. I intend to match his energy because it is so damn electric and exhilarating.

One of Tristan’s hands reaches down and pinches my already swollen clit and I let out another moan. I can feel myself getting wetter and I press my palms so hard into the wood panel in front of me, I think I might break through the surface. I am never going to get used to how huge Tristan is. He fills me completely and still doesn’t fit all the way.

“You are so tight and wet. Are you going to come for me again, Cupcake?” He thrusts into me harder and harder as I frantically press my hips back into him, all while he is rubbing me fiercely. Tristan slaps my ass and my body vibrates with an overload of sensation.

“Tristan,” escapes my mouth as pure ecstasy travels to every inch of my body.

“I know how much you love me spanking your ass, Cupcake. Do you want me to do it again?” I nod because apparently I’ve lost the ability to come up with actual words. He spanks me again as he manhandles me in the most delicious way. My body convulses and I completely come undone, sparks coursing through my body as I try to steady my breathing.

Tristan exhales a shuddering breath and I can feel him release quickly after I do. We both breathe heavily, reveling in the magic that just took place between us. It was earth-shattering and I am never going to try to piece back together what we used to be to each other.

“We better get going, Cupcake.” Tristan slowly pulls out, adjusts my panties for me and lightly taps my ass again. Even that small gesture makes me want him all over again. He sits down on the bench before me and reaches down to get his clothes.

Before he has a chance to put them on, I go up behind him and place one of my arms across his broad, tattooed chest and the other on one of his biceps. I kiss the side of his neck and then whisper, “You are so much better than any dream I could have conjured up in my head, Tristan.” I kiss him again. “And you are everything I’ve ever wanted, too, Hot Shot.”

He turns, reaches his hand up behind my head and pulls me in for a kiss. “You are my dream, Cupcake. Always have been.”

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Iclose the oven with the side of my hip when I hear my phone ding. I place the freshly baked cupcakes on the cooling rack, wipe my hands against my apron and tap my screen to see the notification:

Just got out of practice, Cupcake. WYD?

My lips curl up at the sight of Tristan’s name on my phone. My heart beats wildly as I unlock my screen and text him back.

I have a bridal shower I am making 60 cupcakes for. Super busy. Still need to decorate all of them. Just need them to cool enough. Probably going to be a late night here at home. ??

Gilmore Girlsis on in the background and my kitchen is a mess. Cocoa powder and flour are sprinkled all over my counters. Luckily for me, I only have one more batch left to make and then I can frost them.

Need a taste tester? You know, just in case a mistake was made ??

Jerk. But a hot jerk at that.

I think it’ll be fine. A thorough inspection was made before I even put them in the oven.

Fair enough...I miss you. I am having Brooke withdrawals.

I giggle. We literally saw each other a couple of days ago and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I didn’t think I could miss someone who I see almost daily, but here I am missing a man who I avoided seeing for so long.

It has been two days, Tristan. I hardly think you are having withdrawals.

It’s totally possible since I am having the same withdrawals.

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