Page 40 of Enamored
It really is a great story. I had no idea she and George took so long to come together. Anytime I’ve seen them together at the office or a company outing, he worships her. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“All I’m saying is, don’t be afraid to do what makes you happy. Things have a way of working out.”
“I’ll take that to heart.”
I leave her office feeling better than I have since I found out about the baby.
* * *
Tristan arrives today, and I’m nervous as I stand by baggage claim at Logan Airport, which is bustling with travelers. I watch an elderly couple reunite in a flurry of hugs and kisses. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers for her even though he’s the one who was traveling. It warms my heart, knowing they are so in love.
I stand at the foot of the escalator and look at my phone. No calls, no texts, and he should have landed fifteen minutes ago. I’m starting to get nervous that he didn’t make his flight and won’t be here. The ultrasound is in a few hours, and I can’t be late for it. When I look back up, I see him coming down. He looks amazing in a snug t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and boots.He could pull me into the bathroom and have his way with me, and I’d be okay with that.
Damn hormones. Or maybe it’s not hormones, but he just looks that good. I look around and see a few other girls looking his way and smiling. Something inside me snaps when I see them ogling him, and I make a dash for him as he steps off the escalator. He sees me coming toward him, and he drops his bag and scoops me up, spinning me around in his arms.
“I’ve missed you so damn much, baby,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck before placing me on my feet again. I reach up and touch my lips to his, keeping it brief but no less sinful.
“I’ve missed you, too. I’m glad you could come for this.” I intertwine my fingers through his and pull him along the path to my car in the garage.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Lana. I told you I want to be a part of our kid’s life. I don’t want him or her to grow up without a father.”
I ask him about his flight and how the build is going as I think about what he said. He wants to be part of their life. I want that more than anything, and I know how happy he is at the ranch. I can’t picture him living here in the city—he’d be miserable. When he’s packing stuff in my car, it’s then I notice a garment bag.
“Tristan, what’s in the bag?”
His face reddens, and he smirks as he looks to his feet. “I thought I’d look for a job in Boston. I have an interview while I’m here.”
“What?” I yell on a shriek. The look of panic on his face has me retracting my statement. “No, no, I don’t mean it in a bad way, I’m just surprised is all. What about the ranch? Your family?”
“I told Mom and Dad what’s going on and how I feel about you and this baby. I want to make things work, and I don’t want you to sacrifice your home and job in order to do so.” He shrugs like he is telling me about the weather. “So, I applied for a few jobs and have an interview.”
I’m in shock. I’m driving on auto-pilot, watching the white-lined road in front of me but not really focusing on where I’m going.
When I don’t respond, he continues. “Are you mad?”
“N-no.” I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “No. I’m not mad.” How do I put this in words? How do I tell him I don’t want him giving up his life and his dream at the ranch for me? I’m not worth that. I’m not worth him potentially being unhappy living somewhere else. “I don’t want you to regret your decisions. That’s all.”
I don’t want him to think he’s happy and have things fall apart. We already have a lot to work on, and I don’t need him doing anything rash to try to fix things. The thought that he’s willing to give up his life back home for me warms my heart. That’s a big decision, and even if he hasn’t thought it through all the way, it’s still a nice gesture.
We get to the apartment, and I help him get his things inside. I stand in the doorway of my room and watch the muscles in his back flex under his shirt as he moves around my space as if he owns it. I lick my lips, unable to contain the sexy memories running through my mind. He glances over at me and smirks. As if he can read my mind, he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor next to him.
“Does my cowgirl need a ride?”
My eyes must be the size of saucers as I bite my lip. He unbuttons his jeans, slowly pulls the zipper, and drags them down his legs. He sits at the edge of the bed in just his boxer briefs, and I drop to my knees in front of him, desperate to feel and taste him. I pull at the waistband and reach my hand in, grasping his length and giving him a few strokes.
He pulls at my shirt, and I release him long enough for him to pull it over my head. He tosses it on the floor on top of his. I go back to work, gripping his hard cock, and wrap my lips around him. He leans his weight back on his hands and drops his head on a moan when I swirl my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck, Lana. That feels so nice. I love when you suck me. You’re so fucking good at it.”
His praise pushes me a little closer to my own edge. I’m soaked after a few minutes of the moans and praise filling the space between us. He pulls me off him when I start to feel him pulsing in my mouth, and I pout. He stands, pulling me up with him, and molds my body against his as he plants a searing kiss on my lips and neck. His kisses move lower as his fingers fumble to push my pants out of the way. I reach behind me, helping him unclasp my bra. When my breasts fall free, I wince, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“They’re tender. Just be gentle with them.”
He nods and pulls me on the bed with him. He lies on his back, legs spread, and I climb on top of him. He helps line me up, and I slide down, taking him in, inch by glorious inch. We moan in unison. This feels like home. It’s what I needed, and it’s where he belongs. That’s a scary thought, so I push it from my mind and work on enjoying him, enjoying us.
He lies back, letting me use him to work myself over. I rock back and forth, using his pelvis to add the extra stimulation to my clit. I could sit up here all day just to feel him buried deep inside me. There is nothing better, and he knows what he’s doing. I picture all the ways I want him to take me and come undone after a few minutes.
He puts me on my hands and knees and presses in from behind me. I lower my chest to the bed, letting him work in as deep as he can get.
