Page 26 of Good Girl
“Tristan, I can’t accept this. There’s so much.” She places her hands to her face, peeking between parted fingers.
“Actually…” He scratches the back of his neck, “There’s more downstairs.”
Looking at me again, her jaw looks like it’s going to dislocate. I fold my arms and nod to the bags. “Say thank you, Angel, then pick out something to wear.”
Big round eyes gaze up into Tristan’s, his lips pressed tightly together, the pulse in his neck thundering. “Thank you,” she says breathlessly, throwing her arms around his neck and jumping into his arms.
He makes anoomphsound then relaxes, scooping her up. Her legs wrap around his waist, her face nuzzling into his neck as he beams at me over her shoulder, cradling her to him. “You’re more than welcome. Now you don’t need to leave.”
Loosening her legs, she slides down his body, and he releases her. Tristan gnaws on his lip, looking reluctant as he tucks her hair behind her ear and grazes a knuckle down her cheek. “You want to go?” Noticing that the rigidness in his posture has returned, I step next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Go get ready, Angel.”
Confliction flutters across her features, sucking on her inner cheek, she nods her head and collects the bags then trots down the hallway to Tristan’s bedroom. We’ve all been sleeping together in there since she arrived.
Tristan runs a hand roughly through his hair, that’s air dried and looks sexy as hell in a messy pile on his head. He drops intothe seat I just ate Poppy in. “She deserves to hear what he has to say,” I mutter as I go to the bar to pour him a whisky, despite it still technically being morning.
“Doeshedeserve to seeher?” Tristan practically growls. Thrusting the glass at him, he frowns but takes it, downing it in one gulp. “I don’t want her to leave.” So grumpy.
“She’s coming back,” I tell him, but there’s a weird expanding hole opening in my gut.What if she doesn’t?“Let’s drive her there,” I decide, rolling my shoulders and taking off for my bedroom to get dressed.
THIRTEEN
Tristan
Poppy finally returns from the bedroom where she went to get ready thirty minutes ago. Vance was ready in five but disappeared again a few minutes ago. Poppy’s wearing a stunning black dress that hugs her figure and wraps around her like a towel, cinching at her waist with a belt. The soft material drapes elegantly over her curves, just skimming her thighs and highlighting her perfect silhouette.
I can’t believe how lucky we are.
How the hell did someone like Josh manage to win her over in the first place. It should be a crime to date a woman as amazing as her and not take care of her needs or truly appreciate her.
My eyes wander over her form. With the makeup she applied and her hair loose, flowing in curls down her back, she looks fucking amazing. I’d asked the personal shopper to add in some basics as I didn’t know what she used. She doesn’t need makeup, but she always wears it in the office, so I wanted her to have some.
“Have I said thank you for the clothes?” She curls her body against my side, sighing contentedly.
Cradling her in my arms, I inhale her. She’s so fucking intoxicating, I want to consume her, let her scent live in my lungs, allow her taste to forever sweeten my tastebuds. I know it’s not healthy, this obsession, but I don’t give a fuck. I need her. I’m weak for my next hit, and I’ll never get enough.
“To get to look at you in that dress is thanks enough,” I murmur into her neck.
Vance appears, dropping a small box on the kitchen counter before coming over to take Poppy’s hand. He’s wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black sweater. My mouth waters, seeing them together in their matching outfits.
He leads her toward the kitchen counter and stops her there, handing her the box. “I also wanted to give you a gift.”
My cock strains against my zipper as I approach to see better.
She blushes a perfect shade of pink, and I know the color blossoms all over her skin because I’ve seen it when she’s naked. I conjure the image in my mind’s eye before settling my gaze back on the box.
Tugging the ribbon, she lifts the lid, her teeth capture her bottom lip. A smile spreads across my face over the fact that she doesn’t know what the little orbs are.
“Hold on, Angel.” Vance takes the balls from the box then walks over to me, pushing the orbs into my mouth, leaving the black latex rope joining them together hanging from my lips. “Warm them up for our girl, Tris.” He turns back toward her, lifting the little remote from the box and winking at her before sliding it into his pocket. “They’re pleasure eggs.”
Her eyes glaze over with lust, shifting back-and-forth between us. I twirl my tongue over the balls in my mouth, swiping the back of my hand across my lips to catch dribble from escaping.
Scraping his eyes down her body, Vance bends on one knee to part her dress like a curtain, exposing the apex of her thighs.After hooking his fingers in her black lace panties and sliding them down her creamy, delicious thighs, he taps her ankle for her to step out of them. Holding them to his nose he inhales, briefly closing his eyes before standing up and coming back to me.
Grasping the latex rope between his forefinger and thumb, he slides the balls from my mouth with a gentle tug. “Good boy.” The warm feeling that always accompanies his praise fills my chest.
He lifts his hand, showcasing the delicate black panties that sway teasingly as he flexes his fingers, letting the fabric fall and dangle enticingly in front of my face. My reward.
