Page 58 of Cru's Crush
I’d just stepped under the warm water when he joined me. “What’s on your mind, Daph?” he asked.
I giggled. “Truthfully, I was thinking about how good I look.”
His gaze went from my eyes slowly down my body, then made its way up again. “Let me check the other side.” When he spun me around and rested his hand on my arse, I giggled more.
“Yep, I’d say you look perfect. I should probably find out how you feel too.” He spread my legs, put his hand between them, then ran his finger through my folds. “Better than perfect.”
He turned me a second time. “What’s going on, Daph?”
I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders. “I’m happy, Cru. Happier than I’ve been my entire life. I’m far less stressed, as evidenced by the lack of bags.” I pointed to my eyes.
“It’s all the phenomenal sex.” His chest puffed out a little.
I leaned forward and ran my tongue around his nipple. “You’re right, but there’s more. I’m finally where I belong, Cru. I feel it deep in my soul. I’ve never known such contentment.”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I nodded. “Me too. It just took me a while to realize it.”
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CRU
After calling in a favor from another winemaker in the valley, I was able to arrange for Daphne and me to take a private flight to Álamos, where Tryst’s ranch was located. I could’ve contacted Press or Beau, but I didn’t want to. My relationship with Daphne was too new to involve either of them. It wasn’t that I felt threatened or even that she’d be uncomfortable. It was more that I wanted what was between us to stay our business a little while longer. Her family and mine knew, and by this point, so did Roan Norman, or at least I hoped he did. Other than that, I wasn’t ready to share our news.
“Tell me about it,” Daphne said on the flight from San Luis Obispo to the airstrip Tryst had created on this ranch.
“I told you our house was designed and constructed using the traditional Indian architectural system known asVastu shastra.”
She nodded. “I’ve been reading about it. It’s quite fascinating.”
“Tryst owned the property for several years before he built on it. The story is he was hiking in the area the day he first met the woman who would become his wife. He says the two were on a ridge, and he pointed to the valley below, telling her that’s where they’d live once they were married.”
“So romantic.”
I wriggled my brows. “Runs in the family.”
She smiled, leaned forward, and kissed me. “Tell me more.”
“The first structure was a temple, followed by a water room. It’s similar to a pump house, but like every other structure on the property, it incorporates Vastu principles.”
“The science of keeping the five elements of nature—earth, water, fire, air, and space—in balance in order to maximize ‘positive vibrational energy.’”
“You sound just like him when he talks about it.”
“You miss him.”
I leaned against the seat and sighed. “He’s the only link I have to my father. The two were different as night and day, yet so alike. I can’t explain it. Anyway, now, there’s a main house, a meditation center, several casitas, and a therapeutic riding program.”
“I can’t wait to see it.”
The plane landed an hour later,and out the window, I saw Tryst waiting with a golf cart. Brix was with him, and they both waved.
“It’s tradition that the first place anyone visits on the ranch is the temple,” I told her while we waited for the airstairs to be put in place so we could deboard.
“I’d love it.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about it and can’t believe you and Tryst never met.”
