The End of Us, page 15
“Damn straight.” He lowers his hand between my legs and growls. “My needy girl, always wet and ready for me.”
“You do that to me. I always want you,” I hum out as he rubs my clit.
Several minutes pass as he plays with my pussy, building me up and getting me close before he stops, leaving me in agony. I love the way he knows my body so well and how to please me, even when I didn’t know what I liked. Tristan gives me exactly what I need while making me feel safe and secure in and out of the bedroom.
“Climb on top of me, baby. Display that ass for me.” He gives me a smack before I straddle his legs and grip his shaft. Normally, I’d feel shy about having my intimate parts in any man’s face, but Tristan worships me like a goddess. He feeds me compliments and reassures me he loves everything he sees. The way he praises in bed will never get old, and honestly, I get off on it now. I crave it.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right, okay?” I say, worried I’ll be unsteady in this position.
“Sweetheart, everything you do is perfect.”
I playfully roll my eyes. Of course he’d say that.
Lifting up on my knees, I press the tip of his cock to my pussy and spread my wetness around him.
“You’re such a sweet little tease,” he groans, squeezing my waist.
Before we lose our minds, I slide down his length, each inch filling me up and making me whole.
“Lean forward and grab my ankle, then spread your cheeks. I’ll get even deeper.”
I smile in amusement at the way he says ankle. His residual limb is something I’ve quickly become accustomed to, and it doesn’t bother me in the least, but there’s always that fear in the back of my mind that I could hurt it.
“You laughing at me?” he asks playfully.
“Of course not.” I glance over my shoulder, watching how he admires every inch of me.
“It’s okay to laugh, my love. Wait until we go shoe shopping, and I have to ask the associate for two different shoe sizes because my prosthetic foot is a bit smaller. Their expressions are always priceless.”
I chuckle, rocking my hips faster. “I bet you have too much fun shocking people.”
Before he can answer, I squeeze his cock and fuck him harder, finding a steady rhythm. The sensation is almost too strong as he lifts his hips and thrusts upward. He’s so deep, I can barely catch my breath.
“Yes, baby. You feel so good,” he whispers before smacking his palm against my ass. I love the way he marks my skin. The mix of pleasure and pain turns me on even more.
His finger slides between my cheeks, and I anticipate what he’ll do next. I relax and spread my legs wider.
“Jesus Christ, Piper. You’re so goddamn sexy.”
I hear his mouth pop as he sucks around his thumb before sliding the tip into my tight hole. I scream out in pleasure, loving how full it makes me feel.
“More,” I beg.
He squeezes one ass cheek while pushing in deeper, and it’s almost enough to push me off the edge.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, nearly gasping for air.
“Fuck my cock, baby. You’re doing so good riding me like this.”
Moments later, my calves tighten, my toes curl, and a burst of pleasure seizes through me. Throwing my head back, I moan out his name. Tristan gives me the full reigns and lets me slow down as I ride the high.
“I can feel your come sliding all over, baby. Fuck, that was hot.”
“So intense…” I sigh. “This position is dangerous.”
He chuckles, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling slightly. “Now you know why I woke up with a hard-on.”
“You want me to stay like this, or should I turn around?” I ask, knowing he hasn’t come yet.
“Baby, I’m ready to explode.”
I take that as my cue to keep going. Straightening my spine, I bounce on his cock until he’s gripping my hair so tight, I nearly explode again. The way he roars out his release sends a burst of satisfaction through me, knowing I’m the reason for it.
Once we’ve recuperated, I collapse next to him and wrap an arm over his chest.
“You’re going to spoil me, waking me up like this each day,” he says, cupping my face and pressing a kiss to my mouth.
“Just wait until I tell my father you’re moving into my apartment. Then we’ll get to wake up next to each other every single day.”
He blinks at me.
“Shit, was that…too much? Too fast?” I mentally slap myself for my word vomit. “We should’ve talked about it before I just assumed. I’m sorry. Ignore what I just said.”
“Piper.”
I look at him, swallowing hard.
“If you want me to move in with you, I’ll pack the second we’re back. I want to be with you wherever you are. You should know that by now.” He smirks. “I didn’t put up with your attitude for months just because I was on the payroll.”
“You make it sound like you were a paid stalker.”
Tristan smirks, plucking my bottom lip with his thumb. “I was.”
Once we’re clean and dressed, we head downstairs and make a quick breakfast.
“What do you think will happen if they never find him?” I ask as we eat our avocado toast. I finally got Easton to bring the avocados I’d been craving.
“Guess that means you’ll be stuck with me forever.” He flashes a wink. This social media break and getting to spend time with Tristan has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Well, if that’s the case, can we at least move our hideout to Maui or Puerto Rico or something? My hair needs a break from this humidity.”
“Then I’m afraid you’re gonna wanna go north.” He snickers. “Alaska?”
“I’ll literally freeze to death. See, this is why New York is a good compromise. Gets all four seasons. I could easily bundle up in the winter or stay inside, and also have A/C in the summer.” I take a bite of my toast and crunch loudly.
“Not everyone has central air in New York. It’s a luxury,” he says, and I laugh because he’s right. “Jack will eventually run out of money and places to hide,” he states. “Your parents are gonna want you back soon I’m sure.”
“Or they’re secretly enjoying me being away. They’ve never really supported me being on YouTube and sharing so much with the world. I think they’d prefer I lived like a nun.”
“I think most parents want what’s best for their kids, and for them, it’s keeping you safe at all cost,” Tristan tells me in his deep baritone.
We finish eating, then I offer to clean up while he showers. Before he goes upstairs, he pins his body to mine.
“Put your hands flat on the wall,” he whispers in my ear as he presses his chest to my back.
I grin, then follow his orders, raising my arms and placing my palms on the wall.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.” His fingers slide beneath my panties, then he finds my clit. “Fuck, you’re wet again. You needy girl.”
My breathing goes shallow as he flicks it faster. “Mmm…” I moan in response, arching my back to push harder against him.
Tristan works me up until I’m nearly screaming and begging him to give me what I want, but each time I’m close, he slows down or stops.
“Tristan…” I plead, rocking my hips. “I’m going to finish myself off if you don’t.”
“Tsk-tsk, sassy girl. You keep those arms up.”
“Then quit teasing me,” I hiss between clenched teeth. It doesn’t matter that we just had sex an hour ago. I already want his cock inside me again.
He removes his hand. When I glance over my shoulder, I see him licking his fingers. “No touching yourself until I return. I want to watch.”
“What?” I spin around with a scowl. “Don’t leave me hanging. That’s cruel.”
He presses his lips to mine. “I like you riled up and begging for me. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise. I’ll be back in less than twenty minutes.” He flashes a wink, and tingles zap through me.
The asshole knew I was teetering on the edge.
I narrow my eyes at him as he walks backward toward the staircase.
“Just remember, payback’s a bitch,” I say.
He chuckles with amusement, then heads to the bathroom.
I clear the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. Instead of waiting for them to soak, I scrub them to keep my mind busy while I wait for Tristan. The man owes me one hell of an orgasm.
My mind wanders again to our conversation last night and how things have changed so fast. I don’t want to lose him when we return to the city, and though I’m worried about how my parents will react, I’m not letting him go without a fight. People won’t understand how we could possibly have anything in common because of our age gap and class differences, but that’s none of their damn business. As long as we’re happy, that’s all that matters. I know my sister supports me no matter what and will have my back if needed.
Hands cover my eyes from behind me, and I gasp.
“Oh my God, I didn’t even hear you come down,” I tell Tristan. I was so lost in my head and tuned everything out. “You gonna finish what you started?”
He presses his body into mine and brings his mouth to my ear. I wait for his filthy words that I love so much, but they don’t come. Instead, his tongue slides along my outer ear, and it’s then that I feel something’s off.
I try to turn around, but he doesn’t release me. “Tristan?”
As I peel his hands off my face, I’m shoved harder into the counter as he grips my hips. When I look over my shoulder, my heart stops as I realize it’s not Tristan. Beady dark eyes stare into mine, and it’s the first time I’ve been this close to my stalker.
“Let me go,” I demand, pushing against Jack, but he traps me in with his large body.
Before he responds, I open my mouth to scream, but he quickly covers it. I flail my arms, trying to get him off me, but he’s too strong. After twisting my arms roughly behind my back, he slams me into the countertop.
“Jack, don’t do this. Let me go,” I plead behind his palm.
He grinds his erection into my lower back, and I fight the urge to throw up. The way he’s caging me in sends a shooting pain down my spine.
“Please, you’re hurting me,” I say as loud as I can.
Tristan’s still in the shower and probably can’t hear me from upstairs, but even if he could, he’d need time to put on his prosthesis, get dressed, and grab his guns. I can’t help but wonder how the hell Jack found me or how he plotted to break in the moment Tristan wasn’t glued to my side.
Regardless, I try to scream for him.
“Tristan! Help!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jack growls, then I feel pressure in the middle of my back. It’s cold and hard like the barrel of a gun. “Make another sound, and I’ll end you.”
He roughly shoves a fist into my hair, then yanks my head back.
“What do you want with me?” I ask as he tightens his grip.
“You pathetic little slut, as if you don’t know,” he hisses against my ear. His hot breath feels like poison on my skin. “I loved you. We were made for each other. I only wanted to show you how perfect we’d be together and how much I’d cherish and touch you, but then you left. I was the good guy, and you ran from me.”
“I don’t even know you,” I remind him. “You sent me threats and made me fear for my life. That makes you the bad guy.”
“I was trying to stand above the other men attempting to gain your attention. I wanted you to notice me. If you’d given me a chance, I would’ve worshipped the ground you walked on and took care of you.”
Bile rises up my throat, but I swallow it down.
“Look at me,” he orders, keeping his tight hold on me.
I turn around, hoping I’ll be able to escape, but then he forces himself on me. My back presses against the counter as his arms cage me in. For the first time, I get a good look at him. He’s not much older than me, but he’s tall and muscular. His eyes are dark and hard. There's an evil man behind them, and I know he’s here to harm me.
“The longer I had to search for you, the angrier you made me. Right now, I’m eager to cut your throat and watch the life leave your eyes. God, what a beautiful sight that’d be to have your rich blood all over my skin.”
“You’re obsessed with a person you only think you know,” I tell him with venom in my tone. “You don’t know who I really am.”
Jack takes a knife from the sink and angles it at my throat. My heart beats rapidly as I try to steady my breath. He’s getting off on my fear, and I refuse to give him that pleasure. As soon as I open my mouth, he stops me.
“Scream, and you’re dead,” he tells me. “Don’t think I won’t do it. I’ve been hunting you way too fucking long and am too committed now. I’m determined to see this to the end.”
I swallow hard as the blade pushes into my skin. “You’re going to do what I say and follow me out of here. Got it?”
Before I can tell him to go to hell, Tristan enters in a pair of jeans with his gun aimed at Jack. His hair and chest are still soaked from the shower. I blow out a small breath of relief, but it’s quickly replaced with fear as I worry about Tristan.
“You have three seconds to beg for mercy before I put a bullet in your head.”
Jack increases the knife’s pressure while aiming his pistol at Tristan. Everything happens so fast, I can hardly process what transpires. An ear-piercing shot rings out, and I realize Jack pulled the trigger. Tristan immediately loses his balance and falls to the ground. I scream, trying to escape Jack’s hold so I can rush over to him, but he yanks my hair so hard, it feels like he’s ripping strands from my scalp. Jack chuckles, finding amusement in what he did as he drags me toward the door with him.
“Tristan!” I scream as Jack forces me outside.
I claw at his arm, trying to kick him off me, but it’s useless. The adrenaline has me fighting for my life, but no matter what I do, Jack’s unaffected.
“Please, just let me go. Tristan needs help,” I plead as he walks us toward the ocean. The fear is so overpowering, tears surface and pour down my face.
“Stay quiet, or I’ll go back in there and shoot his other knee,” he warns.
I manage to connect my foot with the back of his leg, making him stumble.
“Wrong move, bitch.” He tackles me to the ground face-first. Jack straddles my legs, yanking both my arms behind my back, then cuffs them.
“Please,” I beg between tears. “Don’t do this.”
“Shhh…it’s gonna be okay,” he whispers while petting my head. “We’re finally going to be together.”
Oh hell no.
I need to get back to Tristan. He could be bleeding out…or worse.
Jack gets me on my feet, then leads me toward a boat anchored in the water. I frantically shake my head. “I’m not getting on that.”
By some miracle, I break free of his grip, and even though my arms are restrained, I run toward the house.
“Nice try, you dirty cunt.” He rams into me, making me fall again, then shoves his gun against my skull. “Try me again and see what happens.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I seethe.
He bellows out a laugh, lifting me up and leading me back to the water. “You haven’t seen crazy yet.”
Fear and panic nearly blind me as I suck in air.
“C’mon, get on.” He leads me into the water, then shoves me on board, making it rock back and forth. This doesn’t seem safe.
“Where are you taking me? We won’t make it far,” I warn as if I know anything about boats. But if one thing is certain, the ocean waves will overpower us. They’re too large.
He starts the motor, laughing maniacally as he keeps his weapon pointed at me. I try to wiggle my wrists free, but it’s no use. The cuffs are too tight. I need to stall him as long as possible so he doesn’t take this boat any farther into the water.
“Jack, please,” I plead calmly. “We’ll die if you go any farther. The tide is in.”
The boat roars to life, and he turns toward me with an evil grin. “At least we’ll die together then.”
“Help! Please, help!” I scream, praying someone hears me in the distance.
“Shut the fuck up!” he shouts, then whacks me in the face with the gun.
I yelp out in pain as I fall to my side. Fuck, that’s gonna bruise.
“We aren’t going far. Just to the marina. Think you can stay quiet for ten minutes, or do I need to stuff my dick in your mouth?”
My heart thumps as he lifts me up by my elbow, sitting me upright.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I jerk my arm from his grip.
“Your wicked mouth is only making me harder, you ugly cunt. So if you keep opening it, I’m gonna use it.”
I grind my teeth, not willing to test him on his threat. However, I won’t think twice about biting it off.
Jack revs the engine again. I frantically look around, hoping someone is close enough to see or hear me, but most people are too far out on the water.
The rough waves make it hard to stay steady, and Jack curses as he struggles. Just as the boat turns away from the house and rocks with movement, a gunshot rings out. I scream, lowering my body as Jack messes with the controls, increasing the engine's speed.
I can’t tell where the shot came from, but then there’s another, and this time, it hits Jack in the arm. He suddenly jerks the wheel, and the boat rocks to one side, then the other. Large waves crash against us, flooding the boat. I shift to both sides, unable to steady myself because I can’t use my hands. Jack loses control, and before I know it, the boat is tipping over.
As I fall into the cold water, I struggle to kick my feet since I can’t move my arms with the handcuffs on. I can’t bring myself up to the surface and start to panic.
I’m going to drown.
I’m going to die before I have the chance to tell Tristan I love him.
I hope he knows, but we never exchanged those three words. They were on the tip of my tongue, and now I regret not saying them.
If I somehow survive this, I won’t think twice about it.
