Suspended Desires, page 12
I laugh, pop open my own beer, and reply, “Every time you’re not with me, Tristan.”
He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap. “Or have you been reading again, getting all flustered while I’m not here?” His whispered accusation sends a shiver running down my spine. My nipples harden in the little crop tee I’m wearing.
Before I know what’s happening, Tristan has me sprawled out on my back on the kitchen island, removing the little sleep shorts I’m still wearing, since all I did was binge read. He pushes my legs apart and leans down. I can feel his warm breath on my centre. It sends thrills through my body as I squirm, letting out a little moan. I’m so hot right now. My face feels like it’s on fire. I need this man like I need air to breathe. He yanks up my tee, blindfolding me as he pushes his finger in my mouth.
His lust-filled voice fills the space between us as he commands, “Suck, my dirty little toy.”
I suck his finger, swirling my tongue around it as he inserts a second digit into my mouth. He pulls his fingers free of my mouth when they are soaked, and they release with a plop from my lips. My body is a bundle of nerves. The fact I can’t see what he’s doing increases the sensations. His fingers make a path down my chest, leaving a wet trail between my breasts. I arch my back up into his touch. His fingers disappear, and I hear the freezer door open. I breathe deeply, waiting to know what he has planned for me next.
His mouth latches around my nipple, and I flinch at the shock of the coldness. Dropping the ice, he swirls his tongue around my hard nipples as I squirm, trying to move away from the coldness on my searing-hot body. He moans as I hear the ice plop back into his mouth, then feel him moving to my thigh. He sucks up the inside, making me drip and my spine arch, wanting him to touch that spot where I need him more than anything right now.
My breathing is hard, and I let out rapid moans as he latches on to my clit hard, the ice causing a mix of pain and pleasure. At the same time, I thrust my hips, holding his face hard against me, grinding with all my strength, and trying to get enough traction to get release. His mouth leaves my pussy once all the ice has melted, and his cold tongue trails a path up my body. Taking my mouth in his, he kisses me with so much passion my mind goes blank. All I can feel in this moment is his tongue competing with mine, fusing us together.
I hear the thump of his pants hitting the floor. Then he rubs his hard length against my slit. “Willow,” he growls in my ear, stilling my movements. “Is all this dripping for me?”
I nod, not being able to find the words. I can feel his smirk on my mouth as he enters me slowly, all the way in, as deep as he can go. Rubbing all my nerve endings as he pulls back out and does it again. I can feel his strong heartbeat racing against my chest as he puts my legs over his shoulders and pounds his way in and out of me. The release comes without warning, and I see stars. I’m coming down from my high as he joins me, and the sensation pushes me over the edge again. I scream so loud, but I don’t care if all of the city can hear us.
I hold him tight as the pleasure subsides, panting hard to catch my breath. He lowers my shirt from around my head, which has me staring straight into his love-filled eyes. He smiles. “Willow, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that look on your face.”
After our shower, we head back to the kitchen, swapping our warm beers out for a glass of wine instead. Cooking together is a lot of fun. I feel his eyes on me as I fry the onions to go in the pasta sauce. He walks past, sucking up my neck and leaving me wanting more as he goes to boil the water for the pasta.
We had a conversation about the media, and I could tell he was very on edge bringing it up. I smiled as I told him that if he wasn’t so sexy, they wouldn’t be so interested in splashing his gorgeous face all over the news every day. He swatted my ass at that comment as I told him no amount of media or anyone or anything could ever push me out of his arms. I could see that was his concern.
The media is still trying to figure out who I am, the mystery woman, and we plan to keep it that way. I’m happy with them not knowing I’m a Santiago. That’s a whole different kettle of fish. Knowing my name would have them digging into my past and splashing it all over the papers. It would cause major trouble. I know a lot of people out there would love to get their grubby hands on me, in order to blackmail my grandfather.
But until that time comes, I’m very much happy living in our own little bubble.
My phone rings, and I smile, seeing it’s Hazel on FaceTime. I answer and sit her up on the bench as Tristan and I carry on cooking, laughing, and talking with her for the next half hour. I know she’s getting super anxious about leaving me almost on the other side of the world when she heads back home in two days, so I end the call, telling her we will see her soon.
Tristan’s strong arms come around my waist, lifting my mood as he holds me tight. He assures me that we can go visit them in a couple of weeks, depending on the carnival’s next destination.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I can feel her sadness every time she talks to Hazel, and an idea flashes in my mind as I snuggle Willow into me. She fell straight to sleep after I made long, slow love to her in our bed.
Getting up, I decide I will take her with me to the office today. I quickly call Lucas to let him know the plan, and he agrees that it’s a good idea to get her out of the apartment for the day. I also want her with me so she can’t see what I’m doing in the downstairs room. I’m hoping it will all be done by the time we get home. It’s been in the works for weeks. I’m hoping all the trades can work together to make my idea a reality.
The morning goes quickly with Willow in my sights. I absolutely enjoy being able to see her when I look up from my computer. Her gorgeous long legs stretch over the couch side as she reads all morning. I feel her eyes on me, and I loosen my tie. She makes my body heat by her presence alone, especially when she stares at me with those big chocolates of hers. She’s getting restless, and it has me standing from my desk. I grab her hand, pulling her off the couch, and tell her we are going out for some lunch. She smiles up at me as I grab her hand to lead her to the elevator.
Once we are on the main street, we walk towards the gorgeous views of King’s Park, so we can look out on the city while we have a picnic. We laugh and snuggle throughout lunch, looking at the stunning views as she tells me all about the book she was just reading.
I have had a lot of visitors to my office today, and I don’t blame them. I’m definitely not one to refuse her charm. She chats all afternoon with Steph and the other office girls, distracting everyone from their work with the stories of her travels. She goes on to describe all the glorious places she’s discovered around the world. We haven’t let anyone but Steph know she was with the circus yet, as we are still keeping her identity from the media.
Finishing up for the day, I close my laptop and look up to Willow locking the door. I smirk at my naughty angel as she slowly struts towards me, keeping my attention as she drops to her knees in front of my chair. I swallow as her fingers release my hard cock from my suit pants, and she leans forward, licking the length from bottom to top.
I let out a deep moan, wrapping my hand in her long brunette ponytail. Her tongue swirls around the tip, causing my breath to hitch. It’s so soft and delicate. She inhales deeply before sucking my whole length into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. I feel her gag, and smile to myself. It’s like heaven as she swallows my cock farther into her throat. She sucks me so good until I grunt my release into her mouth.
I rub my fingers across her cheek, swiping away a tear. “You’re such a good girl, Willow.”
She blinks up at me and stands, kissing me along the way. I can taste myself on her lips, but I don’t mind as long as I get to kiss her.
Willow holds my hand in hers as we enter the apartment after a quick drive back from the office. She drops her book on the kitchen bench as I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“I have something to show you.” I drag her behind me as I guide her to the back room beside the gym, where I usually fit a workout into my schedule every morning.
Tears spill down her cheeks and her mouth forms an ‘O’ as her eyes take in the setup I arranged for her. She looks around the room, smiling as she peers up at the aerial silks I had installed. I tug her to me and lick a stray tear from her cheek.
She pulls me in. “Thank you so much, Tristan. This is the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
I laugh. “Oh, angel, it was totally selfish on my behalf. I now get to watch you practise on those glorious aerial silks and take you in our own house as much as I like. Plus, I thought it best you keep up with your training, in case Carlos calls and needs you for a show.”
Taking my face in her tiny hands, Willow pulls me down to kiss my lips, the gesture soft as she whispers, “Thank you, Tristan. I can’t wait to use this room.”
Smiling down at this beautiful girl, I admit, “Anything for you, angel.”
After the long day at the office, we shower and jump into comfy clothes for a night in. We decide to order pizza, and I find myself laughing as Willow informs me the only kind of pizza she likes is cheese.
“Willow, do you know what you’re missing out on? All those glorious toppings smothered in cheese.”
She makes a gagging noise. “Nope,” she says, popping the P. “I’m totally happy with just cheese. You’re the weird one, you know? Ruining a perfectly good pizza by covering the flavour with all those toppings.”
I make myself comfy behind her on the couch as we watch Netflix, and she eats her boring, just cheese pizza. I pull out a bottle of wine and we share a couple of glasses over dinner. She picks The Notebook to watch, and I roll my eyes.
She slaps my arm, saying, “Tristan, it’s such a good movie, a true love story.”
We have an early night after the movie ends. I pull her into my big arms when we make it to bed. “Lucas will escort you tomorrow when you go for coffee with Grace.”
“Okay,” she breathes out as I feel her relax and succumb to sleep.
The next morning, I’m in the kitchen with fresh coffee on. I make Willow her favourite breakfast, a bagel with cream cheese, before we go our separate ways for the day. The barstool at the kitchen island creaks as she shuffles her little bum to take a seat. Her beautiful, dishevelled bed hair sticks out everywhere, and she’s rubbing her eyes. She quickly covers her face when she notices I’m watching her.
I smile, seeing the little smirk crease her mouth behind her hands. Moving around the island, I place her coffee in front of her. “Good morning, beautiful,” I greet her, kissing her forehead and moving a messy strand behind her ears.
She pervs at me in my suit before she reaches out and slips her fingers in my belt strap, pulling me closer for another kiss.
The office is a madhouse today. I’m trying to take over a new hotel chain that has gone under, but it’s not going smoothly. There are so many bumps in the road, and all the dodgy deals involving the past owners have us tied up in red tape.
My thoughts wander to Willow, wondering how her morning tea with Grace is going. I’ll call her at lunch and check in. She’s the only thing on my mind as the chaos has the day passing quickly.
I send her off a quick message, deciding I’m not able to wait till lunch.
Me:
How’s coffee going, angel?
I grab my phone a few minutes later, hoping the buzzing reply is from her.
Willow:
We need to get Lucas a girlfriend. He shouldn’t have to spend his days worrying about following me.
Me:
It’s actually the highlight of his day. I will have you know you’re a lot more fun to follow around than I am.
Willow:
*laughing face emoji*
I call her, pulling up FaceTime. Her bright smile fills the screen, and I can’t help but smile in return. She turns the screen around, and I wave at Grace.
“Missing me already?” Willow asks.
“Always,” I confirm.
Knowing Grace can hear our conversation, I refrain from telling Willow all the things I want to do to her. Once she hangs up, I miss her already. I cringe internally. When did I turn into such a sap?
I will see her in a few hours, I remind myself.
My office door opens, and taking my eyes off the screen, I look up to see Austin. He seems nervous. “Everything good?” I ask.
Clearing his throat, he says, “Yeah, was just wondering if you’ve heard from Willow?”
I frown in confusion. “Yeah, why?”
“Do you know if she’s with Grace…” he replies, his voice tentative.
A smirk splits my face as I tease him. “What’s it to you?”
He tenses before responding with a growl, “Well, I kinda stole her number from one of the bar staff the other day. They may have spilled to me, accidentally, that her asshole boyfriend is pushing her around.”
I freeze. My blood boiling, as I hiss, “You know I’m always here for you, Austin. If you want that girl out of there, we can do it. I will always support you.” Standing, I place my hand on his shoulder and give him a pat. He spins on his heel and leaves without another word, and I watch on as his retreating back disappears out of sight, my mind returning to Willow.
Does she know?
The afternoon goes quickly, and I make a stop on the way home, picking up some of the pretty orange flowers, like the ones in the office, for Willow. I noticed how much she seemed to like them yesterday. Walking in the door is like a breath of fresh air as my girl comes running to me and jumps into my embrace.
I catch her easily, rubbing my free hand up her back. The other one is still holding the flowers she hasn’t noticed yet. Her sweet taste fills mine with a breathtaking kiss. I pass her the floral arrangement once she releases me and drops to her feet, which earns me another smouldering kiss. Then she thanks me before heading to the kitchen, filling a vase and placing the flowers on the island.
Exiting the shower thirty or so minutes later, I go in search of my girl, who seems to have disappeared. I start heading for her new training room and mentally scold myself for not setting up a couch in there to watch her. So instead of taking a seat, I stand totally frozen in the doorway as I observe the spectacular creature that is now mine. The one and only Willow Santiago. I can’t wait to make her Willow Alexander.
How did I get so lucky to have her fall into my lap? Or should I say window? Literally.
After asking about her day, I believe Willow doesn’t know about what’s going on in Grace’s life. But she informs me they have organised a shopping trip over the weekend. I stroke her face with my finger.
“Well, I was thinking, if you’re interested, would you like to go somewhere with me tomorrow? I have a few things I need to settle, and I’d love for you to see the mansion without breaking and entering.”
Her eyes beam with the suggestion as she jumps around, and the brightest smile lights up her face. “I’d love to go to the mansion again. And, pfft, I didn’t break in…” She stops speaking, her brow getting a little crinkle in it. “Well, okay, kinda, but no one lives there so kinda not.”
I laugh, rubbing the crease out of her brow. I can’t help myself. She’s so cute when she looks confused. I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth and kiss the hell out of her.
Breaking the kiss, she asks, “Can when we go?”
I smirk at her. I love seeing how excited she gets. She’s like a little jack-in-the-box, jumping around with her words coming out muddled.
“When can we go?” I correct her question and raise my eyebrows up and down. I can’t help laughing as she slaps me on the arms.
“Tristan, stop,” she huffs as I sidestep her playful assault. Then I take off running up the stairs, and she rushes after me calling out, “Tristan, when? Today?”
I slow, letting her catch me just before entering the bedroom. “Angel, it’s late. We need sleep.”
She pouts, making my smile widen as I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. I slap her butt, and she lets out a soft moan as I slap it again, a little harder this time. I pull her lounge shorts to the side and slip a finger inside her wetness as she pushes her hips into my shoulder, seeking more friction.
This girl is so damn gorgeous. She has made my life so much better. The excitement I have when I leave the office, knowing I am coming home to her, is beyond anything I thought possible.
I pump into her faster and harder with two fingers now, filling her soaked pussy. I bring her to orgasm easily, letting it ride out, before I slip my fingers free, pull her shorts back over to cover her, and slide her down off my shoulder so that she’s straddling my waist.
I give her a chaste kiss, letting her know we will go to the mansion tomorrow morning and spend the day there. I’ve finally decided to settle my uncle’s empire. Being with Willow makes me feel like I do have family. So settling this, the one thing I’ve put off for years, seems easier since she’s entered my life. Knowing she’s here by my side makes it all easier, having someone to make you smile and be there to catch you if you fall.
I hop in the shower, scrubbing off the long day, while Willow orders us Chinese takeout for dinner. Entering the kitchen several minutes later, I inhale and immediately know that dinner has arrived, so I grab some drinks from the fridge, following the smell of the takeout. Willow has moved to the lounge room where she is sitting on the couch, legs crossed under her bum with a fork full of noodles in her mouth. She’s watching a rerun of Friends, a show she seems to love so much.
I take a seat beside her. She gives me a small smile and turns her eyes back to the screen. I grab the plate she filled for me and hand her the drink I got her. We sit in silence, finishing dinner and watching reruns. Her snuggled form has gone lax, and I softly pull her hair back from her face. I see that she is sound asleep on my lap. I pull her into my arms and carry her to bed. Gently releasing her from her top and shorts, I tuck her in and tug her against my side. I sleep so much better with her in my arms. I never really slept much before Willow came into my life. I used to go into the home office and work, deciding it was easier than pacing all night.
