Suspended Desires, page 5
“Oh, you didn’t. I was just going to make dinner for you.”
“You don’t need to do that, Willow. We need to have a chat. Sit down.” Tristan leads me over to the couch.
Is this when he kicks me out? He’s had me and now he’s done?
My hands shake with nerves, I tuck them under my legs to hide the fact that they’re trembling. I watch on as he takes a deep breath and begins.
“So, you heard what Tommy said about a reward being on your head for whomever finds you untouched first? The funny thing is, though, Willow, he hasn’t released a photo of you without your carnival paint on. Which, in my books, is a good thing. It means he still wants you protected and safe. It also helps us hide you better as everyone will be looking for a mask that doesn’t exist.”
I laugh, choking out my next words. “So, what you’re saying is random girls with my general body shape will be getting snatched off the street till they find me.”
He flinches at what I said and nods. “Yep… I, um, have an idea but I want your approval first.”
My body quakes, the mix of nerves getting the best of me. He rests his hand on my thigh, rubbing soft circles.
“It’s okay, princess. Like I said, I’ll protect you and we don’t know what we’re up against yet.” I balk but he carries on anyway. “I believe your grandfather is a very dangerous man, with a hand in a lot of big things. We have tried to keep my company from getting involved, but my familial legacy, my name, makes it difficult. Everyone wants a piece of what I have, my money and backing for their criminal activities. That being said, we’re watching your grandfather’s and his entourage’s every move at the moment.”
I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding, and his fingers continue to soothe me. “I don’t want to leave you, Tristan, but if he is involved like you say he is, I should just go back. Keep you—”
He interrupts me with a growl. “Willow, that is not happening. You are mine, mine to keep, mine to protect. I thought you understood this when I made love to you for the first time.”
I try cutting in. “But I want to protect you—”
He holds up a hand, silencing me. “Let’s try this again… Willow, I will protect you at all costs. You are my soul.”
My cheeks heat and my core clenches. He has such a way with words, a way that makes me fully believe and trust him more than anyone in my life before.
“Willow, I want to call a meeting with your grandfather.”
I jump to my feet, my heart following suit as it jumps into my throat. “You can’t. I can’t lose you. One second, you’re telling me he’s dangerous. And the next you want to meet with him? He’ll kill you!” The sudden sting in my core reminds me I’m also not untouched anymore, so that’s one more thing to worry about.
But I will protect him, I tell myself.
Tears stream down my face as my mind flashes back to watching my mother take her last breath, all at the hands of the same man threatening another person I care about.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, why did I run?
I mentally smack myself. Willow, stop it. You’re not an innocent five-year-old anymore. You are capable of very big things.
Tristan pulls me into his arms, calming me amidst my panic. “Willow, breathe. We are doing our best to work out a plan to ensure I’ll be able to come back to you very much still alive, in one piece, and make you my wife.”
I look up at him, blinking away the tears. This man has become my life, my everything, within weeks. I roll my eyes at myself at that thought. Yes, very unrealistic, but I’ve never felt anything so real. I can’t imagine losing the one person I’ve ever truly loved, and he just said he wants to marry me.
Is he feeling how I’m feeling? As if he’s my lifeline, I know I will never breathe without him again. This thought urges me into action. I won’t go down without a fight, just like my grandfather taught me. I’ll burn the carnival, and every last person involved in my world, to the ground to make sure no one takes this man from me.
I can thank my grandfather for that. I’ve grown up being at the top of my game, being the best at everything I do, and I have no plans of giving that up just because I ran.
My life now has meaning. I want to live. With the man I love, the man I intend to fight for.
Bringing myself back to the present moment, I smile at Tristan. “So, what’s our plan?”
Chapter Twelve
Our plan.
I freeze and stare at her. I knew her posture changed like she came to a conclusion but no. Just no. I will not put her life at risk, so any plan she has will not be happening. I will not allow her participation in something that could end up being my death. That’s too great a burden to bear.
“Willow, whatever idea just crossed your mind, it’s a no. You will not be involved. I will meet your grandfather alone.” I quickly send off a message to Tommy and Austin.
Me:
Schedule a meeting with Carlos Santiago for tomorrow. Tell him I have his granddaughter and we need to have a little chat.
My phone immediately rings. I look at my princess. “Give me a second. I need to take this.” Then I click the green phone icon on my screen.
Austin’s voice comes down the line, loud and clear. “What sort of meeting? And what do you mean you have his granddaughter? Tristan? I know you’re not this stupid.” I don’t have time to answer any of his questions as he continues to bombard me with more. “What’s gotten into you? Tommy told me what you’ve been up to. Stop thinking with your dick, Tristan. It’s your other head you need to be using. Just send her back and end all this.”
I growl and feel Willow flinch away. Pulling her back to me, I rub a hand down her gorgeous brown locks and place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Austin,” I hiss down the phone. “I will never send her back. She is mine now. I will never give her up. I plan to marry her as soon as this mess is sorted.”
Austin laughs. “You really have lost it. I thought Tommy was exaggerating when he told me you threatened to kill him if he looked at the girl.”
“Austin, let me stop you there and get one thing straight. You and Tommy are my best friends but Willow is my life now.”
At that admission, she peeks up at me and her gaze locks with mine. I look back at her, hoping she can see the truth.
“Okay, okay, man, calm down.” Austin huffs. “Say this is true, what’s the plan? We can’t just storm into one of the world’s most feared men’s camps and tell him you’re keeping his granddaughter?”
I laugh at his suggestion. “Yep, that’s basically what I planned.”
Now he growls. “Right, I’m coming over. Let’s discuss this further before you do something stupider than you already have.”
With that, he hangs up, and not even five minutes later, there’s a bang at the door.
I laugh, and Willow looks at me confused. “They live twenty minutes away, which means he was already on his way here.”
She smiles up at me in response. I kiss her lips, and my cock stirs to life, wanting more.
“Hold that thought,” I whisper to my cock. “Let me get rid of this muppet. He should be planning my meeting for tomorrow, not wasting time showing up at my door. My mind is well and truly made up. Nothing anyone says will ever change that.”
I open the door and get shoulder-barged out of the way by the two men pushing through. I laugh again. Of course Tommy’s with him too.
Turning to shut the door, I shrug at my bodyguard Lucas as he stares at me with his hand on his gun, ready to protect me at all costs. I mean, he would die. My friends are good at what they do. The best security details the world has seen and, thankfully, I get to say they will always remain by my side, the way it has been since we were little boys playing with our trucks together at Kindy.
I clear my throat, and Tommy and Austin halt their movements towards my princess. She’s still backing away.
Austin laughs at me. “So, you’re not going to introduce me then?”
Willow steps around them, coming to my side, right where she belongs.
Austin tilts his head, watching the interaction between us with a curious brow.
“Austin, this is Willow Santiago, my wife,” I tell him. She looks up, smiling at my words, but Tommy and Austin just stare, dumbfounded. “Shut your mouth,” I bark out. “I would hate for the wind to change.”
Austin grins at the turn of phrase, the same one my uncle used to say if we pulled faces.
“Can we go have a little chat in the office, Tristan?” Tommy says.
I look at him. “We can chat right here. I will not hide important details from Willow.” This makes her smile and my friends frown. Oh well, no matter what, she is my life now and I plan on having her by my side—24/7 if my job’ll allow it. I smirk as a thought crosses my mind. I imagine working from my home office as I listen to her laughing and singing to our kids.
Kids? Woah, where did that come from? I’ve never wanted them before. What is this woman doing to me? She has my mind all muddled, and every imaginable future has her in it.
Tommy smiles at me like he just read where my mind went, and that it gave me pause. “So, we had our men get in touch with Mr Santiago. We’ve informed him that Willow is safe and untouched.”
Willow and I both freeze at his words, side-eyeing each other.
Austin’s jaw clenches. “Really, Tristan, already? What is wrong with you? I was thinking this couldn’t get any more complicated than it already is, but you just upped the ante tenfold.”
Willow pales, and I rub her shoulder, wanting to take all her worries from her and needing her to trust me with her life. I frown at Tommy and Austin, giving them the look that tells them if they scare her any more, I may shoot them right here.
Austin takes in my expression and huffs. “Okay, let’s reassess. I mean, I said she was safe, so maybe we just stick to that. Untouched is only a minor detail, right?” he says with a shit-eating grin I want to remove from his face.
We chat for another hour, putting a plan into motion. Willow seems to relax, realising this will all be over within the next day. I quietly laugh to myself. Dreams are free, I guess. Hoping this plan goes off without a hitch would be stupid, and my best friends and I are never stupid. We haven’t gotten to where we are in the business world by being naïve.
Success isn’t easy. You have to be ruthless when you know everyone out there is trying to compete and take you down, get one over on you. They want you to team up with them and let them have a say in what your business plans are. Well, over my dead body.
Feeling Willow in my arms, I know what I want and that’s for Austin and Tommy to fuck off while I take my precious angel and make her mine again.
I escort them to the door and we say our goodbyes. The banter between my best friends and Willow has increased over the last few hours. I’m glad because I love them, but I would never give Willow up for anyone. As they leave, they look at me and I can see it in their eyes. They understand. She’s it for me. And I know they will protect her with their lives like they would mine. That realization has me pulling them in for a hug, knowing they will always be my lifeline, the people I rely on.
I turn to Willow. Her eyes, the love I see there, the way she accepts my friends, how much I love them, and knowing it’s the four of us… She’s had that much of an impact in the short few weeks I’ve known her. She’s family. My heart feels so full with this conclusion.
Tomorrow is going to be a trying day, but for now, I will make the most of getting lost in my girl and putting that look I love so much on her face. With that thought, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She screams and giggles, smacking my ass as I run up the steps.
I need inside her now.
I place her on her feet again, and she sashays her ass to the bed, putting a little more swing in her hips than she usually would. I laugh at the game she’s playing. Her confidence and the way she holds herself has me gobsmacked.
How did I get so lucky?
She’s perfect. She sits herself on the edge of the mattress, her eyelashes fluttering.
And when did she get so cock hungry?
I’m so hard as I take in the way she’s looking at me and licking her lips.
Chapter Thirteen
He’s standing in front of me, the most glorious man I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips. Can I pretend to be in charge for a little bit? I smile up at him.
Ha, why not? I think to myself. It’s worth a try.
Maintaining eye contact, I say, “Tristan, strip now. Right here, in front of me.”
The smirk he gives me is deadly. I could actually die the best death while looking into those eyes. He decides to humour me and starts stripping, swaying his hips and smirking the whole time, as if he’s been watching too much Magic Mike.
In all seriousness, though, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m on fire. So hot I can hardly breathe. I must look like a lobster, my face burning a bright red as he slowly slides his pants down, his impressive dick springing free right in my face. I just want to taste it. Is he going to be put off that I’ve never done this before? But I want to try.
I want all of him. I want to give him the sort of pleasure he gives me. He sends me to the stars, but I’m going to make him explode to the Milky Way.
Moving forward on the bed, I stop, gazing at his gorgeous cock. Looking up through my lashes, I whisper, “Can I lick it? I don’t know how but I want it so badly.”
He grabs my chin in his firm grip. “You can have anything you want, Willow. I will live the rest of my life trying to make you happy every day and, to be honest, I can’t think of anything I want more right now than having those beautiful plump lips around me.”
With that, I reach out, taking him in my hand and pumping a few times, like I saw him do in the shower the first night I watched him get off with my name on his lips. Then I lick it from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the top. His groan spurs me on. He tastes amazing, and I want more of those noises to fall from his mouth.
I may be new to this but I’ve read a lot of sexy stories, so the tips I have are endless. Deciding to go all in, I keep licking around the head, watching it start to drip. I hum at the flavour as I suck him into my mouth, and his hands fuse in my hair as I slowly start sucking him deeper. His moans are music to my ears.
Breathing out my nose, I push down on his thick shaft, taking him back into my throat and swallowing till his patch of dark hair tickles my top lip. He’s losing control already. I mentally high-five myself. I’m doing it right. I can make this amazing man fall to his knees.
I want it all. To swallow him whole. His hips thrust and his hands rake through my hair as I pump back and forth, and he chants my name. My core is dripping with desire as ropes of his cum squirt down the back of my throat. I swallow, slowing my thrusts and licking him clean. He grabs me, tugging me to my feet before pushing me against the post of the bed, where he growls in my ear.
“Willow, I need you now, all of you. How did I get so lucky to have the love of my life fall right into my lap?” he whispers, causing goose bumps to flare along my skin. Everything this man does to me brings me closer to my undoing. Lifting me up while using the post to hold me against him, he says, “Perfect. You were made for me, Willow.”
I wrap my legs around his waist as he reaches between us, slipping his finger through my soaking lips. I’m pushing up, wanting more, needing all of him inside me. He rubs slow circles around my clit, making sure I’m wet enough to enter. Then he pushes his massive head through my walls, knocking the air right out of my lungs as he slams me onto his cock in one go.
The pain mixed with pleasure has me writhing on his length, feeling as though he needs me as much as I need him. He’s bucking up into me, sending my mind swirling and bombarding my body with waves of ecstasy I’ve never experienced before. I’m there already, convulsing around him, screaming his name with my cum running down his length and onto his legs. He carries on, not slowing his pace as I ride out the pleasure. He whispers in my ear, telling me I’m his dirty little toy, that I’m so gorgeous, and that I will come for him again if I want him to release his seed into my tight body.
His gravelly voice, all those naughty things he’s saying, has me on the edge again, faster than I believed possible. I’m ready to give it all to him and he knows it. He’s swirling his head around my tight channel, making sure it rubs over that special spot every time.
Bringing one of his hands up, he pinches my nipple and whispers, “You’re such a good girl.”
And that’s my undoing. I’m catapulted into another blissful orgasm. I think I may even black out, because when I come back to earth, he’s rubbing my hair with one hand and slowly sliding in and out of me with his hips. It’s so tender and sweet and maybe too much for how sensitive my pussy is. I try to steady my breaths, to suck some air into my lungs, as his voice tells me how pretty and perfect I am, and how he will never get enough of my sweet pussy riding his cock like this.
My insides are quivering again, and I finally get what he means. This man may just be the death of me too. He drives so far into me we become one. My pussy spasms around his length as he empties his seed, and we both see stars together. Everything in the world is perfect as he leans forward. We crash into each other’s arms and onto the bed but we don’t let go. He kisses my mouth so deep. He’s relentless, clearing my mind of all thoughts of what tomorrow will bring.
We wake early the next day. Tristan is here, softly kissing my face. I cringe. I hate mornings, even if I was always the first to wake back home, as early as the sun itself. But this? Waking up like this… well, it’s definitely something I could get used to. I could do this every day.
The sweet nothings he whispers into my ear have me heating, especially after my mind returns to the state I was in when he put me to bed last night. Man, does this guy know how to fuck. It’s even better than the books I read, and I’m telling you they were hot. Did some of them send me over the edge? Yes!
