Suspended Desires, page 8
Ever so lightly, he runs his finger through it and I moan. My senses are so overwhelmed as I try to push myself into his hand, but there’s no point. He’s in total control, with me bound and at his mercy. Bringing his face to mine, he licks my bottom lip before sucking it into his talented mouth.
I need more. I need him inside me.
Writhing in my ties, I watch as he drops to his knees, getting easy access with my legs tied and spread wide. He runs his tongue from all the way underneath me up to the top. I’m panting. My body’s so worked up I may explode, and he’s hardly touched me. He’s taking his time, running his tongue up and down my centre, his movements measured and precise as he turns me into a squirming mess.
I need more. More friction. More touching. More… something. “Tristan,” I pant.
“Angel, I have you. Relax,” he hums into my pussy, the vibrations sending my mind catapulting into space. It’s too intense. This dance is too much. I’m dying. I need a release right now.
I whine as he pulls away and stands. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Spinning me in the aerial silks, Tristan runs his hands along my back and leans down to whisper in my ear again, “Willow, do you trust me?”
His warm breath tickles my neck, making me shiver as I nod in reply. Before I know what’s happening, he’s bringing the end of the silk over my eyes and tying it off around my head. Everything’s dark now as I feel him spin me to face him again. All my senses are on high alert, my fingers tingling, and my muscles ache.
I rush out a loud moan as his mouth covers my nipple and he sucks. Being blindfolded magnifies his touch tenfold. His rough hand moves down my body as his strong fingers make their way through my folds. He taps a palm against my clit, and I’m on overdrive, my nerve endings spinning with desire. I just need us to be together right now. I’m so ready to feel his hard cock stretch me till I can take no more.
I’m panting so hard as his fingers carry on rubbing through my drenched folds. He lines up his rock-hard cock and slowly enters me, inch by inch. I can feel the delicious stretch, every single vein in his cock, every slight twitch of his muscles. It’s as if my body is trying to suck every inch of him inside me. And I convulse with need. It's all too much. I’ve never felt something so intense. It’s like he took my soul in his hand and fused it with his.
Once he’s fully seated inside me, he slowly slides all the way back out. There’s no way to describe what I’m feeling right now as each measured thrust has every nerve ending in my body combusting. My legs are shaking. My head is lulled back in ecstasy.
He’s moving me so easily up and down his cock, using the silks to guide me back and forth. His presence consumes me until my every sense is hyperfocused on Tristan. All I can think, feel, see, hear, taste is… him. He pushes inside me and pulls almost all the way back out again, and it’s like I’m in a nonstop orgasm, my body vibrating with pleasure.
And I’m certain his lovemaking will be the death of me.
Chapter Sixteen
I’m trying my hardest to not come, but this girl…
Her whole body is on fire. I can feel every ridge and bump inside her tight pussy as it sucks me in like a death grip, trying to hold me there. She’s having a complete out-of-body experience. The sensation of me slowly gliding in and out of her is eased by the use of her silk ropes, sending her into another dimension. She’s a gorgeous, drenched, shaking mess and I plan to live here, inside her, doing this forever.
As I grunt my release inside her slick pussy, my head spins and my knees buckle with the most extreme orgasm. Once I get my bearings, I pull her delicate body to mine, the silks the only thing supporting her as her head smacks into my chest.
She’s still flying. I slowly remove the blindfold and sweep her hair from her beautiful, sweat-drenched face, holding her upright as I release her bindings and rub her wrists and ankles, getting blood flow back into her fingers. Her limp body is wrapped around mine as I carry her to bed, knowing she’s out for the night.
I let her sleep, allowing myself to drift off every now and then, but never fully succumbing to sleep. Not until I know we are back in my apartment. Safe.
I can see the love her grandfather has for her, and I’d love to believe he’s trying to protect her. But I don’t trust easily and his reputation has me on edge. There’s no such thing as being too careful in our world.
My body aches with the exertion of last night, and I’m exhausted from the lack of restful sleep. I quietly roll Willow off me, not waking her. I quickly slide my shorts on—luckily I had my tactical bag with me, which includes spare clothing. I hadn’t anticipated Willow slipping out of my apartment and showing up here. Or that we’d end up spending the night.
That reminds me. I will have to think of a punishment for her disobedience. But that’s definitely a thought for another time.
Leaving Willow’s makeshift room, I head to the meal tent, assuming breakfast will be served there as well. I enter and immediately look for her grandfather. I knew he would be awake early. He’s like me. You can’t run an empire from your bedroom. Making my way to exactly where we sat last night, I find Carlos.
He stands to greet me. “Where’s Willow?”
“Still sleeping,” I confirm.
“That’s not like her,” he says, and I wish I knew her long enough to know all these details. Though, this present situation works in my favour, allowing me to have a much-needed private chat with her grandfather.
I look up and see Tommy and Austin enter the tent too—their timing is always impeccable. They head in our direction. Austin speaks first. “Carlos, just the man I wanted to see,” he says as he claps me on the shoulder in greeting. “Looks like things have taken a turn. We need a plan.”
I look up and realize I must be losing my touch. My emotions are getting the better of me. Seeing his hand on his side piece, I wave him off but flinch with his next words.
“Isaac Maxwell was at the mansion a few hours ago, so he must be on to us. He has an idea as to where Willow’s been and is clearly looking for her.”
I freeze, feeling my blood turn to ice. We need to get him before he gets us. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I bring up my security footage and watch. I feel Carlos looking over my shoulder, seeing what I’m seeing. I release a deep breath and he mimics the gesture. “This needs to end now. I refuse to let anyone try to take Willow from me.”
I rewind the footage and rewatch it, trying to figure out what it is Maxwell has in his hands, what he’s removing from the mansion.
Tommy clears his throat, knowing the answer. “He took a photo of you with your parents. The one of you as a little boy that sits on the bedside table in your old room.”
I falter at his words. What could he want with that photo? Is there something more to this, or is he just trying to figure out what I look like these days?
Carlos pipes in, “I will arrange a meeting with Isaac again. I’m going to let him know Willow’s missing and see what information I can pull from him, determine what he knows.”
We alter our plans and schedule a meeting with Maxwell for later tonight.
I rake a hand through my hair as we discuss all the last-minute details. “I will send Austin along. Isaac will just assume he’s another one of Carlos’s men. I need to gather all the firsthand information from the person I trust most.”
Willow picks that moment to disrupt our conversation, though I’m relieved it’s all hashed out before she enters. The last thing I need is her putting herself in more danger—although she proved she can clearly handle things on her own.
I breathe in her scent as she leans down, laying a sweet kiss on my mouth. “Good morning, angel,” I hum into her lips. “Hope you slept well. Do you want coffee?”
She rolls her gorgeous brown eyes at me. “Tristan, really? That’s such a silly question,” she sasses. I stand, slapping her on the butt as I walk past, allowing her to take the chair beside her grandfather as I go to fetch her some coffee from the kitchen.
Making my way back with her coffee and a cream cheese bagel, I watch the banter between them. She’s laughing. That beautiful sound fills my ears and has me smiling to myself, as I hear the tail end of her conversation and Austin’s laughed reply hits my ears. “Game on, little girl.”
“Breakfast first, then I’ll meet you at the range.” She grins.
Those two, as well as Tommy, have gotten along since the second they officially met. It’s another reason I know she was made for me. My two lifelong brothers took an instant liking to my girl.
I cut in, giving Austin a tense glare as I place the coffee and bagel in front of Willow, “The range?” My eyes flick between them. “You’re not taking my woman to the range, Austin.”
Willow huffs a laugh. “Scared I might kick your friends asses, Tristan? Or you getting all protective because I’m a woman with a gun?”
I still as her grandfather bellows out, “Maybe you can prove them all wrong, Willow. I bet you’re a better shot than Tristan too.”
I turn to my angel and smile. “Not at all, gorgeous. I’m looking forward to watching you kick both their asses.”
The rest of the meal is a mixture of playful banter and light conversation. Come to think of it, this place feels very homey already. I can definitely see why Willow likes it here. Despite their differences and lack of shared blood, these men are her family. I can see the love they all have for her, how they all treat her like she’s a little sister. I can also tell they would all take a bullet for her. This respect they have for my angel has me liking them all, and part of me is starting to believe her grandfather’s story.
After breakfast, my girl is talking a million miles an hour. I laugh, wondering when she’ll run out of breath, and listen to how excited she is to show me what she can do at the range. My heart nearly thumps out of my chest as she makes her way out of the bathroom, looking just like a little assassin. Her gorgeous brown locks are pulled back into a tight braid, and she’s wearing a black tee and a pair of tights, showing all her delicious curves. Last but not least, she’s sporting a gun holster around her waist. And my mind’s blown.
How does she still have my piece? I specifically told Tommy to hide that from her after she got her hands on it last time.
As if knowing what I’m thinking, Willow smiles. “Oh, this, Tristan? Tommy gave it back to me, in case I needed to kick your ass.” She giggles. “Not that I’d need it, but you know, it was cute of him.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I mumble under my breath as I follow her out of the room.
She laughs. “Oh, my sex god, there’s plenty of time for that. First, let me show your friends how to really shoot a gun.”
We make it to the range, and I watch in awe as she hits every bullseye with the skill of a sniper. It gets to the point where even Austin and Tommy stop shooting just to watch the magic happening in front of us.
My girl is everything. How can one person be so perfect?
Well, Willow is breathing proof that perfection exists.
We all jump in the same car, my friends high-fiving her as we head back for the day. Tonight, the mission to find and take down the Maxwells and end this deal starts.
Once we arrive at the carnival grounds, Willow and I make a beeline for her room, to shower off the grime from the range. We walk in the bathroom and Willow immediately starts lifting her shirt over her head. Using the opportunity, I tangle the top around her wrists so her hands are tied and push her against the basin. Where I drop to my knees, pull her tights down to her ankles, and lick up her centre. The fact that she’s already so wet for me has my cock hardening. I free it from my shorts and turn her towards the basin, bending her over and slipping right inside.
It’s not the nice lovemaking I usually give her, but I need her. The things she makes me feel have me needing to claim her, mark her as mine. With that thought, I bite down on her shoulder blade, making her scream out and her pussy tighten around my cock. I’m slamming into her like a possessed man, taking everything from her and making sure to leave my dick imprint inside her for all of eternity.
“Come for me, Willow. Now, I need your juices running down my cock.”
She screams out my name, coming on my cock, and it has me following straight after her. I release all I have, grunting and cursing to the gods.
We slowly wash the day’s activities off each other before we lay down to catch our breaths. Being in her arms, having her in mine, is so peaceful. She rubs little circles on my chest as her head rests on my heart until she stops to peer up at me. “I love you, Tristan,” she says, looking into my eyes. “I know it’s so soon but that doesn’t make it any less true.”
My heart explodes as I squeeze her against me and whisper into her ear. “I get it. Willow, I love you too. I guess the people who can’t believe you can love someone this quickly have just never found that person they love with their whole mind, body, and soul.”
The tension at dinner had me on edge and worried about what was to come. I know it’s just everyone preparing themselves for tonight’s mission, though. We ended up deciding that Tommy, Austin, and I would all accompany Carlos to meet up with Maxwell, instead of just Austin, which was the previous plan.
It was for the best. We need to stick together.
I make a quick call to Lucas, instructing him to get the helicopter ready to take Willow back to the apartment and to keep her safe while we continue with our plans. Thank God she agreed to stay behind this time, and promised not to go back on her word. Carlos and I decided the state-of-the-art security system at the apartment was safer than the makeshift camp, with half the men out on a mission.
I can’t help but smirk to myself with the realization that Willow could probably do a better job protecting herself than any of us. That being said, I don’t care. I refuse to put my girl in harm’s way. As Carlos pointed out, Willow’s training was meant to be a precaution—one he prayed she’d never have to use in a real-life scenario.
Hearing the helicopter land outside, I turn to the bathroom and take Willow by the hand. “Come on, angel, it’s time to go. Let’s check on your grandfather and say goodbye… for now.”
Her eyes darken and her lips dip into a frown, as if she’s sensing something and refusing to say it aloud. Almost as if she fears putting her words into the universe will somehow make them real.
I pull her to my side, under my arm where she belongs, and quickly escort her to the helicopter, hoping to ease some of the discomfort I know she’s feeling. Once she’s safely boarded, I turn to Lucas and nod—a silent thank you for taking care of my girl. He’s been my main bodyguard with me around the clock for years now.
I’m feeling off about tonight, but can’t put my finger on why.
He shakes my hand, as Willow gets comfortable in her seat. And my heart pounds in my chest. It’s all wrong. I feel it.
I lean down, take Willow’s face in my hands, and kiss her hard, giving her all the love I have for her in this kiss. Then I quickly pivot on my heel, so as to not change my mind about leaving her. I wave at Lucas as he closes the door after my exit.
I peer up at the sleek black helicopter with my name on the side and see her gorgeous face staring back at me. She blows a little kiss through the window, and I smirk, pretending to catch it midair. Then I slide into the waiting car. Tommy is joking around as usual, trying to make light of the situation currently weighing down on my chest like a block of cement, and we head straight to the predetermined meeting place.
We all jump out, ready for and ambush. But nothing comes, so we continue inside the building, each taking our seats as Carlos freezes.
Chapter Seventeen
The helicopter’s in the air. I stare out the window, a little dazed and lost in my own world. I jump when a massive bang has me standing from my seat and grabbing Tristan’s piece from my holster. Looking up, I see that a man is holding a gun to my bodyguard’s head. My grip on my weapon tightens as I aim the barrel at the stranger among us.
“Ah, if it isn’t Miss Willow Santiago,” the man growls out. “You’ve been very difficult to track down.”
I still at his words. How? Who? How did he find me and who is he?
His deep voice has me searching my memories, trying to locate any form of recognition. Why do I know it? It’s like it’s implanted in my brain somewhere, like a distant memory just out of reach.
He orders the pilot to make an emergency landing, and I hear the pilot call back, “Co-pilot Maxwell, I’ve been specifically instructed not to stop till I land at Mr Alexander’s apartment.”
“Mr Maxwell?” I repeat out loud.
And it all clicks into place as Mr Maxwell yells, his voice vibrating and his expression unhinged, “You will do as you're told or end up dead, and I will land this damn chopper by myself. I own Willow. She will be coming with me, so let’s just make sure this all goes smoothly. I hate to have to cover this pretty chopper in blood.”
My mask slips into place and my body shifts into fight mode, as I watch him watching me. His gaze is so intense that I’m starting to feel nauseous. My mother’s voice pops in my head again, telling me to hide my ace.
“Willow, you’re a fragile little girl to him. Play into that.”
Real tears are streaming down my face. But it’s not because of fear. It’s a natural reaction to hearing my mother’s voice. However, they do help with what I’m trying to achieve here. I appear weak, helpless. His grin sickens me as I stutter out my words, “Mr Maxwell, where are you taking me? I just want to go home.”
His frustrated growl stills my shaky hands. “We’re going to meet up with my grandson, Willow. Or rather, he’s coming to us.”
