Everything I Need (17 page)

Sophia

I’m woken up by the feel of hard, strong, callused hands rubbing my shoulders and sliding down to knead the flesh right above my ass. I’m lying on my stomach with my arms folded underneath my head. I turn my head when I feel him stop, my body sinking to the right as his weight lowers onto the bed. Fluttering my eyes open, I see Tristan’s dark eyes are dancing and he has this mischievous smirk pulling up at the corner of his mouth.

I know I was wasted last night, but I also know that I wanted him badly. Right now, my body is spent. With all the fucking we did last night, I’m good on not working out for rest of the damn week. Shit! More like the month. Every muscle is sore and my most intimate muscles ache, but in a delicious way.

He leans into me as I stare at him.

“You didn’t run this time?” His eyes scan my face.

No, I guess I didn’t. Maybe if he hadn’t put me in a sex coma, I would’ve. But I love waking up to him, feeling him beside me.

“No,” I whisper back.

My voice is so hoarse from all the drinking and screaming I did last night that a whisper is all I can manage, as if I had been at some fucking concert. I guess I was, in a way . . . front row center to Tristan’s cock. I smile at the idea.

“What?” he asks.

His voice comes out rough and velvety, coaxing me. I perch my elbow up on the bed and rest my head in my hand.

“Last night was. . .”

“Epic,” he finishes for me with a wink.

Those damn Tristan Scott winks are going to kill me. I need his glares, not his fucking winks. I roll my eyes at him.

“Whatever you say.”

I try to play it cool, but since I was just comparing his cock to a fucking rock show, I probably would’ve used that word, too.

I love how we can just chill like this after everything that has happened between us. I don’t feel the least bit self-conscious about being totally naked, sober and in morning light. Tristan stretches his long arms outward, causing his muscles to flex. Mmm . . . maybe I’m not that sore.

“Wanna get something to eat?” he asks, as he stands gloriously naked in front of me.

I don’t catch what he says until he starts chuckling at me before walking into the bathroom. I watch his ass flex with every step he takes. Shaking my head at myself, I run my tongue over my lips and fall back down on my pillow. Then my phone starts ringing, waking me from this dream state that Tristan has caused.

“Damn, babe.”

Tristan walks back out of the bathroom just as I’m leaning over the edge of the bed with my ass in the air, trying to get my phone. Peeking up, I see he already has another fucking hard on. Shit. I’m so preoccupied with staring at his dick that I answer my phone without even bothering to check who it is.

“He . . . hello?” I ask breathily.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart. Must have been a good night. I tried calling you a couple times this morning.”

Shit! Tristan notices my face drop and I turn away from him, trying to get my shit together.

“Um . . . yeah. I, I, we went out last night. To celebrate the track being finished.”

Oh my God. I can’t do this right now.

“Sophia, is everything all right?”

Benny’s voice sounds worried. No, everything is
not
all right! I yell inside my head. Nodding into the phone like Benny can somehow see me, I see Tristan pulling his jeans on out of the corner of my eye, glaring down at me as he does.

“Yeah, babe. Everything’s fine.”

I wince at saying ‘babe’. That right there pisses Tristan off because he stomps over to me and before I can even move away, he reaches for my phone and rips it from my hand, hanging up on Benny. Shocked, I twist around to grab the sheet off my bed, trying to cover myself.

“Why are you talking to
him
?”

The way Tristan growls, ‘
him’
makes it sound as if it was a dirty word or something. I give him a ‘duh’ face.

“Tristan, what the fuck do you expect? He’s still my boyfriend.”

“So I’m the other guy to you, eh? You’re. Mine. Not his.”

He points angrily at me as if I’m more of an object to him than an actual person. Standing up quickly, I glare back at him.

“I’m no one’s, Tristan. I belong to myself.” I jab my finger into his hard chest before going on again. “And another thing, even though it’s really not any of your business. I’m planning on ending it with him, but I’m not going to hurt him over the fucking phone!”

My voice is starting to get louder. Tristan’s mouth goes into a tight line, his jaw clenching, and the tendons in his neck tightening. Crossing his arms over his naked chest, he tips his head back and nods at me with his chin, trying to remain cool.

“So you’re gonna end it?”

Letting out a defeated breath, I lower my gaze and nod softly, not saying anything else. I don’t want to fight with him anymore, and I’m trying to keep my shit together right now.

Feeling his stare on me, I shift my body away from him. Holding myself tightly, I make my way toward the bathroom. I need to scrub myself. I’m the worst fucking girlfriend that ever walked the earth and even though I don’t love Benny, he doesn’t deserve this shit.

“I need time alone right now, Tristan,” I say over my shoulder once I walk through the doorway. Not waiting for him to reply, I close the door softly and fall back on it, running my fingers through my matted, been-fucked-all-night hair. Moments later, I hear Tristan leave my room. It fucking sucks that tomorrow I will have to end it with a nice guy and that my heart belongs to the wrong one.

Chapter Sixteen

Sophia

After showering, I slip into one of the sundresses that Frankie packed. It’s that damned canary yellow one he was googling over back in Miami. Short and strapless and very airy. Taking a seat at the edge of my bed, I begin to braid my hair herringbone style when my phone chirps with a text. Fastening a band around my hair, I walk over to where Tristan dropped my phone onto the ground. I see that I have a missed call and voicemail from Benny, but the text is from Frankie. Opening it up, my eyes scan what he has written.

WHAT! NO CALLS OR TEXTS? You must be very busy out there. What have you been doing, girl? Or should I say. . .who ;)

My mouth pops open. Fucking Frankie. I swear he must have a fucking radar on my pussy or something. He always knows. Biting my lip, I text back.

Just busy. See you tomorrow.

After pressing send, I type up a quick text to Benny, my stomach literally rolling as I lie to him yet again.

Sorry. Phone services shitty. Call you later.

I silence my phone before placing it on the end table. Looking over, the bedding is a complete mess from all of last night’s activities. Well. . . the past couple nights’ activities.

I start stripping the bed, tossing the blankets and sheets to the floor. As I pick up a pillow, I bring it up to my face and inhale, hugging it against me. It smells of Tristan and his manly, earthy scent. That’s when I just want to crawl inside his heart and stay there.

“Hey, Sophia!”

I hear banging at my door and I quickly toss the pillow down as if I’ve been caught doing something bad or something. Caleb’s outside and waits an extra minute before speaking through the door again.

“We’re heading to the beach since it’s our last day. Gage said everything’s good. Wanna go?”

I don’t think I’ll be the very best company to anyone right now. I clear my throat before speaking up.

“Nah,” I tell him, opening the door and plastering a fake smile on my face. “Too hung-over today. I’m just going to chill. But thanks for asking.”

“Okay,” he smiles, shrugging his shoulders before heading back downstairs.

Looking around in each of the cabinets in the bathroom, I finally find some extra sheets. When I’m done making up my bed I crawl back into it, holding Tristan’s pillow tightly against me before I drift off again.

When I wake up, my head feels heavier than it did before I laid down. The sky is already turning purple. I’ve been out all damn day. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stretch out my arms. Fuck. My muscles are tighter, too. The sexcapades have taken a lot out of me and the thought of that wonderful-looking Jacuzzi seems better and better.

Pulling one of my swimsuits out of the suitcase, I step into the bathroom to put it on. It’s very feminine, I think as I check it out. The flounced top is this soft pink color. It reminds me of the color of apple blossoms blooming in the spring. Delicate eyelet trim falls over the bust with thick straps that tie in the back. The bottoms are the same color, with the eyelet-trimmed material used for ties on the side.

I really like this. It’s almost as if it’s lingerie. . . not naughty, but as if it was a soft nightgown that was turned into a swimsuit. My braid is loosened now from sleeping on it all day, but that’s okay. Maybe after my muscles loosen up from the soak, I’ll take a dip in the pool.

Padding down the stairs, I notice that it’s still quiet around here. I pause for a moment to see if I can hear if the guys are in another area of the house. Nope. Nothing.

Taking a water out of the stocked mini fridge that is outside by the built-in grill, I realize that I haven’t eaten anything today. Surprisingly, I’m not hungry. Setting my water on the edge of the Jacuzzi, I scan around to see where I can start it up. Usually at hotels, there’s a dial on the wall or fence, but this is too nice and expensive of a Jacuzzi for that kind of setup.

I wonder if I can figure out how I can get this bad boy going? I think back and remember there were these remotes and an iPad-looking thing attached to the wall that Ryan was playing with the other night to turn on the surround sound out here. Walking over to the wall, I notice the two remotes and the pad. The digital pad is definitely for the music and lighting out here. It’s only taken me fucking five minutes to figure that out.

Since I’m going to be out here for a while, I think some music is what I need. It’s set for Octane on Sirius, but after being sore and passed out all day, I need something not quite as hard. Loving my nineties, I press on Lithium. Okay! Now I just need to figure out how to turn this fucking Jacuzzi on and I’ll be set.

One of the remotes is as thin as a piece of paper. I feel like I may break the damn thing if I hold it too hard. After fooling around with it for a few seconds, the pool lights start dimming. That’s a good sign. If I can adjust the pool lights with this then I must be able to do something with the spa. Another minute passes and the Jacuzzi comes to life.

Turning the remote around in my hand, I inspect this tricky but sleek little piece of technology. Its face is a touch screen, a lot like my phone. It’s not like I had to point to the Jacuzzi like a fucking TV to turn it on or anything. I figured out how to do it. . . after ten minutes. The corner of my mouth lifts. Shit! 

I descend into the hot, churning water. Leaning against the stone, I feel one of the jets blast into my lower back. Closing my eyes, a light moan escapes from my closed lips. The sensation as the forceful spray hits me in just the right places feels incredible.

Mazzy Star’s “Fade Into You” starts to play, with its romantic and easygoing tones and lyrics. Tristan falls back into my mind. I hate that tomorrow morning I’ll be facing reality again, not only with Benny but also with Tristan.

We were always good on the down low, so to speak, but I don’t know if we can be anything more. Shit! I don’t even really know if Tristan
wants
to be anything more. Sure, he wants me physically, but does he want all of me?

“Hey.”

Tristan’s deep voice startles me into jumping slightly. I’m embarrassed because I feel like he knew I was thinking of him. He steps around the edge and now stands directly in front of me. I blink up at him for a couple of seconds.

“Hi,” I’m finally able to get out.

Damn, he looks so good. His thick, wavy hair is pushed out of his face as if he had run his hands through it at least a hundred times today. Faded, low jeans rest on his hips with a plain black belt keeping them in place and of course, he has no fucking shirt on.

Twisting back around, I reach for my water real quick because the freaking sight of Tristan has my mouth dry as hell now. I can feel his heated stare still on me as I gulp down most of it. I suddenly feel nervous and insecure around him. Running my tongue over my lips, I spin back around, causing some of the water to splash onto my chest.

His hands are in his back pockets, pushing his chest out further. One leg is bent off to the side, almost as if he’s unsure of himself. Fuck it! I have to find out what the fuck is going on, what’s inside his head. Maybe I’ll be more sure of myself. I mean . . . what’s the worst he’s gonna say? He just wants to fuck me? Well, okay. Been there, done that. Squaring my shoulders, trying to appear more valiant, I hold my gaze on him.

“What do you want? I, I mean, not right now. . .”

“I want you.”

His deep voice cuts me off, sounding as if he were in pain. My heart feels like it’s in a hold, his hold, and he’s squeezing the damn thing so hard that it feels as if he is the only one that it belongs to. He steps in closer to the edge and squats down, skimming his hand back and forth through the water. With his chin still down, he peers up at me, his eyes clouded. Scooting off the stone seat, I inch my way a little closer to him.

“Why?” I ask him in a soft, small voice.

He stops running his hand through the water and cocks his head to the side, closing his eyes. He tucks his lips into his mouth, only for a moment. My breathing slows as I wait for him to speak. Tristan opens his eyes slowly, scanning me. What?

“Sophia. . .” His voice sounds raspy as he pins his eyes on mine. “I love you.”

WHAT! The world stops, as does my heart. Tristan’s eyes are still soft, but he’s breathing heavier with his mouth closed tightly. So much shit is running through my head right now that I can’t even grab onto one thought.

Tristan loves me? Thinking it to myself sounds fucking unreal. No way. My eyebrows pinch together as I stare off at some stupid plant, trying to focus on one fucking thing. I want to scream, cry, laugh. But surprisingly, the one winning emotion that’s overwhelming me is,
pissed
. How can he?

“Say something,” he says breathlessly.

Turning my gaze back on him, I realize that every fucking brick I’ve used to build up my wall these last two years is crumbling. The pissed off feeling dies down as do my feelings about all the other shit that’s happened between us. Tears start to pool in my eyes. And I realize, that I’m not going to push him away anymore.

“I’m scared,” I choke out as one tear rolls down my cheek.

“Don’t be, my girl.”

Oh, how I fucking love it when he calls me that. I nod at him as I look down.

“I love you too, Tristan,” I whisper.

Something about finally admitting it to myself and him, makes me feel a lot warmer. It’s freeing. Looking up at him through my wet lashes, I see this lazy grin creeping across his face.

Before I even realize what is happening, there is a loud splash. Water sprays against my tear-soaked cheeks. Tristan’s strong hands enclose my face, his fingers gripping the back of my neck and his thumbs swiping under my eyes. He gazes down at me then tilts his head so his full lips brush against mine.

His wet jeans rub roughly against my bare skin and I feel his prominent hard on through them. The cool air kisses my heated flesh and I bring my arms up to hold onto his biceps. For a moment, we’re locked in a trance before he crashes his mouth down on mine.

Angling my head to the side, our tongues start a sensual dance with each other’s. His facial hair scrapes at my face, but I welcome it. Gripping him tightly, we continue our feverish kiss. Tristan breaks away abruptly.

“I need you,” he says through gritted teeth.

He lets go of my face and circles my waist with his arm, his other sliding under my knees. He lifts me up in one fluid motion and carries me out of the Jacuzzi. I can’t control myself; I run my tongue underneath his ear, giving him little kisses every now and then. He groans as he starts walking into the house.

I feel his jaw tense up every time I run my tongue along it. Liquid heat starts to pool in my bottoms. I need him, too. He’s so powerful, still fucking taking two steps at a time as he climbs the stairs as if I’m not even in his arms. Kicking my door open with his foot, he sets me on my feet, gazing down at me.

Before he can make another move on me, I take control. With both hands, I grasp his buckle and undo it. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I pull the belt apart, popping the button of his jeans off next. His hooded eyes watch me in wonder, his mouth partially open as he takes in slow, even breaths.

Once I pull the zipper down, his cock springs out. Still looking up at him, I slide down his body.

“Fuck!” he hisses as I curl one hand around his thick base.

I wrap my other hand just below the head of his cock. I’m so fucking turned on right now that my belly is on fire and my pussy is throbbing.

I lick underneath the head, slowly swirling my tongue around it. Puckering my lips, I give it a sweet kiss before I start filling my mouth with him. My hands work slowly at first, spreading my saliva up and down him. I push him back in my throat even more. Tristan places one hand on the wall for support as his head falls back, his eyes closing.

I love watching him like this. He wraps his other hand around my loose braid and holds my head in place as I really start to suck him. Keeping my head still, Tristan starts pumping into my mouth. My cheeks are hurting now because my mouth is stretched to the fullest trying to fit part of him in. Fuck! I love his cock!

I moan on him and he goes faster, his grip on my head getting tighter. He hits the right spot on the back of my throat, causing me to gag on him a little. My eyes water but I don’t stop.

“Ah, shit!” he moans again and blinks down at me. My eyes are still trained on him.

“Love that cock, my Sophia? Huh?” he growls. He keeps pumping. “Fucking love it, don’t you?”

I nod my head once.

“Fuck!” he hisses.

His cock stretching my mouth, his grip in my hair, and his lustful eyes peering down at me. . . fuck! Taking one hand off of him, I bring it down to my pussy, sliding the bottoms to the side. I take my clit in between my fingers, gently swirling my index finger around it. Tristan lets out a throaty groan.

“Damn. . . you like touching yourself with my cock in your mouth?”

With my mouth full of him, he hits the back of my throat when I moan from his raw words.

Easing his grip on my head, he pulls out of my mouth and I’m kneeling before him, panting, so turned on that my arousal is literally dripping down my thighs. Tristan lowers himself down, pressing on my right shoulder. I lean back and prop myself up on my elbows as he takes hold of my bottoms, untying the sides. They effortlessly fall open, baring myself to him.