Lust-filled pressure built inside of her as she rotated her hips on top of him and with each lap of his tongue.
Tristan mumbled against her skin, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Yet, she had a pretty good idea when he tore his mouth from her breasts and gripped her hips. He was close to his release as he drove into her while also lifting her up and down, slamming her onto his erection.
She was close too, and she started to tell him when her words were cut off by an orgasm that stole her breath.
A harsh moan filled the quietness in the room, and Cree wasn’t sure if it was his or hers. All she knew was that she would never get enough of him.
Collapsing against each other, they held each other tightly as aftershocks shook them both. It took minutes for their breathing to get back to normal, and when it did, Cree released a contented sigh. That was so good.
Tristan was still buried inside of her when his stomach growled, and Cree chuckled.
“See what your sushi does to me?” he grumbled, and Cree lifted her head to look at him. “It leaves me so damn hungry that even the best sex is not enough to distract my stomach.”
Cree laughed at the way his brows dipped into a frown in mock disgust.
“I’m ordering a steak and some potatoes from the restaurant down the street. Do you want anything?”
She was still laughing when she cupped his cheeks and placed a breathy kiss on his lips. She felt so blessed to have this man in her life. “Nah, baby. I have everything I want right here.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Two days later, Cree was sitting in her nephew’s dorm room, looking through an entertainment magazine while waiting for him to return. It was the first day of the university’s family weekend, and she, Tristan, Essence and Jackson had started the day with a tour of the campus.
As Cree roamed around taking in the buildings, the various programs offered, and the students, all she kept thinking was that Tray was actually in college. Seemed like yesterday he was just a baby, and now he was an adult, majoring in mass media and preparing for his future.
After their tour, the five of them participated in various activities around campus and had a blast. It was also good to see her sister having a good time. Essence was missing Tray like crazy and had been fawning over him since arriving. Watching her laughing and loosening up some was good to see, and it helped Tray not feel as guilty about going away for school.
Now everyone had split up and gone their separate ways. Tristan, at the request of the athletic director, was hanging out with athletes at the school’s sports facility. Jackson had talked Essence into going with him to visit some friends in town, and that left Cree to hang out with Tray. He’d wanted to talk to her about something, and she was curious to find out what was on his mind. Only he had left her a few minutes ago because he needed to pick up a book from a friend.
As Cree sat at his desk waiting, she couldn’t help but think about the argument she and Tristan had had earlier in the day. She had begged Tristan to understand it wasn’t that she didn’t want anyone to know about them. She just wanted to make sure that, with their announcement, the timing was right.
Though she wanted more than anything to share the news about their engagement, she didn’t think it was a good idea. At least not yet. Tristan, as well as his retirement news, was still a hot topic in the sports world. The media wanted to know what he’s been up to, his future plans, and any additional information they could get on him.
If she and Tristan happened to be photographed holding hands or stealing kisses, tongues would wag and speculations would soar. They had to be strategic about revealing their relationship. Which was why they’d been keeping their distance from each other while on campus, and they both hated it.
Still, she realized shortly after arriving on campus that not behaving like a couple right now was a good idea. The moment Tristan stepped on campus, faculty, students, and a few parents recognized him. Pictures were taken of him, autographs were signed, and an informal interview had taken place. Cree stayed in the background, but people wanted to know what he was doing there. He kept his responses vague, claiming he just happened to show up to see the campus during family weekend.
Despite their decision to not look as if they were together on campus, though, Tristan was wearing the wedding band she’d given him. If anyone had asked about it, she didn’t know, but the gesture made her heart sing. Wearing the ring showed her how excited he was for them to be back together again.
In hindsight, she should’ve worn the one he had given her. She could’ve worn it on her right hand temporarily, and that still would’ve been better than her leaving it in the hotel’s safe.
Cree shook her head in disgust. She had to do better. No way was she going to risk losing her man or causing any doubt in his mind of her love for him. She was excited about their reunion and couldn’t wait for them to take the next step into their future.
“I’m going to make it up to him,” she mumbled as an idea sparked in her mind. She was going to do whatever it took to show him that she was all in.
In the meantime, Cree had decisions to make regarding their professional relationship. Now that they were engaged, she might have to hand his account off to one of the firm's associates or a partner. That way there’d be no questions brought up about her, at some point, dating a client. Her relationship with her coworkers and her clients was important to her. She never wanted to do anything that would question her integrity or professionalism.
Tristan insisted he only wanted her to oversee his account. Which Cree would also prefer. She could do it without any questions if she moved forward with branching out on her own.
Decisions. Decisions.
“Sorry, Aunt Cree. I didn’t think it would take me that long,” Tray said as he hurried into the room, closing the door behind him.
Her nephew was almost six feet tall and as thin as a rail. Considering how much the kid ate, she had no idea how he managed to stay so skinny. Though he shared similar features of the Priestly family, with his sepia skin tone and full lips, he looked a lot like his biological father who Cree hadn’t seen since high school.
* * *
“Tristan didn’t come back yet?” Tray asked. “I still can’t believe you know him. Mom said he might be your boyfriend, but you guys are keeping it quiet.”
