“God your mouth is filthy,” she moans out, placing her hands on his strong chest for leverage.
He smiles and lifts his hips up into her, causing her to gasp at how deep he can reach.
“You fucking love it,” he answers cockily, and she nods.
“Of course I fucking do,” she says begrudgingly with an eye roll.
“Don’t be a brat, Tessa,” he warns, one hand coming up to hold a full, heavy breast in his palm, the other snaking up around her throat.
She starts bucking against him harder.
He knows she loves his firm hand wrapped around the entirety of her throat, and she moans like she’s in a trance.
She leans into his hand and reaches down to circle her clit, already feeling the next orgasm starting to build.
“God you’re so fucking hot,” he says, his voice cracking. He’s right on the edge just like she is and silently prays that she gets there quickly because he’s about to lose control.
“Tristan…Oh God…I…”
Her orgasm hits her like a freight train. Every inch of her body explodes into a white light of ecstasy that has her vision blurring and she loses control of her voice and thoughts.
“Fuck!” she screams through the peak of it, eyes tightly shut. “Fuck…Tristan…I fucking love you…”
Her eyes fly open when the recognition of what she said hits, and she looks down at Tristan to watch him also register the words, and then he immediately comes and spills his thick, warm come into her, his body shuddering almost as frantically as his heart.
She’s frozen above him, hands still firmly planted on his chest, sitting completely on his dick, their pelvises flush together. Her mouth is hanging open from shock with her cheeks bright red; a mix of the intensity of her orgasm and the embarrassment of what slipped out of her mouth at the peak of an earth-shattering orgasm.
When Tristan finally rides out the last waves of his own release, he looks up at her to see her panicked. He quickly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her mouth down to his, capturing her lips in a possessive, hungry, messy kiss that has her moaning all over again.
“I love you, Tessa,” he breaths against her lips, and he feels her body relax against him. “I’ve always fucking loved you.”
She buries her head into his neck and lets the emotions and adrenaline from their love making and admission of love wash over her, and her body starts shaking with tiny sobs. He wraps his arms around her and peppers affectionate kisses all over her shoulder and neck.
“Baby girl,” he whispers into her ear, urging her to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” she says, whipping her tears away.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says, kissing her wet cheeks, still holding her firmly against him so that she doesn’t try to climb away. “You can cry, honey, but it’s not bad tears, is it?”
“No,” she answers quickly. “No it’s just everything crashing down on me, I think. And by everything, I mean everything I’ve felt the past 10 years missing you.”
He takes a deep breath and nods knowingly before giving her a soft kiss.
“I know, I was so lost without you, baby. But I love you, Tessa. Always have. You’re it for me. Please tell me we’re going to make this work.”
She looks into his vulnerable green eyes and knows immediately that she will do anything to be with him, even if it means rearranging her life to look differently than she thought mere months ago.
“I’m not losing you again,” she whispers, “I love you.”
CHAPTER 19
By the time Saturday rolled around, Tessa and Tristan were both crawling out of their skin with the anticipation of the truth coming out and Tristan’s reputation in the NFL being restored.
The stadium that night was dark and quiet, as it usually is the night before a home game. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet click of Coach Rice’s shoes as he walked heavily down the long corridor, pausing briefly before barreling into Tessa’s office and being greeted by the apprehensive faces of Tristan, Tessa, and an unknown man.
“What is this?” Coach Rice said, huffing an annoyed breath and crossing his arms. “What on earth did you drag me here on a Saturday night for? You’re an hour out from curfew, Kelly.”
“Listen, Coach,” Tristan stepped forward with hands held up in surrender. “We have something we need to tell you. Did you see Brett on your way in?”
