He gently puts her hands back against the wall and pulls her ass out, and she eagerly arches her back and bounces back against him, causing a deep and feral groan to escape from his lips.
“You should see your ass right now, baby,” he says, slapping down a firm hand against her, seeing the instant pink tintagainst her skin at the contact. “Look at you, Tess, bouncing against me like such a good fucking girl.”
“Trist,” she moans through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I want you to come on me.”
“You know I only come inside your sweet pussy, Tess,” Tristan says quickly, increasing the punishing rhythm, the sound of her slick ass slapping against his pelvis only spurring her on.
“Just this once,” she begs, looking at him over her shoulder.
Tristan looks back down at the perfect ass that is bouncing and jiggling against him with each thrust, and his hands greedily grip at the supple flesh.
“Tell me when you’re coming,” he says. “And I’ll come with you, all over this perfect ass.”
Tessa starts bouncing against him harder now, taking one of her hands off the wall to circle around her clit, and she’s detonating within seconds.
“I’m coming Trist,” she screams. “Fuck, I’m coming so hard!”
He’s only two strokes behind her and quickly pulls his cock out and pumps himself all over her ass and arched back, watching in amazement of how beautiful the site is and how much come he was able to get out, wanting to see as much of her covered in him as possible.
“God damn,” he whispers, taking his hand and rubbing his release gently and lovingly against her skin, causing her to smile to herself as she attempts to regulate her breathing.
After a few moments of admiring her like this, Tristan turns her around and crushes her to his chest, and she happily buries her head into the crook of his neck, having to stand on her tip toes to do so.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers into her hair. “You’re staying. Here. With me. Got it?”
“Yes,” she says back instantly. “You’re my home now, Trist. You always have been. I just had to stop running and find my way back."
Chapter 20
3 Months Later
Super Bowl Sunday
Tessa felt like her heart was lodged in her throat, beating wildly and threatening to burst out. She had never experienced adrenaline like this before and couldn’t imagine what Tristan was experiencing right now.
She sat in a stadium suite in Las Vegas that she was sharing with Brinley, Katie, Jordan, their parents, and a countless number of friends. Tessa sat sandwiched between Brinley and Katie, clutching onto their hands desperately, Tessa looking over at Katie’s nearly ready to pop baby bump and then to Brinley who was biting her nails viciously.
Tessa would never have guessed in a million years this is where she would end up when she first agreed to take the job. She figured she’d have a few awkward run ins with Tristan, cry and wallow alone in her misery about her long-lost love and then return to her life in New York.
Fast forward a few months and not only did her and Tristan reconnect, but they were head over heels in love with each other, beyond even the love they shared previously. Something about knowing what they lost somehow amplified the intensity of their feelings for one another.
And now here she was, cheering on Tristan in the Super Bowl, trying to stop her mind from racing about the article that was quickly approaching the deadline. She also was stressed about her boss needing to “process” her request to live in Kansas City full time, of which she still hadn’t received an answer.
But there were much more important things to stress about.
The game was tied, the beginning of the 4thquarter, and San Francisco had the ball.
“This is awful!” Tessa said, letting out a long breath. “How do you guys do this?”
Katie and Brinley both shared a sarcastic laugh before essentially telling Tessa that they’re just as stressed as her, and that it never gets easier.
“I’m never putting our kids in sports,” Tessa says, her leg bouncing rapidly. “Imagine if I had to sit and be this nervous for my kid?”
“Oh please,” Katie said with a laugh. “If you think Trist would allow his kids to not play a sport, you’re out of your mind. The Kelly’s live and breathe competition. Jordan is already trying to put Winnie in flag football.”
“Isn’t she barely four?” Tessa asks on a gasp.
“Yep,” Katie says. “Prepare yourself.”
