Jordan cackles loudly and places a hand on his chest, feeling so much happiness for how sickly in love his brother is that it makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst out.
“Don’t do that. Trust me. She strikes me as the type of girl that will want it done the old-fashioned way.”
“Okay, yeah, right,” Tristan nods his head and takes a deep breath. “But in the meantime, I can get her pregnant, right?”
“Triiiiist,” Jordan groans in exasperation.
“Okay, fine,” Tristan says with a sigh. “She’s going to be mine, though. Officially.”
“Tristan, something tells me she always has been,” Jordan replies.
Once Jordan had finally left Tristan’s house to travel back to his hotel for the night, Tristan sat back down heavily onto thecouch, letting a long breath out as he sat silently for the first time all day. He took the opportunity to lean his head back against the couch and process the past 24 hours.
He had won another Super Bowl, this time back-to-back, which he still couldn’t believe was real. But nothing compared to what having Tessa back felt like.
So many years he spent thinking about the time they spent together and what could have or should have happened differently; about the woman he loved and lost and how hopeless he felt that she would never find her way back to him.
But as he walked quietly up the stairs and back into his bedroom where Tessa was tucked safely into his bed, he felt an intense wave of peace come over him.
For whatever reason, this was exactly how things were supposed to work out.
The universe had a funny way of making sure the stars always aligned, and as Tristan snuck into bed and pulled Tessa’s warm, sleepy body against his, he looked down at her and appreciated the woman she was; the woman she became in the 10 years they were apart.
As much as Tristan loved her back then, he was still immature and selfish. He couldn’t help but think that even if they did stay together when they were in college, that their youth, inexperience, and emotional immaturity would have eventually torn them apart.
Maybe Tessa leaving was the best thing she could have ever done for them.
Tristan dropped his head into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting his eyes prick with tears full of gratitude for the woman in his arms.
Tessa stirred lightly, a small whimper escaping her lips as she came back into consciousness and sank even deeper into his strong arms that were wrapped around her middle.
“Trist,” she whispers into the quiet room, tiling her head and allowing him access to her neck, which his lips immediately latch onto.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” he whispers against her skin.
“Only a few times,” she answers with a giggle that quickly gets caught in her throat as she feels his large hand trace down her body, his fingers just barely grazing across the exposed skin of her belly, making her abdomen clench at his touch. “I’d prefer if you showed me.”
Tristan groaned against her neck, hearing the smile in her voice and feeling her gently wiggle her ass back against his already rock-hard erection. Without any further hesitation, he dips his hand in between her thighs, slowly and gently circling her clit.
She instantly lets out a long moan, feeling her whole body ignite with fire and lust for the man behind her; the only man who has ever truly set her on fire.
“Having you with me tonight was better than any game I’ve ever won,” he whispers, turning her head to capture her lips in a greedy kiss. “And I don’t ever want to spend another moment without you.”
Tessa’s body trembles as he slips two large fingers into her entrance which is quickly becoming warm and slippery with her arousal, and she eagerly and greedily meets his tongue with hers.
After a few minutes, the ache between her legs is becoming unbearable, and she starts frantically pulling her pants and panties down her legs.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Tristan growls into her ear, giving her plump ass a soft smack before pulling his own clothes quickly off his body.
She doesn’t respond with words, but instead mewls like a desperate kitten, scooting back against him and reaching between her legs to find his cock.
“Put me in, baby,” he says once his cock springs free. He comes back up behind her and juts his hips forward, and her hand grips and rubs at his length. He lets out a low groan at the contact and almost loses himself the second he feels the head of his dick press against her soft lips.
“Oh, God,” Tessa moans shamelessly as he pushes inside of her, one hand gripping her hip in a possessive hold while his other arm is snaked under her head, holding her close to him and giving him complete control of the messy kisses he hungrily places into her mouth.
They both easily find a rhythm together, the sound of wet skin slapping in a frenzied dance of unrestrained desire filling up the room around them, only intensifying the act that was equal parts love and lust.
Tristan takes his hand that is gripping her hip and moves it to splay out across her lower belly, and her hand instinctively comes up to rest on top of his.
