“Or they’re secretly enjoying me being away. They’ve never really supported me being on YouTube and sharing so much with the world. I think they’d prefer I lived like a nun.”
“I think most parents want what’s best for their kids, and for them, it’s keeping you safe at all cost,” Tristan tells me in his deep baritone.
We finish eating, then I offer to clean up while he showers. Before he goes upstairs, he pins his body to mine.
“Put your hands flat on the wall,” he whispers in my ear as he presses his chest to my back.
I grin, then follow his orders, raising my arms and placing my palms on the wall.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.” His fingers slide beneath my panties, then he finds my clit. “Fuck, you’re wet again. You needy girl.”
My breathing goes shallow as he flicks it faster. “Mmm…” I moan in response, arching my back to push harder against him.
Tristan works me up until I’m nearly screaming and begging him to give me what I want, but each time I’m close, he slows down or stops.
“Tristan…” I plead, rocking my hips. “I’m going to finish myself off if you don’t.”
“Tsk tsk, sassy girl. You keep those arms up.”
“Then quit teasing me,” I hiss between clenched teeth. It doesn’t matter that we just had sex an hour ago. I already want his cock inside me again.
He removes his hand. When I glance over my shoulder, I see him licking his fingers. “No touching yourself until I return. I want to watch.”
“What?” I spin around with a scowl. “Don’t leave me hanging. That’s cruel.”
He presses his lips to mine. “I like you riled up and begging for me. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise. I’ll be back in less than twenty minutes.” He flashes a wink, and tingles zap through me.
The asshole knew I was teetering on the edge.
I narrow my eyes at him as he walks backward toward the staircase.
“Just remember, payback’s a bitch,” I say.
He chuckles with amusement, then heads to the bathroom.
I clean the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. Instead of waiting for them to soak, I scrub them to keep my mind busy while I wait for Tristan. The man owes me one hell of an orgasm.
My mind wanders again to our conversation last night and how things have changed so fast. I don’t want to lose him when we return to the city and though I’m worried how my parents will react, I’m not letting him go without a fight. People won’t understand how we could possibly have anything in common because of our age gap and class differences, but that’s none of their damn business. As long as we’re happy, that’s all that matters. I know my sister supports me no matter what and will have my back if needed.
Hands cover my eyes from behind me, and I gasp.
“Oh my God, I didn’t even hear you come down,” I tell Tristan. I was so lost in my head and tuned everything out. “You gonna finish what you started?”
He presses his body into mine and brings his mouth to my ear. I wait for his filthy words that I love so much, but they don’t come. Instead, his tongue slides along my outer ear, and it’s then that I feel something’s off.
I try to turn around, but he doesn’t release me. “Tristan?”
As I peel his hands off my face, I’m shoved harder into the counter as he grips my hips. When I look over my shoulder, my heart stops as I realize it’s not Tristan. Beady dark eyes stare into mine, and it’s the first time I’ve been this close to my stalker.
“Let me go,” I demand, pushing against Jack, but he traps me in with his large body.
Before he responds, I open my mouth to scream, but he quickly covers it. I flail my arms, trying to get him off me, but he’s too strong. After twisting my arms roughly behind my back, he slams me into the countertop.
“Jack, don’t do this. Let me go,” I plead behind his palm.
He grinds his erection into my lower back, and I fight the urge to throw up. The way he’s caging me in sends a shooting pain down my spine.
“Please, you’re hurting me,” I say as loud as I can.
Tristan’s still in the shower and probably can’t hear me from upstairs, but even if he could, he’d need time to put on his prosthesis, get dressed, and grab his guns. I can’t help but wonder how the hell Jack found me or how he plotted to break in the moment Tristan wasn’t glued to my side.
Regardless, I try to scream for him.
“Tristan! Help!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jack growls out, then I feel pressure in the middle of my back. It’s cold and hard like the barrel of a gun. “Make another sound, and I’ll end you.”