Undeniable Love (Journey of Love 2)

“Ryn! It’s not funny. Get it off.”

Tristan started hitting the crab with our bottle. “Stop! Our bottle. Are you insane? You’ll bust our bottle!”

“It hurts. Ryn, grab it. Get it off!”

Taking a step back, I looked at the giant crab gripping onto Tristan’s toe. There was no way I was touching that thing. “Hit it with the bottle. Just hit it with the bottle!”

Tristan held up the bottle and was about to swing when the crab let go and scurried off.

Jumping up and down, I began yelling out. “Yay! He let go!”

Tristan dropped to the ground as I continued to celebrate. Looking at me, he wore a frustrated expression. “Um . . . I’m in pain here, Ryn.”

Flopping down in front of him, I grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, I spoke against his lips. “You saved our bottle. My hero.”

Smiling, he pushed me back and put most of his weight on me as he kissed me. The waves came in and barely washed up around us as our tongues found the perfect rhythm.

“Get a room!” someone said as I saw three sets of running shoes pass us by. Looking up Tristan yelled, “Hey! We are newly engaged! Give us a break.”

The jogger must have turned and faced back to us as he shouted, “All the more reason to get a room!”

Laughing, Tristan shook his head as I chuckled. “Are you ready, baby?”

Smiling, I said, “I’ve never been more ready.”

Tristan stood and then helped me up. Looking out over the water, he asked, “Do you want to throw it or me?”

“No, you throw it. I won’t be able to throw it that far and I don’t want it washing back up.”

Tristan raised his arm and was about to throw it when I yelled, “Wait!”

“What?”

“Maybe you should go out a little further and then throw it.”

Tristan furrowed his brow and then looked out over the water. He probed the water as the expression on his face turned serious. “You want me . . . to go out into the water . . . where the crab is?”

Attempting to hold back my laughter, I nodded my head. “Uh huh. Yeah, just walk waist deep in . . . and toss it.”

Lifting his chin and perking up his shoulders, Tristan nodded his head. “I’ve got this.”

Slapping his back a few times I said, “Of course you do, baby.”

“Yeah.” Taking a step into the water, Tristan paused. Glancing over his shoulder at me, he gave me a weary smile. Using my hands, I prompted him on in a shooing manner.

“Go on. You’ve got this.”

Slowly making his way into the water, he walked until he was waist deep. “Perfect! Baby, throw it as hard as you can.”

Tristan screamed and jumped. And when I say screamed, he girly screamed. Reaching back with his arm he threw that bottle as hard and as far as he could. I smiled as I watched it soar through the air.

Jumping, I let out a victory call.

The next thing I knew Tristan was running out of the water as fast as he could. “Fucking crab! I’m never gonna be able to swim in the ocean again.”

Stomping off toward the house, I turned and watched as the sun’s rays danced across the ocean waves. I’d never felt so happy and so at peace. This was it. The start of our new life together. Looking down at my beautiful ring, I let the one lone tear fall.

There was no doubting it. Our love was undeniable.

It had been three weeks since Tristan had asked me to marry him. I had called my mother and told her the news that I was getting married. The call lasted ten minutes and eight of those were her telling me how I was making another mistake in my life. Why I even bothered, I’ll never know.

Pulling up to the house, my stomach did all kinds of crazy flip-flops. Tristan had busted his ass when we came back from the beach and our house was now finished. We had done the walk-through a few days ago, closed on it yesterday afternoon, then came back and made love in almost every room of the house. There was one room Tristan kept locked the entire time. I knew what the room was, but it was kind of funny watching Tristan squirm around it when his mother or father would ask why that door was locked and why they couldn’t see it.

Stepping out of my car, I walked up to the front door. Smiling, I pushed the door open and stepped into the giant foyer. Looking up, I was in awe of the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Some of the fixtures we used in the house were from one of Tristan’s grandparents’ houses. They fit in perfect with our house and it made it that much more special for Tristan. He was close to both sets of grandparents, so it made me so happy when I suggested it and he thought it was a great idea.

Heading into the living room, I did a little hop and clapped my hands. All of the furniture had been delivered earlier and set up. I hadn’t been there to see it because I was helping Chris out today at the vet clinic.

Making my way through the living room, I walked through the formal dining room and into the kitchen. This was my dream kitchen with stone countertops, high-end appliances, and a trash compactor. I had no idea why I was so excited for that damn thing. Tristan laughed his ass off when I got giddy in the store while picking it out. The rest of the first floor was my office, a guest bedroom and the master suite, which was amazing. The bedroom was huge with a separate section for sitting. The fireplace would be so romantic and I couldn’t wait to make love in front of it. The bathroom was like stepping into a spa. Last night while taking a shower in there, Tristan had walked in with handcuffs that had suctions on the end. At first there was no way I was gonna use them. I didn’t trust them. Soon I was lost in Tristan fucking the hell out of me while my hands were above my head in the handcuffs. He had held most of my weight the entire time.

Biting on my lip, I smiled as the memory washed over my body. Letting out a deep breath, I pushed my building desire down.

Heading up the staircase, I walked onto the second-floor landing. Three bedrooms were on this floor, each with their own bathroom. It was important for Tristan to have each room have its own private bath. I agreed. For guests it would be nice, but some day when we had kids there would be no fighting over a bathroom to share. Rounding the corner, I climbed more stairs that led to the third floor. Giggling, I thought back to Lark bitching Tristan out. “You just always have to one-up me, don’t you? Two stories wasn’t enough, you went for three!”

Walking up, I looked at the two doors that were across from each other. Each room was huge. To the left was Tristan’s home office. To the right, the playroom that I had yet to see. Walking toward Tristan’s office, I heard him on the phone. We had planned on spending today moving all of our stuff from the shop into the house, but Tristan was sidetracked and Chris called begging for me to run his front desk for him. The receptionist had slipped and fallen, spraining her ankle. I knew how much pain she was in, so it wasn’t a hard choice to go and help out.

Standing in the doorway to Tristan’s office, I leaned against the door jamb. Tristan looked up and smiled. Then he pulled his head back in wonder. I was wearing a long raincoat and it was over eighty degrees outside. Pushing off the jamb, I slowly opened my coat and dropped it to the floor.

Tristan’s mouth dropped open as his eyes perused over my body as he took it all in. I was wearing a red corset and thigh-high stockings that were attached with a red garter belt. My high heel red fuck-me shoes rounded it all out.

Swallowing hard, Tristan said, “An angel dressed in red.”

Placing my finger in my mouth, I slowly sucked on it as I pulled my finger out and buried it between my cleavage. I loved how the corset lifted and pushed out my breasts.

“What? Oh, no, James I’m not talking to you. I was . . . distracted.”

Giving him my sexiest grin, I walked to him and placed my foot on one of the chairs. I was sans panties as I moved my fingers between my legs as I began to rub on my clit, letting out a small moan.

“Um . . . ahh . . . the fall hunts . . . yeah . . . we’re looking . . . I mean booking them now.”

I had slipped the balls out of my jacket pocket and had them in my other hand that was behind my back. Moving my hand out, I placed two small round silver balls on his desk. Tristan’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the Ben Wa balls on his desk.

Removing my fingers from my pussy, I slowly put them into my mouth. I had been building myself up to do that for months. Placing my hands on his desk and dropping my foot back to the floor, I whispered, “Oh yes, Mr. Williams, I’ve been doing my homework.”

“James, I don’t mean to cut you off but I’ve got a situation that needs, hammering out.”

Lifting my eyebrows, I grinned.

Hanging up his phone, Tristan stood. “Is this your way at trying to get into the playroom, baby?”

Sitting on the chair, I placed a leg over each armrest. Spreading myself open for him to see.

“Jesus,” he whispered. Moving around his desk, Tristan said, “Stay just like that, Ryn. Don’t move.”

My breathing picked up and I licked my lips in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Grabbing the balls he slipped them into his pocket. Oh God. I was both excited and terrified of the balls.

Tristan walked up, pushed the chair back and dropped to his knees. “Don’t move and don’t touch me, Ryn or I’ll stop.”

Whimpering, I closed my eyes. I was so horny I could practically feel my juices flowing out of me. Tristan slipped his fingers inside me and let out a long moan.

“You’re so damn wet, Ryn. Baby, are you horny?”

Nodding my head, I said, “Yes.”

His lips moved to my inner thigh and my body shuddered. “Are you wanting to play, Ryn?”

Frantically nodding my head, I moaned as his fingers slowly moved in and out. Pulling his fingers out, I didn’t have time to express my disappointment in the loss before his mouth was over me, licking and sucking me into an orgasm.

When I finally came down from my high, Tristan kissed me. The taste of myself on his tongue took some getting used to, but I thought it was the hottest thing ever having Tristan kiss me after oral sex.

Lifting me from the chair, he carried me across the hall. “We only had one night in my playroom in Austin, so we not only have to break in our new playroom, we have some serious making up to do.” I had gone back to Austin a few times for work, but Tristan was never free to go back with me.

Smiling, I buried my face into his neck as Tristan unlocked the door and opened it. Shutting the door, he locked it before turning and carrying me over to the bed. This was the first time I got to look at the playroom. It was set up almost like the one in Austin, but a few things were different.