The End of Us (Love in Isolation 3)

“Yeah, I told her a few days ago. I think that’s why it hurt so badly when you wanted to hide our relationship from Easton. Because while I know the odds are stacked against us, I want to openly explore this with you. But let me be very clear about one thing so you don't have any doubts. I don’t give two shits what anyone thinks about us being together—my parents, my sister, my subscribers, or the media. At the end of the day, I’m in control of my future, and I can’t let others dictate it.”

Her words drive through my heart like a knife, and I feel like a huge asshole for wanting to keep her a secret. It’s something I never should’ve done. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with Easton, but now I will as soon as I can.

“You mean so much to me, Piper. Words can’t even describe how much you’ve already changed me for the better,” I admit, noticing the sweet way she’s looking at me. “I’m all in, babe. Right now and when we leave Florida. No more hiding or worrying about things we can’t control.”

Her smile grows wider. “I can’t guarantee this whole thing will be easy.”

“Nothing worth it in life ever is.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

PIPER

DAY 23

I haven’t been able to wipe the cheesy grin off my face since Tristan and I confessed our true feelings last night. Especially after learning about his ex-fiancee and how hard it was for him to give relationships another chance. Whoever that Willow chick is will be kicking herself as soon as we’re plastered all over Page Six. Not that I care about making her jealous, but a little gloating never hurt. After hearing he was all in, butterflies settled into my stomach and have rooted themselves there. Every time he kisses me, they flutter as my heart beats harder. I’ve never felt this way before or been this happy in years. Our safe bubble is making me want to never go home.

Though we have insecurities about what the future holds, I’ve decided not to dwell on it until I’m forced. He knows where I stand and that we’re in this together.

That’s all that matters to me.

“I had the dirtiest dream about you,” he murmurs in my ear as he spoons me under the covers.

“Are you sure it wasn’t reality? Especially after what we did last night,” I tease, arching my back and wiggling my body against his erection.

“Hell yes, we did. In my fantasy, you were riding me reverse cowgirl style with your long blond hair flowing down your back, and your perfect ass was in my face. Then I woke up with the biggest wood.” He slides his fingers around my body and squeezes my breast as his lips suck on my neck.

“I think we can make that happen,” I say, then moan when he pinches my nipple.

“Good, because I can’t get enough of you. I want to mark every inch of your body with my mouth and handprints, let every man in the world know you’re taken. And mine.”

“I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. The second I’m back in the public eye, they’ll know.” I smile at the thought of holding his hand and walking down the sidewalk as paparazzi bombard us with questions.

“Damn straight.” He lowers his hand between my legs and growls. “My needy girl, always wet and ready for me.”

“You do that to me. I always want you,” I hum out as he rubs my clit.

Several minutes pass as he plays with my pussy, building me up and getting me close before he stops, leaving me in agony. I love the way he knows my body so well and how to please me, even when I didn’t know what I liked. Tristan gives me exactly what I need while making me feel safe and secure in and out of the bedroom.

“Climb on top of me, baby. Display that ass for me.” He gives me a smack before I straddle his legs and grip his shaft. Normally, I’d feel shy about having my intimate parts in any man’s face, but Tristan worships me like a goddess. He feeds me compliments and reassures me he loves everything he sees. The way he praises in bed will never get old and honestly, I get off on it now. I crave it.

“Tell me if I’m not doing it right, okay?” I say, worried I’ll be unsteady in this position.

“Sweetheart, everything you do is perfect.”

I playfully roll my eyes. Of course he’d say that.

Lifting up on my knees, I press the tip of his cock to my pussy and spread my wetness around him.

“You’re such a sweet little tease,” he groans, squeezing my waist.

Before we lose our minds, I slide down his length, each inch filling me up and making me whole.