Adriane Leigh - Light in Mourning

“I’m Georgia. Tristan’s . . . friend.” Georgia averted her eyes from mine. Fuck, I should have introduced them. I could feel the tension racketing around the room, Georgia’s unanswered questions clear in her eyes.

“Georgia is my neighbor in North Carolina.” Jesus, I think I’d just inserted my foot in my mouth. She was more than my neighbor. But what were we? Georgia had left that purposefully undefined.

A tight smile lit Georgia’s lips. “Dinner's ready. Sit.” She nodded as my dad and Sasha took a seat at the round table. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. Georgia caught my eyes for an instant before turning and heading back into the kitchen. I followed her.

“Need any help?” I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her hip-to-hip with me.

“No, just grabbing gravy,” she murmured before ducking out of my grip. I narrowed my eyes. Fuck, she had no reason to be like this. But I knew how women get. Two beautiful women in a room was always a potentially awkward situation.

When I wanted in the pants of one of those women and the other had embraced me in an intimate hug, it was just asking for trouble.

I sighed and followed Georgia back into the dining room. She settled herself in the chair next to my dad, which left me the chair between her and Sasha.

Complicated.

“Sasha seems nice,” Georgia murmured as she readied herself for bed later that night. She pulled her jeans down her legs before slipping sleep shorts up the smooth flesh an instant later. But not so fast that I didn’t catch a glimpse of the lacy black fabric of her panties. I watched from my bed, arms cocked behind my head, enjoying the view.

“Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes taking her in with a small smile on my face.

“Have you ever fucked her?”

My eyes bulged and I choked on a swallow. “What the fuck?” I narrowed my eyes at her. She’d taken me completely by surprise. Of course it would cross her mind, and Sasha had been a little touchy feely at dinner, but that’s how she always was with everyone.

“You heard me.” She tugged her blouse over her head and my dick twitched when she stood before me in a matching lace plunge bra. Usually, she turned around when she changed, but tonight she stood in front of me, unashamed and sexy as hell. But I could see the anger rolling off her. She was pissed. And it made her all the hotter.

“No,” I answered as I stared at her tits.

“Really?” Her head shot up in surprise.

“Don’t act so surprised.”

“She’s beautiful, and since you’re a manwhore—”

“Was,” I corrected her.

“ Was a manwhore . . .” she trailed off as her cheeks pinked up with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her face in my hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “I’m glad you asked. It was a legitimate question.”

“She had her hands all over you.” She pouted.

“She’s a tactile person.” I shrugged.

“I hated every minute,” she whispered and pressed her body closer to mine.

“You know what I hate?”

“Hmm?” she hummed as she worked her lips against mine.

“Every fucking minute I have to wait before being inside you again.”

She gasped before crawling up into my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center radiating heat through the fabric of my jeans. So fucking hot.

“I can’t stand not being inside you,” I repeated between kisses. She moaned in response and I flipped her over on my bed, situated her beneath me, and ran my denim-covered dick between her legs.

“Nothing's stopping you,” she murmured against my lips. My dick hardened further.

“Don’t say that,” I groaned while my hips rocked into hers of their own will.

“Why?” she breathed, her sweet breath tickling my neck.

I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging a little too hard, but I think she liked it because her body arched up into mine in the most delicious and tantalizing fucking way as a soft groan swept past her lips. I did it again and she repeated the action.

“I can’t say no.” I slid a bra strap down her arm and kissed the sweet flesh that was exposed.

“I don’t want you to.”

“Fuck, Georgia.” I rocked harder into her, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of my aching cock against her hot core.

“I’m sick of waiting. Fuck me.” She moaned and it was all done for me. I slid an arm around her body and released the clasp of her bra in a quick flick. She popped the button on my jeans before I lifted off her and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I crashed back into her and sucked in a quick breath when our bodies made hot contact again. I kissed her possessively as I pulled the bra from her arms. I dipped my head and took one puckered nipple into my mouth and sucked, laving my tongue along the peak, taking in her taste, drawing the flesh out further. She moaned and fisted her fingers in my hair, pulling and murmuring my name in my ear. It was like angels singing. The words I’d fucking dreamed about for months now.

“I finally got you in a bed,” I teased, thinking back to all the other times we’d been together—on the beach, in the ocean, in the outdoor shower. I’d slept with her wrapped in my arms, but I’d never taken her in a bed.

I slid a palm down her torso. I wanted to draw this out; I wanted to fuck her as hard as I’d ever fucked anyone, but I also wanted to please her, show her pleasure she’d never felt before. I wanted to tantalize her before taking her and claiming her. My fingertips reached the end of her lace underwear and I tugged them slowly down her hips. Her hands tugged at my boxer briefs and my cock sprang from the fabric.

“Fuck please,” she whimpered.

“Please what, baby?” I ordered as I kneaded her breast in my palm and sucked her nipple. Her breathing came out in sharp pants. I knew I was being rough, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I’d waited so goddamn long for her.

“Make me yours.” She took my dick in her hand and angled it against her soaking wet flesh. My breath ratcheted up as she slid the head of my cock between her lips, up to the hardened bud and back down again.

“You were always mine.” I ground my teeth as I arched my dick up the sensitive flesh, making sure to spend extra time at her clit. The magic spot that had her draw in a sharp breath and bite her bottom lip on a moan. “This summer,” I said through gritted teeth, “you were mine.” I ran up her length. “When you were with him, you were mine.” I teased my head at her entrance.

“Yes,” she moaned and fisted her hands in her hair. I was driving her insane, turning her into a ball of hot need beneath me.

“Every fucking minute we were apart, you were mine,” I groaned and slid up her length one last time before sinking into her body. Shivers overtook me as I relished our connection. I pumped in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to me as she moaned and arched seductively. “You’ll always be mine, Georgia.”

“God, yes. Always. Always yours, Tristan. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.” she panted as I sped up and slammed into her.

“Never.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to mark her, make our coupling unforgettable. Have her so strung out on me that she'd never leave me again because I couldn't survive without her. I slammed into her sweet body, our pelvic bones grinding, the sound of wet flesh and her soft moans echoing around the room. Her back arched, bringing her nipples to my lips. I sucked one into my mouth and tasted her. I twirled the elongated peak with my tongue as her body took me in. With one hand positioning me above her, one digging into the flesh of her hipbone, I dragged my teeth across her nipple as I released it and then sucked in the flesh high on her breast. Sucked and nipped, leaving an impression on her. I needed to have a piece of me on her, needed her to walk around with my mark on her body, and mostly, I needed her to see the reminder that I’d been here; that I’d been the one to give her pleasure like this, every morning that she looked in the mirror.