Chapter 11

11

Dolly

I wondered if someone could be perpetually happy, in a constant state of euphoria. Because I felt like that’s what was happening with me. Even months after things had become official with Tristan, I still felt high, like I was floating above everything else, like nothing could touch me.

Logically I knew in part it was because of the whole “brand new relationship” experience, but even with that going for me, I’d always felt an intense connection to Tristan.

Even when we’d been thousands of miles apart and living separate lives, I’d still felt something profound when I saw or even thought about him. Even when I hadn’t thought there would ever be a chance between us. But here we were, experiencing all the things together and looking forward to creating new memories together.

It was exciting, so exciting that I felt like what I wanted with Tristan would only continue to grow until it consumed me in the best of ways. I didn’t just want him with every part of me. I didn’t just desire him like I’d never desired anyone before. It was so much more than that.

I loved him with my entire being, and no amount of time—or lack thereof—could persuade me that what we were doing wasn’t the absolute perfect and right thing in the world.

My focus was pulled to the front when I heard the door open. Sierra, one of the dance instructors, walked in, her grin wide, her energy so contagious that it was hard not to let it seep into you and just make you feel better about anything and everything. Today she wore a sparkling red leotard outfit, her black leg warmers pulled up her calves, her hair in a high ponytail.

“Hey, girl,” she said and blew a bubble, her pink gum popping before she started chewing again. She glanced behind me at the wall made up of glass, the kids within the studio the youngest ones we had at only four.

Her face softened, and her smile became motherly. Sierra was only in her twenties, but she was the mother hen of the group here, and all the children loved her because she connected with them so well.

“How’s things? The kids having fun? No tantrums?” She didn’t say it as if annoyed. It was just a fact that working with small children you had a few meltdowns every class. But Sierra was one of the most patient instructors, and she had a way of reaching kids at their level so they understood and coped with their emotions.

“Things are good. Kids are having a blast.”

She leaned against the counter and grinned, glancing out the front window before looking back at me. “Go on. You got an admirer waiting on you.”

My heart skipped a beat at that, and I felt my blush cover my face. I didn't bother hiding it anymore, not really, not unless it was Tristan being really sweet with his words and his touches. He just made me go all soft.

“Thanks,” I said and grabbed my bag. She laughed softly, no doubt because of my flaming face.

I said goodbye to Sierra and walked out of the door, the little bell above chiming my departure.

My smile was huge as I saw Tristan right away, his behemoth truck parked at the curb right in front of the dance studio, his big body leaning against the navy blue frame.

He pushed off the truck and came over to me immediately with his long, powerful strides. Before I could embrace him, he was the one pulling me into the hardness of his chest, his muscled arms wrapping around me, our chests pressed together. I couldn’t help it… I sighed in pleasure at the feeling of being so close to him, at the scent that always clung to him, this masculine, woodsy aroma that had me immediately wet.

I tipped back my head so I could look into his face, his blue eyes seeming darker, which told me of his desire for me. And I couldn’t lie… his eyes always looked like this when I was close. It was a heady and powerful sensation to know someone desired you as much as you did them.

“How was your day?” His voice was deep and husky and sent tendrils of need throughout my entire body. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin, which had a shiver wracking my entire frame.

When I saw the corner of his mouth tilt up, I knew he liked the effect he had on me. Of course, I liked what I did to him as well, how his muscles tightened when he touched me, how his pupils dilated when he finally pushed into me and joined us as one.

And especially when he was about to come and he stared into my eyes, leaned in, and kissed my lips as he groaned “I love you” as we both found our release.

And we’d shared that experience over and over so many times since we’d gotten together that I was pleasantly sore between my thighs, a reminder that we were both so insatiable for each other that we couldn't stop kissing or touching the other.

I pushed the erotic thoughts out of my head and smiled at him. “It was good. How was yours?” He took my bag from my shoulder and placed it over his as he led me to the passenger side door.

“Good aside from the fact I missed you like crazy.” He opened the door and helped me inside, and I ducked my head as shyness overcame me with his words. “Hey,” he said softly, and I looked up. He placed his forefinger under my chin, his touch gentle as he stared at me so seriously that my breath caught. “Never let my words embarrass you. They come from the most loving, warm part of my being.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “And they are only ever for you.”

I smiled and couldn’t stop the sigh of pleasure and contentment that left me. “It’s just going to take some getting used to. I’m not used to so much?—”

“Happiness? Elation? Euphoria?” He smirked. “Not used to someone loving you so fucking much they’d do anything to keep you with them?”

My heart galloped painfully in my chest and reminded me of how alive I was. “Yeah,” I whispered and kissed him. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m up for the challenge.”

He chuckled softly. “God, I fucking love you.” He kissed me soundly before pulling away and shutting the passenger side door.

As I put my seatbelt on, I couldn’t help but watch him walk around the front of the truck. Of course I noticed several of the women who milled on the sidewalks and in front of businesses glance at Tristan. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did, so masculine and powerful. There was no jealousy on my end, just pride that this man was… mine .

He got in and started the truck, immediately reaching for me and placing our conjoined hands on the stick shift.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he pulled onto the road and headed through town.

Instantly my body heated as I took in how big and strong he was sitting beside me. “I am,” I said and couldn’t hide the huskiness in my voice. He glanced at me, and I watched as his pupils dilated. “But not for food.” My heart was racing, and even though he didn’t say anything for long minutes, I could see the way his hand tightened on the steering wheel, could see how hard he was as his cock pressed against his jeans.

Five minutes later when we were outside the town square, he pulled off onto a deserted strip of road, put the truck into park, and I was instantly climbing over, working his zipper and button undone and hiking my skirt up. I didn’t bother taking my panties off, just pulled them to the side with one hand, used my other to grip his massive thickness, and placed the tip at my entrance.

I sank down on him in one fluid motion, and we both groaned loudly. I was so needy for my man that I started riding him, pulling up until just the tip was at my entrance before sinking back down. I was panting as I forced myself not to close my eyes and stare at him. I wanted to watch the ecstasy on his face as I fucked him.

He rested his head back on the seat, his eyes hooded, but his focus trained on me as mine was on him.

“That’s it,” he grunted and gripped my hips, aiding my motions as he pulled me back down on him at the same time he thrust his hips up and slid his cock so deeply into me I felt him everywhere. “Fuck, baby. I can feel how wet you are, your juices sliding down my length.” His neck strained as he groaned again when I ground myself on his shaft. “You’re making a mess, baby, and it’s so fucking hot.”

And just like that, my orgasm claimed me. I lost coordination at that point, but thankfully Tristan took over, lifting me up and pulling me back down so hard and fast my pleasure and pain mixed as one, and my orgasm became even greater, more powerful.

“Fuck,” he roared out and pumped up into me once, twice, and on the third time he slammed me back down on his dick. I felt when his cock kicked inside of me, and he came, filling me with the thick jets of his seed. “Look at me,” he demanded, and I looked into his eyes. “I love you. Fuck, I love you.”

I moaned, “I love you, Tristan.”

He kept orgasming, his gaze locked on mine, his desire clear on his face and aimed right at me. Only for me.

There was so much of his cum that I felt it seep out from the sides of where we were connected, coating my inner thighs, making that mess Tristan said turned him on. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot… so mine .”

I collapsed against his chest, and he wrapped his arms fully around me, just holding me, his whispered words against my ear sweet and soft, so comforting and caring even if they were breathless and I couldn't make them out clearly.

“I love you,” he said again and pulled back to kiss my temple. “I’ll love you until I can’t love anymore, until I can’t draw breath into my lungs.” He pulled back, and we breathed in each other's air. “I love you more than I’ve ever imagined I could love anything on this fucking planet.”

I cupped his scruff-covered jaw and just stared at him, feeling his cock start to soften inside of me, his cum still leaking from where we were joined. “I love you so much it hurts. So I hope you're good with being with me, because we are stuck together forever.”

His grin was instant and huge, and he pulled me closer so I was chest to chest with him and our hearts beat as one.

“That's good, 'cause I thought about shackling you to me so you couldn’t ever get away.” I laughed softly and closed my eyes, knowing that nothing in this world that was worth it would be easy.

Because if it was then how could you appreciate it? How could you know what true—real—love really was?