Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to,” Aidan assured her. “You can be as angry as you want. You can kick us out of bed. You can call us names. What you can’t do is keep walking away when we’re so desperate to have you stay. Unless it’s truly over, and then you should put us out of our misery.”
Carys turned as the outer door shut and locked and they were alone. “I don’t know what I want. Not true. I do, but we don’t have a time machine. We can’t go back and stop Tris from leaving us.”
“No, and I can’t promise I won’t make another mistake in the future, though I can promise I won’t leave you again. I’ll leave the job if I think it’s too dangerous. I promise to put you first,” Tris vowed.
Tris was pushing her too hard. Aidan got into her space. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight. I know what you’re thinking. You have to make a decision whether we get married and start a family, but we don’t.”
Tris nodded, seeming to figure out what Aidan was saying. “You don’t have to decide at all. All you have to decide tonight is whether or not we’re welcome in your bed. We planned a future. I screwed it up. It’s not your responsibility to get us back on track. This isn’t an either-or ultimatum. There’s no ultimatum at all. I know what Aidan said, but if you feel the need to string me along, I’ll take it. I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
“And if what I need is you to go away?” Carys asked.
Tristan took a long breath. “Do you need me to go?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t, and I can’t give you a timeline,” she admitted.
The air had changed. It was still charged, but there was a distinctly sexual aspect to what was between them now. “You don’t need to give us a schedule. And I won’t let anyone push us about the wedding. We’re on our own timeline. I can move back into the house with Coop if you need space.”
A suspicious shine hit Carys’s eyes. “I don’t want to decide that either.”
Tris moved to her side, allowing Aidan the other so they could surround her. “All you need to think about is tonight. What do you want me to order for us? Do you want to watch a movie?”
“What if I want you to kiss me and make me forget everything?”
That he could do.
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan felt his whole body go hard when she asked them to make her forget everything.
Time. It was the only real way to prove to Carys he was with them forever now. He had to stay close, had to be with her.
Pleasure wouldn’t prove anything to her, but it definitely couldn’t hurt.
He watched as Aidan took her mouth in a slow, devouring kiss.
“Do you have any idea how much I love to watch the two of you?” Tristan asked. It occurred to him he should give her every option. “If you want, I can just watch. If you’re too angry with me, I can be patient.”
It would be awful, but he couldn’t force the situation. He’d put too much on both of them.
Did his screw up truly mean he wasn’t salvageable? Kala’s words were running through his head. Even earlier he’d been wondering if he deserved them, if his sins hadn’t caused an unfixable breach.
“I love you, Carys. I love Aidan, too. I want another chance, but I’ll understand,” he said.
She sighed even as Aidan was working his lips down her neck. “Stop, Tris. Be my Dom tonight. We’ll figure the rest out later. All I know is what I need tonight, and it’s the two of you.”
The words sent a surge of hope through his heart. It sent a surge of arousal through his cock.
If she was giving him tonight, he was going to take it, make it so good she gave him tomorrow, too. And the next day, and the next. They would string together the days and nights until it wasn’t a thought in her head there wouldn’t be another.
Even as Aidan started working on the shirt she wore, Tris leaned over and took her mouth, melding them together. She softened for him, and he allowed his tongue to surge inside, rubbing and playing against hers. He sank his fingers into the silk of her hair and tugged her head back, letting his tongue plunge deeper. Her blouse was tugged free.
He let his hand roam down, cupping her breast through her bra. It wasn’t enough.
He stepped back. She’d asked him to be her Dom tonight. It might be one of the last times he played the most important role in his life. He put a hand to the back of Aidan’s neck, the touch settling something inside him.