Baby Come Back(49)
“I think I understand, Gina.”
“Hey,” I said, suddenly noticing that Tylar had not bitched about Amber for quite some time, “Has Amber finally given up on stalking Trey? Did you ever find out for sure that she cancelled his credit cards?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“Apparently not.”
“Well, she left the firm. They asked for her resignation and in turn, she got a severance package. She also had to sign some sort of a legal contract that she was leaving on her own volition and the firm wasn’t liable in any way for her departure.”
“Are you shitting me? When did this happen?”
“Well I found out about it after Trey regained consciousness. Tonya visited him in the hospital right before he was released and brought the good news.”
“Hmm,” I said, “I wonder what that was all about.”
“Apparently Amber was fooling around with Mr. Pierce and then attempted to blackmail him with some sort of photos. I guess the partners decided to call her bluff. At any rate, she got some cash and they got her out of there.”
“Well, it sounds as if you and Trey got a belated Christmas present from Santa.”
“Yes,” she replied, smiling, “I couldn’t have asked for a better present, either.
(You’re welcome, my friend.)
I had Reese bathed and down for the night by the time Tristan arrived home.
“Hey sweet baby,” he said, coming over to me and pulling me into his strong arms.
“Hey Tristan,” I said softly, “I missed you today. When can I go back to work?”
He pulled me down next to him on the sofa.
“I want to talk to you about something, Gina.”
(Uh oh. Please let this be good news for a change!)
“How would you feel about selling the club and doing something else?”
“I guess it would depend upon what that something else is.”
“The winery in Bristol is doing very well, as you know. I have an opportunity to buy sixty more acres and expand. Not only that, but on some of that acreage I would like to build a home for you and Reese. I know that we haven’t discussed it at length, but I think we both want the same things for Reese, and how ever many more children we have. I don’t think we want to raise them in a big city, necessarily.”
“Oh Tristan, I love the idea of having a home in the country, but I mean, what will we do? You already have a staff running the winery.”
“We could run it,” he said, “You could help oversee the expansion, do the hiring and manage the day to day operations. I could handle the marketing and distribution.”
I didn’t have to think about it for very long. The plan appealed to me in every aspect.
“I love the idea, Tristan. Let’s do it.”
I fell asleep in our bed while Tristan had gone to check on Reese. He had awoken crying as soon as we had hit the sheets, which was not usual for him. Tristan got him settled back down. I felt him climb back into our bed; my eyes fluttered open as he pulled me to him.
“Now, where were we before Reese demanded my attention?” he asked in his incredibly sexy voice.
“I believe you were giving my breasts some well-deserved attention.”
“Oh yes,” he said, rolling over to straddle me. His lips and tongue found my nipples as he traced the areola with his tongue and pressed soft, warm kisses all over them. He took a nipple into his mouth, and sucked gently on it, sending a tingly sensation all through my body. He moved to my other breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth and suckling.
Tristan took his time moving southward once he had finished with my breasts. His tongue traced a hot trail down my belly, stopping to linger awhile on my belly button. His fingers were softly plying the folds of my sex; I was wet for him as usual.
“Umm,” he moaned, huskily, “I want to taste you now.” His mouth moved downward to capture my sex. His magic, talented tongue washed over my clitoris, causing me to jump at the intensity of the shockwaves of pleasure it left behind.
“You taste so good, sweet baby,” he whispered to me, continuing to flick his tongue over the folds of my sex, lingering in all of the places that were ultra-sensitive. My hips were moving, gyrating at the pleasure that he gave me; I moaned softly, as his lips kissed me down there, again and again. His tongue was now up inside of me, exploring my core; his fingers continued to massage and play along the base of my clitoris. My legs were trembling from the electrical pulses I felt from his touch.
“Tristan, baby,” I moaned, pulling his head up with my hands. Our eyes met and he knew. He knew what I wanted; he knew what I needed.
His knee brushed my legs apart; he lowered himself into me, giving one strong thrust as he buried himself deep within me. His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me closely to him. I could feel his heartbeat as his hips rolled around, up and down, making sure that his beautiful cock touched all those special places inside of me.
“That’s my Gina,” he breathed, his lips finding mine.
His thrusting was magical; it was perfect. My Tristan was a perfect lover, my perfect man. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet together as his momentum gradually increased. I answered his thrusts with my own, moaning in pleasure, saying his name over and over again against his lips and tongue.