Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1)(41)

“Pinch your nipple,” he told me, licking his bottom lip. I felt my own tongue copy the motion as I obeyed.

My eyes, hungry to take him in, shot from his intent face, down his ripped torso, past the sexy V formed by the muscles at his hips, and to his heavy erection. He still wore boxer briefs, but they barely contained his jutting cock. I gyrated my hips, trying to get closer to his knee, and grinded the vibrator deeper inside of me.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “That’s right, Danika. Perfect. Circle your hips just like that.”

His other hand moved over the hand I had on my clit, not touching anything but the back of my hand as he took over the movements.

I circled my hips, while he moved my hand to circle my clit with just the perfect pressure.

He moved the hand at my nipple to my other breast, nearly touching my skin as he rubbed my fingers deep.

He cursed long and fluidly.

I caught movement at the bottom of my vision, and looked down to see his erection visibly twitch, pre-come soaking his boxers where they touched the tip of him.

“Tristan,” I moaned.

I closed my eyes, a heady orgasm washing over me in lush waves.

“Danika,” he rasped, his knee jerking up until it was no more than a whisper away from my entrance.

He moaned, long and low.

I didn’t open my eyes again until I felt him moving away. The wand slipped partially out of me, and I pulled it the rest of the way out, hastily turning it off as I rolled over to look at him.

He’d flung himself onto his back beside me, his arm thrown over his eyes.

His breathing was harsh.

I swallowed, my eyes moving down his body. “Did you, um…?”

He sucked in a breath. His voice was low. “Please, don’t ask. I haven’t embarrassed myself that bad since I was a teenager.”

I glanced down, the state of his shorts, and his words, telling me clearly what the answer was.

I lay down on my back, pulling the covers up to my neck. I was a little in shock about what I’d just done. What the hell was wrong with me?

My hormones had ignited, and I was pretty sure I’d lost some important brain cells in the fire.

“Fuck, what was that?” he panted.

“That was crazy,” I gasped. “And stupid. Especially stupid.”

“If that was your first attempt at winning the teasing war, I’m not sure if you just won or lost it all with one try.”

In spite of myself, I giggled. “There is no teasing war. Get that out of your head. This is not a contest. This is a disaster that never needs to happen again.”

“Seriously, though, if I wake up to that again, I’m not sure what I’ll do, Danika.”

“It won’t happen again, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“And what if I…accidentally start jerking myself off in my sleep?”

“Stop it. You’re incorrigible.”

“And you are the queen of all teases. You know I’ll never get that picture out of my head…Fuuuuck. Do you have any idea how much this messes with me?”

I sighed. “I think I have a pretty good idea, Tristan. Can we just…never mention this again?”

“I can try, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking about it.”

“Yeah, I know.” There was no way I’d ever forget the look on his face as he’d helped me get myself off.

“Just let me ask you one thing, before I drop the subject forever.”

I blew my breath out in a noisy sigh. “Go for it.”

“What started that?”

“I was having a…sex dream. I think I can feel some sympathy for the wet dream thing guys have now.”

“Was it about anyone specific?” he sounded more than idly curious.

“No,” I lied through my teeth. “And that was more than one question.”

“One more, I swear, and then I’m done. What was the dream about?”

“I was getting oral on a floatie in the pool.”

He cursed fluently, and he didn’t ask me any more questions.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN





The next ‘stupid’ incident started with an unexpected package, a chicken murdering hound, and the dog chase from hell.

Ivan was at the table, working on his daily journal entry, and Mat was busy scribbling in one of his coloring books.

It was raining out, a summertime Vegas flash flood, but it was still hot as hell. I wore a thin white tank top, and my favorite sassy pants shorts.

I was just correcting Ivan’s spelling when the doorbell rang. I shot an annoyed look at Jerry’s closed office door. He and Tristan had been in there for hours, discussing supposed ‘band’ things, but it was the closest room to the front door, and I was right in the middle of lessons, so it seemed to me that one of them should answer it.

As though they’d read my mind, the office door opened, and both men stepped out, serious looks on their faces, as though they really had been discussing ‘important business’.

Tristan opened the front door, greeting the UPS guy. UPS guy needed a signature, so Tristan stepped back, opening the door wider. Jerry moved in to sign.

My last thought right before all hell broke loose was how strange it was that no dogs had crowded at the front entrance as soon as they’d heard the doorbell.