Rock Bottom (Tristan & Danika #2)(47)

I stilled, listening intently as I heard the faintest buzzing sound from directly in front of me.

He positioned himself at my entrance again, working himself in more slowly this time, but just as deep, and when he was buried, I felt what the buzzing sound had been. Some sort of vibrator that was attached to a c**k ring, I assumed, because it left me as he pulled out, then made startling contact again when he was buried home, making direct and perfect contact with my clit.

He was relentless, taking me over the edge again before he took his pleasure, spilling deep inside of me and staying buried deep for a long time, kissing my neck, my mouth, murmuring the sweetest things to me. “I love you, Danika. You being mine is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yes. Yours. Every one of my heartbeats is for you. Every breath, Tristan.”

“Oh, boo. You beautiful girl,” he groaned. “You’re giving me too much.” He trembled. “You’re spoiling me rotten.”

“Every heartbeat. Every breath, Tristan. Yours.”

After, as we lazed in the bath and scrubbed the excess wax off, he asked me, “Did you like that?”

“Yes. I’d have guessed that it would hurt more.”

“It’s a low temperature candle, very soft wax. I know you don’t like pain, so I thought it would be a good balance. Frankie suggested it.”

“And what about the other?”

“The vibrating c**k ring?” His grin was a wicked white flash of teeth. “That one was my idea.”

I grinned back. “I figured.”

TRISTAN

I was late again.

I felt like a jerk, as I’d missed her last two performances, and I seemed to be late to everything these days.

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but time had just become less and less important to me. Days disappeared in a blur, and I kept telling myself that tomorrow I’d be better, I’d pay more attention, and be on time, but then a few more days would pass, and I’d realize that I’d done it again.

Danika was a saint about it most of the time. She’d look at my face, her eyes getting soft, and ask me if I was okay, and what could she do to make it better? There was always something. Just that soft look in her eyes made it better.

I’d bought a suit for the event, since it was being held in one of the swankier casinos. It had been way more than I thought any piece of clothing was worth, but I’d paid the price, even had the thing tailored. It was all black, from the jacket to the tie, but at least I wouldn’t embarrass her in front of her dancing peers by going with the dirty rocker look. I was always proud to have Danika on my arm, and I wanted to return the favor.

Frankie and her new girlfriend, Estella, were waiting for me in the lobby, even though I was late.

She rolled her eyes when she saw me rushing in, but she got over it in a hurry, introducing me proudly to her new girl. I smiled at her. She was a cute little thing. They looked good together.

I thought I must make Estella shy, either that or she was very soft-spoken, because she barely spoke, just letting Frankie and I catch up.

Frankie’s eyes got serious as she studied my face.

She touched a hand to my cheek. “What am I going to do with you, Tristan? You look strung out and tired. What’s going on with you?”

I shook my head, pulling away. “I’m fine. Let’s just go in, okay?” I didn’t need to be told that I looked bad. I knew it. I just needed a little dose of Danika, and I’d be better for a while.

The venue was not what I was expecting. It was bigger, with stadium seating, and a big enough dance floor for several couples to be dancing at once, which they currently were. We were late enough that they’d already started, though I didn’t see Danika.

We took our seats, just a few rows back from the judges, and I asked Frankie quietly, “Do you think we might have missed her?”

She shook her head. “No, but she’ll be out soon. Good thing you showed up when you did. And it’s about damn time, by the way, that you showed up to one of these.”

“Tell me about it. Trust me, I don’t need to hear it. I know I’ve screwed up.”

“Good thing Danika would forgive you just about anything. That girl is so far gone in love with you, it scares me. You know you’re a lucky bastard, don’t you?” There was a clear reprimand in her tone.

“I do,” I said quietly.

“You know you need to get your act together, don’t you?” she asked very, very quietly, so even Estella, who sat on the other side of her, couldn’t catch it. “I hear you’ve been using some shit that is unacceptable. Lay off the hard stuff, okay? If you won’t do it for me, think about Danika, and how she f**king worships you. Do it for her.”

I nodded. “I know.”

She was right, and I did know it. I resolved to do better. It was just so nice to forget sometimes, to escape into numbness, but I knew that I could quit anytime, and soon was that time. Very soon, I promised myself.

We didn’t have to wait long before Danika and her partner took to the floor, walking the circuit hand in hand, their postures very proper.

She wore a red dress, though I wasn’t quite sure you could call it that. It was skin tight and backless, with the sides cut out all the way to the front, showing off her sexy little hips, and the top dipping low, showing a deep V between her br**sts that had me salivating.