Light in Mourning (Mourning, #2) (8 page)

“No,” I answered as I stared at her tits.
 

“Really?” Her head shot up in surprise.
 

“Don’t act so surprised.”
 

“She’s beautiful, and since you’re a manwhore—”

“Was,” I corrected her.
 

“
Was
a manwhore . . .” she trailed off as her cheeks pinked up with embarrassment.
 

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her face in my hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “I’m glad you asked. It was a legitimate question.”

“She had her hands all over you.” She pouted.
 

“She’s a tactile person.” I shrugged.
 

“I hated every minute,” she whispered and pressed her body closer to mine.
 

“You know what I hate?”
 

“Hmm?” she hummed as she worked her lips against mine.
 

“Every fucking minute I have to wait before being inside you again.”
 

She gasped before crawling up into my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center radiating heat through the fabric of my jeans. So fucking hot.

“I can’t stand not being inside you,” I repeated between kisses. She moaned in response and I flipped her over on my bed, situated her beneath me, and ran my denim-covered dick between her legs.

“Nothing's stopping you,” she murmured against my lips. My dick hardened further.
 

“Don’t say that,” I groaned while my hips rocked into hers of their own will.
 

“Why?” she breathed, her sweet breath tickling my neck.
 

I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging a little too hard, but I think she liked it because her body arched up into mine in the most delicious and tantalizing fucking way as a soft groan swept past her lips. I did it again and she repeated the action.
 

“I can’t say no.” I slid a bra strap down her arm and kissed the sweet flesh that was exposed.
 

“I don’t want you to.”
 

“Fuck, Georgia.” I rocked harder into her, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of my aching cock against her hot core.
 

“I’m sick of waiting. Fuck me.” She moaned and it was all done for me. I slid an arm around her body and released the clasp of her bra in a quick flick. She popped the button on my jeans before I lifted off her and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I crashed back into her and sucked in a quick breath when our bodies made hot contact again. I kissed her possessively as I pulled the bra from her arms. I dipped my head and took one puckered nipple into my mouth and sucked, laving my tongue along the peak, taking in her taste, drawing the flesh out further. She moaned and fisted her fingers in my hair, pulling and murmuring my name in my ear. It was like angels singing. The words I’d fucking dreamed about for months now.
 

“I finally got you in a bed,” I teased, thinking back to all the other times we’d been together—on the beach, in the ocean, in the outdoor shower. I’d slept with her wrapped in my arms, but I’d never taken her in a bed.
 

I slid a palm down her torso. I wanted to draw this out; I wanted to fuck her as hard as I’d ever fucked anyone, but I also wanted to please her, show her pleasure she’d never felt before. I wanted to tantalize her before taking her and claiming her. My fingertips reached the end of her lace underwear and I tugged them slowly down her hips. Her hands tugged at my boxer briefs and my cock sprang from the fabric.
 

“Fuck please,” she whimpered.
 

“Please what, baby?” I ordered as I kneaded her breast in my palm and sucked her nipple. Her breathing came out in sharp pants. I knew I was being rough, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I’d waited so goddamn long for her.
 

“Make me yours.” She took my dick in her hand and angled it against her soaking wet flesh. My breath ratcheted up as she slid the head of my cock between her lips, up to the hardened bud and back down again.
 

“You were always mine.” I ground my teeth as I arched my dick up the sensitive flesh, making sure to spend extra time at her clit. The magic spot that had her draw in a sharp breath and bite her bottom lip on a moan. “This summer,” I said through gritted teeth, “you were mine.” I ran up her length. “When you were with him, you were mine.” I teased my head at her entrance.

“Yes,” she moaned and fisted her hands in her hair. I was driving her insane, turning her into a ball of hot need beneath me.
 

“Every fucking minute we were apart, you were mine,” I groaned and slid up her length one last time before sinking into her body. Shivers overtook me as I relished our connection. I pumped in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to me as she moaned and arched seductively. “You’ll always be mine, Georgia.”
 

“God, yes. Always. Always yours, Tristan. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.” she panted as I sped up and slammed into her.
 

“Never.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to mark her, make our coupling unforgettable. Have her so strung out on me that she'd never leave me again because I couldn't survive without her. I slammed into her sweet body, our pelvic bones grinding, the sound of wet flesh and her soft moans echoing around the room. Her back arched, bringing her nipples to my lips. I sucked one into my mouth and tasted her. I twirled the elongated peak with my tongue as her body took me in. With one hand positioning me above her, one digging into the flesh of her hipbone, I dragged my teeth across her nipple as I released it and then sucked in the flesh high on her breast. Sucked and nipped, leaving an impression on her. I needed to have a piece of me on her, needed her to walk around with my mark on her body, and mostly, I needed her to see the reminder that I’d been here; that I’d been the one to give her pleasure like this, every morning that she looked in the mirror.
 

She groaned when I released her soft flesh from my mouth as her nails dug into my back. She pulled and dragged her nails across my taut muscles as I pumped into her beautiful body. I sat back on my thighs and pulled her along with me, our bodies connected as I thrust up into her. Her legs straddling mine, she sat on my thighs and wrapped her arms around me, our skin connecting from hip to chest.
 

She moaned and arched and pulled at my hair. She was so fucking wild, so uninhibited, not the sweet girl I’d been with this summer. She was a fucking animal for me as she arched her back and took all the pleasure I was giving her and I realized then that she was staking her claim as much as I was staking mine. Having Sasha here earlier had bothered her. I'd seen the spark of jealousy in her eyes when she'd thought I wasn't looking, and that's why she'd begged me to fuck her tonight. She needed me to show her I wanted her and only her. That I was hers. I never thought a woman getting possessive over me would be so hot, but fuck if it didn't drive me more insane for her.

 
I glanced down at my cock pumping in and out of her sweet body. Fucking heaven. The only place I ever wanted to be. My life would be complete if I could wake up to her beautiful smile every morning and sink myself inside her beautiful body every night.
 

“God,” she stuttered as I felt her hot pussy clenching around my dick. I powered into her. Her moans grew erratic as she rode me. She whipped her head up and grabbed both of my shoulders. Her hair landed in a curtain around her face as she sank her teeth into my shoulder.
 

“Fuck, Georgia,” I roared as she exploded in waves, milking my cock and making me come the hardest I could ever remembering. This fucking girl had me.
 

“You own me,” I panted as my hips slowed their thrusting and I emptied into her. She draped her body over mine, limp like a wet rag, her breasts crushed into my chest, her body heaving and slick with sweat. I lay back on the bed as I slid out of her and held her near me. She threw an arm over her head and sighed deeply. I dipped my head into the crook of her neck and nipped at the salty flesh.

“You fucking own me,” I murmured again.

“You own me, too. Completely,” she breathed.
 

“Good. Now that this body is mine, I want it; whenever and wherever.” A devilish grin turned my lips. “I’m not keeping my hands off you anymore.” My inner caveman reared his alpha head. I traced a fingertip around her breast and circled in, closer to the nipple, watching it pucker. I slid the pad of my thumb across the bruise I’d left on her flesh.
 

“You left your mark on me.” She grinned cheekily.
 

“Fuck, yeah, I did.” I smirked up at her.
 

“I’d probably be pissed, but I think I left my mark too.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she traced the spot I assumed was bruising up on my shoulder.
 

“Good. So it’s clear to everyone we own each other. No misunderstandings,” I murmured as I teased her nipple.
 

“Caveman.”
 

“From manwhore to caveman—you bring it out in me, baby.” I kissed her pretty pink nipple before laying my head back on the pillow and drifting off into a contented sleep.

“Who keeps calling you?” Tristan asked, tipping his coffee cup to his lips one morning in the kitchen. Every morning since we'd left Jacksonville a week ago, we'd spent together; either at his house or mine. This morning, we were at his house. I'd come over to hang curtains and put the final touches on our little remodel that had started with the salmon paint on the walls a few weeks ago.
 

“Georgia?” Tristan's deep voice cut through my thoughts.
 

“Hmm?” I lifted my eyes from my phone.
 

“Who keeps calling that you’re not answering?” He leaned against the counter, one palm supporting his body on the countertop, the other angled to his lips, coffee cup in hand. He looked edible. Sex on a stick personified. Just looking at him had my heart thudding. I was lost in him again.
 

“Don’t worry about it,” I murmured as I stepped closer to him, pressing my body against his, our hips flush. I wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed my lips to his in a delicate kiss.
 

“Mmm, I like you pressed against me first thing in the morning,” he muttered before wrapping his hand up in my hair and pulling me closer to delve into my mouth with his tongue. He devoured me. Licked me ravenously. I could feel his need growing between us. I would happily distract him like this every morning.
 

“Stop avoiding the question, beautiful,” he murmured against my lips.
 

I pulled away and rolled my eyes. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Your delicious body pressed against mine? I’ll never mind.” He snaked one hand up my torso to squeeze my breast. “But I still want an answer.”

“I don’t think you’ll like the answer,” I said as I leaned into him, attempting to distract him again by dusting my fingertips along the waist of his low-slung jeans.
 

“Who is it?” He pulled away as his mossy green eyes bore into me.
 

I huffed in exasperation. I didn’t want to tell him; in truth, I’d been trying to avoid it completely.
 

Tristan arched one eyebrow as he watched me.
 

“Kyle,” I murmured and averted my eyes. The silence echoed around his small kitchen. I shifted my legs and then chanced a glance at him. His face was hard as stone. His jaw was ticking, the only expression readable was the anger flaring in his eyes. “It’s not a big deal; I haven’t answered . . .” I trailed off. “Hey.” I pressed my body to his and ran a hand along his jaw. I pushed up on my tiptoes and nuzzled into his neck in the place that his delicious, fresh scent was the most concentrated. “It’s not a big deal.” I felt his body relax against mine.
 

“What does he want?” he muttered.
 

“I have to go get my stuff. I’ve put it off long enough. I also have to get Diva.” I hadn't known where I was going when I stormed out of the apartment I'd shared with Kyle, so I'd left some things behind until I was settled.