Everything I Need (21 page)

Fuck, yes. I’m lost in her right now, savoring every fucking bit of this moment. Her tongue becomes urgent as it starts stroking against mine, harder. Groaning into her mouth, I pull away, catching a glimpse of her. Her eyes are closed and her lips are beginning to swell at what I’ve just done to them. Beautiful.

“Come on,” I choke out, pressing the side of my face against hers.

Threading my fingers through hers, I bend my arm tight against my back so Sophia is right on my ass, following me. I can’t fucking wait anymore. I lead her back into the dark, dingy hallway. The restrooms here are fucking sick, but they only have one toilet in each one. Kicking open the door, I swing her ahead of me and lock it. Taking her by her shoulders, I spin her around. Sophia loses her balance in those sexy as fuck shoes, so I steady her before pushing her back against the door.

“Tristan,” she says faintly.

I say nothing back to her but take her soft face into my hands, which swallow her whole face up. I stare down at her as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

“You’re everything I want,” she whispers.

The corner of my mouth lifts.

“Sophia, you’re everything I need.”

She steps in, bringing her arms back around my neck. Angling her head to the side, I dip down into her. Our lips connect softly at first, going slowly and deeply into it. Her hands begin to move down my chest, caressing me. Suddenly, I want this shirt off. I want her feeling every inch of me, knowing that this is all hers.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I rip it off over my head, tucking the corner of it into my back pocket. Her eyes are now heavy with lust as she bites down at the corner of her bottom lip. Not wasting another second, I unclasp my buckle and unzip. Sophia’s eyes travel down, greedily taking in the sight of my cock.

“I’m gonna have you now, my girl,” I growl at her.

Her glazed-over eyes peer back up at me. Not saying anything, she grips my cock firmly. With a tug, she brings me closer to her, my greedy girl.

“That’s right baby, take what you want.”

She gives me this sexy as hell grin. I start hiking up her dress.

Once it’s up her thighs just enough so that her sweet little lace covered pussy is peeping out, I take hold of her panties and rip the delicate material right off of her, tossing them behind me.

“Hold on, baby,” I hiss at her when I take that full ass of hers into my hands.

Sophia wraps her legs around my waist and circles her arms around my neck, breathing hard into my ear. I am rock fucking hard, so I bring her ass a little ways out so the head of my cock is right under her. Gritting my teeth, I slide into her. Sophia is sexy as hell, staring right into my eyes as I sink into her. Her lips part slightly. I see the vein in her neck pulse.

“Ahh, baby,” I moan as I start pulling out of her slowly, setting an agonizing rhythm.

“Yeah,” she breathes as I start really working her tight pussy.

Holding her ass tight, I press her back hard against the door as I drive into her. Pretty soon, we’re not moaning quietly anymore, but drowning out our screams in each other’s mouths.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” I ask her through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, oh fuck yeah,” she wails, her head falling back now.

Running my tongue up her neck, she lowers her head again and catches it with her tongue.

“Mmm . . .” I groan into her mouth.

I’m getting close and the sounds of her arousal are bringing me that much closer to the edge. Lowering her down on my body, I let it all go, ramming into her as hard as I fucking can, breaking her.

“SHIT!” she screams as I keep up the pace.

Her pussy starts clenching around my cock. Her juices start leaking out onto my balls and I fucking know I just hit the right fucking spot. I slam into her a couple more times and then still. Digging my cock as far as it can go inside her, I cum hard.

When I catch my breath, I lower her back down, holding onto her lower back so she won’t fall. Hey, what can I say? Sophia gets drunk off my cock, and wearing the type of shoes she’s wearing tonight, she’d be falling over right now.

Once I know she’s good, she lowers her dress as I rip off a couple of paper towels. Throwing that first batch away, I yank out more before running them under the water. Spinning back around, I hand it to her so she can clean herself as I do up my pants. Her head is bent while she’s cleaning herself, but I have to get it off my chest.

“So, how do you wanna walk out of here?”

She stops what she’s doing and looks up at me through those lashes. Smiling, she says,

“With you . . .”

Chapter Twenty

Sophia

Tristan’s dark eyes light up as he puts on his shirt. Stepping over to the filmy glass mirror, my eyes grow wide.

“Shit,” I giggle at my appearance.

Tristan’s deep throaty chuckle comes up from behind me as he circles his arms around me, kissing my neck. My damn ponytail is on the side of my head now. Yanking my hair tie free, I start combing my fingers through my hair. My face, neck, and chest are red from Tristan’s ‘face burn’ as I call it, but I love his facial hair. He steps back and crosses his arms as he watches me in the mirror as I try to clean myself up. After what I had to deal with earlier, I must say, Tristan has turned it around.

Back at Cut, while I was losing myself in the bathroom, Frankie came barging in like he owned the place, and like he had a vagina. I was staring at myself in the mirror, not recognizing the reflection staring back at me. I knew Benny was right outside the door, worried.

“Girl, you all right?” Frankie leans in and rubs my shoulders. Shaking my head ‘no,’ I fight the urge to run back into the stall and hide.

“I can’t face him, Frankie.”

My voice is small. Frankie steps around  me and leans back against the vanity, crossing his arms and ankles.

“You’ll be okay, Sophia. No, this isn’t the best situation to be in, but you don’t love him . . .”

Just as the tears are drying on my cheeks, fresh ones start sliding down. So, I do what I have to do. I suck it up, and when I open the door, he’s right there waiting for me.

Blotting my under eyes gently with the tissue, I hesitantly pull the door all the way open with my other hand. Benny’s face is ashen and his normally perfectly styled hair is messed up. I know he has been raking his fingers through it and I feel like total shit that I’m causing him so much pain.

“Are you all right?”

He steps in front of me, trying to reach for me, but I step back. His eyes fall and my stomach drops. I just don’t feel right having him comfort me when I am the one that’s caused all of this.

              I look down, running my tongue over my bottom lip.

“We need to talk.”

Not waiting for him to say anything, I wrap my arms around myself and start making my way through the restaurant. When we reach outside, I wait in silence as the valet works on bringing his car around.

He, always so fucking sweet, opens the door for me and helps me get in.

“Where are we going?” he asks timidly as he fastens his seatbelt.

“Can you please just take me home?”

“Are you going to let me know what’s going on here?”

He’s starting to sound more wounded now, and I don’t blame him. He just proposed and I just ran away from him, crying.

“Benny, listen . . .”

Gawd, I don’t know how to fucking put this. Should I tell him about Tristan and me? Or, do I say something like, I don’t want marriage or anything right now for that matter? But that would be another lie because I do want more, just with someone else.

“I need to let you know something. Something that happened.”

I wince as the last words pour out of my mouth. Fuck! This isn’t going to be good. Looking over at him, his face is impassive now, but his knuckles are turning white as he grips the steering wheel. Blowing out a breath, I focus back on the road.

“Benny, I liked you, I mean I still like you-”

“Sophia,” he interrupts. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. Please.”

I glance at him and his jade green eyes are piercing. With my eyes locked on his, I whisper,

“I’m in love with someone else. Actually I don’t think I ever stopped having feelings for him.”

He shakes his head as he focuses back on the road, and that’s when I see a tear roll down his cheek. Shit. My eyes welling up again, I face away from him.

“When did you figure this out? Is he from around here?”

He’s angry now and doesn’t have a clue who it is. Fuck, do I tell him who? Or is it fine that I came clean this far? Just as I’m thinking this, Benny yells at me.

“Who? Please, Sophia. Just tell me fucking who?”

Aw my. I fucking suck so bad. I’ve never heard him swear before, ever. He’s hurting and I don’t want to add even more fuel to this fire right now.

“Sophia, I’m going to stop the car until you tell me who.” I can’t bring myself to look at him, but I can feel his stare on me.

“I’m sorry, Benny. Fuck, really I am.” I choke back another sob.

The car begins to downshift and I notice he’s getting ready to switch lanes- he’s serious about stopping. Looking from him to the road in panic, I just fucking have to.

“Tristan!”

I brace my hand against the dashboard to hold myself back as he slams on the brakes, fishtailing slightly before switching lanes. I reach over to lay my hand on him, trying to comfort him somehow, but he just shakes his head at me. Pulling my hand back, I roughly wipe the tears away from my eyes. He doesn’t say a word to me, not one fucking word. Instead, he accelerates again.

The rest of the ride passes in the most unbearable silence I have ever endured. I want to say so much to him, but I know it won’t matter. When he finally pulls into my driveway, I know this will be the last time I will ever be with Benny again. He never asked for details, although I’m sure he’s figured it out.

As I’m reaching over for the handle, his words stop me.

“Sophia . . .” His eyes search my face as I notice them pooling with tears. “I’m going to miss you.”

Throwing myself at him, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. He wraps one arm around me as he sobs quietly into my neck. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but eventually he pulls away from me first. Wiping his eyes, he places his hand back on the shifter. I know that’s the hint that he’s ready to get out of here.

After climbing out, I lean back in through the window.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

He just nods, but I don’t stop.

“I wish I could take away all of this pain, but-”

“Sophia. Just stop. Please.” His voice is breaking again. I nod, biting my lip.

“Bye, Sophia.”

“Good bye, Benny.” With that, I walk away.

Frankie must have been following us, because once Benny left, he came in, letting me know my boys were on their way over. Gawd! It’s like having four brothers.

At first, I just wanted to stay in. How could I go out and try to have a good time when I put someone I care about through so much shit? But deep down, I felt that familiar pull, letting me know that Tristan was going to be there. Part of me wanted to see him, to be with him, while the other part wanted to stay far away. I’m glad that I actually listened to my heart this time instead of my head.

Now here I am . . .  . . .just having been royally fucked in a dirty restroom with flickering lighting, but I’m the happiest that I have been in a long time. Tristan’s hot breath fans down on me as he leads me by my waist to the door. I walk out with him, by his side.

He tucks me into him as he leads. Instead of turning to the right, back into the bar, we turn left and head straight for the door. I can only imagine what the other patrons must think seeing us kiss or if someone . . . had to use the restroom while it was ‘occupied’.

Tristan holds the door open for me as I step out into the cool air. He wraps his arm around me again, hauling me into his side as he pulls out his phone to call for a ride. Suddenly, the door bursts open behind us. It’s Frankie and he’s pulling out his car keys.

“Come on!” he says, walking briskly past us. Not looking back, he yells, “Better get a move on. Someone had their damn smart phone recording some sounds outside the bathroom right after you two went in there.”

Figures . . . but I don’t really give a shit anymore. Yeah, let whoever or whatever tabloid say what they want. Tristan pulls me in even closer. I’m having a hard time keeping up with his pace as we follow Frankie. Peering up at him, he has concern on his face, probably thinking I might flake out like the last time there were images of us on the internet.

Giving him a modest smile, I wrap my arms around his middle and lean my head into him.

“So what?” I say, my mouth muffled from being pressed in Tristan’s side. His chest starts to tremble as he laughs at what I just said, and damn it . . . his deep laugh; I fucking love that sound.