Tristian came in behind me. “Nice. I have lots of ideas of what we can do in here.”
“I’m sure you do. That tub is large enough for four.”
“Good thing there are only two of us. More room.”
“Dang, look at the shower!”
“Don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a lot dirty.”
I chortled and looked to him, but there was only heat in his eyes. Oh, man, was he ready. He backed me against the clear glass door and unbuttoned my shirt. As he kissed me, he removed every item of clothing I wore, except my underwear. This time, I’d chosen carefully and it was a black lacy thong.
His warm lips traveled down to my belly until they made it to the panty line and stopped. Then he gazed up over the length of me and his mouth covered my mound and sucked. The friction of the satin with the motion of his tongue was unbearable. My moans sounded faster and louder until I came, grabbing his hair and pulling.
“Christ, you are sexy when you come.”
I was speechless with post-orgasmic ecstasy as I watched him strip. Magnificence stood before me and I danced my fingers over his flesh until goosebumps rose.
The shower door opened with a swoosh and I was whisked inside as he turned on the water and tested it. Then the spa jets came on. Our bodies were massaged everywhere and Tristian didn’t hold back. He dropped to his knees and began where he left off, only this time I was naked. My leg ended up draped over his shoulder and he tongued me to another magnificent orgasm.
His arms wrapped around me, he lifted me, and I was impaled in one full thrust. My back rested against the cool marble as the water pulsated our skin and his cock plunged in and out. Flames nibbled my core until they erupted into an inferno, setting me free as I climaxed. Warmth filled me up as he followed. My dazed brain was lust-infused as we stood beneath the water.
Until a shockwave hit. “Tristian! The condom!”
“Fuck!” He jerked away, pulling out, and I wriggled free of his hold. Then I hopped around in the shower like a fool.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get it out!”
His roar of laughter was like fingernails screeching across a blackboard.
“Stop! This is serious. What if I get pregnant?”
“My gorgeous starshine, jumping around like that won’t prevent it. What will is the morning-after pill. Or, on the other hand, would that be so bad?”
“Yes! I mean, no, if we work out. But if we don’t, I can’t handle two kids on my own.”
“Understood. Then we’ll find a pharmacy and get what you need.”
Something poked the inside of my ribs, though. What if I had done that with Easton? I never would’ve known that joy in my life. “Is that killing a baby?”
“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure. Maybe we should look it up.”
After we dried off, I used my phone to research it and was relieved to find it just delayed ovulation. “Whew. That’s good.”
“Shall we dress and go buy it?”
“Yes. And since we’re on the subject, are you safe? I know I am because you’re the first person I’ve been with since the doucheface and that was when I got pregnant with Easton.”
He took me into his arms. “English, I am safe. I’ve been tested, but to ease your mind, I’ve never had sex without a condom until today. I guess I lost my mind back there.”
Touching his cheek, I said, “I’d say the same. That was the best shower I’ve ever taken.”
“By the way, those underwear were fabulous.”
“Thank you.” I winked.
“I’m going to buy you a drawer full of them.”
We dressed and our first stop was a pharmacy where the purchase was made.
As we were leaving, Tristian asked, “Have you ever considered birth control?”
“I never had a reason to, but I suppose now would be a good time.”
“I’d love that.”
We moved down the street at a leisurely pace. The weather was gorgeous for a March day. He steered me into a store, which I paid zero attention to until we got inside.
The showcases upon showcases of jewelry had my eyes saucering. “Uh, Tristian, what are we doing here?”
“Getting our wedding rings, of course. I’m going to pick them out, so just go look around.”
“Okay. Nothing too fancy, please.”
With a nod, he left. There were bracelets, necklaces, watches and everything under the sun. I knew about jewelry. Dad rained it on Mom. On every occasion and just for the hell of it he presented her with something, and he had excellent taste. Many times he’d had things specially designed for her. This place was not low-end and the brands in the cases told me that. I nibbled my thumbnail as I wondered what he’d pick out for me.
After an hour or so, I finally found a chair to sit on, and Tristian came over to find out my ring size. I tried on a few of those trial sizers and he left again. Another hour passed and he came back with a bag.
“Ready?”
“Been ready.”
He took my hand and we left.
“I was told you need an appointment for the cheesy wedding chapel,” Tristian said. “There’s one right up here. Let’s do that.”
“Cool. Are you going to show me what you bought?”
“In due time, nosy.” There was a cool restaurant on the right that he pointed out. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
We got a table and ate. After, we went back to the hotel to get ready for the show we had tickets for that night. It was an early one so we’d eat dinner after.
Easton called and wanted to talk to Tristian. She already cared more for him than me. He left the room while he was talking to her and when he returned, he handed the phone back to me.
“She didn’t want to talk to me?” That left an ache inside of me.
“She had to ask me some secret things. You’ll find out soon enough.”
I nodded sharply, until he pulled me against the wall of his chest. “Don’t spoil my surprise, luscious.”
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “I won’t.”
He smacked my bottom and said, “Go get your pretty self dressed. We have to leave soon. And wear some sexy underwear.”
I bowed. “As you wish, master.”
“I love the sound of that.”
I hustled it to the bedroom and threw on a sexy little black dress. Nothing fancy, but it showed off all the right curves. It was strapless, which meant no bra, and I was okay with that. I’d never been well endowed, and was grateful for that. After I stopped breastfeeding, my boobs had returned to their normal size. I pulled on a black thong, but this one was held together by ribbons. I didn’t know why I’d ever bought the thing because I hadn’t been dating at the time. It was so pretty though, I couldn’t pass it by. My final addition was a pair of black heels. I didn’t go for stilettos, as they were impractical, but these were high enough to show off my legs.
After giving my makeup a quick touchup and running my fingers through my hair for a fluff, I was ready. When I entered the living room, he stood there, all suited up. Good Lord, the man was utterly delicious. He wore a navy coat and pants with a crisp light blue shirt, undone at the neck. I wanted to leap into his arms and tell him to cancel our plans.