She was chewing on her lip and seemed nervous as she unloaded her thoughts. I couldn’t blame her. They were all very valid and I worried about the same things. But I had missed her in the last few hours and I just wanted to spend time with her.
“I know, and I understand. I think those are all things we can work through together,” I assured her. “They won’t be easy, but to me, it’s worth it. You’re worth it, Arya.”
Her eyes burned into mine, and I could see the desire. I closed the distance and before either of us could think too much about it, I crushed my lips to hers with a hungry kiss. She immediately parted her lips and let me in. I had to have her now.
I slid my hands beneath the hem of her dress and found her panties soaked with arousal. I groaned as she shuddered against the door when I stroked her with one finger over the thin, wet cotton. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, I slid them down to the floor and she kicked them off. I was already achingly hard when I touched her bare, slick flesh with my finger.
She moaned loudly and threw her head back against the door as I continued to stroke her. I freed one breast from the bodice of her dress–she didn’t wear a bra and I made a mental note to appreciate that fact later–and I put my mouth on her perfect nipple. I teased her nipple with my tongue and her hips moved wildly, like she was losing control. But I wasn’t done with her yet. She whimpered when I removed my mouth and fingers, but her eyes burned as I dropped to my knees and helped one of her legs rest on my shoulder, opening her to me.
I put my mouth right where she needed it most and sucked. She cried out my name as her legs shook. I wrapped my arm around her, just below her ass, providing support and holding her to my mouth. For a few long minutes, I licked, tasted, and sucked on her until she seemed to be nearing the edge. But I needed to feel her come around me. I set her leg down, stood up, and grabbed the condom from my shorts while pushing my shorts down and freeing my dick. She hadn’t even touched me yet, and I felt like I was seconds away from coming.
I rolled on the condom and was just about to push inside her, my fingers rubbing her clit, keeping her ready to shatter, when my phone rang. I groaned in immense frustration when I saw the screen light up from where it laid on my floor. It said Mom. She had Shiloh. I had to take this call.
“I have to answer it,” I somehow managed to whisper to Arya.
“What? No,” she said, the desperate frustration written on her face.
“It’s my mom and Shiloh’s with her. Something could be wrong.”
Understanding flashed across Arya’s face, and she simply nodded. She looked nervous, too, like she really didn’t want my mom finding out about this. That made two of us. I pulled on my shorts and grabbed the phone before it disconnected.
“Mom? Is everything okay?” I did everything I could to hide my heavy breathing.
“Tristan, honey, are you home?”
"Yes, why?"
“You just sound like you’d been out running or something. I didn’t want to bother you if you were exercising.”
“No, you’re not bothering me, but if everything is okay with Shiloh, I should really be going,” I tried to look over at Arya, but she wouldn’t look at me.
My mom was already ruining everything.
Chapter 8
Arya
Tristanmovedawayfromme a bit, but one thing about Rebecca Adler was she talked loudly. Everything she had to say was so important that everyone needed to hear it, or so it seemed. So, I could basically hear their entire conversation. I felt like I was invading their privacy, but it was my house. And also, I was curious. Who wouldn’t be? So I tried even harder to listen.
“Regina called to let me know she was planning her visit and asked to stay with your father and I,” Rebecca said. Tristan’s back was toward me so I couldn’t see his reaction, but he seemed to tense. “I told her that, of course, it would be fine. And I think you and Shiloh should come stay here, too. You need time as a family if you’re going to work things out. Your father and I could even go stay at the lake house for a few days and give you some space.”
“Mom, I don’t know how many more times I can tell you that Regina and I are done. You need to accept it. There is nothing for us to work out.”
Tristan’s voice sounded tight; his words were clipped. This clearly was not the first time he was having this conversation.
“You’ve said that, Tristan. But you both need to think more about Shiloh. Growing up in a broken home is going to have a negative impact on her. Marriage is hard. Me and your dad don't always see eye to eye, but we deal with everything that comes our way and just get through it. I think you can get through anything together if you put your mind to it. Even divorce.”
I truly couldn’t believe she was guilt tripping her son for choosing to leave a marriage where he wasn’t happy. This all seemed so ridiculous.
“This isn’t fair, Mom. Regina and I were unhappy. We were both unhappy. Now, we’re happy co-parenting our daughter and navigating a new friendly, platonic relationship. And we’re getting pretty good at it,” he paused. He stretched his neck, like he was considering whether or not to say the next part. “Sometimes, I wish you and Dad had done the same thing instead of making me endure years of your fighting and forcing me to pick sides. That wasn’t great for me, Mom.”
I felt the pain in his voice and wanted to reach out to comfort him. I’d often wished I had wealthy parents like the Adlers. And even more often, after my dad died, I’d wished I had two parents. But I guess not all that glitters is gold. It sounded like there was still a lot of pain and anger in that house. Sure, there had been rumors about infidelity and bad personalities, but I had never known for sure. I was too young to understand any of the town whispers.
“Marriage is hard,” Rebecca said again, clearly missing everything else Tristan had said. “I wish your generation didn’t give up so easily.”
“I know marriage is hard. And we didn’t give up easily. We’re just trying to save our children from the trauma of living in a house where everyone is miserable.”
He hung his head, clearly frustrated with this conversation.