I watched as they disappeared around the corner. Turning around, I about dropped my drink. Michelle stood before me a baby-blue corset, black high heels and in her hand was a tie.
“You want me to put that on?” I asked as I smiled.
Shaking her head she smiled. “No, baby. I want you tie me up and fuck me in the ass.”
“Holy fuck,” I whispered. Walking up to me, Michelle took the drink from my hand and drank from it. Letting some of the liquid run down her chin she gave me a smile I would never forget.
“Tristan, I’m about to teach you things you’ve only dreamed about. Your world is about to be rocked, honey.”
Taking my hand, she led me down another hallway opposite of the one Ash and Nick went down. Reaching the end of the hallway, she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. Pulling me inside, I stopped and took a look around. The walls of the room were painted almost the same color as her blue corset. There was a giant king-size bed in one corner with bars along the back headboard. Looking to my left there was a giant chair that looked like a chaise lounge. Walking over to it, I ran my hand along the leather. “We’ll start here, baby. I sure as hell hope you have stamina, if not, I’m going to teach you.”
“Tristan? Hey, are you sleeping over there or what?”
Opening my eyes, I quickly sat up and looked at Ryn. She was staring at me with a concerned look on her face.
Could Ryn ever accept that part of my world? I’d only been twenty-three when I was introduced into another level of sexual satisfaction. A level I liked and wasn’t sure I could give up for anyone. Would she find out and leave me for Dodge, or would she stay and let me teach the many different ways I could satisfy her? And satisfy her I could. Michelle had taken to me and we were together for over six months. I wouldn’t say we dated. When she was in the mood for something a little more challenging she would call me. She also introduced me to the other side of the club that was more for those people who enjoyed a spicier sex life. Anytime I wanted to use my playroom, I just went to Midnight Rodeo and found a willing partner. And there were plenty. I sometimes would hook up with the same girl, sometimes I went for someone new. I gave up the club scene when I started dating Ryn. I picked it back up about six months ago when Liberty and I were more of an on again and off again couple.
“Tristan, where are you? Shit, you’re like a million miles away.”
Shaking my head, I stood up. “Sorry, I got to thinking about shit and one thing led to another.”
Smiling, she winked. “Are you thinking about that stupid job of yours that you hate so much?”
Seeing this as an easy out to what I was really thinking about, I nodded my head. “Yeah.”
Helping Ryn up, we gathered up the blanket and slipped it into the basket. I handed the basket to Ryn and picked her up. She giggled and said again, “You know I can walk if you would start letting me use the crutches. What am I going to do when we go back to Austin and you’re not there to wait on me hand and foot?”
Winking, I said, “You’ll just have to stay at my place.”
Ryn ignored my comment and looked up as I walked back up to the house. “I’d give anything to look up and see this every single night,” Ryn whispered.
“Do you not like living in Austin?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I tell Azurdee all the time how envious of her I am. I’ve actually thought about moving out toward the hill country. I need more space. It helps me think and clear my head.”
I couldn’t pull my eyes from her. I watched her as she stared up at the star-filled night sky. I gently set her down on the deck as I took the basket from her. Hope began to fill my heart. Ryn would probably love living at the ranch.
Taking in a deep breath, I was about to say something when Ryn began talking. “I guess we should head in. I’m kind of tired.”
Nodding my head, I helped her back into the house and to her crutches.
Another missed moment that I let slip by. Again.
SITTING ON THE DECK OUTSIDE, I typed away on my computer. I had to admit when I first sprained my ankle I wanted to just cry. My whole vacation was ruined. But Tristan had made it even more fun. His sense of humor was beyond amazing. His cooking was to die for. If only he would touch me, or kiss me, or show some sort of interest in something other than being a gentleman and taking care of my every need.
My cell phone rang and I reached down for it.
Dodge.
I was pretty sure Tristan was out running, so I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hey there, darling. How are you doing?”