Lifting an eyebrow, Tristan smiled. “Really?”
Smacking him, I said, “Really. I tuned out what you were saying, you ass! All I could think about was you being inside me. Then it all hit me.”
Dropping my head back, I let out a small scream. “Why would you let me fuck you in broad daylight in your truck, knowing all of your parents’ friends were in there?”
“So you are mad about the surprise party?”
Widening my eyes in surprise that he even asked, I shut them quickly to gain some control over my emotions. “Tristan! I’m not only mad about the surprise party, but you let me fuck you in the parking lot of said surprise party! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I told you about it and the next thing I knew, my dick was in your mouth. What in the hell, Ryn, you’re sending me mixed signals here!”
We sat there and stared at each other before I finally brought my hand up to my mouth and busted out laughing. It didn’t take long for Tristan to start laughing.
Dropping his head back, he tried to take in breaths. Finally getting our laughter under control, Tristan let out a long sigh. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, Ryn. I should have said something about the party. I wanted you to be surprised.”
Taking his hand in mine, I brought it up to my lips and kissed the back of it. “I’m not upset about the party. I know where your heart is, Tristan.” Looking around I peeked back over to him. “Do you think anyone saw us?”
Tristan looked around. “Nah, I’m sure everyone is pretty much here and already inside. We should probably go in though.” Lifting his hips, he began zipping up his pants as I adjusted my panties and dress.
Tristan got out of the truck and made his way over to my door. Opening it, he took my hand and helped me down. As we walked to the entrance, Tristan leaned down and said, “We will finish that fuck session in my truck tonight.”
Smiling, I nodded my head and said, “Yes, we will.”
The second we walked through the door, everyone yelled surprise and I was faced with an onslaught of people that I had no idea who they were. A giant sign hung up that said Welcome Kathryn. I knew that was Joyce’s doing. The only two people I knew at this surprise party besides Tristan and his parents were Chris and MaryLou, Joyce’s friend.
The evening was spent being introduced to a plethora of people, drinking more drinks than I cared to count, and being in such a frenzied state of wanting Tristan, I could hardly think straight. The more I drank, the more I thought about what we were doing before walking into the party.
Making my way over to my man, I reached up on my tippy toes and said, “I want to finish what I started. And I want to go back to the shop and start training my ass for you.”
The drink in Tristan’s hand slipped out and crashed to the floor. Turning, he looked at his father who had been talking to I think Billy Saddler. Yep. That was his name. Owned one of the banks in town.
“Dad, Ryn’s not feeling well. I’m taking her home. Bye.”
Peter didn’t even have time to respond when Tristan reached down and picked me up. As he carried me out everyone began letting out whistles and catcalls. Waving, I yelled, “Bye y’all! It was nice meeting everyone!”
Pushing the door open, Tristan started jogging to his truck.
Opening the door and putting me in the truck, Tristan asked, “Honesty means everything, Ryn. How drunk are you?”
Giving him a come hither look, I purred back to him, “I’m tipsy but I’m nowhere near drunk.”
“Good, you’re about to have an evening you’ll never forget.”
KNOCKING ON THE DOOR TO my father’s office, I tried to push my nerves away. I had wanted to talk to him for a few weeks now, but something always got in the way of it. Not anymore. I actually had to schedule it on my calendar to talk to my own father.
“Come on in, Tristan.”
Opening the door, the smell of the leather hit me first. Smiling, I shut the door and made my way over to one of the leather chairs that sat in front of his desk.
He was reading through something and about to sign it. “I’ll have to send some of this paperwork over to you, Tristan. I just don’t seem to have interest in any of it anymore.”
Nodding my head, I said, “Yeah, of course, Dad. Send me whatever you want me to handle and you know I’ll take care of it.”
Looking up, he gave me a smile. It had been four months since his heart attack. Ryn and I were more than half way through with the building of our house. I couldn’t wait to get in there. Living with my parents was not something either one of us wanted to do. After two weeks of sleeping in my parents’ house, Ryn and I decided to just sleep in the shop’s bedroom. Of course, my parents knew why and never said a word about it. Even with our room upstairs, it still felt weird making love to Ryn with Mom and Dad downstairs. The one thing that pushed our decision was the night I went down to the kitchen and almost threw up after listening to my mother and father in the passions of having sex.
