Chapter Nineteen

RILEY

I kept quiet the whole ride home. I could feel Tristan stealing glances at me every so often.

“Hey, you okay?” he finally broke the silence.

I nodded, unsure of how to voice the question that had been nagging at me since our Ferris wheel ride.

“You’re unusually quiet for someone who just had a great date. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

I felt my cheeks heat up, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“No... it’s not that. It’s just... you said it was the best date so far, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many girls you’ve been with before me,” I blurted out.

Tristan slammed on the brakes, causing me to lurch forward.

“Ahhh, I see. Someone’s feeling a little jealous,” he chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt. I noticed we were almost at my house.

“So, are you going to tell me or not?” I asked, avoiding his gaze.

He clicked his tongue. “We’re not having this conversation right now. Not after our great date. But I promise, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, and I finally looked at him, taking a deep breath.

He was right. We had plenty of time to talk about it.

I was being unfair, prying into his past instead of appreciating the wonderful date he’d planned.

“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a soft kiss. I started to pull away, but he deepened the kiss.

I let out a soft moan as he sucked on my lower lip, his free hand pulling me closer by my hips.

“Damn, I can’t resist you,” he groaned, trailing kisses down my chin to the crook of my neck.

My breathing quickened as his hands roamed over my breasts, gently squeezing them through my dress.

I licked my dry lips as my nipples hardened. My pussy was getting excited for round two.

“We should stop, Tristan,” I giggled as his stubble tickled my skin, but he ignored me and continued to shower my collarbone with wet kisses.

“Mmm…just two more minutes, babe,” he mumbled, continuing to kiss my neck while his hands moved down to squeeze my ass.

I was grateful for the darkness and the lack of people around to witness our public display of affection.

~Honestly, I can’t resist him either.~

“Oh my God…” I whispered, unable to control myself. My entire body was on fire, my skin tingling with desire at his every touch.

“Okay, I’m gonna stop or your dad might kill me.” He pulled back and let out a huge sigh. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over me.

~Damn! Just when things were heating up.~

I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction as I fixed my hair. He kept staring at me, and I met his intense gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He flashed me a breathtaking smile and continued to drive.

“Thank you for today, Tristan. I had an amazing time; everything was just perfect.”

“Of course you had an amazing time.” He smirked.

I playfully hit his shoulder. “I’m serious, Tristan,” I pouted.

He grinned widely. “I had an amazing time, too. Want to know a secret?” he whispered. I gave him a curious look. “This is my first date.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, my eyes going wide.

He looked taken aback by my outburst. “Yeah. I was never one to date. I don’t get why you’re so surprised, babycakes.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, but I was having a hard time processing this new information. Tristan was a player, I knew he had a long history with girls.

~So how come this was his first date?~

“But, all the girls... I mean, how?” I asked, confused.

“I didn’t need to ask them out. They just fell for my hot and sexy looks.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever.”

“I thought you’d feel special, Riley Adams,” he said, sighing as he pulled up to my house. I glared at him.

“Okay, I’ll shut up now.” He covered his mouth with both his hands; I couldn’t help but smile at his adorable behavior.

“Good night, boyfriend,” I smirked at him, and he raised his eyebrows.

“I like the sound of that. A very good night to you too, girlfriend,” he kissed my cheek, dangerously close to my lips.

I could feel his hot breath on my face; our lips were just inches apart. He traced my lips with his thumb, and I swallowed hard in anticipation.

I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I knew that we wouldn’t be able to stop if we started now.

“Tristan... I...” I stammered.

He pulled away, letting out a huge sigh. “Yup, you better get inside before I kidnap you to my house and have my way with you,” he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.

I shook my head with a small smile and got out of his car. We both said our goodbyes, and I went inside my house with a huge grin on my face.

“Right on time. And that silly smile on your face looks like a good sign,” my dad called from the kitchen, looking at me.

I let out a loud groan. “He is a nice guy, Dad. I just misunderstood him the first time,” I explained, walking toward the kitchen.

He shook his head firmly. “All guys are nice in the beginning, especially the good-looking ones. I need to keep an eye on this one.”

“Just don’t scare him too much,” I laughed, remembering how flustered Tristan had looked earlier this evening.

“No promises there. So how was the date?” he asked, giving me a wink.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Oh no, we are not having this talk. Good night, Dad,” I called, making my way up to my room.

“Lighten up! You’re such a killjoy,” he hollered after me, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I darted into my room.

I collapsed onto my bed, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips as I closed my eyes. I replayed the evening’s events in my mind, my body buzzing with the thrill of it all.

I could still feel the ghost of his fingers exploring me down there.

~Damn, that was amazing!~

I could hardly believe it had happened. I was hooked on his touch. I yearned for him more with each passing moment.

I found myself wondering how incredible the actual act would be, if just the foreplay was enough to make me climax so intensely.

~Wow, I’ve really let myself go.~

The shrill ring of my phone interrupted my thoughts. I scrambled to retrieve it from my purse, my heart pounding with the hope that it was Tristan.

“Andrew?” I answered, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Hey, Riley.”

“Umm... is everything alright?” I asked, puzzled as to why he was calling me at half-past ten at night.

“I tried Lucy’s phone, but she’s not picking up. I know you two are having a sleepover. Could you hand her the phone?”

My eyes widened in surprise. I thought Lucy had gone to see ~him~?

What on earth was he talking about? I was completely in the dark, and I had no idea how to respond.

~Why would she lie to her boyfriend?~

“Uh... she’s... she’s asleep, Andrew, and I think her phone is on silent,” I lied, doing my best to cover for my best friend.

He let out a soft sigh. “Oh, alright then. When she wakes up, just let her know I called and that I miss her.”

“Yeah, sure. Goodnight, Andrew.” I ended the call, my hands trembling, and immediately dialed Lucy’s number.

It went straight to voicemail.

Now, only one question consumed my thoughts.

~Where the hell is Lucy and what the fuck is she keeping from me?~