Page 30 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
Then I came inside her, filling her with my seed. She shook her ass for me, sucking me deep inside her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her perfect flat belly, pulling her backwards to my chest.
I pressed my face into her silky dark hair and breathed in her scent.
She was beautiful. She was too beautiful.
And I knew this was a mistake I’d regret in a few seconds.
Elsie made me feel weak.
And just as I pulled myself out of her, my phone rang.
She looked over her shoulder at me, probably wondering if I’d answer the phone.
I moved away from her and checked the screen.
It was the phone call I’d been waiting for.
It was one of my connections calling about having located Christie.
Thankfully, it hadn’t taken very long. Apparently she lived in a smaller town now, just a forty-minute drive from here.
My head pounded as I spoke to the guy on the phone and then quickly ended the call. The idea of going to speak to Christie, of seeing her again after eleven years—blew my mind.
I knew I’d have to get my shit together.
By the time I was off the phone, Elsie had already put most of her clothes back on. Fuck. I wasn’t sure if she’d be okay if I left her now. She hadn’t been doing well when I found her wandering the streets. She was going through some stuff, which I figured had to do with the death of her parents.
I pulled up my pants, buttoning the buttons on my shirt.
“I have to go out,” I said, as carefully as I could.
Elsie didn’t look at me, keeping her eyes averted.
“Do you think you’ll be all right?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer the question, but stood up and walked to the kitchen instead.
“Look, I get it, you’re feeling physically and emotionally vulnerable right now. What we did…we shouldn’t have done that. You need to get some rest.”
“You’re saying we shouldn’t have had sex because you’d rather be doing something else? Someone else?” she snapped.
What the fuck was she talking about?
“Get some sleep, Elsie. I have to take care of a few things and I’ll see you later.”
“And in the meantime, I should stay here? Imprisoned and alone?”
She banged the drawers open and shut in the kitchen. I didn’t know what she was looking for and I doubt she knew what she wanted either.
“I told you I’m going to try and figure this out, you just have to wait a little longer. Until you’re safe from Aldo.”
Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were wide but dull from all the crying she’d done. I wanted to hold her, I wanted to stroke her hair and tell her she’d be alright. That I’d keep her safe. I wanted to give myself to her and claim her as my woman.
It sounded crazy. Even to my ears. I’d never felt this way about a girl before, not even for Christie.
But before I committed to anything with Elsie, I needed to sort this shit out with my past. I needed to gain some perspective from Christie and what she had done—before I could move on.
“Just go, Tristian. Go take care of whatever you think needs taking care of,” Elsie snapped.
She was bitter about something. Maybe she was just sad.
I wished I had the time to sit with her and explain, but I didn’t.
I had to see Christie first.
“Stay inside,” I growled in a commanding voice, and then I left.
I should’ve known Elsie wasn’t the type of girl to obey commands.
Seventeen
Elsie
I kept staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for at least twenty minutes to elapse before leaving the apartment again.
I wanted to make sure Tristian didn’t return soon. I didn’t want him finding me on the streets again.
I was still horrified from my experience of wandering the streets earlier. I wasn’t expecting a complete nervous breakdown. I thought I’d make a quick escape without anyone finding out. But I was so sure I was being followed. I knew I was being watched, and Tristian didn’t believe me.
I recognized the look he gave me when he eventually found me. When I was close to collapsing in the middle of the street. He thought I lost my mind. Maybe he already thought I was nuts.
Maybe I was.
Maybe those were the side effects of watching your parents being murdered.
Either way, now I knew what Tristian really thought of me. He thought I was crazy. That I was seeing things. My imagination was running wild. He didn’t think I was being followed, and the more I insisted I was—the more he looked at me with pity.
And then he fucked me.
He shouldn’t have.
I shouldn’t have slept with him.
Instead, I welcomed him with open arms and legs. I couldn’t resist him. I needed his touch, his mouth all over me. Even now, twenty minutes after he left the apartment—my pussy throbbed at the thought of his cock inside me.
