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Tristan (The Ruins of Emblem #1) Page 12


  When I turned around I saw Cadence had attracted some attention. Fuckface Ward had arrived with a couple of other teachers, both overweight balding guys in their mid forties who probably worshipped Emblem’s coaching hero and would scratch each other in the eyes for the chance to hold his silver whistle. They were standing in front of the door so she couldn’t leave without acknowledging them and Fuckface in particular was making a fool out of himself as he drooled over her. The asshole should have been on the field prepping his team for tonight’s game and not wandering around in a bar while making pathetic eyes at my girl. The surge of jealousy surprised me with its sheer force and I was on the verge of snarling when I stepped up to slide my arm around Cadence’s shoulder.

  Fuckface stopped grinning and looked at me. He looked at Cadence. He looked back at me.

  “Hiya, Coach,” I drawled with all the sarcasm in the world. “Good to see you again.” I kissed Cadence on the cheek. “Should we go now, honey?”

  She found the ‘honey’ part amusing but played along, nodding.

  “Yes dear. We wouldn’t want to be tardy.” She turned her attention to Fuckface. “Good luck tonight, Rod. We’re all rooting for you guys.”

  “Yeah, thanks.” He wasn’t smiling anymore. He’d also lost that slobbering puppy dog look and now he was just pissed.

  “So now I’m ‘honey’?” she said in the parking lot. “Or was that just for Coach Ward’s benefit?”

  “Never mind him.” I kissed her, tipping her chin up and sliding my tongue between her lips so she’d stop thinking about Fuckface. It worked.

  “Hurry,” she said, her eyes soft and dreamy. “I’ll be waiting.”

  Yeah, this was going to be the night. And no hasty roll in the backseat would do. I was going to take my time. Shit was going to get fucking creative.

  I deposited Pike at his front door in record time and sped home where Cadence was sitting out front on a rusty iron bench that Dover had scrounged from a dumpster. She looked kind of out of place in this crappy neighborhood but if that didn’t bother her then it didn’t bother me. When she stood up I saw that she’d adjusted her dress, unbuttoning the top two buttons to offer a teasing glimpse of her tits. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who had plans in mind tonight.

  “You cleaned the place,” she marveled after I wrestled the front door open.

  “Dover’s the slob,” I said. “I’m not.”

  That was no lie. Every time the guy had a couple of days off the whole house became a garbage heap of food wrappers and beer cans. But this morning I’d made an extra effort to get everything picked up in case Cadence didn’t think fucking inside a landfill was sexy.

  While I got the water boiling and the ingredients together, Cadence parked herself at the kitchen table and watched me. I was tempted to flash my dick and give her something to really stare at but I was trying to be mature for a few minutes. My dick would get to do plenty of flashing in a little while.

  Cadence liked talking about her classes and her kids so I asked a few questions and that got her going. There’d been a fight right outside her classroom today, two girls pulling each other’s hair over some skinny douchebag who stood by and cheered. She was bummed when she found out today that the classroom books she’d been promised weren’t going to come through due to lack of funds. So her students were stuck continuing to share the same handful of books since there weren’t enough to go around.

  The way Cadence talked about teaching made me wish I felt that kind of dedication about something. She wasn’t just going through the motions in order to feel like she was accomplishing something. She cared. Holy cow, she cared. Her eyes were pained when she told how one of her female students had confided something terrible. The girl was afraid to go home every day because her family was about to be kicked out of their foreclosed home and they faced the prospect of living in their car. But Cadence shared her proud moments too, when kids who pretended like they were too cool for school in front of their peers approached her in private and shyly asked for some extra help or when some kid in the back of the classroom who barely uttered a word turned in an assignment that proved uncommonly brilliant.

  “Look at this, you can make spaghetti,” she laughed as I set a bowl down in front of her.

  I sat down across from her with my own bowl. “There’s beer in the fridge,” I said, thinking I should have classed up the scene a little and bought some of that fancy wine in a box.

  “I’ll stick with my water.”

  The kitchen was tiny, like the rest of the house. Not tiny like in those shows where people customized miniature living spaces because they thought it was cool to have a couch that folded up into the bathroom wall, but tiny as in it was designed to be as basic and cheap as possible. I leaned back, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.

  Cadence was spinning some noodles around her fork. “Thank you for making me dinner.”

  I watched the way she licked the sauce off her lips. “I’ll make you dinner anytime.”

  She lifted her hair off her neck and draped it over her right shoulder.

  “Do you think it’s too hot in here?” I asked her.

  “It’s paradise compared to my stuffy classroom.”

  “I just thought you might be uncomfortable since you loosened yet another button of your dress while I was cooking.”

  She set her fork down and trailed her fingers down the split in her dress. If she touched her tits right now I was going to throw these bowls of pasta on the floor and spread her out right here on the table.

  She didn’t touch her tits. She picked up her fork again and gave me a sweet smile.

  “What are you thinking about, Tristan?”

  My dick. Your mouth. Et cetera.

  “I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind if you finished taking that dress off.”

  “You wouldn’t mind, huh?”

  “I wouldn’t mind at all. In fact right now it’s my primary fantasy.”

  “Your fantasy is to eat spaghetti with a naked girl?”

  This was getting very interesting very fast. “That’s every man’s fantasy.”

  “So is this like a food fetish thing? Would you like me to dribble sauce on my nipples so you can lick it off?”

  I gave the idea some thought. “I wouldn’t turn that down. But right now I’d like to see your underwear come off.”

  She laughed. She thought I was kidding.

  “So take it off,” I insisted.

  She twirled some more pasta on her fork. “I’m not removing my underwear at the dinner table.”

  “Why not, did you get your period?”

  Her mouth dropped. “Just when I think you’re charming you have to prove that you’re a pig.”

  “I’m not trying to be a pig, just trying to figure out what kind of plans are on the table for tonight.”

  “No, I do not have my period.”

  I grinned. “Good.”

  “Now eat your spaghetti or you can’t have dessert.”

  I dropped the sex talk for now and ate all my spaghetti. We sat at the table for a while, just talking about Emblem and the people in it. She wanted to know why Leah acted all weird today but I honestly didn’t know the answer to that. She asked about Pike’s accident and commented on the fact that Aura Campo had told her a hair salon was closing its doors on Main Street after operating for nearly forty years. Even the historic Emblem Diner was no more. At this rate there’d be nothing left in Emblem but abandoned buildings, a prison, and a collection of struggling people.

  “Since you made dinner,” she finally said, standing up. “I’ll take care of the clean up.”

  I sat back in my chair and sipped my beer while watching her ferry dishes from the table to the sink. There was no dishwasher so she began filling the basin with soapy water in order to scrub each piece one at a time. She had a great ass, not too skinny and shaped like a fine slice of heaven.

  “Have you said anything to Curtis about this?” she asked me while she rinsed
.

  I pulled my shirt over my head. “No.”

  “And will you?”

  I tossed the shirt aside and stood up. “Soon.”

  “I guess we both have some phone calls to make. At some point this news is going to reach the folks in the valley.”

  “Let it.”

  I was right behind her now. I rolled my palms over her hips and reached around to untie her belt. She shut off the water and leaned back. I responded by pushing my dick against her ass, rubbing and grinding, one hand working to get between her legs and the other one pushing my jeans down to my knees while my tongue trailed along her neck.

  “Do you know how tough it’s been to keep my hands off you all week?” I grumbled and then my hand found its target, panties that were so damp I almost growled.

  “I want you too,” she breathed, clutching the counter when two of my fingers slipped easily inside of her. As I worked my hand she almost sank to her knees, groaning. “I want you so bad.”

  I slowly slid my fingers out and took a step back, deciding to tease her, to get her to the brink and then only finish the task when she was willing to beg. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to sound stern. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this again until we learn a few more things about each other.”

  She was twisted around and faced me, clearly frustrated that I’d stopped offering her a ride on my hand right here in the middle of the kitchen. “And what do you want to know about me that I haven’t yet told you?”

  “There’s nothing you need to tell me. Just one or two things you need to show me.”

  Her breathing was still fast, her cheeks flushed, but she liked this game. “Name it and maybe I’ll cooperate.”

  My pants were already down far enough it was easier to just kick them off. Cadence braced her palms on the kitchen counter for a moment, looking me over and pausing at the sight of the mammoth tent in my boxers. The corners of her lips tilted up and then she copied my lead, unfastening the buttons of her dress and rolling it off her shoulders to show off the red and black lace pornographic perfection she’d been secretly wearing all day beneath that ordinary outfit.

  “Holy shit, you went to school all day like that?” I sputtered, my palm brushing over my dick.

  She was smug. “I planned to see you tonight.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Were you planning on getting fucked tonight too?”

  “Oh I knew I’d get fucked tonight.”

  I swallowed and pointed. “What the hell is that thing?”

  “A bustier.” She allowed her dress to drop all the way to the floor and performed a catwalk turn to show off her thong. My dick couldn’t decide which part to defile first.

  She pretended to pout. “You’re not just going to stand there all night are you, Tristan?”

  I was on her before she finished talking, my hands all over the place, my mouth sealing off her words with a fierce kiss. My instinct was to bend her right over the kitchen counter and go wild but I changed my mind, lifting her in my arms and carrying her into my small bedroom.

  The instant I dropped her on the bed Cadence was all kinds of eager, pushing down my boxers and sliding her panties off while I was still scrabbling around in the nightstand in search of a condom.

  “Look who’s impatient,” I clucked as I got the rubber rolled on.

  She nipped at my neck. “And you’re not?”

  I grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them over her head as I loomed over her. “Do you know what I did last night?”

  She tried to pull me in with her knees. “Sure. We watched Paul Blart, Mall Cop together in my grandfather’s living room.”

  “What do you think I did after that?”

  “You kissed me good night under the stars and then went home to bed like a good boy.”

  “Or I drove around the corner and jacked off in my car.”

  She was fascinated. “Really?”

  “I flogged that bastard so hard the truck shook.”

  She giggled. “Next time at least let me watch the show.”

  This girl kept surprising me. I wanted to surprise her too.

  “Next time I’ll come all over your face and you’ll be part of the show.”

  She leaned up and flicked her tongue over my lips. “Are we crazy?” she whispered.

  I released her right wrist and instead used my hand to guide my dick where it belonged. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned as I pushed my way in and then answered her question.

  “We might be.”

  I wanted a good view of what Cadence Gentry looked like in her sexy underwear with her legs spread. I raised myself up on my palms so I could see everything while I pounded away. When she wanted it harder I gave it to her harder. When she came I kept my eyes on her face and then searched for a way to get that bustier thing off because I had something really nasty in mind. She was still coming down off her orgasm high but she helped undo the hooks in the back so I could push all that lace aside. Her eyes widened when she realized I’d pulled out of her, yanked off the condom and was aiming to come all over those pretty tits that I’d barely had the chance to touch all week. I was staking my claim. She was mine. And I’d gladly fight all the Fuckfaces in the world to keep her.

  “Damn, that was fucking good,” I panted as I climbed off and collapsed on the pillow beside her.

  Cadence braced herself on one elbow, gave me a sexy smile, then trailed one fingertip slowly over her semen-splattered chest before sticking it in her mouth. “It was fucking good,” she agreed.

  I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close for a sloppy kiss. “You’re dirty.”

  She slapped my ass. “You’re dirtier.”

  I ran my hand over the curve of her hip. “So are you the type who likes to cuddle afterwards?”

  “No, I’ve got a better idea.” Cadence pushed me to my back and swung a leg over my chest. She smirked down at me while moving my arms up over my head like she was trying to pin me down, which was laughable because I could have knocked her over with my little finger but it was cute how she wanted to be in control.

  Meanwhile, I hadn’t even caught my breath yet. “What do you think I am, Superman?”

  “You’d better be,” she warned. “To keep up with me.”

  I laughed. Not because the situation was funny but because it was fucking fantastic. Cadence was insanely sexy with a smart mouth, an epic body and a wild appetite. I just might be in paradise. If I were going to design my dream girl she would take the cake.

  I didn’t need much time to get revved up after all and for this round Cadence was determined to have things her way. She located another condom and rode me with her head thrown back and her tits bouncing while I tried to memorize every second because she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

  “Fuck, Tristan, you make me come so hard every time,” she gasped as she fell to pieces. I felt her dissolving in my arms, her energy all spent but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook until I got what I wanted. She was all sweaty and pliable as I flipped her over to her belly, seized her hips and admired the shape of her ass for a few seconds before plunging into her from behind and finishing with a series of hard thrusts before I collapsed.

  “I can’t believe how amazing you are,” she said in a drowsy voice that was half muffled by the pillow.

  I kissed her back, between her shoulder blades and down her spine. “And you’re gorgeous.”

  She rose up and peered at the cheap wall clock hanging above my closet. “I have a feeling we’re not going to make it to the football game tonight.”

  I never wanted to go to the stupid game in the first place. But I knew she did. I collected her in my arms and ran my fingers through her sweaty hair.

  “How about we’ll plan to go to the next one?” I offered.

  She was pleased, maybe because she liked making plans for the future. “Sure. I think the next home game is in three weeks.”

  “We’ll be there. I’l
l even stand up on the bleachers and wave my arms and chant the school song.”

  She giggled. “I’d pay to see that.”

  I squeezed a handful of her ass. “Since you’re paying I accept all kinds of currency.” I kissed her. “Let’s get out of here and do something though.”

  “What do you want to do? Drinks at the Cactus? Hot dogs at the gas station?”

  Neither of those things constituted a fantasy date. “Let’s go dancing.”

  “Dancing?” She was puzzled. “Did I miss the news about a hot new club opening up on Main Street?”

  “No.” I sprang to my feet and pulled her out of bed. “But I have a plan.”

  She squealed when I lifted her over my right shoulder and hauled her to the bathroom. A joint shower took longer than it should have, mostly because I dropped to my knees, hooked her leg over my shoulder and gave my tongue a workout between her legs until she could hardly remain standing. So she didn’t. We switched places with her on her knees and my dick in her face until I came in her mouth.

  A little while later she was toweling off her hair in the bedroom when I crept up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “You should stay the night.”

  She turned to me with a smile. “Way ahead of you. I have an overnight bag in the trunk of my car.”

  “Won’t your grandfather get all uptight or something?”

  “He’s not home. He took his girlfriend to Bisbee. They’ll be gone until Sunday morning.”

  If I hadn’t already come about six times in the last two hours I would have been hard as fuck again. Oh, the endless sex games that could be crammed into the hours between now and Sunday morning.

  My grin was a mile wide. “So you can stay until Sunday?”

  She was watching me over her shoulder and bit the corner of her lip, the first sign of uncertainty I’d seen from her. “If you want me to.”

  I tucked a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “I want you to.”

  She was happy. She kissed me and finished getting ready to go out. I hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed by what I had in mind tonight. Cadence was probably used to being wined and dined by the sort of guys that had most of the world at their feet and could buy off the rest. But then I figured if that was what she really wanted then she wouldn’t be down here in Emblem. With me.