Regretfully Read online

  “No. No, I do not. Take a deep breath, Mica. It’s just me and you.” I held her hand in mine and caressed her soft skin with my thumb.

  “Okay. It was probably obvious that I had a huge crush on you before I left. Never acted on it, obviously, but seeing you at the bar stirred something within me. I’ve always been the responsible one who followed the rules and did what was expected. I’m so tired of always being responsible.”

  “That’s why you brought me here? To have your way with me since you’re a pro surfer now and could probably have any guy you wanted?” I responded in all seriousness.

  “Well, I mean, no, it’s not like that. I just— ” I shut her up by leaning in and giving a chaste kiss, followed by a deeper, open mouthed kiss. Her hands found the back of my head and she started kneading and pulling on my hair.

  It felt fucking amazing to be able to feel wanted again. Her lips were soft and plump while her tongue took a moment to find a good rhythm. She definitely wasn’t an expert at it.

  Cami. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I deserved to live again. I wanted this. For the first time in almost a year, I wanted to be with someone.

  Grasping the hem of my shirt, Mica fumbled to pull it over my head. I smiled, thinking about how inexperienced she was. Standing up, I pulled on her top and she stood, raised her arms, and watched without movement as I took in her beautiful body.

  “Gorgeous, Mica. You have no idea what you do to the opposite sex, do you?” I questioned as I took a step closer, rubbing my erection against her flat stomach.

  “I don’t— I’ve always been the sister-type, never like this. Do you really want this? I don’t expect anything afterwards, but are you really attracted to me like that?” she murmured, so unsure of herself. Her hands landed on my bare chest and glided over my nipple piercings. The sensitivity was there, and I briefly thought about what it would feel like having her luscious lips wrapped around them.

  “Listen to me. Listen very carefully because you should already know this. You’re gorgeous, inside and out. We never saw you as our sister, but we all respected you, though. You were the one everyone wanted but never had a chance with. I could call up any of our surfing friends and they’d agree. Hell, the girls knew it, too. When one of the guys started working up the nerve to ask you out on a date, the others would warn about what would happen if you got hurt. I guess we all kinda cock blocked you.” I rubbed my neck, realizing how we were back then. “I’m sorry for that.”

  “You’re not going to cock block me now are you?” Smiling wide and looking straight into my eyes, her flirtation was back in full force. Lowering her hand to the buttons on my shorts, she undid them one by one, without ever breaking eye contact.

  “Cock block? Nope. Give you the best night you’ve ever had? Yes.” I ripped off my shorts and led her down the hall. I opened two doors before reaching her bedroom and pulled her into me as soon as the door shut. Watching her chest rise and fall in quick succession, I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her up.

  Using the wall for support, she wrapped her legs around me like she’d done it a hundred times before. Her shorts were thin, and my dick was peeking out of my boxer briefs. Grinding against her was almost involuntary as she started wiggling her hips to find a better position.

  “Oh, wow! It’s been so long, Tristen. It feels so good. Please, whatever that is, do more,” she begged.

  “Whatever this is? You mean? Have you ever gotten off before?” Surely, I had misunderstood.

  “I mean, I’ve had sex. Just not— good sex. You rubbing up against me is driving me wild, Tristen. I want more.”

  “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll help you out, I promise. You have to trust me, though, okay?” I carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. This needed to be slow and intimate for her.

  “I can do that.” After unbuttoning her shorts, I slid them down along with her thin cotton thong and tossed them on the floor. I set my sights on a smooth pussy, except for a small triangle of hair that was trimmed short.

  I gave her a questioning look. “Just in case. I wanted to be prepared.” I laughed at that. She kept herself clean and prepped for a night like this. It saddened me to think of her being alone for so long. She was a sweet girl who deserved to have someone show her how much she was worth.

  “Alright. I can take that answer. Open up for me; use my shoulders to put your legs on if you need.” She did as asked, and I used my thumb and pointer finger to spread her open, growling as I saw her glistening wetness.

  I used my pointer finger to trace her folds and brush over her clit, causing a gasp from the bed. I worked my way into her slick entrance, and she was tight like a vice. As I worked her over as slow and gentle as I could, she began rocking her hips and pushing into my fingers. Testing her out, I switched and began rubbing her nub while spearing her with my tongue.

  “Oh, my God, Tristen! Just like that. Oh, it feels so good,” Mica called out as she grabbed my hair and tugged. “Let me return the favor.” She tried getting up, but I pushed her back to the bed.

  “Nu, uh. You haven’t come yet, darling. Let it go, relax, and just feel.” I switched so that my fingers were inside of her, and I suckled and nibbled on her clit, driving her mad.

  “It’s too much! I- I- oh fuck! Don’t stop, oh fuck yes, Tristen!” she screamed as she reached her climax. I continued stroking her slowly as I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, and I gently guided her back down to reality.

  “You’re honestly saying you’ve never experienced that before?” I asked as I wiped my face, slid off my boxers, and got up to lie on the bed beside her. My cock stood tall, waiting patiently for his turn.

  “Never, ever. Wow.” Her breathing was still heavy, but she had a permanent smile on her face.

  Cami. I felt the betrayal deep in my chest. I wanted to stop what was happening but knew I needed to try to push through it, to get past the barrier, so that I knew I could actually move on.

  “This isn’t going to become a thing, you know that right?” I asked, just to make sure I hadn’t given the wrong impression.

  “Yeah, I do know. I’m okay with it and am glad it’s with you. I went to Osmond’s in hopes of getting out there and meeting someone new. You’re not new, but it was a pleasant surprise. With touring and everything, I don’t have time for a steady relationship.”

  She rolled toward me and straddled my lap. “I like these. Do they hurt?”

  “The piercings? No, not anymore. I forget about them most of the time.”

  “Can I touch them?” she asked timidly. I smiled at her naivety.

  “Yeah, Mica. Go for it.” I lifted my arms and settled them behind my head, propping up to give myself a view.

  She lowered herself and took one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking lightly and twirling her tongue around the bar. It felt nice, honestly. Paying the same attention to the other side, I closed my eyes briefly, missing the touch of another person. Her lips were soft and became more confident with each suck.

  “Does it turn you on? Me doing that?” She lifted up and questioned sensually.

  “You being on top of me, naked, doing that turns me the fuck on, Mica. I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but I am dying to be inside you right now,” I answered.

  “Yeah?”

  “Hell yeah, baby.” I moved her a little lower so she was sitting on my hard cock. She jumped once she reached the undeniable arousal underneath her cheeks.

  “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry! Does it hurt for me to sit on it?” She furrowed her brows in worry.

  I would laugh, but she was dead serious. Poor thing. “Does it hurt for your pussy to be sitting on my hard cock? Babe, it only hurts that it’s under you but not in you. Wanna fix that problem?” I grasped her hips and lifted just a touch so that she could feel me move beneath her slick entrance. If I wanted to, I could have slid right in, with her being covered in her own juices from the orgasm I had just given her.

  Reaching for
the nightstand, she pulled out a foil wrapper and had me sheathed in no time.

  “Whatever you want. This should be an enjoyable experience for both of us. Do you have a preferred position? Something that gets you— oh wait— you haven’t gotten off during sex. Hmm, come ‘ere.” I laid her on her side but still facing me and slid in between her legs. “This leg over mine, babe.” I assisted in putting her upper leg over mine and guided myself into her, just the tip at first though.

  “Oh, my. It’s so thick, Tristen. Be gentle with me.” She scooted an inch closer, giving me enough of a go ahead to start working into her. She was tight like a glove, fitting around me perfectly.

  “You feel amazing, Mica. Just relax for me. You won’t want gentle in a minute.” Once I was fully inside, I began pumping into her in a steady rhythm, using her face as my guide. She liked it when I pressed my thumb against her clit and made the most beautiful face of pure bliss as she started to unravel. “Not yet.”

  Pulling out of her warmth, I stood next to the edge of the bed and grabbed her calves to pull her closer to the edge.

  “I’m going to fall!” she yelped as her ass left the bed.

  “No, just trust me. Remember?” I held her legs and spread her wide open. “You won’t fall, and if you start to, I’ll only get deeper inside you.” I winked at her, rubbing her clit with the tip of my head.

  “No teasing, Tristen, just stick it in!”

  “Oh, this?” I kept rubbing my cock up and down, putting pressure against her sensitive nub.

  “Fuck! Yes, that! I want you inside me when I come again. Please?” Mica begged, giving me puppy dog eyes of desperation.

  Without response, I plunged back in and started a faster, deeper rhythm and kept her legs spread up high.

  “Mmm, that’s it. Holy hell, yes! Oh God, yes!” I could feel how close she was. I was trying desperately to wait for her, but it was getting harder and harder, literally. She felt so fucking amazing that I was ready to blow.

  “Fuckk! Mica, come for me.” My rhythm was lost and I pounded into her as I came, rubbing her clit and praying that she came along with me.

  “Shit. I’m sorry. I tried to wait, but it’s been a while and my ability to control, that, isn’t what it used to be. Did you?”

  “Mhm.” She nodded quietly while smiling widely. She reached for my arms to pull me closer.

  “Let me get this thing off first. I’ll be right back.” I started to pull out of her so that I could go to the bathroom, but she rejected my request.

  “Please? Can’t you just toss it?”

  “I don’t see a trash can, and I try not to get my jizz all over a girl’s carpet; I prefer it on or in her. Two seconds. Then we can lay together. Deal?”

  Mica nodded without a fight, and after settling back in beside her, she confessed about how inexperienced she was and how she didn’t realize what she was missing. With her being only with two other guys, one of whom was a shit-faced drunk, her knowledge in the bedroom was minimal.

  I never told her anything about Cami, and she didn’t ask about her, which was surprising. I left a while later after she was settled and started to get sleepy. I felt completely sober and called a cab bring me home.

  It was once I got into my own bed that the guilt rushed in with vengeance. What had I done? I was so reckless. Mica knew Cami, and I just got done fucking her. I grabbed my chest as the pain ripped through. The inner turmoil between my head and heart kept me up throughout the entire night.

  When would the pain lessen?

  Tristen had no idea how irresistible he was. It was like he was blind to all the women around him that were gawking at him and vying for his attention. He either didn’t care about the opposite sex, had horrible game (or awesome game, depending on how you looked at it), didn’t realize how fine of a specimen he really was, or he was gay. I knew he wasn’t gay, but it would almost make more sense.

  Sutter had a medical conference in Seattle to go to, and I really wanted to go to a local vineyard that my friends kept raving about. Tristen had whined about how Sutter should be the one to go with me, but in the end, I won, and he agreed to go. If Sutter went with me, it would have turned into a weekend filled with him educating me on all the random shit he knew about wine. I just wanted to go and have fun.

  When we got there, we were signed up for tour along with two couples and what looked to be a girls’ weekend for a group of three women. I was just excited to get away for the weekend and having Tristen by my side was just an added bonus.

  “Aria, I’m out of my element here. I don’t know a thing about wine, and they keep asking what kind I like and what flavors I look for,” Tristen mumbled even though I had already figured that out. His response, when asked about flavors, was ‘red’. Red was not a flavor.

  “Just try it all and swirl it around if it’s a red wine and sniff it before you take a sip. Oh, and it’s okay to spit, but swallow if you really liked it,” I told him in the most serious tone I could muster up.

  “I’m pretty sure the girls over there need to be told that, not me. And why the hell would I spit? You got us a driver for a reason, so we could get shit-faced drunk and forget about our troubles. Spitters are quitters, Aria. Remember that.” He finished his argument and waited a few seconds before letting himself laugh at our banter.

  “Whatever, champ, just know, I don’t deal with drunks. I’ll pass you off to the girls who are eye-fucking you right now, and I’m sure they’ll take real good care of you.”

  After being told about the history of the vineyard and the process of how their wine was made, we were directed down to the cellar. The girl with deep chocolate brown hair with natural waves had been walking close to him and accidently brushing up against him but was having no such luck.

  He needed a nudge, and she seemed sweet enough. Just as we turned the corner to look at another section of the cellar, I not so subtly shoved him into her.

  “I’m so sorry,” he apologized quickly and looked back at me and mouthed what the fuck to me before turning back to the victim and using his hands to make sure she wasn’t hurt. As he looked down, she whispered thank you to me and winked.

  At least you couldn’t say I was a cock blocker.

  “I’m okay, I promise. Make it up to me with dinner?” brown hair chick asked while Tristen slid his hands in his pant pockets.

  “I— uh. I’m busy?” Tristen pondered.

  “He isn’t, actually. Considering you haven’t offered a timeframe.” I looked from her biting her lip to Tristen, shuffling his shoes on the floor like a school kid. “He’s quite shy, homeschooled by his grandma. How about you give him your number and we— he’ll be in touch.”

  “Oh, well, okay then.” She pulled out a sharpie and wrote her name on a Post-it note and peeled it off the stack. Who keeps a Post-it in their purse? “Can’t wait.” She winked and rejoined her friends.

  Once they were a few feet away from us, I looked down and stared at her note. I elbowed Tristen in the ribs upon reading her name.

  “Ouch, what the fuck?” He furrowed his brows as he pretended to be paying attention to the tour guide.

  “Look! Tristen, look!” I pointed down at the neon pink square.

  “Really? I get a girl’s number, and her name is fucking ‘Elixix’. How do you say it even?” Tristen rubbed his thumb over the numbers while I said the name in my head a few times.

  “I think you say it like you would Alexis but with a sensual voice and lots of sighs. See— E-lix-ixxx,” I said, drawing out the ending like a moan.

  That earned me a gorgeous green-eyed stare from Tristen.

  “What?” I questioned. He was the one who got a porn star’s number.

  “You suck.”

  “Very well, actually,” I quirked. I was tired of his mood.

  “Oh, yeah? I’m not sure I believe you,” Tristen came back. Well, shit! I wasn’t expecting him to play along.

  “I’m sure there’s one way to prove it,” I whispered
in his ear. Hovering there for a few seconds, I heard his inhale and subsequent swallow.

  Grabbing my waist, he leaned up flush against me and responded. “Ten months, Aria. Ten fucking months, I’ve been alone! No one to comfort me or to wake up next to. You know this, and you think that’s what I would want? What I would settle for? I’m dealing with this in my own way and if I wanted a quick fuck, I can find it just fine without your assistance. You clearly don’t know me very well.” He stepped back and walked away. Away from the tour. Away from me.

  The day Sutter got home from his trip, something was immediately off. He was usually excited to share his weekend with me and talk about everything he learned. This time, he set his bags down and left, not coming back until I had already fallen asleep.

  The next three days passed by with the same avoidance. He barely spoke a full sentence to me the entire time. It was like I was invisible. It wasn’t until we were eating dinner on Wednesday when it all came to a head.

  “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? That I didn’t already see the signs?” Sutter alleged without looking up from his plate.

  I wasn’t sure where he was going with it and was taken off guard. I’d gotten used to the silence and hearing his voice brought me out of my own thoughts.

  “What are you talking about, babe?” I looked at him and tried reading him. His shoulders were slouched, but his entire body was tense. The grip on his fork was making his knuckles turn white, and I knew at that moment, that he knew.

  “Don’t pretend you’re innocent. It’s one thing to make me watch you flirt with him on our trip to Disney, but another to have to hear about your frolicking by friends. I figured you’d at least be smart enough not to do it in public. I mean, the beach down the street isn’t where I’d choose to go if I were having an affair.” Sutter threw the fork on the table and stood up hastily.

  “We aren’t having an affair!”

  “Liar! Ryan saw you at the vineyard and sent me photos! You went on a weekend getaway with the fucker! How long have you been sleeping with him?” he roared in anger, marching back and forth across the kitchen floor, pulling at his hair.