All or Nothing at All(105)

Everything inside shifted, cracked open, and poured out of his soul.

She loved him.

In one swift movement, he pushed her legs up and claimed her in one hard thrust.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his entire body shuddering as he fought for control. Buried to the hilt, he felt her squeeze his cock mercilessly with her wet heat, and her nails dug deep into his shoulders, drawing blood. He clutched her hips, holding her in place as he pinned her to the mattress, his hungry gaze devouring her face, devouring her submission. 

Her name sighed from his lips.

Then he moved.

He fucked her with total abandon, giving her as much as she gave him, claiming her completely with each hard, deep stroke. Lowering his head, he took her mouth, plunging his tongue inside the silky wet cave, drunk on the taste of her. Her body tightened underneath him, and she cried out in a throaty gasp he swallowed whole. When she shattered completely, he threw his head back and roared with abandon, emptying his seed, jerking helplessly from the brutal release.

Afterward, he held her tight, his hand stroking her hair. They lay in the darkness, not speaking, limbs entangled, breath mingling together.

She loved him.

He couldn't deny how the words affected him. His soul practically shuddered with satisfaction and the knowledge they belonged together. There'd never been another woman in his life who completed him. Each one before was a shadow of Sydney, a reminder of what he'd never be able to have again.

But now he could.

It was as if she'd held the secret part of his heart for all these years and had given it back tonight.

She waited for him to return the words and end the complicated game they'd been playing for too long. He needed to tell her he loved her.

The declaration hovered on his lips, just like it had that night eight years ago, when she asked him for something bigger. Something to make her go with him. Something to make him stay.

And once again, he said nothing.

They were married now. They were happy. They'd become a true family in every way it counted. Wasn't that what was most important?

Tristan pulled her closer with shaking hands and tried to pretend it didn't matter.

Eventually they fell asleep without saying another word.





chapter twenty-five




Can you drive Becca to gymnastics tonight?" she asked, sliding blueberry waffles into the toaster. "I have a few meetings and a conference call with Adam."

He paused to study her, a slight frown creasing his elegant brow. "Sure, but this is the third night in a row. Do you need some extra help?"

She forced a smile, pouring some orange juice for Becca. "Just nearing crunch time. Want to make sure everything's perfect, and I need to help Charlie a bit at the office."

"You're doing an amazing job, Syd," he said seriously. "We've already got three houses complete and right on schedule. Cushman is happy. The suppliers are getting what they want. I'm just worried you're pushing yourself too hard."

"I can handle it." She rechecked Becca's backpack, slid in an extra bottle of water, and called her down to breakfast. "Appreciate it."

Her daughter skipped down the massive staircase, hair in a perfect ponytail. "Look, Mama, guess who did my hair this morning?"

Sydney stopped to study Becca, tapping her finger against her lip. "Hmm, Mr. Ted Bear? Or Barbie?"

"Daddy! Didn't he do good this time?"

Sydney laughed, taking in her husband's beaming face. "Yes, he did great," she said, her heart wrenching a bit. "You've come a long way since the recital."

"I just stay away from pink sparkles."

Becca giggled, sliding into her chair and keeping up her chattery morning conversation. Sydney concentrated on the familiar chaos, loving the banter among them all around the breakfast table. They had finally settled into their own routine. Days slipped by and melted into one another in a blur of happiness, laughter, and productivity. Tristan embraced his role as father and husband with a grace that humbled her. As time passed, Sydney admitted that from the outside, they had a perfect marriage and family.




 

 

Yet she still longed for more.

Every night, he wrung orgasms from her body and she spilled words of love from her lips. Every night, he gave her his body with a fierce devotion and passion she couldn't fight.

And every morning, he slipped a little further away from her.

Her marriage was a facade. It was as if the years had dissipated and left her the same young woman who allowed him to protect his heart for too long before walking away. Back then, it had been enough. She would've settled for any crumb of his affection.

Now Sydney knew she deserved more.

Soon she'd have to make a decision.

"I'll meet you over there this afternoon?" he asked, straightening his tie. "I have a closing today."