Protect & Serve(97)

“I was wrong,” she whispered. “And so long as we’re still in London we’ll be getting looks for the way that we feel for one another. I want to go away—with you.”

“What? Where could we possibly go? Everything we have is here in London,” I said, looking all around. “Your whole entire business is here.”

“Tina can handle everything,” she assured me again, caressing my cheek. “And as far as location… I was thinking that France would be fun.”

“We’re moving very fast,” I said, eyebrows raised, wary of the sudden speed that we were moving. I loved her, but this eagerness to bind ourselves together was hard for me to handle. I was never used to women actually wanting to tie themselves down to a guy like me. “Moving to some foreign country together? Living together?”

“We have a few years of lost time to make up,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine. “Why take it slow?”

I closed my eyes as our lips met, my shoulders relaxing into the sensation of her body pressing against my own. For the briefest of moments I fretted about who might see the two of us together, but the longer her lips pressed to mine the less I seemed to care. All of my insecurities began to ebb away as I felt my Gwennie’s arms wrapping around the back of my neck.





21





EPILOGUE





Months after Tristan and I absconded to France, my youngest brother was born, a pretty-looking baby whom my mother named George… Not that my mother ever told us about the birth. We’d heard about it months after that from some tabloid. There were rumors that the child was never Lord Wolfe’s and how the two of them were sleeping in separate rooms.

“Glad to be far from any of that nonsense,” Tristan whispered as the two of us lounged across a comfortable lawn chair side by side. The mid-day sun was in the sky as we basked in its warmth together.

We’d moved into a flat in Paris, the Eiffel tower in view on the horizon. It was everything a girl could have wanted when she imagined herself living in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

“Think any of it’s true?” I asked, gently running my fingers along his bicep as we lay with one another.

“I couldn’t care any less,” he said, laughing as he turned to press his lips to mine tenderly. “I have you, and that’s all that I have to worry about.”

“You’re right,” I whispered soothingly. “They’ve taken up enough of our lives.”

I’d been left in relative peace ever since I’d left London in favor of Paris. Our absconding across the channel had raised a few headlines at first, but before we knew it we were old news by London’s standards. Everyone was looking for the next big scandal, and ours had had its fifteen seconds of the spotlight. We were slowly drifting into obscurity, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Once I’d left I put Tina in charge of the day-to-day activities at the company, promoting her to CEO as I stepped back into a silent ownership role from my new home. After the dust had settled concerning Tristan and I’s affair we found that my client list had not been nearly as decimated as I had expected, with a good number of members of the upper class still happily accepting my company’s services. With business back home still booming, I felt that it was high time that I let myself relax.

I breathed a sigh of contentment as I let my hands begin to wander over Tristan’s body, allowing my fingers to gently caress the minute curves of his abs and down along his side. I followed those Adonis lines all the way down between his hips, caressing the soft mass of his cock, just barely running my fingers along its length, entertaining the idea of rousing it from its sleep to feel it filling me in the most intimate of ways.

Tristan moaned out ever so softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the slow, deliberate attention I paid to his slowly awakening dick. I couldn’t help but smile as he began to grow as I took him into my hand, wrapping it around his base and slowly starting to stroke him.

“Weren’t you just taken care of?” he asked, a wide grin splitting his face. It was true, only a few hours earlier Tristan had held me down as he plowed that massive cock inside of me, slamming in as hard as he could until my knees buckled. I bit down on my lip, already feeling my womanhood start to slicken with lust.

“Maybe I want more,” I purred, squeezing softly on his considerable girth as I continued to stroke his massive cock. “I’m always so hungry for it, lately… I can’t help it.”

Tristan laughed, a slow, melting laugh that made a shiver run up my spine and then back down between my thighs. I bit down harder on my bottom lip and whimpered, my nails ever-so-gently raking along the underside of his arm as I began to brush my lips over his skin.