Her Reckless Rockstar by Gena Snow

Chapter 14

 

Tristan

 

 

 

I gaze at the woman in a sapphire blue cocktail dress and a pair of silver sandals across the room, speaking to my brother Jared.

My mom insisted on a little celebration after I surprised them with the news of my marriage. So here we are, having a family gathering at my dad’s house. Avery’s only family is Harper, whom I’ve met soon after we came back from Vegas a week ago, and who’s obviously stolen Nick’s heart already. The bastard hasn’t taken his eyes off the girl the moment I brought her to the party. Damn. I need to tell him to back off from my wife’s sister.

My wife. I repeat the term in my head again like I’ve done so many times in the past week, and I’m filled with pride. She’s so beautiful. She had her hair done to an elegant French Twist, although I would prefer her to let the unruly mane loose. But I know she tries to look sophisticated for the occasion because she doesn’t want to let me down.

Avery is the most considerate woman I know. It isn’t a surprise considering she’s been the head of her household since she was only fifteen. This young woman has always put others first. She told me she hated working at the bar and flaunting her body to get tips but kept the job because of the money. I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t have to work there again.

The fact she considers our marriage an impulse that doesn’t mean to last saddens me. No. I vow silently. I’m not going to let it end at all. I’ll do what I can to keep her. She’s an angel, and she is mine.

Jealousy suddenly possesses me as I see her laugh with Jared. Jared was her professor. Avery told Hailey she thought him hot, and I didn’t like it.

I’m going to go over to interrupt their conversation when I hear my mom’s voice.

“I’m so happy for you, Tristan. Avery is a lovely girl.”

I smile. I’ve dated a few girls before, and my mom never had good opinions about them.

“Thank you, Mom.” I haven’t told my family the truth behind the marriage yet because I don’t want them to interfere.

However, I don’t want to give them false hope either.

“I feel I don’t deserve her,” I say honestly.

“Nonsense,” she chides. “You deserve the best.”

I’m not lying. Looking back, my whole life is pretty privileged. Although my childhood hadn’t been perfect, I enjoyed the comfort and luxury most people couldn’t have. Look at Avery. I never had to work as hard as she did. True, it took me a while to establish my band, and I worked hard for that, I went through frustration and disappointment because of that, and I paid dearly for my success. I compromised freedom, and I suffered depression and substance abuse, but at least I made it. Life has been fair to me, and I want Avery to have a share of my success.

“How am I going to keep her, Mom?” I mumble.

She hugs me and pats my back. “You show her you love her. Be faithful to her.”

I nod. I can do that.

 

After the party, I let Nick take Harper home after giving him a warning. And then I drive Avery to my house.

I’ve been living in this grand mansion on top of the hill for years. I didn’t inherit it but purchased it using the money I earned from my music career.

Avery is still getting used to the vast estate. She shakes her head from time to time when she gazes at the valley scenery surrounding our house.

“I’ve never for the life of me imagined I would live in a house like this,” she says when we’re sitting at the balcony that overlooks the estate illuminated by lights.

“Sounds like you won the marriage lottery,” I joke, subtly trying to convince her to stay with me.

She chuckles. The evening breeze rustles her hair. Driven by an impulse, I reach to undo her bun and let her hair spill.

She gasps. “I spent an hour doing my hair!”

“You don’t need it anymore, baby. I like it better this way,” I say in a gruff voice betraying my lust.

She shudders and turns her head to look away, but I grab her shoulder and pull her to me.

I gaze into her eyes while stroking her back, watching those dark brown jewels turn dreamy. Since she doesn’t struggle, my eyes fall on her lips, and I bend toward them.

They taste sublime, a bit of the wine she had at dinner, sweet and intoxicating.

She whimpers and parts her lips to suck on mine. My hand roams over her round ass with greed. She’s so soft and inviting. The dress is long, but there’s a slit, I reach it, and soon I’m feeling her smooth skin.

My boner is pressing against her tummy, and she grinds on it. I groan and unzip her dress, and then I push the straps of her dress down, exposing her gorgeous tits right away. Fuck me. Her erect points are begging to be tasted. I fall on my knees and I savor the rose buds with greed.

Avery writhes against the balustrade, turning the balcony into my favorite spot in the house.

“Take me to bed, Tristan,” Avery demands.

I don’t hesitate. I sweep her into my arms and carry her into my bedroom.

It’s been a week since we live together, but we haven’t shared the same bedroom because she says our marriage isn’t real. Hell, we haven’t had sex since Vegas and it’s been killing me. I get a rise just to see her in her pajamas, knowing she must be braless and wondering whether she’s wearing panties. Whenever I hear her shower faucet running, it’s all I can do not to turn into a peeping Tom.

So, I’m taking this chance seriously.

I place her on the bed and remove her dress, and then I swallow as I drink in the sight of her curves covered by a tiny thong. The fabric is already drenched and I can smell her intoxicating scent.

I want to yank it off her and spread her open already, but I hold my urge. I need to make it good. I owe her that. The night in Vegas, I was too excited to be patient, and it didn’t take us long. And then we were too drunk after the “wedding party” to remember what we did later.

“What’re you waiting for?” she says in a seductive voice that drives me mad.

I smirk and unbutton my shirt. “I’m going to strip for you, baby.” I don’t even know where the idea came from because I’ve never done it before. But since words are out, I can’t take them back and have to improvise.

She giggles. “Seriously?”

“Just watch.” I take off my shirt slowly, undoing my button one by one, before yanking it off me.

Avery’s eyes turn to saucers. I smirk and roll my hips, turning to show her my ribs and my back. I kiss her while letting her touch my bare skin.

I then unbuckle my belt and toss it at her. I unzip my pants slowly and shimmy them onto the ground. I do the body roll while moving toward her, making her gulp. She reaches out to kiss my bulge as I thrust out my lower body right under her nose, but I tease her by withdrawing right away. I turn and wave my ass at her. She grabs it this time and gives my cheek a playful swat.

I dance, swing my hips, and turn around a few times, letting her enjoy the view of my butt. And then I tug at my waistband, teasing her. I hear Avery coo. “You’re such a bad boy, Tris.”

I enjoy seeing the lust in her eyes. They turn me on.

But when she reaches to squeeze her nipple, I lose it. I yank off my briefs and let my hardness spring free.

Avery gasps. “Oh my God!”

“Like what you see, baby?”

Instead of answering, she coos and shoves her finger into her panties, and touches herself. I hear the squeaking sound she makes.

“Fuck me,” I growl and climb onto the bed.

I straddle her, strip her panties and spread her legs.

I smash my mouth on hers, sucking her soft lips with greed and tasting her mouth with urgency. She moans as she wiggles her sexy body against mine. Her soft breasts caress my muscles and make me even harder.

I pull back and admire the two white peaches with beautiful pink tips for a moment. And then, I stroke them and mold them, enjoying the sensual and responsive texture. I pinch her nipples and make her wince, watching the lust in her eyes. Then I dive down to suck them ravenously, and her moans make me even hungrier.

I kiss her all the way across her snowy belly, taste her cute belly button, and stroke her halo of hair. I part her thighs and bury my face between them. I run my tongue over her folds while inhaling her musky scent. She raises her legs to make herself more accessible. I twirl my tongue around her clit, and she wiggles more. “Oooh, Tristan, l love it,” she mumbles.

Soon her girly juice drips onto my chin and her thigh. I move my face away from her to lick her juice off my lips. Still cupping her soft breast with one hand, I hold my hardness in the other and nudge it against his hot opening. She gasps right away and spreads wider for me, inviting me with her shimmering eyes and pouting lips.

I groan and leave her for a second to put on a condom. As soon as I’m done, I push the tip of my manhood inside of her, feeling her walls clenching and gripping me. The rest of me slides in effortlessly.

I locate her most sensitive spot on her wall by the expression of her eyes and the volume of her moans, and I rub the tip of my shaft over it again and again. She wiggles and moans. God, I love the sight and the sound. And thank God I have the skills to pleasure this little woman, my wife.

“Tell me you’re mine, Avery,” I demand.

She pauses for a moment, staring at me wide-eyed, and then she says in a throaty voice, “I’m yours, Tristan.”

I bend down to lick her snowy mounds while thrusting at the same time. Pleasuring her is my job and I want to see the satisfaction in her eyes. Her tiny whimpers are gospels to my ear. I watch her eye turn dark and I know she’s mine by the look.  She’s not just a temporary wife to me. She’s going to be mine forever. I vow silently as I plunge faster and deeper until her thighs quiver and her body jerks. She arches her back, squeezes her eyes, and moans out my name. A jet of her feminine juice spurts out and wraps around me. As if on cue, my cock throbs and releases right away.