Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Read Free Book Online Page B

eyes are locked on mine as he grips his empty glass in his hand.
    Just then, Frankie wraps his arms around me, laughing about something. I look up at him for only a moment when my eyes drift to the side, back at Tristan. He’s already stalking his way over to us and my core clenches as my stomach rushes with liquid heat. I know he’s already coming for me. My heart starts racing even more as blood rapidly pumps through it. Frankie stops laughing at whatever when Tristan comes into view.
    “Bye, girl,” Frankie whispers at me through the side of his mouth, stepping away right when Tristan reaches out for my arm, giving me this crooked, panty dropping grin.
    “Hey,” I whisper breathlessly up at him.
    Tristan’s eyes narrow on mine.
    “Hey,” is all he says back.
    He grips my arm gently, but his voice sounds rough. He starts leading me through the crowd, heading toward the stairs. Tristan breathes heavily down my neck as I take my first step up, my senses taking in the whiskey on his breath.
    “Whatever you have going on behind those gorgeous eyes of yours, I'm going to fuck right out of you.”
    Holy shit!

Chapter Five
     
    Tristan
     
    She might not be able to see me, but I know for a fucking fact that my girl can feel me. She stands beside Frankie, smiling at him with that smile I swear to God would stop any man’s heart.
    Bringing the chilled glass up to my lips, I keep my eyes on her, watching hers scan the room. I know she’s looking for me and just then, her head turns and her eyes find mine. Fuck. My cock hardens as I drink her in... leather pants so fucking tight on that sweet ass of hers. I have to control myself to not pound into her right here, but I can admit I won’t be able to wait for the hotel either. I need her now.
    Stalking toward her, I’m able to reach her in a few steps, pressing my chest against her small back. She fits into me fucking perfectly.
    “Tristan, what are you doing?”
    She leans back against my chest, nervously trying to keep her voice down. No point, because in a matter of fucking minutes, everyone here will hear her screaming my name.
    “Just keep going,” I say roughly in her ear before nipping her earlobe.
    Sophia pauses on the top step for just a moment as her body quivers in my hold. Not loosening my grip, I walk her up to the first door I see. The inside of me is raging with how fucking bad I want to get inside of her.
    With my other hand, I give the knob a twist before yanking Sophia in. She’s so small that sometimes I have to control myself. She stumbles in just as I kick the door shut behind me, making a loud bang as it latches.
    “What the fu-” 
    “Strip!” I bark back at her.
    Fuck, calm down, man. I try to repeat this to myself in my head, but Christ! Sophia’s eyebrows pinch together as the corner of her sexy mouth lifts up.
    “You’re drunk,” she says matter-of-factly.
    “Not yet,” I growl at her, grabbing the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head in one swift move, almost ripping the damn thing. “But I will be.”
    She hesitantly takes a step back as if I’m some fucking caged animal. She’s got one thing right about that thought; I’m gonna fuck her hard like an animal. Her eyes widen the closer I get.
    “Y-yes, you are...”
    “No, I’m not, Sophia. But once I have a drink from that sweet pussy of yours, I will definitely be fucked up.”
    Sophia stands paralyzed at my words that I know for a fact have that little clit of hers humming.
    Not giving her a second longer, I step into her space, gripping the back of her head with one hand as I tower over her, crashing my mouth down on hers. She whimpers into my mouth as I grab her full tit with my other hand, feeling the soft, full flesh underneath my fingertips.
    I need more. Breaking away harshly from our kiss, I drop to my knees, taking the sides of her tight as hell pants she has on. Gripping tightly, I yank with all of the force I have down her thighs, actually causing the