Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) by Randi Everheart Read Free Book Online

caused by doing that.”
    He nodded, the idea of Victoria purposely ending his baby’s life gnawing a hole in his heart. She couldn’t have. There was no way. If he asked her that, and she said yes…
    He’d almost been a father to a little boy or girl. Christ, he didn’t even know which one. And he wouldn’t wait any longer to find out either. He rose.
    “Take my car,” said Connor, tossing him the keys.
    Tristan caught them and gave them all a look, seeing nothing but concern in their eyes. “I love you guys. It’s good to be back.”
    Chloe said, “We love you, too. Tristan. Give her the benefit of the doubt, and be nice, until you know the truth. And even then,” she added.
    He nodded, glad for their support, and left, having decided not to heed Quinn’s advice to wait. He needed to know now.
     
    * * *
     
    As moonlight crept across the room, Victoria lay face up and nude on her bed in the master bedroom, the pale light making her alabaster skin seem fragile and delicate. She felt that way, too, remembering the day’s events. The day had started peacefully enough, but then that frightening accident had shaken her and left bruises she’d only felt hours later. She’d exuded defiance at the time, mostly to bolster herself, but the accident had scared the shit out of her. The last thing she wanted was to die on a bike like her father had. Like Tristan might.
    He couldn’t do it now, though. His bike was parked out back, visible through the open window. A breeze fluttered the silk curtains. She smiled, amused by her theft, partly because, knowing she’d give the bike back, she didn’t take the deed seriously. He hadn’t seen that one coming. In all the time she’d known him, she hadn’t surprised him too many times, really, and she’d been astonished by how much she enjoyed surprising him now. Not at the time though. All she’d been able to think about was getting away from him before he finished stripping away what little resistance she had left. She wouldn’t survive being abandoned by him again, and so she’d closed the door on that possibility.
    Part of her had wanted to just dump his bike on the ground instead of parking it, taking out her frustration on it, but she couldn’t bring herself to hurt something he likely loved. But he loved it more than her. That was the crux of the matter. He’d left her for his motorcycle. Not the actual bike, of course, but the life it offered. A life different from the one in her arms, in her pussy, and in her heart. She’d let him into two of those places today, and as incredible as that had been, she was saving the third one for herself.
    Or for someone else. Someone who wouldn’t leave her like that. Sure, it was possible another guy could touch her expertly, but no one could ever melt her like Tristan did, and so if another guy left her, it wouldn’t practically kill her. Only the love of your life can destroy you like that, and despite what some people said, she didn’t think it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
    She let out a sigh and gazed out the window. Tristan’s saddlebags were still draped over the bike’s rear seat, and she knew he probably wasn’t happy about not having his things, but he’d live. His brothers could lend him whatever he needed, or he could buy it. If not, he’d just be forced to walk around naked.
    The image made her smile. An infuriated and naked Tristan Kendall pacing around, that beautiful tool of his swinging with every step, his ass tightly bunched, his abs sashaying side to side, those emerald green eyes smoldering behind stray locks of blonde hair dangling before them. Victoria grew wet between the legs and began touching herself, wishing he was here to do it himself. She hadn’t really gotten a good look at his body today. Not like she wanted. Maybe she’d make him get naked and on all fours when he showed up to get his bike, and grovel for it.
    At the thought, her dormant