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

libido, now awakened, sprang to life with wild, carefree ease. She traced a finger along her belly to the firm mounds of her breasts, which she squeezed, sending spikes of pleasure up into her nipples. Moaning deep in her throat, she licked her fingers and then gently pinched each nipple, turning them slowly and wishing Tristan was doing that to her. Her nipples hardened as she began to tug at them, a fire growing in her womanhood.
    With one hand, she caressed her inner thigh and gasped as her pussy reacted. Teasing herself, she spread her legs and outlined her outer lips, damp with moisture. She parted her wet folds and found her clit begging for attention. She imagined it was Tristan’s tongue on her sensitive nub, twirling around it. Slickness dampened her fingers before she knew it.
    Within minutes of giving herself the attention she desired, she came quietly, softly, but deeply, a low moan escaping her. Dreams of happier times with Tristan filled her mind and heart as she drifted off in a reverie to an early sleep, trying to ignore the realities of her life for a time. Everyone needs a break from the truth. She’d had enough of that for one day.
    Sometime later, she awoke to a firm knocking at the front door. The sound had intruded upon her sleep and incorporated itself into her dreams, which gave her the impression it had been going on for some time, accompanied by someone calling her name. But now it stopped. She sat up, feeling vulnerable. Sometimes she heard noises at night, but this was different, and though the knocking had ceased, she felt unnerved and like she should check the house just for her peace of mind. Rising, she took a thin, short robe from a chair and draped it over herself, tying it closed. She likely had nothing to worry about. After all, whoever it was had knocked. That’s not something people up to no good usually do. Or so she thought.
    Stepping into the dark, hardwood hallway, Victoria walked past the hall bathroom, her old bedroom, and in between the kitchen and living room, wishing she had a house alarm for times like this. Not that this had happened before. A man in her bed would’ve also come in handy, too, but she could take care of herself pretty well.
    She left the lights off, since the knocking had stopped and she now intended to not answer the door, but see who was probably walking away. She assumed they’d be back in their car by now, but on peeking through the little window beside the door, she saw no vehicle out front. She hadn’t heard one pull away, either.
    Suddenly she froze. From behind her at the rear of the house, it sounded like a door had creaked open, but she couldn’t be sure. Her breath quickened, but she tried to tell herself it was nothing. She could just run out of the house, but that would be silly unless someone was really there. Protection would be nice just in case, but the gun was in the bedroom, too far to be useful now. The kitchen was closer. She padded over quietly, wishing for an angle to see if anyone was really there.
    Once in the kitchen, she grabbed a frying pan. She ached for her smartphone, left by the bed. There’d be no calling the police as she’d had the landline disconnected to save a few bucks. They wouldn’t take me seriously if all I heard was a noise anyway , she thought.
    Victoria moved to her old bedroom’s doorway, but a glance inside suggested no one was in there. She went in anyway, needing the peace of mind her investigation would bring. She’d heard noises in the house before. That came with the territory of a house built in the 1970s, but something about the knocking on the front door made her apprehensive. The room was empty, however, and she returned to the hallway before glancing in the hall bath. Nothing. She headed back toward the master bedroom nearer the rear of the house, her guard slowly dropping. Apparently she was just being overly cautious.
    And then, just before she reached the opening to the master bedroom, she