Sierra’s invite to join her and Tristan. When Tristan said he was ready to leave, I silently said a prayer of thanks. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to stay and watch him and Sierra together. I already felt like I wanted to get sick.
“Ryn? Are you even listening to me?” Dodge shouted over the music.
Looking at him I smiled. “It’s the music. It’s really loud.” He smiled and nodded his head. “Want to leave?”
“I think so,” I said as I nodded my head. After seeing Tristan and Sierra together, I was no longer in the mood for dancing. Grabbing my purse, I slipped out of the booth and began making my way out of the club and to Dodge’s truck. Dodge took my hand in his as we walked silently through the parking lot.
The image of Tristan’s hand up Sierra’s dress filled my mind. As I stepped into Dodge’s truck, I grabbed his hand. Smiling I said, “I want you.”
Leaning into the truck, Dodge kissed me softly. “Your wish is my command.”
Dodge jogged around the truck, got in and headed back to the house I was renting. We weren’t even through the door and we practically had our clothes off. “I want it slow, Dodge. I want to feel you inside me all night,” I whispered as I slipped my panties off and made my way to the master bedroom.
Dodge didn’t disappoint. He took his time as he made love to me. Each touch I prayed would push Tristan further from my heart. If only it had worked. When we finally called out each other’s names, Dodge rolled off me and pulled me next to him.
“Sleep, sweet Ryn.”
Closing my eyes, I felt my tears fall. I was doing exactly what Dodge said I was doing—using him as a means to push Tristan away. I needed to decide once and for all what I was going to do. Was I moving on with Dodge or would I allow Tristan to keep a hold of my heart?
Running along the beach, I found myself looking for Tristan. Dodge had left to head back to Austin. He was going to try and make it back down in a few days and I felt like a fool when I practically begged him to come back. I thought back to what he had said to me before he left.
“Ryn, we need to talk when I come back. I need to know if this is going somewhere.”
Ugh. Why can’t Dodge just keep it like it is? Why do we have to take it further?
“Hey, Ryn!”
Her voice stopped me dead in my tracks. Sierra.
Turning, I attempted to smile. A surge of jealousy ripped through my body. That should have been me against the wall with Tristan’s fingers inside of me.
“Oh hey, Sierra,” I panted between breaths. I hadn’t realized how hard I had been running.
“I’ll be finished up by this afternoon with the painting and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
I nodded my head as I took in a few deep breaths through my nose. “Sounds good, Sierra.”
She tilted her head and stared at me. “Hey, listen I’m sorry about mentioning you and Dodge being together yesterday morning.”
My heart dropped. I wanted to ask her if Tristan had said anything about it. Had the comment bothered him? Was he unaffected by it or did it piss him off knowing I was being fucked by Dodge?
Smiling politely, I said, “S’okay. I just didn’t know how Tristan would feel about it, because you know we dated not too long ago.”
Sierra narrowed her eyes at me. “Do you still have feelings for Tristan, Ryn? I mean, there is nothing at all serious going on between us.”
Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes at her. “Really? Because last night it sure looked like he was being pretty serious with that orgasm you obviously had.”
Oh God. I sounded like I was gearing up for a catfight.
Sierra gave me a weak smile. “I’m gonna go ahead and head back to the house and finish up the painting. Enjoy your run, Ryn.”
Turning, Sierra took off running toward her house. Dropping my head back, I let out a long frustrated moan. “Shit!” I said as I began jogging. I had really liked Sierra and it wasn’t her fault she and Tristan had a past.