Tristian: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Blackbeary Creek Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Ruby Shae
waitress set their drinks down, and scurried to the next table. In unison, they both lifted their glasses, and took a drink of the dark liquid. She sipped a tiny bit from the stir stick that acted as a straw, and he put his mouth on the edge of the glass and gulped down half its contents.
Images of what else he could do with that perfect mouth flooded her brain, and she looked away from him and scanned the room. Surprisingly, no one stared at their odd pairing.
A slow song filtered through the speakers, and it seemed as if everyone in the club moved. Singles and their friends left the dance floor, and couples flocked to it.
Tristian scooted out of the booth, and extended his hand.
“Dance with me?”
Yes! A thousand times yes!
“Okay,” she said, shyly.
She grabbed her purse, scooted out of the booth, and placed her hand in his. She half expected him to let her go like he would a hot potato when she revealed all of her curves, but he simply closed his hand around hers and led her through the crowd.
Several women, and men, tried to get his attention, but Tristian wouldn’t be deterred. He returned some acknowledgements with a smile or a nod, and others he ignored completely. Scarlett kept waiting for the right person to interrupt them, the one that would cause him to let her go, but it didn’t happen.
When they reached the dance floor, he placed his hands on her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and in return, she let the short strap of her purse fall into the crook of her elbow and rested her hands on his shoulders.
He was taller than her by at least five inches, and she’d been right about his chest. Solid muscle laid beneath her hands. He took a step closer, and moved his hands to her lower back, pulling her against him.
She liked the way they seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces, and the feel of his hard muscle under her soft curves set her on fire. She could feel his erection pressing into her tummy, and the length and thickness sent another surge of electricity straight to her core. Her pussy clenched air, desperate for his cock, and her essence soaked her panties.
He was rock hard—for her—and she wanted more.
As the song ended, she placed one hand on the nape of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.
Their lips touched gently at first, chaste and full of reverence, but when the first kiss ended, and he didn’t pull away, she kissed him again and didn’t hold back.
Neither did Tristian.
She slid her hand into his hair and fisted the short strands as she crashed her lips into his. Her other hand slipped around his waist, and Tristian caressed her upper back with one hand, and then pulled her closer. She licked his lips, and he darted his tongue into her mouth. The first beats of a fast dance song blared through the speakers, and their tongues stroked, tangled, and retreated in time to the music.
Scarlett had never been one for public displays of affection, and they were clearly making out in the middle of the dance floor, but with Tristian, she couldn’t bring herself to care. He was so damn hot, and she’d never been so turned on from a kiss in her life.
People packed the dance floor as they recognized the new, popular song, and as Tristian suddenly broke the kiss, a noise that sounded like a growl rumbled in his chest.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her through the crowd toward the back of the bar. Just like before, several people tried to get his attention, but this time he ignored them all.
He moved with a speed she almost had to run to keep up with, and his movements were controlled, abrupt and decisive. She understood his anger, after all, the club was his place of business, and she was grateful he planned to tell her off in private.
He pulled her down a hallway that housed the restrooms on one side, and three unmarked doors on the other. When they reached the last door, Tristian pulled a spiral keyring from his pocket, unlocked the
Images of what else he could do with that perfect mouth flooded her brain, and she looked away from him and scanned the room. Surprisingly, no one stared at their odd pairing.
A slow song filtered through the speakers, and it seemed as if everyone in the club moved. Singles and their friends left the dance floor, and couples flocked to it.
Tristian scooted out of the booth, and extended his hand.
“Dance with me?”
Yes! A thousand times yes!
“Okay,” she said, shyly.
She grabbed her purse, scooted out of the booth, and placed her hand in his. She half expected him to let her go like he would a hot potato when she revealed all of her curves, but he simply closed his hand around hers and led her through the crowd.
Several women, and men, tried to get his attention, but Tristian wouldn’t be deterred. He returned some acknowledgements with a smile or a nod, and others he ignored completely. Scarlett kept waiting for the right person to interrupt them, the one that would cause him to let her go, but it didn’t happen.
When they reached the dance floor, he placed his hands on her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and in return, she let the short strap of her purse fall into the crook of her elbow and rested her hands on his shoulders.
He was taller than her by at least five inches, and she’d been right about his chest. Solid muscle laid beneath her hands. He took a step closer, and moved his hands to her lower back, pulling her against him.
She liked the way they seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces, and the feel of his hard muscle under her soft curves set her on fire. She could feel his erection pressing into her tummy, and the length and thickness sent another surge of electricity straight to her core. Her pussy clenched air, desperate for his cock, and her essence soaked her panties.
He was rock hard—for her—and she wanted more.
As the song ended, she placed one hand on the nape of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.
Their lips touched gently at first, chaste and full of reverence, but when the first kiss ended, and he didn’t pull away, she kissed him again and didn’t hold back.
Neither did Tristian.
She slid her hand into his hair and fisted the short strands as she crashed her lips into his. Her other hand slipped around his waist, and Tristian caressed her upper back with one hand, and then pulled her closer. She licked his lips, and he darted his tongue into her mouth. The first beats of a fast dance song blared through the speakers, and their tongues stroked, tangled, and retreated in time to the music.
Scarlett had never been one for public displays of affection, and they were clearly making out in the middle of the dance floor, but with Tristian, she couldn’t bring herself to care. He was so damn hot, and she’d never been so turned on from a kiss in her life.
People packed the dance floor as they recognized the new, popular song, and as Tristian suddenly broke the kiss, a noise that sounded like a growl rumbled in his chest.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her through the crowd toward the back of the bar. Just like before, several people tried to get his attention, but this time he ignored them all.
He moved with a speed she almost had to run to keep up with, and his movements were controlled, abrupt and decisive. She understood his anger, after all, the club was his place of business, and she was grateful he planned to tell her off in private.
He pulled her down a hallway that housed the restrooms on one side, and three unmarked doors on the other. When they reached the last door, Tristian pulled a spiral keyring from his pocket, unlocked the
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