Lingus

"Kat! Look at this!" my best friend squealed, turning around, holding a huge glass dildo in her hand.

Oh my God. How did I ever let her drag me to a fucking porn convention?

"Katherine Berger?" She grabbed my chin and pushed my face up to look her in the eye. "Repeat after me: My name is Kat Berger, and I love porn. There is nothing wrong with enjoying watching two people fuck."

The lady behind me, who looked old enough to be my mom, screamed at the top of her lungs, "I finger my pussy to your movies!" Unfortunately for the lady, everyone went silent.

I wanted to die for her.

He whined more than I did even as a kid, which hadn't escaped me, but how could I avoid that handsome face? The handsome face that also needed to use the largest kinds of condoms made.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he finally asked, a couple minutes later. He had one eye on me, and the other on a pile of folded clothes teetering in a tower.

"You're really shitty at folding laundry," I admitted.

He scoffed. "You think you can do better?"

"Tristan, a blind man with no hands could do better than you." I gestured toward the big lug next to me with my head. "Yoda can probably do better than you."

"You might have a concussion," Josh piped up.

I snickered. "There is no way in hell you hit me hard enough to give me a concussion."

"I hit you hard enough to bust up your face!" he interjected, a scandalous look crossing his features like he couldn't believe that I doubted his physical power.

"Don't sound so proud of yourself!"

"Goodnight."

"Night, Kat," he replied. I sensed the movement of his hand before the heat of it. He brushed his fingertips across my palm, squeezing lightly for just a moment.

I laid there, clenching my eyes closed so that I was not tempted to roll over and stare at him in his sleep.

"Kat?"

"Yes?"

He let out another yawn. "You're my favorite person in the world. Goodnight."

Tristan turned to look at Calum who sat next to him, smelling his pair of shoes with a face that was a little too curious and not enough disgusted. "You're definitely a bitch, Cal."

"I thought you were breaking in! You almost gave me a heart attack, ass."

"Were you planning on stabbing me, goldie?" Those warm, green apple eyes twinkled in amusement.

"What do you think? That I was going to kiss my potential attacker to death?" I snickered, trying to calm my breath so that my heart could quit racing.

Tristan gave me that crooked smile that made my insides heat up so much I worried they'd melt. "If you were going to kiss me to death I'd be okay with it."

His lips brushed so lightly across my forehead, I shivered through each vertebrae in my spine. How was it like this with him? How? As nice as Ryan's lips were on mine the night before, I'd take five minutes of this instead of a million of Ryan's kisses.

"You're all I can think about anymore."

He was groaning words onto my skin, words I couldn't understand and only partially wanted to. He could've been reciting the alphabet backward for all I knew, or calling me a whore in ten different languages, but when his mouth kept up a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the span of my throat, I heard him groan out my name.

When he came to pick me up, he gave me that crooked grin that could make a lesbian's panties wet and squeezed the bare skin of my knee.

He was so hot it was ethereal. He was perfect with his sharp jaw, straight nose, full lips, and bulging bicep muscles tightening the material of his flannel shirt. I deserved to win an award for managing to focus in his presence.

"Tell me, Kat. Tell me you're only mine."

I cried something that sounded like a noise a puppy made. "I'm yours… only… oh fuck," one long finger dipped between my heated flesh and I cried out again. "I'm only yours, Tristan."

He slung an arm around my shoulders on our way, pulling me in real close to his solid frame. I felt the warm breath on my ear before he whispered, "You're going to have my tongue later, my little gold digger."

I fucking tripped.

"I'd do this all over again a hundred times as long as I met you in the end."

"I'm Bambi, and these are my soul sisters, Lady and Jasmine," she said, and immediately I frowned more at myself than at her. "Do you know Jesus?"

"You're so pretty, Kat," he murmured, stroking my thighs with his calloused thumbs. He whispered something then about tasting me, but I couldn’t hear very well because angels were rejoicing in my ears.