Unforgiven (Wanderers #3) Page 13

  “You weren’t being selfish. You were being human.” He hugged me again and I could feel the tension relax in his body. “Look, whatever is going on back at home we’ll worry about that later. We’re here now so let’s make the most of our time together. No sense in punishing yourself for something you can’t control.” Something about the way he said ‘our time together’ made me believe he meant it was limited. And that made me worry.

  “Hey, no more crying,” he said, lifting my chin with his finger.

  “Let me guess, pretty girls don’t cry?”

  “Close, but no.” I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. “Naked girls don’t cry.” I raised a brow and he picked me up in one swift motion. “I believe you owe me a sponge bath,” he said, throwing me his cocky smile. I laughed as he carried me to the bathroom.

  When he put me down, I sighed, still having a slight feeling of guilt. I knew it didn’t matter much anymore. I guess I never expected to feel so conflicted. When I found Tristan, he was all I cared about, all I could think of. And when I was with him, nothing else mattered. But the mention of Roman twisted my stomach up in knots making me feel like the worst person in the world. Two completely different men that I loved and all I could think about how selfish I was because I wanted both. I didn’t know how to let the other go so I decided I would allow myself both, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. Tristan noticed my expression and turned off the water. “Ella, we don’t have to do this. I would never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. I would understand.”

  “Tristan,” I grabbed the sides of his face. “I love you and yes I love Roman too, but I knew what I was doing when I came here. I knew what would happen when I found you and I don’t regret one minute of it. I want you, right here, right now. Everything else we can deal with later. Let’s not worry about it.” And that was the truth. When I look into his eyes, all thoughts of Roman dissolved. I was where I wanted to be, where I needed to be.

  I leaned behind him and turned the water back on. He smiled and pushed me back against the counter. He kissed me with such a force I thought I would lose my breath. Before I knew it he was ripping my clothes off – literally. Shredded pieces of cloth were flying everywhere. He lifted me up on the counter and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. I ripped his shirt in half and he pulled back looking at me in shock. “That was really hot,” he smiled.

  “Just wait,” I said as I shredded his pants. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him while my fingers ran up and down his bare back. I tilted my head to the side as his lips traveled down my neck. His hands were slowly making their way up my sides, sending shivers through my whole body and making me quiver. I pulled him tighter against me wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. My pulse was racing with anticipation. I heard a small growl and the next thing I knew his teeth were sliding into my neck. I gasped as he tightened his grip around me and bit deeper. I was overcome with a flood of emotions. I felt like I was riding a wave. I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed myself into him. I let out a tiny moan and he pulled back. I wiped the little bit of blood from his lips and licked it off my fingers. He smiled and for a moment I thought we would break everything in the bathroom.

  The old school, bear claw tub was just big enough to fit the both of us. I leaned back into him as he rung out water from the sponge and slowly moved it up and down my shoulder. I adjusted the bubbles in the water by swirling my finger around in circles. “How do you feel?” he asked, dragging the sponge across my shoulders.

  “Amazing,” I said, unable to unscrew the smile from my face. “What do you want to do today?”

  “Stay in here all day,” he said, tickling my ear with his warm breath.

  “As tempting as that sounds, I prefer not to look like a wrinkled prune.”

  “How about we go and surprise my grandmother,” he suggested.

  My smile fell. “I really don’t mind looking like a wrinkled prune,” I said. I was really okay if I never had to see that horrible woman again. My luck, she’d make me clean her house.

  “C’mon on, she’s not that bad,” he chuckled.

  “Easy for you to say she’s your grandmother. She hates me,” I sighed, leaning back into him.

  “She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t know you like I do and I’m sure she’ll be very appreciative you found her favorite grandson.” He gripped me tighter. “I promise I won’t let her make you do any manual labor. Unless it’s to cook me dinner.”

  I elbowed him. “I think you should cook me dinner.”

  “Then you’ll starve.”

  “You can’t cook?”

  “I’m really good at ordering takeout. Does that count?”

  “No,” I laughed. “Alright, I’ll go to your grandmother’s on one condition. You have to shave and cut your hair.” I could tell he was reluctant. “You don’t want to show up at your grandmother’s looking shabby, do you? I’m sure she’ll blame me for that too,” I said, mumbling the last part to myself.

  “You don’t like the scruffy look?”

  “No. The beard scratches my face and I like your hair better shorter,” I said, turning to push it out of his face. I hated to admit it, but with his hair this length he kind of reminded me of Roman.

  He smiled and pressed his lips to mine. “For you my love, anything.”

  It took some coaxing, but I was finally able to get Tristan out of the bathtub. I found some disposable razors amongst the boys’ things and gave one to Tristan and told him to get to work while I got dressed. I then joined him in the bathroom and hopped on the counter and watched him shave. “Did you need something?” he asked, giving me a sideways glance in the mirror.

  “No. Just watching.”

  “Wanna help?” he asked, offering me the razor.

  “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

  “What are you afraid of? Come here,” he pulled me closer to him. “You’re not going to hurt me and if you do cut me you could heal me,” he said, bumping the tip of my nose with his finger.

  “That doesn’t help,” I said, not crazy about this idea. He took my hand and put the razor in it and then instructed me on what to do. I closed my eyes and took a breath.

  “Relax,” he said, kissing my hand. “It’s no big deal.” He applied the shaving cream and then pulled me in front of him. I started at the side and worked my way up like he instructed. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually kind of nice. “See, I told you you could do it.” He kissed me sweetly and then wiped off the rest of the shaving cream.

  “Now your hair.”

  “And how exactly do you propose we do that?”

  I pulled out a comb and a pair of shears Josie bought when she was going through her bang phase. “So you’re not afraid to cut my hair but you’re –”

  “Look, you’re not going to talk your way out of this. So just sit down and shut up.”

  “You’re so demanding,” he smirked, leaning closer for a kiss.

  I pushed him back. “We don’t have time for that.” I hopped off the counter and walked out to get a chair. I placed the chair in the middle of the bathroom and made him sit. Then I draped a towel over his shoulders. I wasn’t going to lie. I had no idea what I was doing and quite frankly as meticulous as Tristan was with his hair I was surprised he even let me do this. I think it was because he knew he needed a haircut and I was the only option.

  When I was finished I let him stand up and take a look in the mirror. I didn’t do too badly and he seemed pleased and if he wasn’t I would know. “What do you think?”

  “As long as you’re happy.” I gave him one of my many annoyed looks causing him to smile. “Oh how I missed that look.” I put my hands on my hips. “I like it,” he said.

  “Good. It does look much better,” I said, putting the scissors and comb down on the counter. “Now get dressed.”

  “What’s the rush?” he asked, pulling me into him.

  “You’re the one who wanted to go and you
of all people should know she goes to bed early.”

  “Alright, let’s go,” he sighed, letting me go.

  We had to take a taxi because Josie and the rest took the rental car. I wasn’t looking forward to the visit, but I figured with Tristan by my side it wouldn’t be as bad. I was also hoping our little moment after my father left would maybe change her attitude toward me, but with Deidre who knew.

  I could feel Tristan was getting a little nervous before we arrived. To help him relax I told him I might let him act out some of those naughty little thoughts he was always having. Although he relaxed somewhat, his heart and pulse were now racing, and for the rest of the ride he was sending me all kinds of ideas telepathically. I said no to almost every one of them.

  We arrived sometime around five and I had to practically drag Tristan out of the car. “Why are you being such a baby?” I yanked on his arm so hard I almost fell.

  “You met her you know what she’s like.”

  I let go knowing it was useless. Despite my power and kickass moves, he was still stronger than me. “I thought you said you were her favorite?” I teased.

  “I lied,” he said, closing the door and locking it. At risk of being exposed, I took my chances and unlocked the door. I ripped it open before he had the chance to lock it again. He narrowed his eyes at me.

  “Get out of the car you big sissy!” I gave one final tug. He finally got out and joined me by the gate. It took some more coaxing, but I got him to the door and knocked. It only took a few minutes before I heard the dreaded footsteps of Deirdre’s feet pounding the floor. When she opened the door her eyes widened in surprise and then quickly went back to her normal unpleased look.

  She stood there silently for a moment, and then motioned with her finger for Tristan to come closer. He leaned down and she smacked him across the face.

  That, I did not expect.

  Deirdre grunted something in Gaelic under her breath and then walked away. I looked at Tristan, not knowing what to do. “Come on,” he said, pulling me in the house.

  “Um,” I said, afraid of what might happen next.

  We walked into the living room where his grandfather was sitting and watching TV. Our presence startled him. He dropped his tea cup when he saw Tristan and froze. I didn’t know what to say so I thought I would let Tristan do the talking. Neither of them made a move to do anything. I bent down to help clean up the spilled tea when Caleb finally came out of his frozen stare. He padded my hand. “It’s fine,” he said and got up. He walked over to Tristan and stood their staring at him again. “Is it you? Is it really you my boy?”

  “Yeah Pop, it’s me.”

  Caleb lifted up his hands and placed them on Tristan’s face. I saw tears forming in Caleb’s eyes as he smiled. He embraced Tristan in a hug, gripping him so tight I thought he would crush him. The sight of their reunion even had me tear up a bit. “I can’t believe it’s you,” he took a step back. “Look at you,” he said, hugging him again. “Come sit,” he gestured toward the couch. “Just let me get something to clean this up.”

  “I can do that,” I offered.

  He shooed me away and insisted we sit. “I think I should go talk to Nan first. She didn’t look too happy to see me,” Tristan said.

  “Just give her some time. She’ll come around. Now sit, sit.”

  Caleb went into the kitchen to grab some paper towels while we had a seat. I put my hand on Tristan’s knee. “How you doing?”

  He took my hand and held it in his. “Better with you here,” he smiled. I kissed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. “You know this place looks a little different.”

  “How so?”

  He looked around the small room. “They’re pictures missing and some of Nan’s favorite knickknacks.” He looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of a frame on the floor. He got up to go look at it. He lifted up the glassless frame from behind the couch. Caleb returned from the kitchen with some towels and a tray full of drinks. “Pop, what happened?” he asked, holding up the frame.

  Caleb set the tray down on the table and looked up at me. I shrugged not knowing what to say. I kind of forgot to tell Tristan about the little power battle me and his Grandmother had when we first met. “Accident,” Caleb said, winking at me. “Just didn’t get a chance to replace it.”

  Tristan took a seat next to me again as Caleb sat back down in his seat across from us. I knew Tristan was still upset about his grandmother and wanted to go talk to her, but we all knew giving her some time to cool off would be best. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Caleb began the conversation. He asked Tristan all kinds of questions. Where was he? What happened? How did I find him? And so on. I wanted to give them some time alone together so I went out to take a walk in the garden. I also didn’t want to hear how downhill Tristan went after he left. It was hard enough to see him like that when I found him. I didn’t need the details.

  Caleb came and found me when they were done and informed me Tristan had gone and talked to his Grandmother. “You hungry?”

  “Oh no, thank you,” I politely declined.

  “Oh come now. I’ll make you something.”

  “You don’t have to go to any trouble.”

  “It’s no trouble. I was about to make dinner anyway and now it’s a celebration. A thank you for finding my grandson,” he smiled. He waved his arm out in front of him, gesturing for me to follow him into the kitchen. Not able to deny him, I followed him, and had a seat at the table while he fussed around in the cabinets.

  “Can I ask you something?” He looked at me from over his shoulder, but I didn’t wait for his response. “I’m somewhat confused.”

  “Confused about what?” he asked, going back to making dinner.

  “Well I kind of thought Deirdre would be happy to find out her grandson is alive, but when she saw him, she slapped him.”

  Caleb chuckled lightly to himself. “My wife…is a…complicated woman.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” I replied, getting a laugh from Caleb. I heard the shuffle of feet and looked over my shoulder to spot Josef making his way into the kitchen.

  “Ella,” he stopped.

  “Josef,” Caleb spoke. “Great news, Ella found Tristan. We’re having a mini celebration. Come here and help me get things ready.” Josef looked at me before he walked back out of the kitchen and stormed his way through the living room. “Josef,” Caleb called, but he ignored him.

  “I’ll go see what’s wrong,” I said. I followed him down the hall and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Josef wait.” He flinched and pulled his arm out of my grasp. “Did I do something wrong? I thought you would be happy that your cousin is alive?”

  “I’m not,” he said under his breath.

  I looked at him wondering if I heard him right. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn’t know what to say. Clearly he was still harboring some bitter feelings toward Tristan. Before I could make a clear thought, Tristan stepped out of one of the bedrooms with Deidre on his arm, and she was smiling. “Hey cous’, how’s it –” Josef was storming off before Tristan could even finish his sentence.

  “Josef!” Deirdre hissed, making him cringe, and freeze in his tracks. I had a feeling he only stopped because Deirdre was making him.

  “Let him go Nan,” Tristan said.

  Josef turned on Tristan. “Don’t do me any favors,” he spat and walked away.

  I could see Deirdre was ready to chase after him but Tristan stopped her. “Don’t worry Nan. I’ll talk to him later. Now how about some of your delicious apple pie?” he asked, giving her his million dollar smile.

  “You’ll spoil your dinner.”

  “Please,” he begged, giving her the pouty lip. She let out a sigh and led him into the kitchen. Tristan looked over his shoulder at me and winked as I stood there totally dumbfounded. Okay, what the hell just happened? Did he slip her something? Because I had never seen her smile that much or give in so easily…to anyone.

 
After I collected myself, I joined them in the kitchen. Deirdre had served Tristan a huge slice of apple pie loaded with whip cream. She pinched his cheeks before sitting down in the chair next to him. Tristan looked over at me standing in the door way. He titled his head to the side and thought, “Are you okay?” so only I could hear him.

  I nodded my head and joined him at the table. “Ella, you have to try this,” he said, shoveling a big piece on the fork for me. He practically shoved it in my mouth before I could protest. Despite my dislike for his grandmother, I have to admit it was pretty good, considering I don’t even like pie. “Good right?”

  I nodded in agreement not wanting to talk with my mouth full. Deirdre just narrowed her eyes at me. I hadn’t even spoken a word and already she was giving me nasty looks. Tristan caught sight of his grandmother’s nasty stare in my direction and rolled his eyes. “She thinks you’re selfish for not bringing me to her right away,” he thought.

  “What!” I said out loud. Both his grandparent’s turned and looked at me like I was crazy. Tristan just shook his head.

  Deirdre looked back and forth between Tristan and me. I just scowled at her having enough of her scrutiny. “You, what did you do?” she said to me.

  “What are talking about? I didn’t do anything.”

  “You two…are connected.” Tristan and I just looked at each. “How?”

  “Nan, what are talking about?” Tristan asked, shoveling more pie in his mouth.

  “Why would you automatically think I did something?” I asked, not happy about her blaming me. She didn’t even bother to give me a response. Instead she just looked down her nose at me.

  That was it. That was the last straw. “What is your problem?” I asked Deirdre, fuming.

  Caleb stopped what he was doing and Tristan froze mid bite. “Didn’t you ever hear the expression don’t poke the bear,” he thought.

  I didn’t care anymore. I was tired of this old bat constantly looking down at me. “Caleb, Tristan, leave us,” Deirdre said. A small surge of panic shot through me.