Part 3. Wet Dream

Part 3

Jane was the one to push their faces together. Her soft, warm lips met against his chapped ones. The scruff of his lips brushed against her upper lip, and it drove her mad with desire. She couldn't believe that Tristan was letting her kiss him, trailing her fingers towards the mop of his luscious hair. 

"Oh, Tristan" She breathed against his desperate mouth. Her eyes narrowed at his flawless skin, noticing the way he was staring at her through hooded eyes. 

She coyly licked her lips, batting her thick eyelashes to entice him. "Your lips feel so good against mine. Please don't stop." 

Tristan let out a feral growl at her demand and nodded his head. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he inched forward and gripped the back of her legs. A squeak left her lips, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. He chuckled, his rough gravelly sound sending shivers down her spine.

He quickly picked her up, walking them over to the massive mattress in the room and all the while pushing his lips against her. Her summer dress bunched up at her waist but she was too far gone to care, distracted by his lips. 

As soon as her body hit the mattress, she let out a whine. Tristan pulled back, staring at her. A smile spread across her face, flush staining her cheeks in the dim candlelight. The man above her winked, low chuckling at the way she squirmed beneath him.

"Strip, baby. I can't wait any longer."

She smirked up at him, clenching the thin fabric between her dainty hands. Like a tease, Jane pulled ever so slowly. As soon as she discarded her clothes, her head raised towards him.

"Now your turn."

He nodded his head, tugging at his clothes in one swift motion after another. Lastly, his boots came flying across the room. Jane stayed up, her hands roaming all over him, carding through the mop of his hair, and feeling the muscles of his arms. As Tristan leaned back as if to give a clear view of his naked torso, she licked her lips, her eyes shamelessly sliding over him. 

She looked at him in awe, instantly spreading her thighs wide. Tristan shook his head, and before he could say something, she pressed her lips against his. They kissed for what seemed like hours. She licked at his lips, her tongue lazily swiping against his while their breaths mingled together. He groaned into her mouth, his hands digging into the skin. 

Jane pulled back breathlessly, her lungs burning from the kiss. She fluttered her eyes open, watching Tristan in front of her. He was alluring and so very tempting that she didn't think before clutching at his arm and pulling him forward.

"Ohh, Tristan," She exhaled. "Please...kiss me." 

As Tristan started to close the distance between them, she felt cold water on her face. Jane gasped, jolting from the bed. Rubbing her face, she looked around only to realise that it was a dream. An embarrassing groan escaped her lips. 

"Were you dreaming of someone?" A familiar voice made her jump. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden light. 

Rebecca, her cousin, stared back at her with an innocent expression on her face. Jane scrunched her nose. She hated when her cousin showed up without notice but then again it was Rebecca's flat she was renting. 

Jane pulled the sheets off her body, turning towards her cousin, "What are you doing here?"

"Aww did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?" Rebecca cooed, crossing her legs over the sad excuse of the bean bag. Jane didn't have any money to get something for guests in her room. Also, why would anyone want to sit in her room? She had a tiny living room for that. Besides she didn't know that many people in Walsh. 

"I am not in the mood to entertain you." 

"Believe me waking up you wasn't my priority in the morning either." 

Jane had a complicated relationship with Rebecca. Not really. They both loved to piss each other off but in reality are closer than Jane and her sister, Jennifer. Rebecca was the one who convinced Jane's parents to let her come to Walsh. 

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Your mother called me worried that your phone is switched off. She's convinced that someone kidnapped you, so I have to video call her to prove you are safe" Rebecca sighed, already fishing out her phone from the pocket.

Jane groaned, her eyes flashing towards her phone. She forgot to charge her phone last night because it was very late and sleeping was the only thought on her mind. Leaning forward, she immediately plugged her cellphone. 

"Wait let me atleast brush my teeth."

"Fine! I'll wait for you in the living room" Rebecca mumbled, moving towards the door. 

***

As soon as Jane entered the living room, she heard her mother's voice blaring through the speakers. She was furious. Jane could tell just by her tone. Rebecca looked horrified, holding the phone and side-eyeing Jane.

"Hey" Jane softly whispered, pulling the phone in her hands and resting against the old worn-out couch, courtesy of Rebecca. There was no way Jane was able to use her salary for anything other than her books for the first few months. The situation was a bit better at the moment. 

"Hey? Is that all you have to say, young lady? I have been worried out of my mind since the past two days. Where have you been?!"

Jane winced at her sharp tone and the use of the young lady. That doesn't happen often. She pulled her legs together, trying to appear as small as possible. The puppy eyes would probably work on her father when he's sober, but it's always a bit uncertain with her mother. But she still tried. 

"Mom..."

"Oh no, you don't get to pull that face! It's not a joke, Jane. We are miles away from you, and the least you could do is call us atleast once in two days." 

Jane sighed. Her mother had a point. Jane was from Maysville, a small town from New Jersey. Their town doesn't even have a proper map because it's that unknown. After she completed high school Jane was presented with two options - either continue her education overseas with a scholarship or take a minimum wage job in her town like plenty of high school graduates. She didn't want to do the second option, so she called Rebecca and asked her to help. 

Moving to Walsh was hectic. It's been only a year since she settled in the secluded part of England. Things were difficult in the beginning as they are often with the students moving to new places. She had to settle down in her new apartment, take admission in the college and search for the job all in the same year. 

"Sorry, mom. I was busy with work."

Her mother deflated at that, "Are you doing double shifts again? You can ask for money, Jane. Your father is working again-"

Jane cut her off, "Mom, I don't need his money. I promise I am doing fine. Don't worry about it." 

The last thing she would want is taking her fathers money. She didn't want to owe him anything. Rebecca patted her thigh as if she understood what Jane was thinking. 

"Jane, you can't be forever angry on him." 

"Mom, can we talk about something else? Please" Jane cleared her throat, already feeling her cheeks burn with Rebecca's stare on her. She didn't want her cousins to pity more than she already has. 

Her mother twisted her lips, holding back. "Fine. Tell me about your last two days!"

***

Jane had to show up to work early so that she can clean the bar. The party on the previous night was tiring so pretty much everyone retired leaving the floors as they are. 

Krista was the first one to greet her. She noticed her manager looking over the mess with a frown on his face. Classic Chuck. Pressing her mouth together, she timidly walked towards the staff; her head bent down. 

"Ahh look who decided to show up finally!" 

Jane blushed at the stares on her, "Sorry, my train was late." 

Chuck sighed, "I'll let it slide this time." 

Krista bit back her smile and motioned Jane towards her. The bouncers were standing behind the bartenders, obviously towering them. She was scared of them, but the four guys were the biggest softies on the planet. Karl, one of them even watches Gossip Girl and bakes.

"Anyways...so the cleaning crew cant make it today. This mess needs to be cleaned up as soon as possible. There's another celebrity party tonight." 

They all groaned, staring at each other. Jane tried hard not to glare at her boss. Why did he overbook the bar every time? Also Chuck could have hired another crew with the money they were making.

"Again! Boss, it's the third one this week!" Luke, another bouncer huffed. 

Chuck shrugged, "It's business. Now get back to work!"

Jane sighed, picking up the nearest broom. She hated the cleaning part. 

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