R. Lilley - Lovely Trigger

Spectacular access, is how Tristan would describe this dress.  It was just the sort of dress that would drive him out of his mind.  I couldn’t wait for him to see it.

I knew it was dysfunctional, but I needed constant proof that he couldn’t control his need either.

Somehow, a runaway train was less Troublesome to me than a charging one.

In some respects, I’d rather if neither of us were driving this thing.

I didn’t see him right when I got to Bianca’s house, instead did a round of hellos to what was quickly evolving into my favorite crowd of people.

Bianca and Lana met and embraced me at the door, crowding me until I felt like I was being cornered by a team of Swedish bikini models.  They were both so tall, and that was before their heels.  I’d have loved to be able to sport some ridiculous platforms so I didn’t feel quite so short, but flats were my fate, so I worked them as best I could, but I did stand up straighter around these two.

I rubbed Lana’s tiny baby bump, congratulating her, feeling only the slightest twinge of pain.  I’d had a lot of time to deal with the fact that this could never be me.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

She was positively glowing.  “A boy.  Get a load of Akira.  You could guess it was a boy just by the way he’s strutting around and pounding at his chest.”

I glanced around, saw him across the room, chatting with James.  He did look particularly smug.

Bianca pinned a pink diaper pin to the neckline of my dress.  “Now, you aren’t allowed to say B-A-B-Y, but if you do, whoever calls you on it gets to have your pin.  At the end, whoever has the most pins gets a prize.

I fingered the pin and nodded, thinking Oh Lord, baby showers.  We’d all likely be forced to eat baby food by the end.

I greeted Estella with a big hug and Frankie with a long one, then moved to shake Akira’s hand, and nod with a smile at James.  He gave me a very warm smile in return.  I still found myself amazed at the change in him over the last year.  He’d always been a great guy, as far as I was concerned, but he was just so much happier now.  It was heartwarming.

As I had the thought, Bianca returned to his side, and he snatched her to him, like he’d just been lying in wait for the chance.

I went to mingle with the partygoers that I didn’t know quite so well, but was friendly with.

Camden, Lana’s brother, was in a corner chatting with Bianca’s stylist, Jackie.  It struck me what an odd pair they made as I greeted them with handshakes and hugs.

I smiled extra wide as I ran into Stephan, coming out of a hallway that led somewhere at the back of the house.  He was Bianca’s best friend and just one of the nicest human beings I’d ever met.  He had literally taken a bullet for Bianca.  That right there told you all you needed to know about Stephan.  He was nearly as obsessed with her as James was.

We shared a long hug.  “How are you?” I asked him.  I hadn’t seen him for nearly three weeks, which was unusual for us.

“Great.  But you need to come visit more.”

He and his husband, Javier owned and operated a swanky bar in the casino.  I usually made a point of coming and hanging out at least a few times a week.

“I’ll come have a drink tomorrow or the next day.  It’s just been a crazy couple of weeks.”

Javier approached us, dragging me into a deep hug without a word.  He kissed my cheek, murmuring, “Miss you, girlie,” and pulled back to smile at me.

I smiled back.

I adored Stephan, and I got along great with him.  Everyone did.  But Javier and I were something of kindred spirits.  He was quiet and very sweet, but he had a wicked sense of humor that he didn’t reveal to many.  Our personalities just complemented each other, I thought.

Our quiet conversation was interrupted by two loud squeals that erupted behind me.

I turned and grinned as Marnie and Judith rushed me.  They were a funny pair, but two women less likely to be close friends with the reserved Bianca I’d never met.  Still, every party she threw, these two were invited and showed up.

“Is Lana happy you’re here, tempting her brother?” I asked them.

Marnie rolled her eyes.  “We’ve been warned off, and pregnant Lana scares me.”

I made a face.  “You poor things.  What are you going to do for three whole hours with no one to hit on?”

“I’ve been wanting a piece of that magician,” Judith said, sounding forlorn.

My expression tried to stiffen, but I smoothed it out with great willpower.

“He is not interested,” Marnie added, making me feel instantly better.  “Not at the wedding and not now.  He’s fucking hot though.”

“He must have a girlfriend or something,” Judith continued.  “But I’m telling you, if he was up for it, whew, we would have some fun.”

Stephan patted my shoulder.  I wasn’t sure what he knew about Tristan and me, but I figured it was as much as Bianca did, which was that we had a painful past together.

I’d made a full circle around the room, introducing myself to those I hadn’t met before.  It wasn’t a huge gathering, but it was substantial.

Bianca approached me.  “We’ve turned the living room into a onesie painting studio.”

That made me smile.  “If you paint one, it will be worth at least five figures.”

She laughed.  “Well, that’s only because of you.”

I shook my head.  She would always underestimate her own talent.  It was such a gift that she just did it, was compelled to do it, but I’d never overpriced her work.  I’d given it exactly the value I would any work of that quality.

She glanced behind me suddenly, chewing her lip.  “Um, Tristan is in there already.  Just giving you fair warning.  I know it can be…touchy between you two.”

I nodded, feeling guilty.  We were close.  I should clue her in at least a little bit about the strange changes that had been taking place between Tristan and I, and I was determined to do so at a more appropriate time.  I knew for a fact that Bianca didn’t care for the role of hostess, so I didn’t want to take up any of her time today.

“Can I help you with anything?”

She rolled her eyes, glancing back, looking for James, I presumed.  I was sure he’d be along shortly.  “No.  There’s nothing to do.  James, who always has a team of people on hand, hired an extra team today to make sure I wasn’t stressed out.”

I laughed.  “And that probably stresses you out,” I guessed.

“Exactly.  He even turned the backyard into a full on daycare for anyone that brought kids, with five lifeguards on deck.  Who else does that?  But what can you do?  I knew he was a lunatic when I married him.”  There was a fond twinkle in her eye as she said it.

We shared a good chuckle, and then I moved into the living room turned onesie painting studio.

Tristan was the only one in room.  His back was to me, and he was painting away on a onesie.  As I approached, I saw that he was painting a deck of cards, and it was actually good.  “That’s impressive,” I told him quietly.  “I didn’t know you could paint.”

He set down his brush, then held up his hands and wiggled his fingers as he turned to me.  “Magic hands, remember?”

He zeroed in on the dress right when he saw me, his eyes glazing over a bit.

That just tickled me.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, just staring for a long time.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

He cocked his head to the side, running his tongue over his teeth, eyes glued to the careless knot tied at my hip.  “Um, is that, hmm?”

Wow, he was speechless.  My entire body flushed in pleasure.  “Is that what?” I prompted.

He waved at the fastening of the dress.  “Is that little tie there all that is holding that thing closed?”

I watched his face and nodded slowly.  He cursed, turned on his heel, and walked away.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I set to work on painting one of the many stretched out white onesies mounted on an easel.

I felt it when he came back, felt his eyes on me.  He spoke very quietly behind me.  “I know where a guestroom with a lock is.”

I shook my head, and started moving towards the door.  “Nu-uh.  Not here.”

He stalked me into the next room, but I evaded him, going to stand near Lana, who was busy making out with her powerhouse of a husband.

Tristan had no choice but to retreat.

Over the next thirty minutes, I proceeded to collect four diaper pins around the room by walking Javier, Jackie, Akira, and Bianca into saying the word baby.

In my peripheral, I could see that Tristan was doing the same thing.  From the loud commotion that occurred, I figured that he collected pins from James, Stephan, Marnie, and Lana.

Tristan and I wound up sitting next to each other for the diaper/candy bar smelling game.  This was the game where they smashed different melted candy bars up into diapers, and we had to guess which candy bars they were.

It was disgusting, and funny, and I’d never been to a baby shower where they didn’t play it.

I was just sniffing something that I thought smelled and looked like a Snickers bar when Tristan’s phone started ringing.

Loudly.

It was the most bizarre timing, because I’d never even heard his phone ring before, but suddenly his ringtone started playing loud, and it was my giggling, out of tune voice rapping, “Pussy, pussy, pussy, that is all on my mind…”

I blushed but couldn’t help giggling as the room erupted in laughter.

“I’d swear that sounds just like Danika’s voice,” Bianca said, her gaze swinging to me.

“Oh that’s definitely her,” Frankie assured her.  “I’ve heard that out of tune singing before.  No mistaking it.  It’s great to learn you love pussy that much, Danika.  How did I never know this?”

I shut my eyes, and shook my head, blushing down to my toes.  Even so, I couldn’t stop laughing.  “I lost a bet,” I explained.

I shot Tristan the stink eye, plotting revenge.

The bastard winked at me.

It was ten minutes later, and I was sniffing a diaper that smelled like an Almond Joy when I passed it on to Javier, then reached down into my bag, grabbing my phone.

Danika:  I’m ready for my dick pic.  Your ten minutes start now.

I sent it and watched Tristan as he felt his now silenced phone vibrate and reached into his pocket.  He pulled it out and checked the screen.

I was already biting my lips to keep from laughing when he looked up, his eyes wide, and said loudly, “Really!?  Are you fucking kidding me?  You’re doing this now?!”

I was doubled over laughing, but I still managed to nod.

He stormed from the room.  I finally straightened to find everyone looking at me in wide-eyed shock.

Frankie was the only exception to this.  She looked frankly gleeful.  “Wow.  So the crazy train is going full speed ahead, huh?  ‘Bout fuckin’ time.”

I waited about five minutes before I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.  I had one new text.  I checked it, and sure enough, I’d gotten nothing but a picture from Tristan.  It was taken using the mirror in the bathroom, not thirty feet away.

He’d taken his shirt off, and unbuttoned his jeans.  He was giving a very toothy grin to the mirror, one big hand fisting his big cock.  He’d gotten himself hard.

I blinked.  I’d done the whole thing because it was funny.  I’d never imagined a dick pic could actually be hot.  It looked like he was inviting me to join him in the bathroom, which he probably was.

I ignored the possible invitation, putting my phone away, my face so red I could feel it.

My eyes went nowhere but the crotch of his pants when he came strutting back into the room.  At least he’d gotten a handle on his hard-on, though I wasn’t going to ask how he’d done it.

He raised his brows at me expectantly as he sat down beside me again.  “You get it?”

“It’s not time-stamped.  Do it again.”

I couldn’t keep a straight face when I said it and neither could he.

“You can see that it is in their fucking bathroom,” he said between heaving laughs.  It was a straight belly laugh for him.  My absolute favorite.  I would have gone through hell and back to hear that laugh come out of him.

Had gone through it.

Would again.

“The conditions were very clear.  Time.  Stamp.”