Does Rory Date Tristan Novels & Stories

I stumbled, quickly regaining my composure and balancing the tray. "Um, I don't know what you're talking about," I deflected, attempting to hide a hint of blush as I focused on my tray. "Oh, come on, when are you going to tell me you guys are dating?" Raelynn pressed, making me realize that Tristan never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. "We aren't dating," I stated firmly, the disappointment evident in my tone, audible to both me and Raelynn. "Then what the hell are you doing with him?" Raelynn's disappointment seemed to outweigh mine.

Lory arrived an hour and a half later with two bags hanging from her arms. "Your place is adorable," she said the moment she stepped inside, looking around with genuine warmth. "And it smells amazing." "Thank you." I felt relieved, leading her to the living room. We settled onto the couch. "Okay. First things first." I turned to face her. "Explain that Colby and Tristan test thing." She burst out laughing at the mention of it, telling me the background story between laughs. Back in high school, Tristan had been seeing a girl privately. Being Tristan, he wasn't a fan of people being in his business, so no one knew she was his girlfriend, including Colby, who ended up asking the same girl out.

Ian and I got hard again, but it was late. When Rory walked in, we were all having a nite-cap, dressed. He smiled. "You can't fool me, you randy sods. I can see it on your faces." Mary got up, walked to her son and gently touched the bulge in his pants. "Were ya good on your date, lad?" Rory gently cupped his mother's breasts. Mary had a tee shirt, but no bra. "Yes, mum. It made it more fun, and we got on grand. But I'm a bit horny."