“No, but I may have um, inadvertently guaranteed that her date was not going to, um,” he cleared his throat, “want to take her out.”
“She had a date?” Shayne asked, sounding even more confused.
Tristan returned his gaze to a menu and nodded.
“I don’t understand. What did ye do? Did ye wait around and explain to the other lad that ye were seeing Marty?”
“Not exactly.”
“Well, what the hell did ye do?” Shayne snapped, clearly aggravated.
Tristan mumbled his response.
“What?”
“I marked her.”
For a moment Shayne was too stunned to respond. “Ye marked her, lad? Like with a pen?”
Tristan chuckled. “You could say that I laid my claim with a kiss.”
“Oh, ye sly bastard,” Shayne said, smirking. “I’d love to see the face of the poor bastard when he spotted that.”
“It would be pretty hard to miss,” Tristan said, chuckling.
The doorbell chime echoed throughout the house. Tristan’s grin widened. “Showtime,” he said, pushing away from the counter. The doorbell then began to ring continuously as if it was being held down, which it probably was. Then the pounding joined in, followed by her screaming threats.
“Tristan Black, you open this door right now before I break it down!” she yelled. “I am going to kick your ass!”
Chapter 12
Tristan casually leaned against the doorframe while he smiled warmly at her as if this was a pleasant visit. She inwardly scoffed at that.
This was an ass kicking!
“Why, Marty, what a surprise to see you here,” he drawled as he studied his nails. “Didn’t you have a date?”
“You,” that one word seethed with uncontrollable rage, “bastard.”
He pressed a hand to his chest. “Me? What did I do?”
“You….You……” She had to take a deep calming breath just to get the words out. “You gave me a,” she paused to look around, making sure that no one was within earshot and hissed, “a hickey!”
“I did?” he asked, looking thoughtful. “You’d think I’d remember something like that.” Then he shrugged as if it was no big thing.
“You marked me, you prick!”
He frowned at her. “Are you sure? Because I really can’t recall doing that.”
Her hands clenched by her sides as she prayed for patience or a baseball bat to beat his ass with, either would be welcomed at the moment. She tilted her head to the side to expose the mark. Not that she really needed to do that since no one else had seemed to be able to miss it, much to her embarrassment.
“Oh yeah, so I did. Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. No, he sounded and looked smug, very smug.
“Everyone at work saw it!” she snapped. Damn if that didn’t make him look even smugger. “Some of them asked if I had a run in with a vacuum!”
At that he laughed.
Laughed!
“It’s not funny!”
He laughed harder.
“It’s not!”
Sighing, he reached out and ran a finger over his mark. “Come on, it doesn’t look that bad.”
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It did. It really did. There was no way that Hank was going to be happy about this.
She stood there fuming, looking so damn upset that he couldn’t help but feel a little bad about what he’d done. Not that he regretted ruining her date, because she was his and really, by this point, she should have realized that, but about embarrassing her at work. He reached out to take her hand in his only to have her pull it out of his reach.
“Look, I know you’re pissed. Why don’t you come in here and we’ll talk it over and order some food. Then if you’re still angry, you can kick my ass, okay?” he suggested with a hint of a smile, praying like hell that he could fix this. He wanted to spend the night holding her in his arms, not fighting over petty bullshit.
Marty eyed him for a moment before her scowl disappeared and a sunny smile took over her features, making him understandably nervous. “That sounds great. Let’s go,” she said, seeming pleased as she stepped past him and walked inside.
Well, that was easy. A little too easy. He’d expected to have to beg, apologize, and ultimately chase her down and drag her back. Ignoring every instinct in his body that was shouting for him to run for the hills, he stepped back and closed the door.
The lock clicked just as he was shoved against the door and his arms were swiftly brought behind his back. He heard and felt the handcuffs before it registered in his mind that he was seriously fucked. Damn, he forgot about Hank teaching her how to take down an unsuspecting criminal when she was five, you know, just in case she happened to come across one on the playground.
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Tristan turned around to face her, grinning. “Is that all you have for me, baby?”
“That and more,” she promised with a pleased tone that let him know that she truly thought she’d won. She really should have known better than that by now.
He shook his head, sighing. “I’m really disappointed in you, baby.”
“Are you going to continue to call me that?” she asked in a bored tone.
One eyebrow arched up in challenge. “Are you going to take these cuffs off?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
She watched him as he carefully moved to sit on the floor. “If you’re going to handcuff a man,” he paused to shoot her a look of warning, “and you better not be thinking about handcuffing any other men.”
She rolled her eyes at his assumption that they were together. “Make sure that he isn’t a cop with a shitload of extra handcuff keys lying around the house.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said with a shrug.
He frowned up at her when his butt hit the floor. Even as he spoke he bent his legs to loop his arms under them to bring his hands in front. Now she couldn’t very well allow that.
“What doesn’t matter?” he asked, the last word leaving his mouth in the same instant that she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him and effectively trapping his arms behind his back.
She pushed him down, knowing that with his arms behind his back like this that he wouldn’t be able to stop her, or at least, not easily. He landed with a thud. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to give you a chance to retrieve a key until I’m done with you.”
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Tristan took a moment to consider his predicament while his eyes ran over her spread legs, at the skirt that was hiked up, the hard nipples that were straining against her blouse up to the face of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He felt his lips curve into an appreciative grin. He could think of a hell of a lot worse situations to be in than lying beneath the woman that he loved.
“Do your worst, baby. I’m all yours.”
Marty returned his grin, which made him a tad uneasy, but not enough to roll her off of him and end this game. “Oh, you can count on it.”
“Ah, lad, I know this is generally a good start to a porn and all, but I have a really bad feeling about this,” Shayne said, looking both amused and nervous at the same time.
Tristan rolled his hips suggestively beneath her and watched as her eyes glazed over. “The only thing I can count on with you like this is getting hard.”
Nothing on earth could have shocked him more than her grinding down against him as she leaned down until their lips were barely a few centimeters apart. “That’s exactly what I want.”
All thoughts of acting unaffected shot out of his head at that declaration. He leaned up and captured her lips with his own. She eagerly returned the kiss while she continued to grind against him. He swallowed her moans of pleasure as his hips rolled up to meet hers. The pain in his shoulder from having his hands cuffed behind his back was forgotten as was the pain from having their combined weights pressing the cuffs into his skin. All that mattered was the woman on top of him.
“I need you, Tristan,” she whispered against his mouth, breaking the last strand of resistance that he’d been holding onto.
“You have me. I’m yours,” he promised, because he was, always had been and he’d been a fucking moron to fight this hold she had over him.
She stopped kissing him and moved back just far enough away so that she could look at him as she asked, “No matter what?”
There was no hesitation whatsoever. “No matter what, Marty. I’m yours, always have been.”
For a moment she looked like she was going to cry and he definitely did not want that. He leaned up and captured her lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke as her hands roamed through his hair, over his neck, shoulders and chest.
She gently pushed him back down and broke away to trail kisses down his chin. Tristan was as a helpless as a newborn babe beneath her touch. He watched through hooded eyes as she licked and kissed her way down his body.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” he groaned as he imagined her hands and mouth on another part of him. That thought was quickly replaced with one that had him grinding his teeth and trying to bite back his temper before he did and said something stupid to wreck this.
As she reached the waistband of his pants he couldn’t stop jealousy from taking over and asked, “Have you done this before?”
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“This?” she asked, pulling back slightly before she followed the happy trail that disappeared beneath his jeans with her tongue. “No, I haven’t done this with a man before.”
“So…,” he sucked in a breath as she ran a curious hand over the bulge in his pants. “You haven’t,” gasp, “had a man inside of you before.”
She looked up with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Well, only Bob, but I haven’t been with him in a while.” She had been meaning to pick up batteries for her Battery Operated Boyfriend months ago, but had never gotten around to it.
Rage shot through him at the thought of another man touching her. “He doesn’t touch you again.” His eyes locked on hers as he snarled out, “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you ever again. You’re mine!”
She looked down so that he couldn’t see the pleased expression on her face. Really, she shouldn’t be this happy that a man was acting this way, but she was, probably because it was Tristan and it meant that she wasn’t the only one suffering from this thing between them. This was the man she’d loved her whole life. Then a thought occurred to her that wiped away her smile.
As she cupped him through his pants with one hand and undid his pants with the other, she asked in a nonchalant tone, “And have you had many women?”
Tristan opened his mouth to answer when Shayne’s loud bark of laughter distracted him letting him know that he was still close by.
“Not unless ye count yer left hand, lad!” More laughter. “And I don’t think that lass that ye almost lost yer virginity to counts since she shoved ye away once ye moaned Marty’s name.” He sounded thoughtful when he continued. “Of course, ye probably should have held off saying that until after ye were inside of her. Ah, live and learn.”
He wasn’t about to admit that to Marty. Not after he’d found out that some other man had been with her. How pathetic would he look being a twenty-nine year old virgin? Nothing on this earth was going to drag those fucking words from his mouth.
Nothing.
What was he going to tell her if she asked why? That it felt wrong, like cheating to even consider it after that one mistake? Oh yeah, he’d come off as pathetic, deranged, and a stalker if he admitted that he couldn’t bring himself to touch another woman, knowing that it would never be as good as being with her. He wasn’t an idiot after all.
“Not many,” he answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed his off in the other room.
“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased. She pulled down his zipper as he struggled to sit up. He wanted to see her expression and he wasn’t disappointed. She stared wide-eyed as she freed his erection. Blinked and then blinked again.
“Better than Bob?” he asked, instantly cringing. What the hell was wrong with him reminding her of another man at this moment?
“Much better,” she answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.
After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, she yanked his pants off, leaving him buck naked, handcuffed and lying on the floor, which simply begged the question, “What now?”
Marty answered his question by running her hands over his legs and stomach. His erection jumped with each pass as if it were begging for her touch. Finally, with a shaky hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.
A broken moan escaped Tristan’s mouth as she ran a tentative hand down his length.
“I want to take you in my mouth,” she announced suddenly as if she couldn't help herself. His eyes shot open. Was she trying to kill him? “Can you stand?” she asked as she released him.
Could he stand? Hell yeah, he could stand! He’d do whatever she wanted short of murder if she took him in her mouth. Ah, who the hell was he kidding? He’d kill for her in a heartbeat.
Deciding time was of the essence here and this was no time to try to be suave, he moved onto his side and struggled to stand up, ignoring the pain he was causing his still healing shoulder even when he felt something pop. Marty was giggling at his eagerness as he stood up, panting with his erection proudly displayed.
She smiled sheepishly at him as she stood and placed a soft warm hand on his chest. “Against the wall would probably be best,” she explained in a sexy little whisper that had him biting back a groan.
Tristan backed up until his back hit the door with the doorknob pressing against his lower back. Deciding that wasn’t going to work, he moved to the right just to the side of the door.
“Will this do?” he asked breathlessly.
She smiled sweetly at him as she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing and licking her way down his stomach. “Perfect,” she whispered. Her breath felt like a warm kiss on his cock.
Just when he didn’t think that he could take anymore, she ran her hot wet tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
“Holy shit!” he groaned loudly, unable to stop himself.
He felt Marty smile against him. She licked him again, this time running her tongue over his balls before running it back up to the tip. He watched her as she hesitantly took the head into her mouth and then suckled.
The only thing he could do was moan. It took a few minutes before he realized that he wasn’t the only one moaning. He could feel her moans vibrate through him as she ran her mouth over him. From the expression on her face he could tell that she was just as turned on as he was.
He licked his lips, wishing that it was her pussy. “I want to taste you, too,” he panted, hungry for another taste of her.
Marty took him deeper, seeming to think it over. He watched as she pushed one hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moment later she moaned even louder. He had to grit his teeth from coming then and there as she touched herself.
“Need,” he swallowed, “to taste you, baby.”
She pulled her hand out and raised it with a slight hesitation. Before she could make a decision one way or the other, Tristan leaned over and captured those glistening fingers in his mouth, sucking loudly. His tongue ran over her fingers as he greedily suckled them, desperate for her taste. She tasted like honey and he wanted more.
“Baby,” he growled, “lay back on the floor and spread your legs. I want to lick you clean.”
Marty moaned louder, but didn’t stop moving her mouth over him. She ran her hands up his legs to caress his ass and pull him forward. His hips thrust on their own, sending a surge of pleasure that was both oddly familiar and intense through his body. He wanted more, but he wasn’t sure that he could control himself. It took every ounce of willpower he had left, which wasn’t much, to stop him from doing it again. He didn
’t want to hurt her.
She stopped and pulled away with a sly smile at the same moment that his mind registered a cool breeze on his back. “Did you really mean it?”
“What?” he asked in a daze.
“That you were mine no matter what?”
Words failed him so he nodded. She slowly stood up, running her hands up his chest as she stretched up to kiss him. Just when their lips were about to meet, she used her hands on his chest to shove him backwards.
Instead of hitting the wall like he’d expected, he stumbled back into nothing on the wrong side of the door.
What the hell?
Marty winked at him, “Consider this payback, baby.” With that she shut and locked the door, leaving him painfully aroused and confused as hell.
That is until his mind registered that it was nighttime and instead of it being dark, everything seemed to be lit up. The front of his house was bright, really bright with odd flashes of red and blue.
Slowly, he turned around to face whatever was left of Marty’s revenge and groaned as he spotted five cruisers with their lights flashing, three ambulances, two fire department SUV’s and about twenty or so cops, firefighters, EMT’s, and onlookers.
Denny stepped forward with a camcorder in his hand as he laughed his ass off. With the other hand he wiped tears from his eyes.
“Oh, this is so going on the website,” he announced, grinning hugely.
Tristan closed his eyes and dropped his head back, hitting the door. Then he did it again and again. Oh, he was going to enjoy his revenge.
“Nice cuffs, Black!” one of the men yelled.
“Glad to know that you’re happy to see us, Black!” another man yelled. Tristan didn’t have to look down to know that he was still hard as a rock. It seemed that nothing was going to dampen his need for Marty, not the frigid February air or even public humiliation. Damn if she hadn’t gotten him good with this one.
“Ah, there she goes!” Denny said, pointing to what Tristan already knew was Marty running towards her house.
Tristan stepped around the corner of his house and watched as Marty ran away. She seemed to sense him watching her, because in the next instant she did the stupidest thing any woman could have possibly done at that moment.
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