She couldn’t help but smile as she weakly said, “That was so good, Tristan.”
He raised himself up to look down at her, looking confused and very sexy. “What do you mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”
“What……” Her eyes widened as she felt him move inside of her.
“Nope,” he said with a pleased grin. “Definitely not done.” He swallowed her whimper with his mouth as her took her again.
*-*-*-*
An hour after she cried, begged and threatened to kill him, Marty’s head finally hit the pillow. He took her four times. Four times! Every time got better and better, if that was even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him to buy herself some sleep. Naturally he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and fingers. Now she was sore, spent and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms with him tonight. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.
A moment later she tensed when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you a rest. It’s just after ten now so in about oh,…three hours I’ll wake you up again.”
She whimpered.
Another chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the morning.”
"You're not supposed to go to work," she mumbled. "You have to go to a meeting."
He sighed heavily near her ear. "I'd rather go to work."
"Tristan, don't you think that you should take some time off? Your shoulder really should get looked at," she said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he sighed. "How about this? If it hurts tomorrow I'll go home early and use up my vacation time."
Knowing that was probably the best she would get from him, she nodded her agreement. With that settled she closed her eyes, ready for some much needed sleep.
She’d never been happier to have to go to work in her life. She was so tired. There was no doubt in her mind that if they didn’t have work in the morning that he wouldn’t let her rest. She felt his arm snake around her waist and snuggled back against his chest, closing her eyes with a pleased smile.
When his hand began to wander down her stomach, she made a grab for it.
“What are you doing?”
“Just repositioning my hand for comfort,” he said innocently.
Grudgingly, she released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later her eyes flew open as a loud gasp escaped her lips. He ran his finger over her clit, teasing it again and again. Her damn traitorous body began to respond even as her brain sent out urgent messages that it was time to sleep.
Oh, God…..he was going to kill her with sex.
He kissed her neck and she stupidly gave him access. He kissed and licked her neck just the way that he knew she liked it. Damn him. She felt herself becoming wet again as his finger glided through her slit and slid inside of her. She whimpered when he pulled his finger away from her, but then moaned loudly as he slid into her from behind.
"After this I'll let you get some sleep." She noticed that he didn't say, "I promise”, but at the moment she really was in no position to argue. It felt too good to complain.
*-*-*-*
Marty closed her eyes, wincing as the floorboards beneath the carpet creaked softly. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and almost sighed with relief when she spotted Tristan lying undisturbed and most importantly, still asleep on his bed. Her eyes shot to the alarm clock. It was barely one o'clock in the morning. After the marathon of love making, not to mention what he went through today, he should be out cold until morning.
She should be sleeping, too, but she could no longer ignore the call of nature. Carefully, she padded across the bedroom carpet to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She paused for another moment before locking the door. Marty had no doubt that he could burst through the door if he wanted to, but it made her feel safer this way.
After relieving herself, washing her face, and cringing at the sight of her hair she opened the door and whimpered.
"Morning, baby," Tristan drawled, giving her a sexy lopsided smile.
Another whimper may have escaped her as her gaze dropped down his body only to shoot back up in alarm. He couldn't be.....
Oh, but he was. She gasped as he reached out and pulled her to him. The hard erection she’d glimpsed only a few seconds ago jerked against her stomach.
"I was just using the bathroom. I-I'd like some sleep now," she mumbled pathetically.
He chuckled softly against the crook of her neck. "I'll get you back in bed. Don't worry about it," he said as he lifted her up and once again her legs wrapped around him. This time he pressed her against the wall and entered her hard with one thrust, earning a whimper or a moan from her. She really wasn't sure which.
*-*-*-*
"Shit," Marty whispered harshly as she overfilled her glass with water. The excess water pooled on the counter before running over the side and onto the tiled floor. Marty quickly downed her second glass of water before she grabbed a few paper towels. Once the last drop of water was gone, she knelt down on the floor and frantically tried to wipe up the mess so that she could go back to sleep before he woke up again.
She was so tired....so damn tired and sore. She was sore in places she hadn’t even known existed until today. As soon as she cleaned up this mess she was going back to bed to-
"Thirsty?"
"Oh, no," Marty whimpered, too afraid to look back. She didn't need to since she already knew that it was him. Two warm hands gripped her hips and held her in place as he slowly penetrated her.
This was not happening. It couldn't be. It had to be humanly impossible for a man to get this many erections in a twenty-four hour period. It couldn't be healthy for him. She knew that it wasn't healthy for her, but once again her body betrayed her.
By morning she was going to need a vacation just to catch up on sleep.
*-*-*-*
Marty yawned and turned over onto her back just as a warm heavy weight settled on top of her. Her eyes flew open just as Tristan slid inside of her.
"B-b-but I was only turning over. I was still sleeping!" she protested weakly as he rolled his hips against hers.
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "Last time. I promise," he said with such an innocent expression that she almost believed him.
*-*-*-*
"Baby, wake up." A pause. "Marty, it's time to wake up," Tristan said, giving her a little shake.
Marty came awake with a start. When she saw him, she practically flew off the bed. The entire time she refused to turn her back on him. She held out her hand in a stopping motion towards him when he moved to go to her.
"Just stay away from me, Tristan Black," she warned as she backed up towards the bathroom.
Tristan shook his head in disbelief as he watched Marty turn and practically run to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and seconds later locked it.
"What's wrong with her?" Shayne asked, materializing next to him.
He shrugged as he fixed his tie. "No idea. I'm guessing she's not a morning person."
Shayne snorted as they listened while Marty threatened a very vital part of Tristan's anatomy. "Guess not, lad."
Chapter 20
"You and I need to talk," Tristan said quietly as he threw his bathroom door one last look of longing. He wanted to take Marty back into his bed and hold her, but they had to move their asses if they were going to make it to the therapy session early enough for him to explain to the therapist that it would be in his best interest to sign Tristan's paper and forget all about Hank's request.
"Ye don't have to thank me, lad," Shayne said, grinning hugely. "I was happy to help."
For a moment, Tristan could only stare at him, sure that he’d misheard. "You call that help?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.
Shayne nodded firmly, still grinning as he let out a happy little sigh. "Ye finally got the lass right where y
"And you really think you had something to do with that?" Tristan asked in a low whisper as he kept an eye on the door.
"Of course I did, lad," Shayne said, gesturing to the rumpled sheets. "Ye really didn't think that ye managed to get her in bed with yer skills, now did ye?"
When Tristan only glared, Shayne let out an exaggerated sigh as he gave Tristan a pitying look. "That really is sad, lad. Just sad," he said, shaking his head in sympathy.
"Say goodbye to your porn, you betraying bastard," he hissed, grinning hugely when Shayne's jaw dropped.
"But that entertains me!"
Tristan merely shrugged as he adjusted his tie.
"It's educational!" Shayne protested.
Tristan chuckled as he grabbed his weapon off the bureau and attached it to his belt, wincing when a muscle in his arm protested, but he ignored it. He had too much shit to do and he wasn't about to let Hank put him back on full medical.
"Consider it gone," Tristan said as he checked his hair in the mirror.
Shayne let out a heartfelt sigh. "I didn't want to have to tell ye this, lad, but ye’ve left me no choice. I'm afraid that I need to watch porn at least eight hours a day or I'll die."
"Uh huh," Tristan said absently as he attached a holster to his ankle.
"It's true, lad. I have a medical condition. I didn't tell ye, because I didn't want to worry ye, lad," Shayne said with nod as if he truly thought this bullshit was believable.
"Do you know what you left me with yesterday when you pulled your disappearing act?" Tristan asked, nervously glancing around the room when he suddenly remembered the bimbo twins.
"I already took care of the lasses, lad," Shayne said, reading his mind, not literally, of course. After all these years together it wasn't too difficult to figure out what the other one was thinking.
"Not soon enough," he said, looking at his watch. They needed to move their asses now if Marty was going to have a chance to go home and change into some clean clothes.
"Well, ye were being a bit of an ass yesterday, lad. So really, ye can't blame me for that disappearing act," Shayne explained sheepishly.
"And I bet you were so upset that you just had to rush home and get a dose of porn to help settle your nerves," he drawled as he turned around and leaned back, resting his hip against the bureau while he waited for Marty.
"That's it exactly, lad," Shayne readily agreed.
Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "You're pathetic."
"I really am and if ye get rid of my porn, I'll be too weak to help keep the lifeless lasses away from ye," Shayne rushed to explain when they both knew that Tristan would never get rid of the man's porn.
"Just make sure to keep that shit off the television when Marty's around," he said when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
She paused in the doorway as she wrapped a large baby blue towel around herself. "Who are you talking to?" she asked, frowning as she looked around the room.
"No one," Tristan said quickly, inwardly groaning when she cocked a disbelieving brow in his direction.
"Real smooth, lad," Shayne drawled with an eye roll.
He barely stopped himself from flipping Shayne off as he walked over to Marty, who he might add looked incredibly sexy wrapped up in one of his towels.
"Good morning," he said softly as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, hoping she'd forget that she heard him talking to himself. If this was going to work, and he was going to damn well make sure that it did, he was going to have to be a hell of a lot more careful when he was around her.
Thankfully she took pity on him and dropped it. "I have to go home and change," she said, moving towards her discarded clothes from the night before, but not before she gave him a proper good morning kiss that left him hard and more than ready to continue with last night's activities.
"We have to go to work," she said around a yawn as she stepped away from him and quickly dressed.
He held back a groan of frustration as he forced himself to stay right where he was, but it was damn difficult, especially when she dropped her towel. There was no rush after all. They'd go to work and then tonight he would take her out for dinner. Then they would spend the rest of the night making up for all the years he'd stupidly wasted.
"We have to get going or we'll be late for your meeting," she said as she pulled her shoes on.
"There's no rush, sweetheart. They’ll probably just sign me off when they realize that I don’t really have an anger problem," he said, grabbing his keys and noting twin looks of disbelief.
"I don't!" he snapped, feeling insulted.
When Shayne and Marty both rolled their eyes at that announcement, he decided that a little clarification obviously was in order. "I don't have a fucking anger management problem!"
*-*-*-*
"Hello, Detective Black, my name is Elizabeth. I'm so happy that you were able to make it today," a woman a few inches taller than Marty, rail thin with glasses and a pixie cut, said in a syrupy sweet tone better used on small children than on a six foot-two man packed with muscle who was carrying a gun and was here for some help with his anger issues.
A muscle in Tristan's jaw did a little bounce as he did his best to reign in his temper. Well, Marty assumed that's what he was doing since he looked furious and hadn't yelled at the woman, yet. A few seconds later, his scowl disappeared and was replaced by a charming smile that actually frightened her a little. The man was up to something and she was very much afraid that he was going to bring her down with him.
"Elizabeth, it's very nice to meet you," he said charmingly as he shook Elizabeth's hand.
"I'm very excited to have you join our group, Detective," Elizabeth said in that same tone and Marty had to admit that it was really starting to become a tad annoying.
"Elizabeth, I was actually hoping that you could do me a favor and sign this release," Tristan said smoothly as he handed her a piece of paper.
"I'm sorry, Detective, but I'm under strict orders not to do that," she said with a shrug and a smile as she handed the paper back to Tristan.
"I see," Tristan murmured, sounding thoughtful as he folded the paper and placed it in his jacket pocket. "And you're positive that you can't sign this?"
"Yes," Elizabeth said, adding an upbeat tone to her answer.
"Very well," Tristan said, smiling as he gestured for her to lead the way into the room set up for the meeting. Elizabeth looked pleased as she did just that.
"I'll be ten minutes," Tristan said, pausing at the door.
"The meeting lasts for an hour," Marty pointed out, frowning as she looked down at the flier in her hand to make sure that she hadn't messed up the time. Nope, the meetings were an hour long, which was probably a good thing since it would give her some time to figure out what the hell happened between yesterday morning when she was ready to kill the jerk and this morning when she screaming his name at the top of her lungs as he took her from behind.
"Ten minutes," he said firmly before he closed the door behind him and left her sitting on one of the hard plastic chairs lining the hallway wall of the community center and wondering what she should do.
He said he loved her and heaven help her, but she believed him. That didn't explain why he'd kept her out of his life for all those years or why he treated her the way he had over the past couple of weeks. Until he was able to explain a few things to her, they were going to take things slow. Well, slow but with sex since there was no way she was going to deny herself that pleasure.
She still couldn't believe that he’d been a virgin. That was definitely another thing that he was going to have to explain. She knew why she had held off for so long. She hadn't wanted to make a mistake or end up with a kid before she was ready. Her friends couldn't understand and honestly she didn't care. This was her choice, her life, and she hadn't wanted to sleep with any of the guys she'd dated.
If she was going to be honest with herself, she'd admit that the real reason that she’d held off for so long was Tristan. She'd been in love with him her whole life and when she dated a man she had a rather nasty habit of comparing him to the Tristan that she used to know. She’d also felt as though she were cheating on Tristan and no matter how many times she told herself that she was being irrational, she couldn’t shake the feeling that being with another man was wrong. It didn’t hurt that none of the men she’d gone out with made her feel special or protected, not the way he used to make her feel.
That brought up another interesting question, just how long was Tristan going to be able to keep this up with her? When was he going to suddenly get tired and irritated with her and push her away again? She already knew that if he tried to push her away that he wouldn't get another chance. This was it. She'd given herself to him and it would be hard enough to deal with the aftermath if he decided that he just didn't want her. She wasn't about to put herself through hell and turn into one of those women who constantly took some guy who treated her badly back over and over again. This was a one shot deal and she was going to make sure that he knew that.
"Ready?" Tristan suddenly asked, startling her.
"You've only been in there for five minutes," she said, glancing down at her watch. "What are you doing out here?" she asked, frowning as she looked past him at the closed door. Was that crying she heard?
"Elizabeth realized that I really don't need therapy and decided to sign off on my sheet," Tristan said as he took her hand into his and gave it a gentle tug, pulling her to her feet.
"She signed off? I thought she said that she couldn't do that," she murmured distractedly as Tristan put his arm around her.
"Mmmhmm, I guess she realized that I really didn't need therapy," he said with a shrug as he continued to guide her towards the front door.
She heard a door slam open behind her and realized that she did indeed hear crying. She looked over her shoulder just as Elizabeth hurried their way, wiping frantically at the tears that were streaming down her face.
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