Wicked Knight

by Tierney O'Malley

  “Oh, thank God!”

  “Make love with me.” She raked her fingers on his back, shoulders, and neck.

  Tristan hissed. “Take it easy, minx. Your nails are sharp,” Tristan said in between kisses. He headed toward the stairs.

  “Sorry, sorry...” She kissed the skin where she raked her nails.

  “Keep that up and we won't make it to the bedroom.”

  Nuzzling Tristan's neck, Julie laughed and clung to him, feeling his erection pressed against the very center of her.

  “This damn house should have an escalator.”

  “Turn left,” Julie whispered in his ear, when they reached the landing. “Third room on the right. My bedroom.” She licked his ear. He turned his head and bit the skin below her chin.

  “You're driving me insane, woman.”

  “Glad to hear that. I want you crazy for me,” Julie replied.

  Tristan kicked her door open without breaking the kiss. He laid her down on the bed, his body followed. In one swift movement, he pulled her shirt off. Warm strong hands cupped her breasts while he buried his head in between.

  “Do all men do that or you just have a breast fetish?” She wriggled, tickled by his rough chin.

  “Don't know about other men. All I know is that I love...your breasts. Julie, you're beautiful.”

  “You are, too.” Julie shifted voluntarily. Her body was burning, wanting more pressure from him.

  Tristan swiftly moved and sat back on his heels. With their eyes locked together, he slowly tugged her pajama pants down. Julie knew what to do. She lifted her butt to make it easier for Tristan to pull her pants down. Dressed with nothing but a white thong, she laid there, exposed like meat in the market for him to peruse.

  Heat, either from embarrassment or from excitement, warmed her whole body.

  “You are one magnificent creature.”

  “Thank you.”

  Julie's heart thundered inside her chest as she watched Tristan remove his shirt and the white pants he called Churidar. His boxers followed. Good heavens, he was all meat and muscles. As curious as a kitten, she stared at his long, thick erection. Shiny transparent liquid emerged from the tip. Lord, she wrote about a man's penis releasing pre-cum, but to actually see it happening sent heat rippling under her skin. Julie was totally entranced by his stunning virility. She knew he filled her the first time they made love, but now, seeing how long he was, she couldn't believe how her body had managed to accept him.

  Tristan lowered his body to cover hers. This time, when their bodies touched, Julie swore she died and went to heaven. Because this—lying in bed with the man she loved—definitely felt like heaven.

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  Kissing his way down, he didn't stop until his head was above the very spot he wanted so badly. “Spread your legs wide, love.”

  “Tristan, what are you—Oh my God! Oh...”

  He flattened his palms on her thighs and caressed her soft skin. He smiled at the seahorse-shaped birthmark and kissed it. Slowly his hands moved toward the vee of her legs and then down again to her knees. With little force, he urged her to open her legs for him.

  “Tristan.”

  “Beautiful.” He stared at her pussy. She was already hot and wet. Tristan's intense sexual desire pounded the blood through his heart and head. In front of him was the small door he wanted to enter, to feel, to fuck. Using two fingers, he spread her folds. “Julie, you're mine, baby. You're mine.” And then he licked her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

  Julie's legs clamped around his head and she tried to scoot up. Gripping her hips, he prevented her from escaping. With his tongue, he switched from teasing her clit with its tip to laving her. Soft sounds of pleasure came from Julie as she began to relax her legs. She even opened for him wider.

  “That's it, love.” Soft and beautiful. Her pussy was plump and ripe.

  Tristan dipped his thumb inside her. Hot damn, juice oozed out from her. Taut as a string, his body screamed for release. He couldn't let this foreplay last. His dick throbbed so badly, two minutes was all he could handle without ejaculating on the bed. Reaching for her breast, he pinched her hard nipple while his other hand continued to finger fuck her. His mouth concentrated on that one part he knew would help reach her peak—her clit.

  “Tristan, don't stop. Good, so good. This is wonderful. I want you, please.”

  “Hmmm...I want you too, love. Come for me. Now!” He formed his mouth into an O shape and sucked her clitoris. Julie writhed beneath his mouth. She moved her hips in a thrusting motion. She was close to coming.

  Growling low, he sucked hard on her clit the same time he pumped two fingers inside her weeping pussy.

  “Oh, oh...God. I'll die if you stop.” Her voice was raspy.

  “I'm not God, baby. But I won't stop.” Inch by inch, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her vagina. She was so tight, just like the first night he took her virginity. With Julie's pleasure in mind, he gave what her body asked for. He ate her pussy, sucked her juice, reveling at the sexy moans she was making.

  Julie gripped his hair and moved her hips in a thrusting motion. Oh yeah, fuck my mouth. Faster and faster, she thrust. Finally, she screamed his name. But Tristan didn't let go of her clit or pull his fingers out. He waited until her body stopped convulsing before he slowly crawled back up.

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  Chapter Ten

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  “Can't believe a pediatrician could be so wicked.”

  “You must have confused us with priests.” In truth, he was surprised at the consuming lust that nearly drove him wild. He wanted to do all the wicked things he imagined doing when he was in high school. How was it that making love with Julie far exceeded the pleasure he had experienced in bed with other women, including his ex-wife? Was it her uninhibited side that made him try unconventional ways to please each other? God damn, he made love with her as if he wanted to consume her, like a man who hadn't touched a woman in years. He pushed himself up, propped his elbow and looked down at Julie. Her eyes still held the glow of a satisfied woman after making love. The knowledge that he pleased her doubled the size of his heart. At least it felt that way.

  “I'm not surprised that you are wicked.”

  “What?”

  “Uh-huh. Your eyes show the sensual side of you. And these,” he touched her lips, “are just begging to be kissed. The way you move, talk, and smile speaks sensuality.”

  “Maybe because I'm a writer. I write bed scenes, read books, particularly the romance genre and the sub-genre—sensual, erotic, you know.”

  “From now on, I want you to live in the real world, not just in your books.”

  “I've been living my life.”

  “Yes, but not as a free woman. When was the last time you made a decision for yourself, the last time you did something without worrying about Marla? Baby, living is pleasing yourself, without worrying, and doing things because it is what you want.”

  “The way you made love with me. Did you make love with me to show me how to live?”

  “No. I made love with you because I wanted to. Why did you give yourself to me?” Please don't say it was a mistake. He stared down at Julie as he waited for her to say something. To hear her say what any man would want to hear from the woman he loved, to...

  He loved her. Good God, I love her. So this was why he immediately agreed to Kirsten's idea of marrying Julie to help her end the will's stipulation without question, without thinking, without second thought. Julie's soft hand cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and turned his mouth to kiss her palm.

  “It's what I wanted, Tristan. I wanted you to be my first.”

  Tristan opened his eyes and grinned at Julie. “Welcome to the real world.”

  “I like your real world.” Julie waggled her brows, grinning like a cat that had a big bowl of milk.

  “Keep smiling like that and we won't be able to leave this room for a week.”

  “Pro
mise?”

  “You are a naughty girl.”

  “Growing up, I began to believe naughty was my middle name.”

  “There are times when naughtiness is good, especially when applied at the right time and the right place.”

  “Such as in this bedroom, you mean.”

  “And the rest of the house.”

  “Hmm...can we start now?”

  “Careful, love. You might get what you wish for.” He nuzzled her neck and moved to suckle her collarbone.

  “I'm tired of being careful. I'll do whatever I want and get whatever I want, including the stars and the moon. From now on, I'll live my life.” Julie ran her hands on his shoulders, down his back, then smacked his butt. “But right now, I want more of what you showed me.”

  “And you'll get it, babe. First, let me get up.”

  “Why?” Julie yawned.

  Tristan stared at Julie. She woke up early this morning, and most likely stayed up thinking about what to do with Marla. Seeing the dark shadows beneath her eyes, she could use a little bit of a nap. “Be right back.”

  Julie was half-asleep when he went back to bed. Her eyes opened wide when he touched her thigh with the warm, wet, face towel. “I didn't know washing away traces of sex was the man's job. What I heard was, after sex, a man would either leave the bed or turn his back to go to sleep.”

  “You heard wrong.”

  “Thanks for coming here to save me from Marla.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  Moments later, Julie was asleep.

  Tristan watched her sleep. She had smooth skin dusted with freckles, bright red hair, full soft lips and long lashes that tickled his cheeks when she kissed him. She looked so vulnerable and beautiful. Poor thing, he thought. Poor, beautiful, wild thing. Tristan smiled, thinking how she scratched his back, wild with passion.

  Tristan's chest tightened. Julie made it clear she would marry for love. She'd build a life of her own with the man she'd love forever. If Kirsten hadn't come to his room, Julie might have been engaged to Armand now, not to him. Didn't she say she liked him? Was like only one step away from love? Julie liked him, and was physically attracted to him, but he saw wariness in her eyes when he first mentioned his intention. She didn't want to marry him. The only reason the signed marriage permit was in his pants pocket was Marla, and because he insisted. Julie would be his wife, but only on paper. And it would be over in a month—whether he liked it or not— because she wanted it to end in thirty days.

  He'd been on a married path and didn't want to go back there again. After Carly, he wouldn't dream of getting into that one hell of a mess called marriage. He loved Julie, that he knew now, but he and Carly loved each other, too, and it didn't salvage the marriage. Julie would want a family, a kitchen busy with kids wanting chocolate chip or Oreo cookies, a man she loved. He shouldn't have made love with her. But he did. And there was no turning back. Only to move forward.

  Julie sighed and scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She fit so perfectly inside his embrace. For some odd reason, he didn't want the moment to end. A soft sigh escaped Julie's lips. She looked content, no worries.

  He knew as soon as she woke, though, troubles about Marla would put a crease on her brow again. He'd put an end to Marla's viciousness against Julie. He'd make sure of it.

  Julie moved. Her butt pressed against his half-aroused cock. He wanted her again. With her leg wrapped around his thigh, he could make love with her again, but he wouldn't violate her like that. Adjusting the covers against them, he kissed her neck and the back of her head one more time and then he went to sleep—at least he tried. Julie's soft bottom tormented him. If he didn't do something, he'd make love with her again while she slept.

  He got up and adjusted the sheet around Julie. Earlier, he spotted a laptop. Julie wouldn't mind if he used it to check his email.

  Sitting on the chair facing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, he admired the view of the Puget Sound. The moon was already high in the midnight sky, providing subdued light on the private sailboats dotting the water. Outlines of the majestic Olympic Mountains added to the spectacular view. The Kingston Ferryboat tooted its horn, bringing his mind back to why he was standing there.

  The latest model of Mac laptop with its blue screen welcomed Julie as Tristan pressed the return button. He had never used a Mac before. Surely, he could find out how to check his emails from work using this one. He read the shiny little sticker on the left side of the keyboard. 13.3-inch glossy display, 1.83GHz or 2.0GHz Intel Core 2 Duo, 2GB memory, 200GB hard drive, Apple Remote with Front Row Built-in iSight camera. Whatever those things were, they surely sounded good and expensive. Tristan whistled low on purpose, making sure not to disturb Julie. He looked at the bed where she still lay sleeping and his blood started pumping in his head— both heads.

  “Down, boy, wait ‘til she wakes up,” he mumbled. His body refused to listen. Focusing on the screen, he willed himself not to think about the woman sleeping six feet away from him.

  After a minute of navigating, he found his work site and read his emails. A short letter from his partner, Edmund, appeared on the screen, telling that he found someone to help in the clinic.

  Julie stirred in bed, her hand sweeping the side of the bed where he laid. He stood up and walked back toward bed.

  “I thought you left me,” Julie mumbled in her sleepy voice, her arm reaching for him.

  “No, love. I'm still here. Go back to sleep.” He kissed her hand and leaned to do the same with her upturned face. She kissed him back. And that was all it took for Tristan to lose his control.

  This time though, he made love with Julie slowly, and again, without protection.

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  Chapter Eleven

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  The kitchen was messy and in the midst of it all was Tristan—cooking. Julie liked seeing him in her kitchen, in his butt-hugging jeans. Damn, he looked so yummy. That same butt brought her to an apex last night and early this morning. Never in her life did she ever imagine how magnificent it would be to wake up in the middle of having an orgasm, with a lover's hand on her skin, lips, and on every part of her body that screamed to be touched. Tristan made her feel special, wanted. At one point during their intimacy in bed, she felt loved. Then again, it could be her mind playing tricks on her. Tristan was in the process of pouring eggs in the pan when he noticed her. The look he gave her brought warmth all over her. Giddiness rippled throughout her body. In two days, they'd be wed. Who would have thought she'd snag a doctor? Yeah, their marriage would not last. Only a bit longer than Britney Spears’ first marriage. Not a very long time, but she'd make the best of it. She would deal with the consequences later—the emotional part—when she grieved for their short-lived marriage.

  “Breakfast is almost ready. Have a seat.”

  “Where did you get all this? I don't remember having pancake batter in the house or hash browns.”

  “I went to QFC while you were sleeping.” He dumped the stainless bowl in the sink then walked toward her. “Good morning.” He gave her a kiss. It was a long, wet, erotic, toe-curling kind. Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist when her knees suddenly lost their strength to support her weight.

  Julie clung to him. She had to. It was all she could do to keep upright. Good heavens, just a kiss and she felt hot all over, wet in between, and throbbing inside. Just like last night, she returned his kisses with ardor, like a woman trapped on an island who was now only getting a taste of bottled water. She sampled and curled her tongue around Tristan's.

  Tristan cupped her ass and lifted her. She could feel him thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock against her pubic bone.

  “Tristan,” she whispered in his mouth.

  “Julie, tell me to stop or breakfast will go to waste.”

  “I don't want you to stop. Love me again like last night.”

  “Baby, I want nothing else. The whole t
ime I've been down here thinking of nothing else but making love with you again.”

  “I'm here now. Do it. I want you deep inside me.”

  “I'll show you ways to please yourself, love.”

  “Stop talking. Just show me.”

  Tristan lifted her silk pink tank top, and suckled her including the built-in bra. While his mouth loved her aching breasts, his hands pushed her sweatpants down. His mouth left her breast to pepper her stomach with kisses as he lowered her pants until they pooled around her ankles. Julie kicked her sweats away.

  “Spread your legs, Julie.”

  “Tristan...” she whispered and spread her legs.

  Tristan ran his fingers along her folds then dipped his thumb inside her hot pussy. Even before she could blink, Tristan's mouth covered her pussy.

  He sucked and laved until Julie felt the beginning of her orgasm. Looking down at Tristan's head moving while he pleasured her quickened her pulse. She wanted to come, to feel heaven again between her legs. But Tristan stopped and lay down on the marbled floor.

  “Come, love, and sit.”

  “Sit?”

  “Yes. Come here.” Tristan patted his chest.

  Julie straddled him and lowered herself.

  “Higher,” Tristan said, in a tone that told her he was on the verge of losing his control.

  Julie moved higher, but Tristan kept telling her to move up until her pussy was directly above his mouth.

  “Better,” Tristan murmured, and then he held Julie's ass where it met her thighs. With his thumb spreading her pussy wide, he lowered her to his mouth.

  Julie moaned from the intensity of the pleasure his wicked tongue and mouth were doing to her. She moved her hips to center his tongue right where she wanted it most. In her position, she took control. She rocked her hips, taking turns aiming his mouth on her opening and her throbbing clit. Until she couldn't take it anymore.

  “Suck my clit, Tristan. Don't stop. Ohh...ohhh...yes, harder.”

  Tristan moved his hands away from her ass. Using her knees, she kept her balance. Even with her load moaning, she could hear Tristan's zipper. The thought of him inside her again...