by Sam Crescent
“I brought some baking. I …erm. Do you want me to bring it back another time?” she asked.
“No, come on through.”
Walking through to his office she heard him shut the door as she placed her baking on his desk top. Vicki hadn’t seen Tristan since the night he’d taken her virginity. She didn’t want to approach him in case he wished to talk about that night.
She looked upon that night with happiness and sadness.
His hands moved around her waist, and Tristan pulled her against him. His face pressed against her neck as he thrust his pelvis against her ass. She felt his aroused state rubbing her ass.
“I’ve missed you. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve missed you.”
He cupped her breasts in each of his palms, rubbing the tips with his fingers.
Vicki gasped. What more was she to do? Her body was on fire for what he could give her. Her traitorous body responded to Tristan even as she tried to fight the effects.
The thick length of his cock teased between her ass cheeks making her want so much more.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” he asked.
She nodded. Her words were useless. She wasn’t experienced enough to put her needs into actual words.
“Are you wet?”
Tristan didn’t give her chance to respond. He moved one hand down, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and then pressing his palm to her covered pussy. The cotton panties she wore were torn within seconds as his fingers skimmed through her silken folds.
“You’re dripping wet. This is my pussy.” He kept speaking even as he caressed her clit. The sounds of him playing with her echoed off the walls in his small office.
She cried out as he stroked her clit.
“You feel so fucking good in my arms. I’m going straight to hell for what I want to do to you.”
He pressed her against the desk. “Tell me you want this,” he said.
“Yes, I want this.” And she did. Vicki wanted everything Tristan was prepared to give her. Not a day went by when she wasn’t thinking about him in some way.
“Fuck, I need you. I’ve got to have you.”
Lifting up her dress, Tristan took charge. Within seconds the tip of his cock was pressing against her entrance. Their combined growls filled the air as he fucked her, long and hard against his desk.
****
Vicki came out of the memory feeling flushed. Tristan may have ruined every moment they were together, but he’d waited to do it afterwards. Before and during sex he was perfect. She loved every second of being with him. From the moment he finished, another man took his place.
Turning to look at Tristan she started to ask him questions. If he was determined to stay in her life then she had a right to know his reasons for everything.
Chapter Seven
“Why did you push me away every time after we had sex?” Vicki asked. Tristan cursed and moved closer to her. Her hands were filled with shards of the mug Zoe had broken. Zoe had told him about the alcohol Vicki had been consuming lately. He didn’t like it and intended to put a stop to it.
Vicki wasn’t going to get rid of him. She wanted him and his love, and now she would get all of him.
“I pushed you away because I didn’t want to hurt you. I figured I could give your body what you needed but not let your heart get involved.”
Tears were filling her eyes. He saw the dampness of them and cursed again. Why did he have to be the person to hurt her? He hated it. For once he wanted to see happiness on her face and he be the cause.
“Your plan failed. All you ever did was hurt me and make me feel like shit.” She wiped at her eyes. “Fuck! Why am I always crying around you? I hate being like this with you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”
He took her hand even when she pushed him away. Tristan held onto her hand. “I never expected to be right about everything. I thought what I was doing was for the best. I saw how much I was hurting you, but you kept coming back.”
And Vicki did. The harder he pushed the more she seemed to be around. He turned one way and she turned another, and they always ended up together.
Pulling her in close, Tristan stroked her cheek. Her darker blonde locks fell down her face in waves. “I swear to you, Vicki, I’m going to do everything in my power to protect and look after you. You’ll want for nothing. All I ask from you is you give me time to prove it to you. I promise I can be the man you need.”
“It sounds to me like you’re begging,” she said.
“I am begging. I don’t beg for anything, but I’m begging you. Give me a chance.”
Tristan saw she was close to giving in. Running his fingers down her stomach he stroked her delicate flesh. “When I heard you’d lost the baby I went home and cried.” When he’d found out about the baby and the missed opportunity he’d cried for a long time. There wasn’t a day gone by when he didn’t think about what their baby could have meant for them. “I’ve always wanted to be a father, Vicki.”
“Please, stop.”
“No.” He tilted her face up with a finger under her chin to gain her attention. “I’m not going to stop. Being married was the biggest mistake of my life. Kate means nothing to me. You mean the world to me.”
Leaning in close, he brushed her lips with his own. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how important you are to me.”
Letting her go, Tristan walked over to the far cabinet above the sink. He moved some of the cleaning products out of the way and grabbed the bottle of whisky. Opening the cap he poured the expensive liquor down the sink.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You don’t think I see the vicious circle you’ve got yourself locked inside? One drink will lead to two.” He placed the bottle in the recycle trash can then went to the fridge. Taking out the bottle of red liquor Zoe had told him about, he emptied that one down the sink.
While Vicki had been shouting from the kitchen her friend had voiced her concerns to him. His woman wasn’t going to be an alcoholic, not on his shift. He’d do everything to stop her from slipping down that spiral.
Vicki was going to get his undivided attention.
“And two drinks will lead to three. I remember a time when you didn’t even have beer in this house. You saw what alcohol did to your customers at the bar. I’m not letting you fall down, Vicki. We both lost a baby, and I accept your need to lose yourself, but something has changed now.”
“What is that?” she asked. Her arms were folded around her body. To Tristan the position looked like she was trying to ward off some kind of pain.
“You’ve got me. We’ll get through this together. All your pain and suffering will come to me.”
“You’re invading, Tristan.”
“No, I’m taking over and controlling the situation, which is what I should have done months ago. I’ve let it go. You don’t eat, and from the looks of it you barely sleep. All that is going to change.”
He finished pouring the alcohol down the sink then pulled the keys from his pocket. “Come on, we’ve got to go out.”
“Why? Where are we going?” she asked.
“Shopping. You need some food in this place.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Taking her hand he pulled her outside. The town was busy with market day. He didn’t take her to the market. He pulled her toward his car parked outside of the station. He saw Stefan’s bike was parked alongside Kevin’s truck. The two men must be trying to woo the woman inside. “I feel sorry for Marla. Poor woman doesn’t stand a chance against those two.”
Vicki mumbled in agreement. Opening the passenger door to the car he waited for her to climb inside before going around to his side.
“Where are we going? There’s a supermarket several doors down from the mechanic shop,” Vicki said.
“I know. I don’t feel like listening to everyone talk about Kate. I know she’s still in town, but the less I see of her the better,” he said.
“What happened?”
Vicki asked.
“What should have happened a long time ago. My eyes were opened to the real woman Kate is. She’s used to getting her own way. Being married to me and off getting what she wanted was fine while it was on her own shift. Now, she’s turned nasty. You might start to hear some crap about me if she decides to stay in town.”
Tristan knew Kate better than his wife realised. He wasn’t going to let her bring him down no matter how much she wanted to.
****
Buckling up her seatbelt, Vicki listened to everything Tristan had to say. Her hands were shaking from the small amount of alcohol she’d drunk. She was ashamed because what Tristan said was the truth.
Up until recently she never touched the stuff. Watching the way people changed scared her. Alcohol scared her, and yet she’d started to drink in order to numb the pain inside.
Watching him pour the contents of the two bottles was enough for her to realise she needed to change. Two bottles were two more than she’d ever owned. The fact she’d poured whisky into her coffee was even more shameful to her.
Pushing the few strands of hair off her face she looked out of the window at the passing scenery.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To a quieter place to buy some groceries.” Tristan didn’t elaborate, and she wasn’t in the mood to know more.
“Do you really think Kate will cause you problems?” Vicki asked. From the way he described the other woman, Kate sounded like a person to avoid conflict.
“She’s a lawyer. Losing anything is not something she’s comfortable with,” Tristan said. “I’m prepared for everything. She may even hit out at you and our age difference.”
“Why would she try? You know her secret about the pain thing.”
“Yeah, I do. She also knows I wouldn’t out her unless I had to. If I out her then I’d be blacklisted. The people in our scene would see me as a snitch. It’s complicated.”
“But you’re not part of the scene anymore. What would it matter?”
“It wouldn’t, and I’m hoping Kate will realise that before she tries something fucking stupid.”
Vicki nodded. “You swear a lot when you’re angry.”
“I’ve got a lot to be angry about.” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “I put my life on hold. I’m forty-five years old, and when I met Kate I thought I’d be settled with a couple of kids.”
She saw when he chanced a glance at her. Quickly his gaze returned to the road. “When you told me you loved me, I wanted to give you everything. I was married to Kate, and I didn’t see any other choice than to push you away.”
Staying silent was the best thing for her to do. Tristan didn’t need words. He needed to get his thoughts off his chest.
“Finding out about the baby was the worst. I pushed you away to the point you couldn’t even be honest with me. I remember when we talked outside of The Dugout after I talked to Steve and Zoe. You asked if there was any chance I’d leave my wife. Do you remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Did you know about the baby then?” he asked.
“Yeah. Your answer was going to be the deciding factor on staying or leaving Law Castle. I wasn’t in touch with my dad then. Losing the baby meant I could stay home.”
“But my answer was going to send you away?” he asked.
She nodded. “Law Castle is my home. Leaving town is the last resort for me. I know the people would support me, and I’d have Zoe and her men for company. Stefan would probably move me into his home, but it wouldn’t have worked. You’d know and I would know the truth, and even if you didn’t know, seeing you every day and knowing you thought it was someone else’s baby, would be the worst. I planned to leave into my fifth month.”
Her fifth month had never come about. She’d been shot and lost the baby before her fifth month came around.
Tristan reached out for her hand. “There will be more babies.”
Vicki didn’t dispute his statement. She would have more babies. If she had them with him was the question.
He pulled up into a parking space. The supermarket was large, larger than anything inside Law Castle.
“Wow,” she said. She’d never been to such a large supermarket before. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re showing your small town roots. Come on. If the outside impresses you, wait until you see the front.”
Vicki got out of the car and was shocked when Tristan grabbed her hand, shocked and delighted as a bolt of electricity went up her arm from the simple contact.
He held her hand as they walked through the doors. Tristan only let her go to get a trolley for them to fill. She did a quick sum in her head on how much she could spend.
When she told Tristan how much he shook her off.
“This is on me. You’ll get what I tell you to get.”
His commanding attitude pissed her off. She wasn’t going to cause a scene in front of everyone inside the supermarket.
She followed him around as he filled the trolley with fresh vegetables. When she placed chocolate and unhealthy foods he batted her hand away and took control. Vicki watched as he allowed some chocolate but nothing she’d come to regret later.
“You’re going to control my food?” she asked. “Is that another aspect of your Dom control?”
He paused and stared up and down. “I’ve not been in charge of your life, and look at you. You must have dropped a minimum of two dress sizes, and your hair has seen better days. The Vicki I know wouldn’t have let herself drop so suddenly.”
His remarks cut her deeply.
Food held little appeal, and besides washing herself in the shower she’d not taken all that much care of herself.
“I didn’t see the need,” she said.
They were alone down the aisle. Tristan leaned in close. “From now on you better see the need.”
“I’m not going to look pretty for you,” she said.
Tristan shook his head. “You’re going to start looking pretty for yourself, and in turn you’ll be looking pretty for me.”
She didn’t argue with him even though she wanted to desperately. Instead she followed him around the supermarket. For as much as she wanted to hate his belligerent attitude a part of her liked it because he was showing he was sticking around. Kate wasn’t going to take Tristan away from her, and for that, Vicki was happy.
Chapter Eight
By the time Tristan pulled up outside Vicki’s house it was late afternoon. He’d spent a good few hours in the supermarket buying everything he felt she needed. Climbing out of the car, he opened the trunk and started lifting bags. Vicki went to help him, but he nudged her toward the front door. He would do all the lifting and carrying while she put everything away.
Leaving the bags inside the kitchen he went back to get everything else. He’d also purchased a food processor for Vicki. He lifted the expensive device and carried it through to the kitchen.
When he was finished he closed the trunk and locked the car. He locked the car more out of habit from living in the city than anything else.
Law Castle was a safe enough town, apart from the drug incident last year. Nothing else happened in the small town. Stefan and the rest of them dealt with it.
Vicki was putting some tins away in the cupboard when he entered. Going to the far drawer he pulled out a knife and started setting up some new appliances onto the counter.
“You shouldn’t have bought them,” she said, opening another bag.
“I don’t care. You need what I got.” He settled them in place before going to her fridge. He threw everything in the trash and washed the fridge out before filling it, placing the fresh vegetables, meats, and cheeses into the fridge as he did.
“You’ve bought enough to feed a family of four or six,” she said.
“This is more than enough to feed us and your parents when they come to meet me at the weekend,” he said. He’d already decided he needed to meet Vicki’s parents.
“What?” she asked. He felt her move closer.
Tristan smiled. He unpacked the fresh herbs and moved around her to place them in a watered pot.
“You heard me. I was being serious earlier, Vicki. I intend to stay. I’m going to get my divorce, and you’re going to be my woman.”
The pulse inside her neck jumped. His woman liked the idea.
“Do you know who my father is?” she asked.
“I know he was a member of the Law Castle group.”
“No, he wasn’t just a member. He was one of the leaders when he lived here,” she said.
He didn’t know that little detail. When he saw Stefan again he’d question him.
“You didn’t know that, did you?”
Tristan turned to her. She carried a jar of sun-dried tomatoes and a packet of dried pasta. “Are you trying to scare me off?” he asked.
“What? No, I just want you to be prepared. My dad is not for everyone, even you, Mr. Carmichael.”
He smiled. “Call me Sir,” he said.
“What?”
Raising an eyebrow, Tristan waited for her to answer him.
“Sir?” She said the word but looked confused. Taking the jar and pasta from her, Tristan put them away. “Why did you want me to say that word?”
“I wanted to hear you say it, and you know what I am, Vicki.”
“Yeah, I know you’re a Dom.”
“Good, there will be times when I wish for you to say that.”
He turned back to her and folded his arms. The heat of the day was starting to get to him. When he was alone he spent a great deal of time walking around in nothing but a pair of loose fitting pants. He didn’t like to be constricted when he moved around.
Staring up and down Vicki’s body, Tristan wondered if Vicki would like that about him. He knew she liked his tattoos. Before he pushed her away she used to like tracing them. Thinking about their time together they’d never actually made love naked and inside a bed. Their times together were always rushed. He intended to change that.
“Do you want me to be your sub?” she asked.
