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CHAPTER 14

T ristan casually leaned against the doorframe while he smiled warmly at her as though this was a pleasant visit. She inwardly scoffed at that.

This was an ass-kicking!

“Why, Marty, what a pleasant surprise to see you here,” Tristan drawled as he studied his nails. “Didn’t you have a date tonight?”

“ You ,” that one word seethed with uncontrollable rage, “ bastard .”

“Me? What did I do?” Tristan asked, pressing his hand against his chest.

“You…You…” She had to take a deep, calming breath just to get the words out. “You gave me a,” Marty paused to look around, making sure that no one was within earshot and hissed, “ a hickey !”

“I did?” Tristan asked, looking thoughtful. “You’d think I’d remember doing something like that.”

“You marked me, you prick!”

“Are you sure? Because I really can’t recall doing something like that,” Tristan drawled, absently scratching his bare chest.

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 it was hard to miss.

“So, I did. Sorry about that,” Tristan said around a yawn, not really sounding all that sorry.

No, he looked smug.

“Everyone at work saw it!” Marty 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!” Marty snapped, glaring up at the smug bastard that was going to pay for this as he laughed harder. “It’s not!”

Sighing, Tristan reached over and traced his mark with a fingertip. “Come on, it doesn’t look that bad.”

* * *

It did.

It really fucking 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 bad about what he did. Not that he regretted ruining her date because she was his and, really, by this point, she should have realized that. He reached out to take her hand in his only to have Marty pull it out of his reach.

“Why don’t you come inside and we’ll talk it over and order some food? Then, if you’re still angry, you can kick my ass, okay?” Tristan suggested, 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 was replaced by a warm smile, 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, Tristan stepped back inside and closed the door.

The lock barely had a chance to click into place before he was shoved against the door and his arms were swiftly brought behind his back. He felt the handcuffs wrap around his wrists 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.

Grinning, Tristan turned around to face her. “Is that all you have for me, baby?”

“That and more,” Marty promised in a pleased tone that let him know that she 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 keep calling me that?” Marty asked in a bored tone.

“Are you going to take these cuffs off?” Tristan drawled.

“No.”

“Then, yes.”

She watched him as he moved to sit down on the floor. “If you’re going to handcuff a man,” Tristan paused to shoot her a look of warning, “and you better not be thinking about handcuffing 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,” Marty said, shrugging it off as she watched him move to work his cuffed arms beneath him.

“What doesn’t matter?” Tristan asked, the last word leaving his mouth as 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. His back hit the hardwood floor with a grunt. “It doesn’t matter because I’m not going to give you a chance to escape until I’m done with you.”

* * *

Tristan took a moment to consider his predicament while his eyes ran over her spread legs, noting that her skirt was hiked up, the hard nipples straining against her blouse up to the face of the most beautiful woman that 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 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 nervous.

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 only a few centimeters apart. “That’s exactly what I want.”

All thoughts of acting unaffected shot out of his head at that announcement. He leaned up and captured her lips with his own. Marty 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. All that mattered was the woman on top of him.

“I need you, Tristan,” Marty whispered against his mouth, breaking the last strand of resistance that he’d been holding onto.

“You have me. I’m yours,” Tristan 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 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, Marty looked like she was going to cry. Since that was the last thing that he wanted, Tristan leaned up and captured her lips again, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke as her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, his shoulders, and over his chest.

She gently pushed him back down and broke away to trail kisses down his chin. Tristan was helpless beneath her touch. He watched her through hooded eyes as she licked and kissed her way down his body.

“Do you like this?”

“God, yes,” Tristan groaned as he imagined her hands and mouth on another part of him. That thought was quickly replaced with one that had his stomach dropping.

As she reached the waistband of his pants, Tristan asked, “Have you done this before?”

* * *

“This?” Marty asked, pulling back slightly before she followed the trail that disappeared beneath his jeans with her tongue. “No, I haven’t done this with a man before.”

“So…” Tristan 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.”

Marty worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought that over. “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 hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

“He doesn’t touch you again,” Tristan bit out as his eyes locked with hers. “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again. You’re mine !”

Marty 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 whatever this thing was between them. This was the man she’d loved her whole life. Then, a thought occurred to her that wiped the smile off her face.

As she undid his pants, Marty asked, “And have you been with a lot of 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 the lass. Ah, live and learn.”

He wasn’t about to admit that to Marty. Not after he found out that some other man had been with her. How pathetic would he look if he admitted to being a twenty-nine-year-old virgin? Nothing on this earth was going to drag those fucking words from his mouth.

Absolutely fucking 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.

“Not many,” Tristan answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed his ass off in the other room.

“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased as she pulled down his zipper while he struggled to sit up. She tore a moan from him when she reached inside his pants and wrapped her hand around him. God, that felt so fucking good, Tristan thought, groaning as she used her hold to pull him free. He watched Marty swallow hard as she stared down at him.

“Better than Bob?” Tristan asked, watching her as she licked her lips.

“So much better,” Marty answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.

After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, Marty climbed off his lap and began working his pants down. He raised his hips, making it easier for her to pull his jeans and boxers off, leaving him 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 though it were begging for her touch. Finally, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed, tearing a moan from Tristan’s throat as she ran her hand over his cock.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” Marty said, making him swallow hard. “Can you stand?”

He’d do whatever she wanted.

Biting back a wince, Tristan rolled onto his side and stood up, ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his shoulder and down his arm and focused on the woman that he couldn’t live without.

“Against the wall,” Marty said, placing her hand against his chest and gave him a gentle push that had him biting back a groan as he moved back until his back hit the wall right next to the door.

“Will this do?” Tristan asked, watching as she slowly ran her eyes over him.

“Perfect,” Marty murmured as she moved closer and-

Tore a moan from him when she pressed her lips against his chest. Releasing a shaky breath, Tristan stood there while Marty slowly kissed her way down his chest and over his abs until she came to his cock straining to reach her.

Ignoring his aching cock, Marty kissed the spot right above his navel, to the side, and then, she pressed her lips against his hip as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze before stroking him, running her hand over his cock while he stood there, struggling against the urge to roll his hips.

She continued stroking him, driving him out of his mind until he didn’t think he could take anymore and-

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, dropping his head back against the wall when she traced the underside of his cock with her tongue.

So fucking good, Tristan thought, groaning when he felt her lips wrap around the tip and gently sucked. He’d never done anything like this before, but every sensation, touch, kiss, and stroke of his cock felt so goddamn familiar.

When her teeth gently teased the tip, Tristan couldn’t help but moan only to realize that he wasn’t the only one moaning. Christ, he could feel her moans vibrate through his cock as she moved her mouth over him. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that it was her pussy.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan bit out, desperate for another taste of her.

Her answering moan had him dropping his head and watching her as she slid her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moment later, she moaned around his cock, forcing him to grind his teeth together to stop himself from coming as he watched her touch herself.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan said as he watched Marty pull her hand free and raised it. He leaned down and took her glistening fingers in his mouth, greedily suckling on them and groaned.

She tasted like honey and he wanted more.

“Lay back on the floor and spread your legs for me, baby,” Tristan said, desperate to bury his head between her legs.

Marty moaned louder, but she didn’t stop driving him out of his fucking mind. She pulled her hand away and wrapped it back around his cock, using her hold around him to pull him closer. Intense pleasure surged through his cock as he struggled not to lose his fucking mind.

“Did you really mean it?” Marty asked, releasing his cock as she sat back.

“What?” Tristan asked in a daze as he registered a cold breeze teasing his skin.

“That you were mine no matter what?” Marty asked, running her hand over his cock.

Words failed him, so he nodded, watching as she slowly stood up, running her hands over his chest as she stood on her toes to kiss him. Just when their lips were about to meet, she shoved him away.

Instead of hitting the wall like he’d expected, Tristan stumbled back onto his front step.

What the hell?

“Consider this payback, baby ,” Marty said, shooting him a wink.

With that, she shut the door and locked it, leaving him standing there, 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 fucking bright with flashes of red and blue lighting up the night.

Tristan slowly turned around to face whatever was left of Marty’s revenge only to groan when he spotted five cruisers with their lights flashing, three ambulances, two fire department SUVs and about twenty or so cops, firefighters, EMTs, and onlookers watching him.

“Oh, this is so going on the website,” one of the men announced with a satisfied sigh, grinning hugely as he snapped a picture with his phone.

Tristan closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the door. Then, he did it again and again. Oh, he was going to enjoy making the little pain in the ass pay for this.

“Nice cuffs, Detective Black!” someone yelled.

“Glad to know that you’re happy to see us, Detective Black!” another man yelled and 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.

“Ah, there she goes!” Denny said, pointing to what Tristan already knew was Marty making her escape.

Tristan stepped around the corner of his house and watched as Marty ran away. She seemed to sense him watching her because she did the stupidest thing any woman could have possibly done at that moment.

She taunted him.

He watched through narrowed slits as Marty paused to throw him a wink and blew him a kiss. That was it. Her ass was about to become permanently red.

Tristan took two menacing steps towards her before he felt a hard tug on his cuffs. Marty yelped and ran off towards the safety of her father’s house while Denny did his best to drag him back. Tristan ignored the pain in his shoulder and tried to take off running after her only to be tackled to the ground by his brother.

He looked up in time to see Marty’s front door slam shut behind her. Oh, she was going to pay for this shit. There was no fucking way that he was going to let her get away with this.