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CHAPTER 21

H e hadn’t meant to kiss her. They needed to talk about so many things, but the moment she’d started her rant, he knew that she would never listen to anything he had to say.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. He took her mouth possessively, showing her that she belonged to him. She was his. Always had been and always would be. To his utter delight, she met him stroke for stroke. She kissed him like a woman starved. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him prisoner while he devoured her mouth.

Marty gasped into his mouth when she felt his hands cup her ass, lifting her off her feet. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He used his hold on her to grind her against the painful erection that was trying to break through his pants to get to her. They moaned as she tightened her hold around him.

Without breaking their kiss, Tristan moved towards the stairs. They were halfway up the stairs when he broke off the kiss and kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck. She dropped her head back, giving him more access as her eyes closed in ecstasy.

She didn’t realize they’d moved until she was gently laid down on a soft bed. Tristan continued to kiss his way down her body as his hands pushed her jacket off. He only stopped kissing her long enough to pull her shirt and bra off and then he was kissing her again.

They shouldn’t be doing this. There were so many problems between them. They needed to talk them over and see if there was any way to work things out between them, but she couldn’t force herself to stop. Nothing had ever felt as good as Tristan Black’s mouth on her. She wanted more. She needed more. She’d never felt this desperate before. When his mouth closed over her nipple, that need exploded.

While Tristan suckled her breast, his hand squeezed and played with her other breast. She began running her fingers through his hair, urging him on. It didn’t take much for him to get the hint. He devoured her breast, licking and suckling it as she moaned and panted.

Tristan moved away from her nipple and began to hungrily lick the rest of the breast. He moved to the next breast and practically devoured it, making the ache between her legs throb.

A soft curse grabbed her attention just as her mind registered the loss of Tristan’s mouth. She looked up to find Tristan absently rubbing a hand over his injured shoulder as he skimmed his fingers over her breast. Realizing that he was still in pain was like a bucket of ice being poured over her.

No matter how badly she wanted this, he was hurt. She refused to do anything that would hurt him. So, she backed away from his touch as she desperately tried to convince herself that it was for the best.

* * *

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Tristan. For that matter, you should be in a hospital.”

Tristan stopped rubbing his chest to move closer to her. “I’m fine, sweetheart. It’s just a little sore. That’s all,” he said soothingly, which was somewhat true. It also hurt like a bitch, but he wasn’t about to tell her that and wreck this moment. They’d waited too long and wasted too much time to get here and nothing and no one was going to wreck this for them.

Marty shook her head stubbornly. The action cascaded her gorgeous brown hair around her face, making her even more beautiful. Tristan leaned down and traced a line from her navel to her right breast with his tongue, earning a small gasp from Marty as she trembled.

“If I feel any pain, we’ll stop, okay?” Tristan said, knowing there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from having her. Not after almost losing her for good.

“You promise?” Marty asked on a soft moan and he knew that he had her.

“I promise,” Tristan lied, flicking his tongue over a hard nipple.

He moved back up her body and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth, making her breaths come quicker. “I’m going to make this good for you. I swear it,” Tristan swore. Before she could respond, he was pulling the rest of her clothes off.

She suddenly realized that she was naked, naked in front of Tristan Black, who was still practically dressed. She moved to cover herself only to find her hands suddenly pinned down by her sides. She watched nervously as Tristan looked her over and realized that she was afraid that he’d be disappointed.

“You’re so beautiful…so fucking beautiful…” Tristan murmured reverently as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against her stomach.

Marty choked back a sob as he continued to press soft kisses against her stomach. She’d never seen a look of such devotion and love on anyone’s face before and the fact that it was for her shocked her. Tristan quickly broke through her thoughts with the first lick, damn near making her jump off the bed.

* * *

He couldn’t believe they were doing this. Years of fantasies didn’t compare to the real thing. She was so beautiful, so responsive, and so his. He nearly came in his pants when he saw those neatly trimmed dark curls between her legs. He fought for control as he pressed a soft kiss against the curls, and then, because he really couldn’t help himself, he ran his tongue over her slit. Her hips bucked, almost throwing him off. He released her hands and grabbed her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed.

Twenty-nine years old was too old to lose his virginity, Tristan decided as he greedily licked her. There was no finesse or skill involved in this, much to his shame. This was pure, unadulterated hunger and he was ravenous.

Never in his life had he tasted anything sweeter than Marty. He greedily lapped her up, barely aware that her legs had opened wider to give him more access or that she was gripping his hair and screaming his name.

He suckled her firm, little nub between his lips and flicked his tongue against it, somehow knowing that she would love it before he licked her thoroughly and dragged his tongue down to her core. He was on automatic when he ran his tongue around her core before he slid it inside her slowly, making her moan. He thrust his tongue inside of her the way he wanted to do with his cock. He swirled it around and retreated only to do it again. The walls around her core began to tighten around his tongue. He did it again and again until he heard Marty’s scream and felt her walls tremble around his tongue. Still, he didn’t stop. Not until Marty was trying to drag him away by his hair and he was close to exploding in his pants.

Tristan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before moving up her body. He kissed and licked his way up until he was once again kissing Marty’s beautiful mouth. She kissed him desperately as her hands roamed over his back. He pressed his hips between her legs and thrust firmly, desperate for the motion.

“Please, Tristan,” Marty sobbed against his mouth as she pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Still kissing her, Tristan raised himself up with one hand and freed himself as he tried to push his pants down, but his left arm refused to cooperate. Marty helped as best she could, shoving his pants down with her hands and feet until his pants were pooled around his knees. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him down towards her seconds later.

Nervousness surfaced as he positioned himself at her core. His entire body shook with excitement as he tried to force his mind away from what they were about to do. It didn’t matter that it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do, he couldn’t get past the fact that he’d never actually done this before. He was going to make love to Marty for the first time in his life and it was going to be horrible.

He pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away. “I’m really sorry,” Tristan said, struggling to catch his breath as he fought for control. The tip of his erection was now at her hot, wet entrance.

Shit!

He wasn’t going to last very long.

“Why?” Marty asked as she writhed beneath him, demanding he do more than just hover over her.

Through clenched teeth, he said, “This isn’t going to be very good.”

He watched as confusion slowly broke through her lust. “Why?” Marty asked in a daze.

Tristan took a deep breath and pulled back slightly. “Because you’re my first,” he admitted as he pushed inside her.

* * *

Marty gasped as he slid inside of her. He was so large and thick. She felt like she was being torn in half. She couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He was a virgin? She never would have guessed, especially after he’d just given her three rather intense orgasms. At the moment, the burning sensation and feeling like she was being torn to shreds took her mind away from the initial shock.

She dug her fingernails into his back as he pushed in further. He kissed her neck. “You are so tight,” he said, sounding like he was in pain. All she could do was nod, afraid that any real attempt to answer him would turn into screams of pain. Bob had not prepared her for Tristan. Compared to Tristan, Bob was the size of a toothpick.

“Am I hurting you?”

She opened her mouth to lie to him, but instead, a sob broke free. She didn’t want to hurt him. She loved him. No matter how much he pissed her off, she loved him.

Always had and always would.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Tristan said as he moved to pull out of her, but she held him right where he was. It might hurt now, but she knew that it would get better with time…hopefully soon.

“Just give me a minute to get used to you,” Marty whispered as she shifted beneath him. She felt so unbelievably full and he wasn’t even in her all the way. That thought was rather frightening, so she pushed it aside for the moment.

“Let me pull out,” Tristan said, and she could tell from his expression that was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Tell me,” Marty pleaded. She needed to hear it, needed to focus on something other than the pain. She assumed using Bob would take away any discomfort of losing her virginity. Boy, had she been wrong.

“I love you, Marty. I always have,” he said confidently. He kissed her then, slowly, passionately, making her body melt beneath his.

Still, he didn’t move.

The burning sensation was almost completely gone now, replaced by pure need, something that her body understood, and her mind welcomed like an old friend. She needed him to move soon or she was going to scream in desperation for the pleasure that she knew was waiting for her. She rolled her hips, forcing him in another inch. He hissed but didn’t move.

After a long moment, he shook his head and moved to pull out. “No, there’s something wrong. I hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, no, you don’t!”

There was no way that she was letting him leave her now. Not when he had her wet and aching.

“Baby -oh, fuck !” Tristan closed his eyes as Marty forced him in the rest of the way by shifting her legs and hips up suddenly in a move that had his dick threatening to explode. She watched as he gasped for air. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. His hips moved slightly, causing them both to groan.

“I…I…” Tristan struggled to get out and she couldn’t help but smile.

Tristan Black, one of the most feared, respected and arrogant men in town, was at a loss for words. No one would ever believe her, not that she planned on sharing this moment with anyone.

“Shh, just move. I feel better,” Marty said soothingly.

He stubbornly shook his head. “No, I hurt you,” Tristan said, gasping. She could tell that this was killing him. It made her love him even more. Any other man would have probably just reassured her that it was okay and proceeded, but not Tristan.

“It’s supposed to happen the first time,” Marty admitted with a shy smile.

“I’m your first?” Tristan asked, swallowing hard as he watched her, searching her gaze for something.

“Yes! Now move!” Marty said, not caring how desperate she sounded. She really needed him to move.

He took her mouth in another hungry kiss as he pulled back out and thrust back in, driving her crazy. He kept his thrusts slow and even. She could feel his entire body tremble with the effort it took to maintain control. She appreciated the sentiment, but she didn’t want control. She wanted Tristan. She wanted to see him snap and release everything he’d been holding back.

“You feel so good, Tristan,” Marty practically purred as she teasingly ran her fingers over his back. He groaned long and loud as his thrusts became a bit unsteady. He stared down at her, watching her hungrily as he moved inside of her.

She needed him to lose control and she knew of only one way to do that. She had to taunt him. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down so that she could press a kiss against his neck, earning a sexy growl. She pressed another kiss right beneath his ear and suckled the skin, making him lose a little more control, but not enough.

“I’ve dreamed of you fucking me for years, Tristan,” she whispered into his ear, making him buck harder into her. “I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock and dreamed of you bending me over and-”

Her words were cut off by a loud roar as he began to pound into her, hard and quick. It took everything she had to hold onto him as her hips rolled to meet his. He took her mouth again in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with more control.

She wanted to scream, “Yes!” and probably did by the way he grunted. She felt her body tighten around his as another orgasm built inside her. She became wild beneath him, kissing him and clawing at him, desperate for what waited for her. When her orgasm finally broke, she threw her head back and screamed his name.

Tristan stilled above her. After a sight pause, he threw his head back and groaned, long and loud. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward, panting. “Marty…oh…God…Marty!” he groaned loudly before he took a deep breath and brushed his lips over hers.

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 as he said, “What do you mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”

“What…” Marty started to ask only to have her words trail off when he began to move.

“Definitely not done,” Tristan said, cutting off her whimper as he took her mouth in another hungry kiss that left her desperate for more.

* * *

An hour after she’d 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 than the last, if that was even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him with the hopes of exhausting him so that she could finally sleep. Naturally, he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and fingers. Now, she was sore, exhausted, and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms with him tonight. She closed her eyes and released a heartfelt sigh.

A moment later, she swallowed hard when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll let you rest. It’s just after ten now, so in about three hours, I’ll wake you up again.”

She whimpered.

Another chuckle as she felt him kiss the back of her neck “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the morning.”

“You have to go to a meeting in the morning,” Marty reminded him.

“I’d rather go to work,” Tristan grumbled.

“Tristan, don’t you think that you should take some time off? You really should have someone look at your shoulder,” Marty said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

He kissed 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, Marty 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 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, Marty released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, her eyes flew open as a loud gasp was torn from her lips. He ran his fingertip 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 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,” Tristan said and she couldn’t help but notice 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, more 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 sex, 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 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 only to whimper.

“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 for her and pulled her closer. 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,” Tristan 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 one, and at the moment, she didn’t care.

* * *

“Shit!” Marty whispered as she overfilled her glass with water. The excess water pooled on the counter before running over the side and onto the tiled floor below. Marty quickly downed her second glass of water before she grabbed a handful of paper towels. Once she finished wiping the water off the counter, 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 didn’t even know 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 slid inside her.

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be possible 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 recover from sex.

* * *

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.

“But I was only turning over. I was still sleeping!” she protested weakly as he rolled his hips against hers.

He pressed a kiss against her lips. “Last time. I promise,” Tristan said with an innocent expression that had her narrowing her eyes on the lying bastard only to moan when he began moving.

* * *

“Baby, wake up.” A pause. “Marty, it’s time to wake up,” Tristan said, giving her shoulder 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 when he moved to go to her.

“Just stay away from me, Tristan Black,” Marty warned as she backed up towards the bathroom.

Tristan shook his head in disbelief as he watched Marty turn around and practically run to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it.

“What’s wrong with her?” Shayne asked, materializing next to him.

Tristan 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.”