Black Heart (18 page)

name.” He sounded thoughtful when he continued. “Of course, ye probably should have

held off saying that until
after
ye were inside of her. Ah, live and learn.”

He wasn’t about to admit
that
to Marty. Not after he’d found out that some other man

had been with her. How pathetic would he look being a twenty-nine year old virgin?

Nothing on this earth was going to drag those fucking words from his mouth.

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. He wasn’t an idiot after all.

“Not many,” he answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed

his off in the other room.

“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased. She pulled down his zipper as he struggled to sit

up. He wanted to see her expression and he wasn’t disappointed. She stared wide-eyed as

she freed his erection. Blinked and then blinked again.

“Better than Bob?” he asked, instantly cringing. What the hell was wrong with him

reminding her of another man at this moment?

“Much better,” she answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.

After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, she yanked his pants off, leaving him

buck 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 if it were begging for her touch. Finally, with a shaky

hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.

A broken moan escaped Tristan’s mouth as she ran a tentative hand down his length.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” she announced suddenly as if she couldn't help

herself. His eyes shot open. Was she trying to kill him? “Can you stand?” she asked as she

released him.

Could he stand? Hell yeah, he could stand! He’d do whatever she wanted short of

murder if she took him in her mouth. Ah, who the hell was he kidding? He’d kill for her in

a heartbeat.

Deciding time was of the essence here and this was no time to try to be suave, he moved

onto his side and struggled to stand up, ignoring the pain he was causing his still healing

shoulder even when he felt something pop. Marty was giggling at his eagerness as he stood

up, panting with his erection proudly displayed.

She smiled sheepishly at him as she stood and placed a soft warm hand on his chest.

“Against the wall would probably be best,” she explained in a sexy little whisper that had

him biting back a groan.

Tristan backed up until his back hit the door with the doorknob pressing against his lower

back. Deciding that wasn’t going to work, he moved to the right just to the side of the door.

“Will this do?” he asked breathlessly.

She smiled sweetly at him as she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing and licking her

way down his stomach. “Perfect,” she whispered. Her breath felt like a warm kiss on his

cock.

Just when he didn’t think that he could take anymore, she ran her hot wet tongue from

the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

“Holy shit!” he groaned loudly, unable to stop himself.

He felt Marty smile against him. She licked him again, this time running her tongue over

his balls before running it back up to the tip. He watched her as she hesitantly took the head

into her mouth and then suckled.

The only thing he could do was moan. It took a few minutes before he realized that he

wasn’t the only one moaning. He could feel her moans vibrate through him as she ran her

mouth over him. From the expression on her face he could tell that she was just as turned

on as he was.

He licked his lips, wishing that it was her pussy. “I want to taste you, too,” he panted,

hungry for another taste of her.

Marty took him deeper, seeming to think it over. He watched as she pushed one hand

beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moment later she moaned even louder. He had to grit

his teeth from coming then and there as she touched herself.

“Need,” he swallowed, “to taste you, baby.”

She pulled her hand out and raised it with a slight hesitation. Before she could make a

decision one way or the other, Tristan leaned over and captured those glistening fingers in

his mouth, sucking loudly. His tongue ran over her fingers as he greedily suckled them,

desperate for her taste. She tasted like honey and he wanted more.

“Baby,” he growled, “lay back on the floor and spread your legs. I want to lick you

clean.”

Marty moaned louder, but didn’t stop moving her mouth over him. She ran her hands up

his legs to caress his ass and pull him forward. His hips thrust on their own, sending a surge

of pleasure that was both oddly familiar and intense through his body. He wanted more, but

he wasn’t sure that he could control himself. It took every ounce of willpower he had left,

which wasn’t much, to stop him from doing it again. He didn’t want to hurt her.

She stopped and pulled away with a sly smile at the same moment that his mind

registered a cool breeze on his back. “Did you really mean it?”

“What?” he asked in a daze.

“That you were mine no matter what?”

Words failed him so he nodded. She slowly stood up, running her hands up his chest as

she stretched up to kiss him. Just when their lips were about to meet, she used her hands on

his chest to shove him backwards.

Instead of hitting the wall like he’d expected, he stumbled back into nothing on the

wrong side of the door.

What the hell
?

Marty winked at him, “Consider this payback,
baby
.” With that she shut and locked the

door, leaving him 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 bright with odd

flashes of red and blue.

Slowly, he turned around to face whatever was left of Marty’s revenge and groaned as

he spotted five cruisers with their lights flashing, three ambulances, two fire department

SUV’s and about twenty or so cops, firefighters, EMT’s, and onlookers.

Denny stepped forward with a camcorder in his hand as he laughed his ass off. With the

other hand he wiped tears from his eyes.

“Oh, this is so going on the website,” he announced, grinning hugely.

Tristan closed his eyes and dropped his head back, hitting the door. Then he did it again

and again. Oh, he was going to enjoy his revenge.

“Nice cuffs, Black!” one of the men yelled.

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

Damn if she hadn’t gotten him good with this one.

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

running towards her house.

Tristan stepped around the corner of his house and watched as Marty ran away. She

seemed to sense him watching her, because in the next instant 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 her little run to throw him a wink

and blow 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 hard frost covered ground by his brother.

He looked up in time to see the front door that Marty had just escaped through slam

shut. Oh, she was going to pay for this shit. There was no fucking way that he was turning a

blind eye to this one.

Chapter
13

“Are you even listening to me, Marty?”

Marty scanned the bar one more time before she returned her attention to Melissa,

who’d been crying for the past hour over her boyfriend. Well, he was probably her ex-

boyfriend now that she’d caught him making out with her boss yesterday.

“She’s not listening to any of us!” Diane cried, causing several people sitting near them to

turn around and frown at them.

Marty’s cheeks heated as she tried to duck low in her seat. How in the heck had she

allowed three of her friends to convince her that this was a good idea? She didn’t want to

be here. It felt kind of seedy being in a bar at noon. Granted, it was Sunday and there was a

game on the flat screen, but still. Anyway, she’d been perfectly happy hiding in her room…

with the door locked….and the window locked, before they’d begged her to come out.

Happy.

“I cannot believe it’s over! I loved him!” Angie sobbed into a small pile of crinkled

cocktail napkins.

Oh, that’s right. She came out because three of her friends got dumped, within a twenty-

four hour period and they’d guilt tripped her into coming. Since they’d all been dumped

they were looking to her for support. Why? She had no idea. She’d never really had a

boyfriend. Granted, Tristan broke her heart and had been driving her crazy over the past

couple of weeks, but that didn’t make her an expert.

She really didn’t fit in for this girl’s night out, or rather day, and had explained that to

them several times. Why they didn’t just seek each other for comfort, she didn’t know.

For the past hour they’d been taking turns telling her what was wrong, what happened,

and how wonderful their love had been. She just sat there sipping her beer, nodding every

now and then, admittedly not really listening. It was the same damn drama every couple of

weeks.

“Marty, do you think I should give him another chance?”

“Huh?”

Diane scoffed at her. “I asked if you think that I should give Billy another chance?”

“Who’s Billy?” she asked before she could stop herself and then foolishly added, “I

thought his name was James.”

Diane scoffed at her. “James was two weeks ago! You are so insensitive to bring him up!

You know how much he meant to me!”

Right, Marty thought. The pizza delivery guy who’d dumped her, because she’d sent too

many text messages in one day, or rather in one hour. Again, who the hell was Billy?

“It’s not really her fault,” Melissa said, giving Marty a pitying look. What the heck did

she have to be pitied about?

Angie picked up the conversation with a pained sigh. “She’s never been in love like us.”

Now all three of them were looking at her like she was pathetic, which only irritated her.

“First off,” she held up a finger, “I have dated, a lot. I just know when it’s just dating and

nothing serious,” she said pointedly.

“What are you saying?” Angie demanded. “I loved Eric!”

“Uh huh, and how long did you date him?” she asked, sick of playing this game every

couple of weeks. Maybe if she pissed them off, they wouldn’t invite her anymore. One

could hope.

“Three weeks! Three of the best weeks of my entire life!”

“My point exactly. You were just dating. Nothing more. Have you guys ever thought that

maybe the reason so many guys dump you is because you get too serious way too soon?”

she asked.

The three of them shared a look before scoffing. “No, we’re just very lovable. We know

true love when we see it,” Melissa insisted.

“Uh huh, have you ever found it odd that the three of you find true love on a weekly

basis?”

“
Gawd
, you’re so insensitive!”

Marty just barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. This was pathetic. No, not having

anything better to do than come here and listen to this nonsense was pathetic. Maybe she

needed a hobby?

“She’s just bitter because no real men want her. She goes after losers,” Melissa snapped,

drawing Marty away from her musings.

“I’m sorry. What's this now?” Marty asked, sure that she'd misheard her.

“You know exactly what I said. You haven’t really dated. Don’t think we haven’t

noticed. You only agree to go out with guys you know that you’re not interested in.”

Marty waved a hand impatiently to get them to focus. “What’s this about no real men

wanting me?”

Instead of answering her, they all gaped at her, well, a few inches past her shoulder to the