Authors: R.L. Mathewson
fingers. Now she was sore, spent and pretty sure that she’d used up a lifetime of orgasms
with him tonight. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.
A moment later she tensed when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in
her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you a rest. It’s just after ten now so in about oh,…three
hours I’ll wake you up again.”
She whimpered.
Another chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the
morning.”
"You're not supposed to go to work," she mumbled. "You have to go to a meeting."
He sighed heavily near her ear. "I'd rather go to work."
"Tristan, don't you think that you should take some time off? Your shoulder really should
get looked at," she said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
He pressed a kiss to 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, she 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, closing
her eyes 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, she released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later her eyes flew
open as a loud gasp escaped her lips. He ran his finger 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 of 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." She noticed 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.
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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 most 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 love making, 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 carpet 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 and whimpered.
"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 out and pulled her to him. 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," he 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.
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"
Shit
," Marty whispered harshly as she overfilled her glass with water. The excess water
pooled on the counter before running over the side and onto the tiled floor. Marty quickly
downed her second glass of water before she grabbed a few paper towels. Once the last
drop of water was gone, 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 hadn’t even known
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
penetrated her.
This was not happening. It couldn't be. It had to be humanly impossible 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 catch up on sleep.
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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.
"B-b-but I was only turning over. I was still sleeping!" she protested weakly as he rolled
his hips against hers.
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "Last time. I promise," he said with such an innocent
expression that she almost believed him.
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"Baby, wake up." A pause. "Marty, it's time to wake up," Tristan said, giving her 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
towards him when he moved to go to her.
"Just stay away from me, Tristan Black," she warned as she backed up towards the
bathroom.
Tristan shook his head in disbelief as he watched Marty turn and practically run to the
bathroom. She slammed the door shut and seconds later locked it.
"What's wrong with her?" Shayne asked, materializing next to him.
He 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."
Chapter
20
"You and I need to talk," Tristan said quietly as he threw his bathroom door one last look
of longing. He wanted to take Marty back into his bed and hold her, but they had to move
their asses if they were going to make it to the therapy session early enough for him to
explain to the therapist that it would be in his best interest to sign Tristan's paper and forget
all about Hank's request.
"Ye don't have to thank me, lad," Shayne said, grinning hugely. "I was happy to help."
For a moment, Tristan could only stare at him, sure that he’d misheard. "You call that
help?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.
Shayne nodded firmly, still grinning as he let out a happy little sigh. "Ye finally got the
lass right where ye want her."
"And you really think you had something to do with that?" Tristan asked in a low
whisper as he kept an eye on the door.
"Of course I did, lad," Shayne said, gesturing to the rumpled sheets. "Ye really didn't
think that ye managed to get her in bed with yer skills, now did ye?"
When Tristan only glared, Shayne let out an exaggerated sigh as he gave Tristan a pitying
look. "That really is sad, lad. Just sad," he said, shaking his head in sympathy.
"Say goodbye to your porn, you betraying bastard," he hissed, grinning hugely when
Shayne's jaw dropped.
"But that entertains me!"
Tristan merely shrugged as he adjusted his tie.
"It's educational!" Shayne protested.
Tristan chuckled as he grabbed his weapon off the bureau and attached it to his belt,
wincing when a muscle in his arm protested, but he ignored it. He had too much shit to do
and he wasn't about to let Hank put him back on full medical.
"Consider it gone," Tristan said as he checked his hair in the mirror.
Shayne let out a heartfelt sigh. "I didn't want to have to tell ye this, lad, but ye’ve left me
no choice. I'm afraid that I need to watch porn at least eight hours a day or I'll die."
"Uh huh," Tristan said absently as he attached a holster to his ankle.
"It's true, lad. I have a medical condition. I didn't tell ye, because I didn't want to worry
ye, lad," Shayne said with nod as if he truly thought this bullshit was believable.
"Do you know what you left me with yesterday when you pulled your disappearing act?"
Tristan asked, nervously glancing around the room when he suddenly remembered the
bimbo twins.
"I already took care of the lasses, lad," Shayne said, reading his mind, not literally, of
course. After all these years together it wasn't too difficult to figure out what the other one
was thinking.
"Not soon enough," he said, looking at his watch. They needed to move their asses now
if Marty was going to have a chance to go home and change into some clean clothes.
"Well, ye were being a bit of an ass yesterday, lad. So really, ye can't blame me for that
disappearing act," Shayne explained sheepishly.
"And I bet you were so upset that you just had to rush home and get a dose of porn to
help settle your nerves," he drawled as he turned around and leaned back, resting his hip
against the bureau while he waited for Marty.
"That's it exactly, lad," Shayne readily agreed.
Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "You're pathetic."
"I really am and if ye get rid of my porn, I'll be too weak to help keep the lifeless lasses
away from ye," Shayne rushed to explain when they both knew that Tristan would never get
rid of the man's porn.
"Just make sure to keep that shit off the television when Marty's around," he said when
the bathroom door suddenly opened.
She paused in the doorway as she wrapped a large baby blue towel around herself. "Who
are you talking to?" she asked, frowning as she looked around the room.
"No one," Tristan said quickly, inwardly groaning when she cocked a disbelieving brow
in his direction.
"Real smooth, lad," Shayne drawled with an eye roll.
He barely stopped himself from flipping Shayne off as he walked over to Marty, who he
might add looked incredibly sexy wrapped up in one of his towels.
"Good morning," he said softly as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers,
hoping she'd forget that she heard him talking to himself. If this was going to work, and he
was going to damn well make sure that it did, he was going to have to be a hell of a lot
more careful when he was around her.
Thankfully she took pity on him and dropped it. "I have to go home and change," she
said, moving towards her discarded clothes from the night before, but not before she gave
him a proper good morning kiss that left him hard and more than ready to continue with last
night's activities.
"We have to go to work," she said around a yawn as she stepped away from him and
quickly dressed.
He held back a groan of frustration as he forced himself to stay right where he was, but it
was damn difficult, especially when she dropped her towel. There was no rush after all.
They'd go to work and then tonight he would take her out for dinner. Then they would
spend the rest of the night making up for all the years he'd stupidly wasted.
"We have to get going or we'll be late for your meeting," she said as she pulled her shoes
on.
"There's no rush, sweetheart. They’ll probably just sign me off when they realize that I
don’t really have an anger problem," he said, grabbing his keys and noting twin looks of
disbelief.
"I don't!" he snapped, feeling insulted.
When Shayne and Marty both rolled their eyes at that announcement, he decided that a
little clarification obviously was in order. "I don't have a fucking anger management
problem!"
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"Hello, Detective Black, my name is Elizabeth. I'm so happy that you were able to make
it today," a woman a few inches taller than Marty, rail thin with glasses and a pixie cut, said
in a syrupy sweet tone better used on small children than on a six foot-two man packed with
muscle who was carrying a gun and was here for some help with his anger issues.