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“Sorry, but they have to go.” He looked at them carefully before tossing them away.

I went breathless as his fingers traced a route around my upper thighs. I couldn’t see what he was doing because of my dress still in the way. I reached down and pulled the skirt back as I wanted to see everything he had planned. He looked in my eyes with a dark desire flowing through his deep, black eyes. I’d never seen him so intense. He held my hand and put my skirt back where it had been.

I closed my eyes as I had no use of them. My muscles were tensed in anticipation of the things coming ahead. Nervousness built in my chest. Though we were not doing it for the first time, it felt like it.

He kissed one inner thigh again and then the other, licking it, kissing the skin and sucking it with his teeth. Oh, God, I didn’t know a woman could feel this much passion for a man.

His lips kissed my special spot at the top of my legs and I shuddered at the surge of pleasure. I was so excited with lust that barely a breath to my sensitive spot would have sent me rolling over the tide. A full kiss was like being struck by lightning. Damn you, Tristan Scott.

He chuckled as my core vibrated in response to his kiss. He then nuzzled my inner thighs and tightened his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night, releasing my pleasure for him. He didn’t stop there; his lips continued applying pressure and his tongue and teeth continued doing magic around my V. I’d never had anything like this in my life before, not by Tristan either. Every time, it felt like something new; every time, I discovered a new angle of pleasure when I was with him.

His lips continued until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was on the edge of the hill and one more touch of his lips would have sent me falling over the top.

“Tristan,” I whimpered as he inserted a finger inside me. I started shaking around his finger. With a flick of his finger and his tongue in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

Tristan sent me over the edge again and again and I rode the full waves of pleasure until I crashed back on earth, gasping and spinning. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. Lust burned a mark in his eyes and I felt good knowing that lust was for me.

I sat up and removed my dress. I didn’t want to bother with it again and again. He stood frozen, watching me removing my dress. I loved the way he was burning holes in my body like I was the sexiest thing on earth. He bent down and removed my bra in one swift action.

“No need to hurry. You’ve seen them already,” I giggled.

“Every time, they look new and bigger.” He grinned.

“What, bigger? Are you serious?”

He laughed aloud and cupped them in his hands.

“You moron, you are joking, right?”

“Maybe or may not be.” His eyes still held a smile and he pressed my breasts gently.

I ignored his reaction and undid his pants.

He bent down and took out a square packet.

“Somebody was preparing for the day.” I winked at him.

“They would have expired after today.” He winked back.

I released him from his clothing and he kicked his pants away. His manhood jumped in front of me—long, hard and rock solid, sending a shiver through my body.

He moved his hand to my shoulder, pushing me to lie down on the bed. I kept my eyes focused on his face. I wanted to see every damn expression he had tonight.

His right hand cupped my breast and he ran his thumb across the nipple. It pebbled under his touch and sent a spark of lust and desire straight from his fingertip down to my throbbing core.

“Please, Tristan,” I begged, writhing under his touch and needing so much more than just a touch.”I can’t wait, please don’t make me...”

He reached for the foil package and I waited, holding my breath until he pulled it on his manhood and poised at my entrance.

“Nikki,” he whispered. Our eyes locked and he pushed inside.

My body moved with every stroke of him, aching and writhing with his body in harmony.

The muscles of his back tightened; his biceps and his arms flexed as he worked, keeping a steady pace that pushed me over the limits. I moaned every time he dipped inside me more and more. My legs started to shake as he took me higher and higher. I dug my fingernails into his back, pulling him further into me. I needed every bit of him inside me.

“Come for me, Nikki,” he groaned in passion. His raw desire sent sparks all along my body.

His every action was pulsing pleasure inside my nerves, but he didn’t stop. He increased his rhythm and speed. As I came back to the moment, I couldn’t control myself and a scream slipped out of my mouth. He bent further  over me, his breath fast and ragged, and his brow concentrated with lust.

Our eyes found out each other.

“Tristan,”

“Nikki...”

“Come for me,” I repeated his own phrase.

Primal need flashed through his eyes and he thrust and shuddered. I arched my hips to take him more, pulling him deeper into me. I didn’t want to let him go. My body shuddered with every wave he sent inside me.

After a perfect moment of pleasure, he collapsed beside me. His raw sweat was pushing me into an erotic feeling all over again.

***

“Tristan, are you awake?” I tried to find my watch, but it was too dark around to find it.

“Hmmmm…” He replied in a dazed voice.

“Tristan…” I bit his earlobe this time.

“What?” He jumped of the bed and switched the lights on. He was total eye candy at that moment, completely naked, his muscles flexing, his eyes surprised. “Are you okay, Nikki? Is Stephen alright? Did anything happen?”

“Don’t shout, you’ll wake up Stephen.”

“Oh, sorry.” He lowered his voice.”But why did you startle me.”

“I didn’t startle you. But leave it. Do you remember asking me on a date couple of months ago?” I asked.

“Yes, I do remember. But what does it have to do with anything in the middle of the night? Specifically at four a.m.” He looked in his watch.

“I thought I should ask you on a date, if you don’t mind.”

“And why would I.” He sat next to me, holding my hands, looking in my eyes.” Why would I mind, sweetheart. I wanted to go on a date with you. And I want to go, but not right now.” His face turned serious.

“Why, what’s the issue? Why not now?” My heart sunk.

“Because I’m sleepy and Stephen is sleeping.” He chuckled.

“You jerk. I mean tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” I hit him with a pillow.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulled me near and kissed me on my cheek.”We will go on a date, but let’s wait until the court hearing and we see the doctor for Stephen. If everything goes fine, we’ll go on a date this Sunday. Happy now?”

“Yes. Thank you, Tristan.” I cheered up and hugged his bare body.

“This hug might be dangerous for you,” he said.

“And why is that?”

He pushed me back on the bed and flipped me on my stomach. I could feel his hardness touching my pubic area from behind. He paused for a second………rip of the rubber heard along. In one swift motion, he penetrated in my lower lips. It was painful, but at the same time it was what I wanted again and again.

His body started moving, and with every jerk he gave, my body moved along with him, making us one body. I started riding on the waves of pleasure in no time.

“Oh Tristan, you are so…” I cried as he thrust deeper inside me.

Chapter 5

Nikki

“Are we on time?” It was the third time I’d asked this question. My palms became sweaty and I was feeling anxious in my heart.

We were standing just outside the courtroom and at any time we would be entering it.

Tristan looked at his watch, “No, we are ten minutes early. Don’t worry babe. It’s just a routine hearing about the will. This will pass in no time.” He half hugged me.

“I hope so.” I took a deep breath. The nervousness was still there.

It was my second time to be in court. The last time hadn’t been good at all. That was when I was defending my custody of Stephen. I was a drug addict, broken, didn’t even have money to pay a single lawyer. The result was humiliation. The court ordered Stephen’s custody to my dad. Sweat glistened around my forehead as the thoughts of that day gathered in my mind.

“Are you sure? Do you think this will get done without any issue?” I asked Tristan again.

He looked at me with a sweet smile on his manly face. I wondered for the thousandth time how he could smile so sweet and cute while he looked so rough and manly other times.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything will be all right. It’s a normal process. And for God’s sake, get that tension out of your mind,” he said, gently smiling and patting my shoulder to give me courage.

“I just hate these freaking courts,” I said, heat flashing through my cheeks.

“Don’t worry. I don’t like them, either. We are here just for some formality.” He sighed and opened the door.

It was a private hearing as per Mr. Shaun’s request. He held a lot of authority in the courts and he could do this easily, he had been practicing for most of his life and his name was taken with respect, even by the judges. I learned this last time when he arranged a case against me for the custody of Stephen.  I didn’t want any attention from the media, though. After Dad’s death, I was asked a fiftieth time for an interview, which I declined. I just didn’t like the publicity.

“Hello, Nikki.” Shaun greeted me as I entered the courtroom. “You have your friend as well.” He stared Tristan like he was staring down his prey.

“Yes, Mr. Shaun. He is here and he will be everywhere I go. Do you have an issue with that?” I said, trying to control my anger. I didn’t like anyone objecting to Tristan’s presence with me.
After all, you are my guardian angel, sweetheart.

“Ignore him. He is trying to get to you,” Tristan whispered behind my ears.

“Let’s go, Nikki, courts don’t like waiting,” Shaun said, ignoring my comment.

We followed Shaun to one side of the huge court room. I suspected if required, at least a hundred people could sit there comfortably, but as this was a private hearing only ten people were present in the courtroom.

We sat behind Shaun.

“Before the judge comes, let me clear up one thing. Whatever I say, keep nodding. This is for your own good,” Shaun said in a Canadian accent.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pin-drop silence and everybody was waiting for the judge to come. But before the Judge came something happened outside. Some noises started coming from outside. Everybody started looking behind us. Everybody was curious, but I kept looking at the judge’s chair. I didn’t like being in court.

“Ma’am, can you please come outside for a sec?” A bailiff asked me.

“Why, Officer? what's the issue?” Tristan asked.

“Sir, a man claiming to be her husband is trying to come inside. We tried to stop him, but he isn't listening to us.

“What? my husband?”I replied in shock. That couldn’t be possible. Gerome?

“Nikki, let’s go and see who this jerk is.” Tristan held my arm.

“But our hearing…”

“You can go, Nikki. The judge just postponed it as he is not feeling well,” Shaun said, putting a hand on his cell phonemic.

“But Tristan…” I resisted. I didn’t want to go outside—a dark feeling was gathering inside my heart.

“Let’s go, Nikki. I’m sensing some trouble here.” Tristan looked worried, and I didn’t like that. He was sensing the same thing I was.

We walked outside in a rush; he must have his own concerns, enough to look into the matter.

Tristan opened the door; my heart beat was on fire. I could feel them through the cage of my ribs.
Can it be true? What if he is alive?

A man was surrounded by some officers. I couldn’t see his face at first. But his hair—long hair, the same as Gerome.

He slowly turned to us, making his features visible—his large, pointed nose, prominent chin. My heart stopped for a second. It was Gerome. A bit older, but the same Gerome whom I’d married, whose son I carried for nine months in my belly. But how could it be true? My knees got weaker. I fell down on the top stair.

“Baby…what happened to you.” Gerome ran towards me and lifted me in his coat and hugged me tightly. “Are you all right,, babe? It’s me your husband, back from dead. Sucker.” He chuckled. It was him--his favorite word, ‘sucker’.

I didn’t know how to react; it was so fast and unexpected. I looked at Tristan standing behind Gerome. Pain was flowing through his eyes; he was hurt. And I couldn’t do anything to ease his pain.

Is this a dream? If it is, it’s a nightmare. I can’t forget the pain in Tristan’s eyes.

“Baby, are you okay? Sucker…”

He was Gerome; he had a habit of saying everything with an attached word—sucker. Oh, I forgot how much I hated that word and he was the same, not changed at all. High quality clothes, expensive deodorant, but nobody knew the man inside. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me.

“Baby, speak to me. What happened to you?” He pulled me closer to him, crushing my breasts on his firm chest. I remembered every inch of him, and every inch of pain he inflicted on me. Those nights of abuse and domination.
No, I can’t go back there
.

I pushed him away and looked in his dark green eyes. The eyes still looked sparkling, but I didn’t know what could be hidden there. Our last interaction years ago wasn’t perfect.

“Oh, my sweetie, look. You look exactly the same—same figure, same smile and, of course, same ass.” He chuckled again. He was Gerome; he was obsessed with my ass.

I felt a shiver passing through my spine. Gerome was a good lover, but his needs sometimes were so wicked and dominating. And his lust for money…

“Babe, I’m back for you. I was away, locked in a cell by your dad. Your dad told me that he would kill you if I came back.” He continued in his Canadian accent. “How is our son, babe? Is he a sucker like me?” He laughed again. “I missed him and missed you, too. Officers, look here, she is my wife.”

How did he know we had a son? He must be keeping tabs on me.
I was still standing, frozen, unable to speak a word out of my mouth.
Why the hell is he back, when everything was going so smooth?

“Hey, babe, why is this man staring at you? Is he your new boyfriend? Did you cheat on me?” He looked at Tristan.

I didn’t know what to say; I was speechless. Tristan was staring at me. Maybe he was waiting for an answer, but I didn’t have any. I didn’t have any answer to Gerome’s question and certainly not to Tristan’s eyes.

“We can talk when we go back to home, not now Gerome.” Words came out for the first time. I didn’t want to answer him in front of people or the media and even in front of Tristan. It was all was still a shock to me; I had to know why he was alive when I was told he was dead.

And then, suddenly, someone touched my hand. I jumped to my feet; I thought it was Gerome again. A key was pressed in my hand and Tristan was walking down the stairs. He didn’t even look at me once. But then he stopped at the end of the stairs and looked at me with wounded eyes.
Damnit, I have played with his life again. How am I going to pay for these sins.
He looked away and walked to the parking lot.

“Who’s that man, babe? Do you have your car? How are we going to get back home?” Gerome asked.

“Public transport, the way we used to travel,” I shouted at him. I was on the verge of busting out. I was angry at myself for being the reason for all this. The person who almost died for me walked away from me and I was still there with my past. He even gave me his car key, worrying how I would get home.

I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. I couldn’t let him walk away like that, but I didn’t have the answer to any question of his. At least not at that moment. Heck, I didn’t even have answers to my own questions.

“Baby, let’s go. We have lot to talk about,” Gerome said in his normal voice, and I remembered how much I hated that voice