Wicked Knight (12 page)
“No problem. We'll get a divorce.”
“That's okay with you?”
“Done it before. I could do it again. Just show me the papers and I'll sign them.”
“Tristan, you don't have to do this. I know you are here, offering your services as a payment for what I did for your sister. You feel obligated. You shouldn't.”
“I'm in, Julie.” Eyes smoldering from suppressed anger, Tristan stood in front of her and tilted her chin up. They were standing too close to one another. Julie could see his jaw muscles twitch, the slight flare of his nostrils, and perfect brows marred by his ferocious scowl. “I'm not leaving until we are married.”
“Now who's stubborn? Don't look at me as if you want to eat me alive. I already apologized for telling Pamela you have gonorrhea. Are you still upset about that?”
Tristan ran his thumb on her chin.
Back and forth, back and forth
. “No. I want to eat you alive for keeping me, my family, in the dark. We could have helped you sooner. I want to help.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you expecting anything in return?”
“You mean, like to be able to exercise my rights as your husband? No. Not if you don't want to, that is.”
“But you do.”
“Only a blind man would not want to make love with his beautiful wife. But I am not a sycophant, Julie. I am here to help, not to take advantage of your situation.”
“You won't ask for a wedding night?”
“No.”
“Well, that's good, I think. If we live like husband and wife, it would only make the wedding more real than it ought to be. I know. I assume you already know everything about the will?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then you'll understand why I want you out of here now. As long as we are not married yet, you cannot stay. I don't want Marla to find you here. Stay in a hotel, or somewhere, but not here. We can discuss this over the phone. That way it's safer.”
“So you're accepting my offer?”
“Yes. Thanks for coming. Now leave.” She pushed her tush off the table, but twisted her foot when she stepped on the floor. “Oww! Damn it.”
“Take it easy, love.” His hand wrapped around her waist and the other cupped Julie's bare bottom.
In a heartbeat, she found herself enclosed in Tristan's warm embrace.
Chriminy, ignore him. Push him away. God, this feels so good
Tristan held her so close she could smell his licorice-scented breath. Each time he breathed out, his breath fanned the spot on the side of her neck. The same spot she discovered was sensitive the night they made love. Just a tiny bit, Tristan moved his hand, but it was enough to start the delicious pleasure to ripple beginning from her neck to her throbbing pussy and down to the tip of her toes.
Of their own volition, her hands tightened where they rested on his shoulders, gave her weight to him and leaned heavily on his chest.
“Julie.” Tristan cleared his throat.
“Yes?”
“You should go to your room and put your clothes on.”
The underlying sensuality in his voice made Julie's blood heat up. She stared at him and recognized the same obvious desire she saw in his eyes last night. Julie felt a rush of heat, like a hot shower, trickling down her whole body. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation of what the hot water would do when it reached her belly, her thighs and her hot pussy.
She wanted his lips against hers, his tongue inside her mouth and his hands all over her again. A repeat of last night.
“Need to dress...” Julie's breasts grew heavy with her hard nipples pushing against the soft cotton towel begging to be touched. She curled into the curve of his body, seeking what her body yearned for.
“Julie...” In a heartbeat, his head lowered and he crushed her mouth with his.
Oh, it is heaven
. Julie moaned in his hot mouth. Like an ice cream on a hot sunny day, her body softened against his arms. Tristan tightened his hold on her and gently pushed her butt back on the table. His body followed. Wedging his knee in between her legs, he made room for his hips.
“Julie, love...” he murmured, between hungry kisses.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Tristan removed her towel and cupped her breasts with both hands. In her position, she felt open and exposed. And she loved it.
Julie arched her back, jutting her breasts further. Tristan answered. He squeezed her breasts, but he didn't stop there. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers and, to Julie's delight, lowered his head. She cried from the pleasure that surged the moment his wet tongue made contact with her aching tit. His mouth sucked and pulled her nipples with tantalizing possessiveness, making her squirm from delight. And when his fingers lowered to squeeze her thigh, to press on her pubic mound, she felt like getting roasted on a fire pit. Hot. Burning.
“Tristan.”
“Yes, love.” Tristan inched his fingers lower to comb her bush.
“Tristan, more...like last time...” She felt Tristan smile on her breast and then he continued with his lapping. With one last pull of his lips on her nipple, he captured her mouth again for a searing kiss.
“You're a sin walking on earth, did you know that? A beautiful woman meant to make a man go
loco
on you—like you're doing to me right now,” he said, breathing heavily.
Julie, with her frantic fingers, found her way inside his shirt. She wanted to take it off, feel his body against hers, and kiss him all over. “I want...don't stop.”
“What do you want, love? Tell me?”
“More, more of you.” God, she wanted to come, to climax while his fingers were buried deep inside her pussy.
Tristan slowed his fingers’ tempo. “More of me? Be specific.”
“You know what I want. Stop torturing me.”
“Ah, you don't like being tortured.” He bit her chin, then kissed the skin. “But you, you never failed to torment me with your wicked ways.”
“I don't know what you're talking about. Please, touch me,” she pleaded, moving her hips, urging him to continue his magic.
But he didn't
. “What are you doing? You're killing me,” she said, her voice raspy.
“Promise not to open the door again while wearing only a towel, that you will come to me when you need help and—”
“Yes, yes, I promise.”
Tristan gently eased her down onto the table. “You are a goddess on earth.” He kissed her cleavage while pushing her breasts higher.
Through his jeans, Julie felt his hard dick pressed against her cunt. The feeling was so delicious she began to see stars. When Tristan ground his hips, pressing his cock on her pubic mound even harder, she gripped his butt. “Tristan, please...”
“I'll give it to you, love.” He left her mouth burning with fire to trail more kisses along the length of her body.
Julie, getting impatient, pushed on his shoulder, hurrying him to go down on her. “Oh my God, I'm going to die...”
Tristan chuckled. “You'll reach heaven, love, as a hot sweet woman.” He nuzzled her springy curls. “Open wider, yes. You want me to touch you here?”
“Yes.”
“Show me your pussy. Oh, yes. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”
Julie bucked as Tristan's lips pulled her clit out of its nest. He sucked it hard until she thought she'd lose her mind.
“Hmm...sweet. I love kissing you here.” His mouth covered her wet cunt. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he ate at her. He sucked, laved, and kissed her pussy until Julie's orgasm racked her body.
“Tristan!”
Heart thundering as if she had jogged over her limit of three miles, Julie stared at the dining room ceiling, reveling on what had just happened. Now that her passion left bringing her back down to reality, embarrassment took over. Lord, she begged him again.
Julie wouldn't—couldn't look at him. Her mind, though, told her that she must. She waited until her quickened pulse subsided then forced herself to meet Tristan's gaze. He was above her, staring at her with a smile on his face.
“You're amazing.” Tristan kissed her lips with sweet tenderness.
Julie tasted something unique. Shivers ran down her spine when she realized what it was. She tasted her own juice.
Tristan started nipping at her nipples again when the doorbell rang. “You're expecting someone aside from the UPS guy?”
“No.”
“Go get dressed...please.” He wrapped Julie again in her towel and helped her get off the table. “Go slow. Easy on your foot.”
“Tristan, it could be Marla and Sebastian. I don't want them to see you here. Please, leave. You can use the back door.”
“I'm not going anywhere.” Tristan's lips grazed her ear, jaw, chin, and lips. She kissed him back. “Get dressed, Julie. I'll get the door. Love, if Marla is ringing the bell, I suggest you go upstairs and change.”
“But if she sees you, she'll make wrong assumptions. She will go to the—hmmm...” Tristan stopped her with another searing kiss.
God, this man can make my mind turn into mush with a simple kiss
“Let me handle Marla. Go.”
“Tristan...”
“Go.”
Julie limped as she rushed upstairs to put on some decent clothes. Her mind, still foggy from her another paroxysmal excitement—her second orgasmic explosion.
She heard and read about women needing long foreplays to get them excited. Not her. All it took was Tristan's mouth on her breasts and clit to explode. Gosh, he didn't even penetrate her with his fingers. Tristan simply used his mouth and tongue.
Was she oversexed? Or was her body's reaction the result of a long period of procrastination, of keeping herself pure, of denying herself with a man's touch, for staying a virgin? She stopped in front of the full-length mirror and dropped her towel on the floor. Julie bit her lip. Her body still held the rosy tint of spent passion. “My God, just one touch and I turn into a slut. Julie, Julie,” she said to her own reflection. “Shame on you.”
It was Kirsten's fault. If she wanted to help, she should have sent one of her other three brothers. Not Tristan. He was the brother who considered marriage a bitter pill. Hard to swallow.
Ugh!
If she put what was happening right now in writing and someone read the story, that person would have a serious migraine.
Julie rubbed her temples. She loved Tristan. Marrying him would not only set her free, but she'd be the wife of the handsome Knight. At least for a month. After that, she'd free of him, to do whatever she wished.
Unless Marla got a whiff of him staying here. Then she'd be in trouble. Marla had eyes everywhere and would soon find out a man was staying in her house. She couldn't let that happen. She must convince Tristan to leave.
Soon
.
Julie opened her drawers to grab a pair of underwear. She sincerely hoped it wasn't Marla at the door.
Oh dear
Chapter Seven
* * * *
Tristan paced the floor while he waited for the woman responsible for losing his sixth potential good date to come downstairs.
Shit!
His dick swelled just thinking about her. What had she done to him?
He never should have let his dick rule his mind and touch Julie the way he had dreamed of touching her. Last night, taking her virginity was bad enough. To follow it through with sucking her pussy until she came only put him in the position of wanting her again. Fuck, right now, he wanted her so bad he nearly ejaculated in his pants. She responded to his touch like a lit match to a wick—fast. She may not be a virgin anymore, but she was still an innocent in many ways. He liked that.
The sound of bare feet pattering on the hardwood stairs took his mind off his hardening dick. Well, not really, since seeing Julie in her tank top and jeans, showcasing her curves, only made his cock become painfully thicker.
Julie ambled her way downstairs.
Damn. I forgot about her ankle.
Without waiting for Julie to reach the bottom steps, he quickly went up to meet her. “Stop.” He hooked an arm behind her knees and lifted her. With his other hand supporting her back, he carried her down.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“I am sorry, love. I forgot about your foot.”
You make me forget everything.
“If we tumble down these steps, I would break more than my foot. Just put me down. You're not Tarzan, you know.”
“I know. I would hate to be him. Pounding my chest, covered with
Vicks
, screaming in the jungle.”
Julie snorted and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Thanks, but I am fine. No need to fuss over me. I am capable of taking care of myself.”
Tristan kissed her forehead on impulse. Why? Well, it was what he wanted to do after she convulsed in his arms while laying on the dining table. But Armand, not the stupid UPS man, rang the doorbell. He supposed he should thank Julie's besotted beau, because he was a heartbeat away from making love with her—again. Damn, being married to her for a month without touching her would be as impossible as flying to the moon. He would be in the toughest time of his life.
“You may be a grown woman, but you still need help.”
“Right. And the best help you can give me is to leave me alone. This is not a game, Tristan. I want you out of the house until the wedding,” she said softly.
Tristan could feel her warm breath. He knew instantly that it was a mistake holding her again.
One step at time, he took the steps with a speed of a turtle. She was so soft and smelled like a woman, and he wanted to savor the moment. He knew Julie was staring at him, but he forced himself not to turn his head, otherwise, he would end up kissing her. And he was old enough to know where kisses could lead to.
“Who rang the bell?”
“It was Armand.”
Julie craned her neck to see the living room. “He left? Didn't he want to talk to me?”
“Yes.”
“But he left?”
“Yeah. I told him you weren't available.”
“You should have told him to wait. I texted him to ask him to come over.”
“Uh-huh, you mentioned that. But you don't need him anymore.”
“Right. Because my knight in shining armor came to rescue me.”
