The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake (15 page)

With each passing second her confidence grew until
she was bobbing her head in a smooth, even pace. With watching and feeling
Vicki take him, it was getting too much for Tristan to control.

Her sweet lips were far more tempting than he could
handle.

“Fuck, Vicki, I’m close,” he said. When she showed no
intention of moving he warned her again. “If you don’t move away you’re going
to get a load of
my cum
.”

The answer he got was a moan escaping from her
throat. The vibration was enough for Tristan. His cum exploded out of the tip,
soaking her mouth.

He watched as she swallowed him, and her moans
vibrated up his body. When there was no more for her to take she leaned back
and smiled at him.

“I always wanted to do that.”

No words were necessary, and Tristan pulled her into
his arms, and together they crashed to the bed exhausted.

Chapter
Thirteen

Vicki woke up surrounded by Tristan’s warmth. She
stared at the hand cupping her breast while his other hand lay underneath her
head like a pillow. The tattoos decorating his arm stood out in contrast to her
pale skin. After they’d brought each other to orgasm with their mouths last
night both of them had fallen into a deep sleep.

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so
peacefully or had so much fun. Tristan was the man she wanted to spend the rest
of her life with. Running her hands up and down his arm she let out a sigh. She
felt content and secure in the future.

Pressing a kiss to his lips she climbed out of bed,
grabbed his shirt from the floor, and made her way down to the kitchen. The
morning paper had already been delivered. She picked it up and placed the paper
on the kitchen table. After filling the kettle Vicki went to the fridge to
gather a few ingredients for breakfast.

Hands wrapped around her stomach and pulled her back
against a hard body.

“Do you really think you can get away from me?”
Tristan asked. His face pressed to her neck. She felt him inhale and let out a
breath.

“I was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. “I thought you
deserved it after out night together.”

He kissed her lips silencing her.

“Do you know that was our first real night
together?” she asked.

“I do know.” He kissed her neck. “Get used to it,
baby. There are going to be many nights of us together.”

His hand moved under the shirt she wore.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“If you were going to make me breakfast then I want
to watch you cook for me naked.”

“It will be too hot.” She protested even as his
hands found her wet pussy. The instant he touched her she became aroused.

“I’ll be here to keep you safe,” he said. The robe he
wore dropped to the floor. In the next instant the shirt she wore followed the
robe. They were stood in the kitchen naked. “Grab something from the fridge,”
he said. His voice held so much promise. She couldn’t think past her arousal.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed herself to his hard body.

They both moaned together. Vicki pulled away and did
as he instructed. Her hands held onto the door of the fridge as she looked in.
Tristan grabbed her hips, aligned his cock and slammed inside her.

She cried out gripping the door. Vicki closed the
door and held on as he worked her from behind. The grip on her hips tightened
as he plunged inside.

In and out.
In and out.

The action happened over and over again. Vicki
didn’t want to stop him. The feel of his cock working inside her was more than
she could stand.

“You feel so fucking good. I have to have you.”

Vicki held onto the closed fridge as the first
stirrings of release worked over her body. Her nipples tightened to unbearable
points. Tristan held her hips in a death grip, tightening with every hard,
smooth thrust.

She was wet, and her cream leaked onto the top of
her thighs.

“Please,” she said.

“Feel me inside you. You’re so fucking wet and ready
for me.” Tristan’s voice rose with each word spoken.

Vicki didn’t do anything but take what he gave her.
His cock thickened with each plunge.

Holding onto the fridge, Vicki cried out when
Tristan let go of one side of her hip to slide his fingers over her clit. With
a few strokes on her nub Vicki splintered apart. Crying out her orgasm she
thrust back against him.

Tristan followed her through to her release. His
hold on her hips tightened, and his cock jerked inside her.

They came together. Their cries of release echoed
throughout the room.

“I couldn’t wait,” Tristan said with his cock still
inside her.

“I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Vicki.”

Slowly, he pulled out of her body making her gasp.

His seed trickled down her inner thigh. He reached
for a towel and wiped away his seed. Vicki took the towel and placed it inside
the washing machine.

Afterwards she grabbed the ingredients from the
fridge. Tristan followed her around the kitchen. As she chopped up some
vegetables to place inside omelettes for their breakfast Tristan played with her
breasts. His cock hardened as he toyed with her body.

“You’re insatiable,” she said.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for. Your body is to die
for.” He fingered her nipples as he spoke.

When she placed some oil in a frying pan and was
about to add the vegetables, Tristan moved her out of spitting distance from
the hot oil. Even as she cooked for them both Tristan did his best to protect
her.

She couldn’t help loving him more for his
protectiveness around her.

“Stefan hates acting as Sheriff,” Vicki said.

“He better get used to it. I’ve been informed if I
chose to leave the office he would be the one people vote in. He loves this
town and the people trust him.”

“I wouldn’t tell him that.” She closed her eyes when
he kissed her neck. Everything he did to her body had her on edge. Her pussy
pulsed with fresh arousal recalling the feel of him inside her.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” His hand moved
down to her stomach. “I want to get you pregnant, Vicki. I want to see you
swollen with our child. Do you want our baby?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” They’d lost one baby together. “What
would you like?” she asked, lost in her own fantasy of their future.

“I don’t care. A son or daughter, I’d love them
both.”

She spun in his arms and kissed him. “I love you.”

He brushed the hair off her face. “And I love you.
I’m the luckiest man in Law Castle.”

She smiled. “No, I’m the luckiest woman.”

“I put you through hell.”

“You’re here now. No one can take that away from
me.” She kissed him again.

****

After breakfast Tristan gave Vicki time to take a
shower and to freshen up. He cleaned away their dishes and cleaned the kitchen.
Once he finished he made a pot of coffee and sat with the morning paper. He
didn’t like wearing clothes when he was alone and hadn’t bothered to put the
robe back on.

Staring at the headlines he saw the baking festival
was that coming weekend. He’d be spending the event with Vicki. She always
baked for the festival because she made the best chocolate cake and chilli he’d
ever tasted. When he’d told Stefan about his plans to propose to her that night
in front of the whole town the other man thought it was very brave of him.
Taking the risk of being shot down in front of the residents of Law Castle
showed he was either insane or crazy in love with Vicki.

He wasn’t insane, but he was crazy in love with one
woman. Law Castle had plenty of ménage relationships going on. Vicki wasn’t
having another man between her thighs apart from him. He’d never be able to
survive another man touching her.

The doorbell rang and interrupted his thoughts.

“Can you get that, Tristan?” Vicki called from
upstairs. He heard her padding around their room. They’d be sharing a home
soon. Everything he owned Vicki owned as well.

Grabbing the robe from the floor Tristan tied the sash
as he opened the door. “I thought I told you we didn’t want to be disturbed,”
he said.

There was a man not much older than himself and a woman
stood on the doorsteps.

“Who the hell are you?” the older man asked.

“Calm down, Richard,” the older woman said, patting
his chest.

Tristan stared at them frowning.

“Who am I? Who are you? I think you’ve got the wrong
house,” Tristan said ready to close the door.

“Mom?
Dad?”
Vicki walked down the stairs dressed in another robe.
Her hair was wet from her recent shower.

“Who is this man, Vicki? Why have you been ignoring
my calls?”

Vicki stood in front of him. “Dad, stop with the
questions and the angry glare.” She held her hands up placating her father.

He stared at the older man and woman and saw parts
of Vicki staring back at him. Shit, he’d just opened the door on his
future-in-laws in a robe. He’d not been expecting them to turn up at the door.

“Who is this man?” Richard asked.

“Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Tristan Carmichael,
my …
erm
, boyfriend.” Vicki made the hesitant
introductions.

“I think this should be brought inside,” Tristan
said, noticing all the attention they were gaining from the locals.

They didn’t get the chance to change clothes. They
sat on the sofa as her parents took the individual chairs on either side of the
coffee table. Vicki left him alone with her folks to make coffee. Tristan
didn’t mind being left alone with her parents. He wasn’t leaving Vicki no
matter what happened.

“Are you the reason Vicki lost her baby?” Richard
asked.

“Richard!” The woman spoke harshly.

“He’s naked in our daughter’s house, Ellen. What
more do you want me to say?”

He sat forward gaining both of their attention. “I’m
not the one responsible for her losing her baby, but I’m the one who put the
baby there.”

Richard stood and raised his fist.

Tristan stayed in his seat.

“Richard!”

“I’m in love with Vicki.” The words made the other
man hesitate. “I’ve been in love with your daughter for a long time.”

“You’re too old for her,” Richard said, sitting down.
The anger inside her father was still there. Tristan knew it wasn’t the end of
it. This man loved his daughter, and he clearly didn’t like the thought of
someone taking advantage of her.

“I know. I can’t help the way I feel.”

“Tristan, you don’t need to explain yourself,” Vicki
said, carrying in a tray.

“I do.” He waited until his woman was sat by his
side before continuing. “I’ve not done right by Vicki.” Tristan explained the
situation about his ex-wife as briefly as he could. Her father looked ready to
murder him. Tristan tensed waiting for the blow to come. Vicki curled up
against him taking his hand. Her support meant the world to him. After
everything he’d put her through Vicki was showing her trust in him. He would
earn her trust for the rest of his life. “The moment my divorce came through I
drove nonstop to get to her.” He gave Vicki’s father his full attention. “I’m
in love with your daughter. She will want for nothing. I will make it my life’s
mission to make sure she’s cared for, and I will never step foot outside of Law
Castle without her.”

“What about marrying my daughter?” Richard asked.
“Or is she just good enough to fuck?”

“Dad, stop.”

Tristan chuckled.

“Actually, Sir, I was going to propose to your
daughter in front of the whole town. I intend to claim Vicki for myself. I love
her, and not a day goes by when I’m not sorry for the pain I caused her.”

“You spoiled his surprise, Richard,” Ellen said, her
disapproval
clear
in her voice.

“How was I supposed to know? He’s here in nothing
but a robe.”

Vicki groaned. “You’re not even supposed to be
here,” she said.

“How am I to stay away when your texts have been
cryptic? I was worried. You were avoiding talking to me, and talking with
Stefan made everything clear.”

“You’ve been talking to Stefan?” Vicki asked.

“He’s a Law Castle Bad Boy, so of course I talk to
him. I was the one who asked him to look after you. Stefan keeps an eye on you
when I can’t,” Richard said. “Do you really think I’d leave my daughter alone
without having someone keeping an eye on her?”

Tristan liked her father a hell of a lot more. They
were both on the same page. Poor Stefan, he’d been giving information to
Tristan during the time he’d been away.