Page 27 of Black Heart

Janice worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked from Marty to Tristan. Finally, she sighed. “Fine, but someone owes me a hundred and fifty dollars for this visit.”

At that, Tristan managed to push himself up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and-

“You know what? On second thought, forget about it!” Janice said with a nervous smile as she grabbed her bag and hugged it against her chest as she quickly headed for the door.

He barely managed to take two steps before a small, warm hand pressed against his bare chest, stopping him. “Sit at the desk. It will make it easier for me,” Marty said, giving him a gentle push back that had him swallowing hard as the thought of Marty running her hands over his body sent a very different fire through him. A thousand past fantasies raced through his head, all of them making him break out into a sweat.

“That’s not necessary,” he finally managed to say.

Instead of listening to him, Marty shook her head and gently pushed him towards his office chair. Not sure what else to do, Tristan threw Shayne a pleading look.

“Sorry, lad. I’d let her if I were ye. I’d do it myself, but I’m not yer bitch,” Shayne said, shrugging it off.

Tristan discreetly flipped him off, earning a chuckle. “Good luck, lad. I’m off,” Shayne said before he faded from sight.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so let me know if I’m being too rough, okay?” Marty said as she began massaging his shoulder, tearing a groan from him that had her hands immediately going still. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he said, slowly exhaling as she began moving her hands again.

Tristan tried to focus on something else, anything else, as her hands moved over his shoulder, his back, his chest, and down his arm. Until he found himself biting back a groan as he closed his eyes and thought about just how goddamn good her hands felt on him.

* * *

She never realized justhow good it could feel to touch someone before.

He was so warm and firm, Marty thought as she ran her hands over his biceps, entranced when his muscles quivered beneath her touch. She moved her hand over his chest and nearly moaned when his flat nipple hardened beneath her touch.

As she ran her hands over him, Marty took advantage of his eyes being closed to further examine his tattoo and wound. The tattoo on his chest was darker than she’d originally thought and incredibly sexy, Marty thought as she ran her hands over it.

Her gaze moved to the scar on his shoulder. The one on the back was larger. She realized after a moment that it was the exit wound. She skimmed her fingers over the angry, pink skin and frowned when she saw the light scratches Janice left behind. Before she could stop herself, Marty leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder.

* * *

Tristan grippedthe edge of the desk until he thought his fingers would snap off when he felt her soft lips press against his shoulder. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that the last thing either one of them needed was for him to do something stupid.

“What was that for?” Tristan managed to ask. Although, to be honest, he had no idea if it came out as a coherent sentence since his mind was still focused on just how fucking good it felt when she kissed him.

He felt her warm breath tease his skin.

Oh, shit…

“For all those times you used to kiss me better. Do you remember?”

“How could I ever forget? You were my own personal stalker,” Tristan murmured around a soft groan.

She playfully slapped him on his good shoulder. “I wasn’t a stalker!”

“Yes, you were!” Tristan said, chuckling.

“Hey, I wasn’t half as bad as the girls who used to follow you around when we were in school,” Marty pointed out as she continued to rub his back. She felt him relax while they reminisced about the days where she used to spend every waking moment with him, the days when she felt whole.

She really missed those days.

He groaned loudly. “Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares of giggling girls with acne and braces chasing me down and trying to steal a kiss,” Tristan said with a mock shudder, making her lips twitch.

“I wasn’t that bad. I only demanded kisses when I got hurt,” Marty pointed out, unable to help but smile when he chuckled. She loved the sound of his laughter, absolutely adored it.

“That’s true, except for all those extra kisses that you demanded for all of your invisible injuries.”

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