Page 41 of Black Heart

“He doesn’t touch you again,” Tristan bit out as his eyes locked with hers. “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again. You’remine!”

Marty looked down so that he couldn’t see the pleased expression on her face. Really, she shouldn’t be this happy that a man was acting this way, but she was, probably because it was Tristan and it meant that she wasn’t the only one suffering from whatever this thing was between them. This was the man she’d loved her whole life. Then, a thought occurred to her that wiped the smile off her face.

As she undid his pants, Marty asked, “And have you been with a lot of women?”

Tristan opened his mouth to answer when Shayne’s loud bark of laughter distracted him, letting him know that he was still close by.

“Not unless ye count yer left hand, lad!” More laughter. “And I don’t think that lass that yealmostlost yer virginity to counts since she shoved ye away once ye moaned Marty’s name.” He sounded thoughtful when he continued. “Of course, ye probably should have held off saying that untilafterye were inside the lass. Ah, live and learn.”

He wasn’t about to admitthatto Marty. Not after he found out that some other man had been with her. How pathetic would he look if he admitted to being a twenty-nine-year-old virgin? Nothing on this earth was going to drag those fucking words from his mouth.

Absolutely fucking nothing.

What was he going to tell her if she asked why? That it felt wrong, like cheating to even consider it after that one mistake? Oh, yeah, he’d come off as pathetic, deranged, and a stalker if he admitted that he couldn’t bring himself to touch another woman, knowing that it would never be as good as being with her.

“Not many,” Tristan answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed his ass off in the other room.

“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased as she pulled down his zipper while he struggled to sit up. She tore a moan from him when she reached inside his pants and wrapped her hand around him. God, that felt so fucking good, Tristan thought, groaning as she used her hold to pull him free. He watched Marty swallow hard as she stared down at him.

“Better than Bob?” Tristan asked, watching her as she licked her lips.

“So much better,” Marty answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.

After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, Marty climbed off his lap and began working his pants down. He raised his hips, making it easier for her to pull his jeans and boxers off, leaving him naked, handcuffed, and lying on the floor, which simply begged the question, “What now?”

Marty answered his question by running her hands over his legs and stomach. His erection jumped with each pass as though it were begging for her touch. Finally, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed, tearing a moan from Tristan’s throat as she ran her hand over his cock.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” Marty said, making him swallow hard. “Can you stand?”

He’d do whatever she wanted.

Biting back a wince, Tristan rolled onto his side and stood up, ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his shoulder and down his arm and focused on the woman that he couldn’t live without.

“Against the wall,” Marty said, placing her hand against his chest and gave him a gentle push that had him biting back a groan as he moved back until his back hit the wall right next to the door.

“Will this do?” Tristan asked, watching as she slowly ran her eyes over him.

“Perfect,” Marty murmured as she moved closer and-

Tore a moan from him when she pressed her lips against his chest. Releasing a shaky breath, Tristan stood there while Marty slowly kissed her way down his chest and over his abs until she came to his cock straining to reach her.

Ignoring his aching cock, Marty kissed the spot right above his navel, to the side, and then, she pressed her lips against his hip as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze before stroking him, running her hand over his cock while he stood there, struggling against the urge to roll his hips.

She continued stroking him, driving him out of his mind until he didn’t think he could take anymore and-

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, dropping his head back against the wall when she traced the underside of his cock with her tongue.

So fucking good, Tristan thought, groaning when he felt her lips wrap around the tip and gently sucked. He’d never done anything like this before, but every sensation, touch, kiss, and stroke of his cock felt so goddamn familiar.

When her teeth gently teased the tip, Tristan couldn’t help but moan only to realize that he wasn’t the only one moaning. Christ, he could feel her moans vibrate through his cock as she moved her mouth over him. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that it was her pussy.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan bit out, desperate for another taste of her.

Her answering moan had him dropping his head and watching her as she slid her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moment later, she moaned around his cock, forcing him to grind his teeth together to stop himself from coming as he watched her touch herself.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan said as he watched Marty pull her hand free and raised it. He leaned down and took her glistening fingers in his mouth, greedily suckling on them and groaned.

She tasted like honey and he wanted more.

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