Page 42 of Black Heart

“Lay back on the floor and spread your legs for me, baby,” Tristan said, desperate to bury his head between her legs.

Marty moaned louder, but she didn’t stop driving him out of his fucking mind. She pulled her hand away and wrapped it back around his cock, using her hold around him to pull him closer. Intense pleasure surged through his cock as he struggled not to lose his fucking mind.

“Did you really mean it?” Marty asked, releasing his cock as she sat back.

“What?” Tristan asked in a daze as he registered a cold breeze teasing his skin.

“That you were mine no matter what?” Marty asked, running her hand over his cock.

Words failed him, so he nodded, watching as she slowly stood up, running her hands over his chest as she stood on her toes to kiss him. Just when their lips were about to meet, she shoved him away.

Instead of hitting the wall like he’d expected, Tristan stumbled back onto his front step.

What the hell?

“Consider this payback,baby,” Marty said, shooting him a wink.

With that, she shut the door and locked it, leaving him standing there, painfully aroused and confused as hell. That is until his mind registered that it was nighttime and instead of it being dark, everything seemed to be lit up. The front of his house was bright, really fucking bright with flashes of red and blue lighting up the night.

Tristan slowly turned around to face whatever was left of Marty’s revenge only to groan when he spotted five cruisers with their lights flashing, three ambulances, two fire department SUVs and about twenty or so cops, firefighters, EMTs, and onlookers watching him.

“Oh, this is so going on the website,” one of the men announced with a satisfied sigh, grinning hugely as he snapped a picture with his phone.

Tristan closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the door. Then, he did it again and again. Oh, he was going to enjoy making the little pain in the ass pay for this.

“Nice cuffs, Detective Black!” someone yelled.

“Glad to know that you’re happy to see us, Detective Black!” another man yelled and Tristan didn’t have to look down to know that he was still hard as a rock. It seemed that nothing was going to dampen his need for Marty, not the frigid February air or even public humiliation.

“Ah, there she goes!” Denny said, pointing to what Tristan already knew was Marty making her escape.

Tristan stepped around the corner of his house and watched as Marty ran away. She seemed to sense him watching her because she did the stupidest thing any woman could have possibly done at that moment.

She taunted him.

He watched through narrowed slits as Marty paused to throw him a wink and blew him a kiss. That was it. Her ass was about to become permanently red.

Tristan took two menacing steps towards her before he felt a hard tug on his cuffs. Marty yelped and ran off towards the safety of her father’s house while Denny did his best to drag him back. Tristan ignored the pain in his shoulder and tried to take off running after her only to be tackled to the ground by his brother.

He looked up in time to see Marty’s front door slam shut behind her. Oh, she was going to pay for this shit. There was no fucking way that he was going to let her get away with this.

CHAPTER15

“Are you even listening to me, Marty?”

Marty scanned the bar one more time before she returned her attention to Melissa, who’d been crying for the past hour over her boyfriend. Well, he was probably her ex-boyfriend now that she’d caught him making out with her boss yesterday.

“She’s not listening to any of us!” Diane cried, causing the people around them to turn around.

How in the hell did she let them convince her that this was a good idea? She didn’t want to be here. She would have been perfectly happy hiding in her room…with the door locked…and the window locked along with every door and window in the house locked and barricaded instead of coming here.

“I cannot believe it’s over! I loved him!” Angie sobbed into a small pile of cocktail napkins.

Oh, that’s right.

She came out because three of her friends got dumped within a twenty-four-hour period and they’d all guilt-tripped her into coming today. Since they’d all been dumped, they were looking to her for support. Why? She had no idea. She’d never really had a boyfriend. Granted, Tristan had broken her heart and had been driving her crazy over the past couple of weeks, but that didn’t make her an expert.

She really didn’t fit in for this girl’s night out and had explained that to them several times. Why they didn’t just go to each other for comfort, she would never know.

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