She’s not yours to think about.
Tristan raised the skirt to her waist. He pulled her panties down and saw all the evidence he needed to see. There was some gauze over the worse of the damage. The strip marks weren’t just on her ass but on her thighs. Kate let out a moan and wriggled her hips. Even now she was turned on by the damage. Seeing the marks on her body made Tristan feel sick. He was a Dom, and he liked to see flesh bloom red from the contact of his hand; but what he saw on Kate’s body was not what he was into.
Bondage, spanking, role playing, and even orgasm control he liked to do. This was not part of it. He hated the sight of it.
The scent of the other woman’s arousal permeated the air.
****
Vicki was nervous. Her hands shook as she stared out of her bedroom window. Lunch was in ten minutes, and she’d changed ten times already. The dresses and skirts didn’t fit her properly. The weight she’d lost over the last few months didn’t mean anything as there was nothing in her wardrobe good enough for her date
Date? She didn’t know if it was a date. Tristan wanted to have lunch with her. She settled on a pastel peach dress, which moulded to her breasts and body. He was right, and so was Zoe. She needed to eat more. Tying her hair in a loose clip she made her way out into the sunshine. She waved at several of the locals.
Stefan stopped her with a whistle. She’d not seen him drive up alongside her. He stopped the bike.
“Hi,” she said. “It’s Monday. You’re not going to fire me are you?” She needed the job with Stefan. He provided her with enough income to sustain herself.
“It’s Monday, babe. Of course I’m not going to fire you. Listen, Connor has lots to do on the baking side of things. I was wondering with the event this weekend if you’d be willing to work with him to provide enough food for the tourists. A little bird told me it was going to be epic,” Stefan said.
“How old are you?” she asked, laughing. “Of course I’ll do it. I’ll give Connor a call later today. I’m sure Zoe will love me taking away one of her men.” Vicki rolled her eyes at the thought.
“She’s got two more to choose from. Where are you headed?” he asked.
Nibbling her lip she looked past his shoulder.
“Come on, tell me.”
“Tristan asked me out to lunch. I’m going over to the station just to talk. Nothing else.”
Stefan kept staring at her. She didn’t like the thought of being judged and told him so.
“I’m not judging you. Tristan seems like a good guy, but I don’t know him all that well. He takes care of the town, and I’m down with that. What I’m not down with is him breaking your heart. You’re a Law Castle Bad Boy’s daughter, Vicki. No one messes with you.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Stefan. I needed that.” This was one of the reasons why she never wanted to leave Law Castle. This was her home, and the people never judged her.
“Would you like some company walking to the station?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
He climbed off the bike and started walking alongside her while holding the handlebars of his bike.
“So anything interesting happening this weekend with the gang?” she asked.
“I’m opening the house up to several of the gang. Peter is coming down, and so is Carl. Do you remember them?”
Peter and Carl were two brothers. They had left Law Castle over ten years ago looking for adventure. They shared everything together, and both brothers always returned for a Law Castle event.
“Yeah, I remember. I thought Carl broke his leg or something.”
Everyone kept in touch even when they left town.
“He did, but you know Carl. Nothing is going to keep him away.”
She listened as he talked about the events and what he’d gotten planned. Men and women travelled to Law Castle in order to see the group of men. Vicki understood the appeal. They were all hot men, but each of the men had a lot of skills. For instance, Stefan was amazing at drawing ink. He could own a tattoo parlour, but Stefan preferred to do the ink he liked rather than on request. She’d seen him at home doing the stuff. He held all the qualifications and specifications where he inked in order to do it.
There was a time when she’d been tempted to ask him to ink her skin. Skull and crossbones were not her thing, and she didn’t want to ask him to make an exception for her with a dolphin.
They made it to the station in time to see Kevin Thomas walking inside.
“I heard he’s the night deputy.”
“I think he’s got a thing for Marla. The new woman working the front desk.”
“I know who Marla is. She’s a little old for him,” Stefan said.