The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(34)

“Before I continue I need to know you want this.”

“How can you doubt it?” she asked.

“I’m older than you. After what I put you through I don’t want to take anything for granted.” He wiped the rest of her tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t care about the age difference. I love you, Tristan.”

Her hands ran up his chest.

“There’s something I want you to know,” he said. She lifted her gaze to his. “Vicki Burke, I’m so totally in love with you.”

She gasped, and the smile on her face would stay with him forever.

“You mean every word you say,” she said. “When did you know?”

“I knew before I left Law Castle. I made you a promise, Vicki. I wasn’t going to say something and then leave you. I’m free.”

Her arms went around his neck, and her grip tightened as she laughed.

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

Tristan worked the zipper at the back of the dress she was wearing. In the last five months her body had filled out in all the right places. Her thick hips and small waist were back. The added flesh he’d missed was once again part of her.

He pushed the dress off her arms until it landed in a heap on the floor. She wore a pair of black tights. They were not flattering. The black lace underwear flattered her body shape. She stepped out of the shoes she’d been wearing. He tore his way through her tights until she stood in her underwear.

Before he got her completely naked, Tristan started to remove his own clothes. His sweater, along with his shirt, went. The cold days made it impossible to wear anything else other than thick clothes. Vicki’s house was heated sufficiently for them to be together how he wanted.

Her fingers stroked up his chest and circled his nipples as he finished removing his clothes. His cock thickened at the feel of her soft hands against him. He’d spent endless nights dreaming of this moment. In his mind he’d planned every reaction and possibility so he could give her a reunion   to remember.

She released her tits from her constricting bra. Tristan watched as the full mounds fell free. Her tight little nipples called to him. Reaching out he stroked each tight bud to ripeness.

Vicki gasped.

“You’re still so responsive,” he said.

Unable to hold back, he tore the panties hiding the last of her body from him. Once she was undressed, Tristan pushed his boxer briefs down his thighs. Her gaze wandered over his body. He felt her stare like a sharp caress over his skin.

He did the same with her body. Tristan memorised every inch of her. For the rest of the week he was banning clothes. He’d already been in touch with Stefan and organised for them to not be visited. Tristan wanted some alone time with his woman. When Vicki was under no illusions of who she belonged to he’d take back his role as Sheriff.

With all the pain and hurt he’d caused Vicki, it was only fair he started adding to her list of good memories with him.

Her hands reached out toward him. Tristan went straight into her arms. Her naked breasts were flush against his chest. Tilting her head back he slammed his lips on her. There was nothing he wanted more than to consume her. Picking Vicki up in his arms he threw her to the bed.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked.





Chapter Twelve



Vicki was more than ready for what Tristan wanted from her. She lay back on the bed resting her arms on either side of the bed post.

“I’m ready for you,” she said. To emphasis her point she split her legs open so her pussy was on display. Vicki felt her wetness, and instead of being ashamed she relished the feel of Tristan’s hands on her body. Seeing the love in Tristan’s eyes was all the conviction Vicki needed. He’d come back for her, and he’d gotten a divorce. There was nothing to stop them being together.

Her father didn’t approve of Tristan, but she didn’t care. Her love for Tristan couldn’t be changed just because he was older than she was.

“I see your pussy glistening,” Tristan said.

He moved to the top of the bed. Tristan took hold of her wrist pressing a kiss to her inner palm. She held her breath as he placed her arm next to the headboard. The stocking he’d taken from her drawer lay in his hands. She watched as he wrapped her wrist with the stocking then tied the rest to the head board.

Once he was done Vicki tested the strength of the binding.

Her hand didn’t move far. Tristan walked around the bed and tied her other wrist in the same position.

“I don’t have enough rope for your legs. I’ll have to keep you in place with my arms.” He eased a pillow under her head. She stared down the length of her body and saw everything. His hand moved to circle her breast. “I want you to see everything,” he said.