“You jackass,” I huff with a laugh before I press his face back to my chest where he immediately resumes his teasing licks and kisses hidden behind the curtain of my hair. Sweet kisses that are so soft and gentle my heart flutters wildly in my chest.
What started out as nothing more than an explosive chemistry with the mobster has turned into more, not just for me but for Tristan as well. He cares about me, so much so that he risked his life not once but twice to keep me safe. The first occasion was just minutes after he touched me for the very first time.
Tristan’s lips move up the side of my neck, making me gasp as another feeling begins to overwhelm me. Why can’t I seem to get enough of him? Even after marathon sex for days, I still want him and need more of him. Not just the sex buthim. All of him. The good and the bad.
I think the bad is what turns me on the most. He can be so violent and dangerous, but he’s always loyal to his family, willing to do literally anything for them. He’s ruthless out of love, which is why I think I’ve started to fall for him. To know he would do nothing less for me…
“The other two are DOA, so we’re done here,” the paramedic tells us, startling me and causing Tristan’s face to pop up. “Do you need a stretcher?”
“No, I don’t need a fucking stretcher. And you haven’t examined her head.”
“Looks superficial. We’ll have a doc check it in the ER because if you need stitches, trust me, you don’t want me to do them.”
A few minutes later and Tristan is up and walking to the ambulance, refusing any assistance. I wave to Bryan and then climb into the back with Tristan. Once he’s settled on the bench and fastened in a safety belt with a blanket around him, I take a seat next to him, yelping when the cold bench meets the plug I’d already forgotten was inside me.
“Headache getting worse in the lights? You could have a concussion,” Tristan says as he looks me over.
“It isn’t my head that’s making me uncomfortable,” I tell him softly. “It’s my ass.”
“Just wait until later.” He flashes me a wink and a smirk.
“You are not going to do anything but rest later,” I assure him.
“Fuck. I was supposed to pick up a bunch of late pizzos for Creed this afternoon. I got sidetracked with the office sex.”
“Glad it was good enough to distract you from ‘work’.”
“I changed my mind,” he says as he slips his uninjured arm around my waist to pull me closer.
“About what?”
“Letting Bryan watch us. Now that I know he’s more turned on by me than you, his jerking off doesn’t bother me as much.”
“What?” I whisper. “He’s —”
“Also into guys? Yep. I almost feel bad for the closeted bastard. While plenty of people can go both ways and love men and women equally, I’m thinking Bryan is just denying the truth to himself because he’s afraid of coming out on the force.”
I nod my agreement as I consider his earlier decisions. “Wait, I don’t want him watching us and thinking about you.”
“No? Jealous?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. I don’t want to share you with the whores or him.”
“Fine. It was just pity, you know that, right? I’m not —”
I press a kiss to his lips, shutting him up as our tongues meet with the promise of more than hot office sex or a dirtier romp while I’m tied up in his bed.
Only a throat clearing pulls us apart.
“If you have any personal belongings or valuables, you should give them to her since you’ll have to be stripped down for x-rays or whatever,” the responder who worked on Tristan says as the ambulance comes to a stop at the hospital. “You’ll need to wait for him in the lobby until he’s assessed and assigned to a room.”
Tristan pulls his phone from his pocket and offers it to me. “If Creed calls, will you tell him I’ll collect the payments tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure.”
With one last kiss on my cheek, he gets up and hops out of the back of the ambulance.
By the time I follow, he’s already been taken through to the back which requires an ID badge.
