Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(107)

“What do you say? Are you game?” she asked. Her hand slid back down his stomach and between his legs. She ran her hand over his erection. “I’d say you were more than game,…..Tristan.”

“I hope you knew it was me the whole time,” Tristan said, chucking as he slowly thrust in her hold. Smiling, she pressed another kiss against his back. She ran her hand over his erection one more time before she released him.

When she dropped her hand away, he turned around to face her. He leaned in and kissed her. “I’m sorry I scared you. We were able to get away a lot sooner than I thought.”

She put her arms around his neck. “It wasn’t funny,” she said, although she had enjoyed herself once she’d realized who the intruder was.

“I know. I’m sorry I woke you. I was trying to make a sandwich when I dropped a plate and broke it.”

“Where did Declean and Finn go?” she asked, leaning up so that she could press a kiss against his chin.

“They came downstairs to find out how the trip went,” he said, bending slightly so that he could kiss the tip of her nose.

“And how did the trip go?” she asked, dropping her arms from around his neck so that she could push his underwear down the rest of the way.

Sighing with frustration, he stepped out of his underwear and kicked it to the side. “Another dead end.”

“Are you going to check out that lead down in Massachusetts next week?” she asked, hating the idea of spending another week without him.

He shook his head as he leaned down and kissed her. “I’m done for now.”

“Why?”

“Because I missed you too much,” he confessed, making her smile.

“Really?”

“Really,” he said, pressing one last kiss against her lips before he stepped away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. “Besides, Ashlyn is finally back in town.”

“Shayne must be thrilled,” she said, smiling when Tristan shifted to free himself.

Well, she couldn’t very well allow that, now could she? Before he could bring his knees up, Marty was pushing him down on the bed and sitting on his lap.

“Rot in hell, ye bastards!” they heard Shayne shout seconds before the sounds of a door down the hall being slammed shut reached their room.

“He’s thrilled,” he said dryly as he lay back on the bed.

“Apparently,” she said with a smile as she reached down and grabbed a handful of her cotton nightgown. She pulled it off and was about to toss it aside when the strained expression on Tristan’s face caught her attention.

“Your shoulder?” she asked, dropping the nightgown on the floor as she scrambled to get off him, praying that she hadn’t hurt him. Damn it, she should have known better.

“Yeah,” he said with a slight groan that had her frantically searching for a key.

“Got it,” she said, picking up the key from the bottom drawer and moving to turn around and free him when a large tan hand slowly snatched the key out of her hand.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing that,” he whispered seductively as she registered the feel of his lips brushing over her neck.

It took her a few seconds before she realized that he’d somehow managed to pull her arms behind her back and handcuffed her without her knowing it.

Damn, he was good.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back until she was pressed tightly against his body. “Why don’t I show you how much I missed you?”

“And how long do you think that will take?” she asked, loving the way it felt to be in his arms, whole.

“For the rest of my life, mo shonuachar.”

Epilogue

“Stop f**king judging me!”

“It’s a stupid show!”

“It’s misunderstood!”

“It was supposed to be a three hour tour. Why the hell did they need all that f**king luggage?”

Shayne glared at Finn as he pointed towards his open bedroom door. “I told ye never to bring that up again!”

“It’s a stupid show,” Finn muttered with a shrug before he disappeared.

“Yer dead to me, ye bastard!” Shayne yelled after the confused bastard.

It was a great show, damn it!

“How are they supposed to make banana cream pies on a deserted island without milk, flour, or butter?” Declean demanded from the comfort of Shayne’s bed.

Shayne didn’t bother answering him as he flipped Declean off and stormed out of his bedroom. As he walked down the hall towards Tristan’s bedroom he cursed Declean and his precious Food Channel to hell and back. Thanks to that betraying bastard he now had a craving for banana cream pie and no way to get his hands on one.

“Sorry, lad,” Quinn said with a shrug as he appeared in front of Tristan’s door.

“Still?” Shayne asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.

“Aye,” Quinn said, chuckling. “Seems the lad really missed her.”

“Oh, come on! It’s been two days!”

Quinn simply shrugged as he gestured for Shayne to turn around and leave. Snorting in disgust, Shayne moved to pound on Tristan’s door. Two days with Marty was more than enough, especially since he was bored and wanted to get out of here for a while.