Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(56)

A moment later she tensed when she felt him curl up behind her. He chuckled softly in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you a rest. It’s just after ten now so in about oh,…three hours I’ll wake you up again.”

She whimpered.

Another chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get some sleep. We have to be at work in the morning.”

"You're not supposed to go to work," she mumbled. "You have to go to a meeting."

He sighed heavily near her ear. "I'd rather go to work."

"Tristan, don't you think that you should take some time off? Your shoulder really should get looked at," she said around a yawn as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he sighed. "How about this? If it hurts tomorrow I'll go home early and use up my vacation time."

Knowing that was probably the best she would get from him, she nodded her agreement. With that settled she closed her eyes, ready for some much needed sleep.

She’d never been happier to have to go to work in her life. She was so tired. There was no doubt in her mind that if they didn’t have work in the morning that he wouldn’t let her rest. She felt his arm snake around her waist and snuggled back against his chest, closing her eyes with a pleased smile.

When his hand began to wander down her stomach, she made a grab for it.

“What are you doing?”

“Just repositioning my hand for comfort,” he said innocently.

Grudgingly, she released his hand and closed her eyes. A few seconds later her eyes flew open as a loud gasp escaped her lips. He ran his finger over her clit, teasing it again and again. Her damn traitorous body began to respond even as her brain sent out urgent messages that it was time to sleep.

Oh, God…..he was going to kill her with sex.

He kissed her neck and she stupidly gave him access. He kissed and licked her neck just the way that he knew she liked it. Damn him. She felt herself becoming wet again as his finger glided through her slit and slid inside of her. She whimpered when he pulled his finger away from her, but then moaned loudly as he slid into her from behind.

"After this I'll let you get some sleep." She noticed that he didn't say, "I promise”, but at the moment she really was in no position to argue. It felt too good to complain.

*-*-*-*

Marty closed her eyes, wincing as the floorboards beneath the carpet creaked softly. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and almost sighed with relief when she spotted Tristan lying undisturbed and most importantly, still asleep on his bed. Her eyes shot to the alarm clock. It was barely one o'clock in the morning. After the marathon of love making, not to mention what he went through today, he should be out cold until morning.

She should be sleeping, too, but she could no longer ignore the call of nature. Carefully, she padded across the bedroom carpet to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She paused for another moment before locking the door. Marty had no doubt that he could burst through the door if he wanted to, but it made her feel safer this way.

After relieving herself, washing her face, and cringing at the sight of her hair she opened the door and whimpered.

"Morning, baby," Tristan drawled, giving her a sexy lopsided smile.

Another whimper may have escaped her as her gaze dropped down his body only to shoot back up in alarm. He couldn't be.....

Oh, but he was. She gasped as he reached out and pulled her to him. The hard erection she’d glimpsed only a few seconds ago jerked against her stomach.

"I was just using the bathroom. I-I'd like some sleep now," she mumbled pathetically.

He chuckled softly against the crook of her neck. "I'll get you back in bed. Don't worry about it," he said as he lifted her up and once again her legs wrapped around him. This time he pressed her against the wall and entered her hard with one thrust, earning a whimper or a moan from her. She really wasn't sure which.

*-*-*-*

"Shit," Marty whispered harshly as she overfilled her glass with water. The excess water pooled on the counter before running over the side and onto the tiled floor. Marty quickly downed her second glass of water before she grabbed a few paper towels. Once the last drop of water was gone, she knelt down on the floor and frantically tried to wipe up the mess so that she could go back to sleep before he woke up again.

She was so tired....so damn tired and sore. She was sore in places she hadn’t even known existed until today. As soon as she cleaned up this mess she was going back to bed to-

"Thirsty?"

"Oh, no," Marty whimpered, too afraid to look back. She didn't need to since she already knew that it was him. Two warm hands gripped her h*ps and held her in place as he slowly penetrated her.

This was not happening. It couldn't be. It had to be humanly impossible for a man to get this many erections in a twenty-four hour period. It couldn't be healthy for him. She knew that it wasn't healthy for her, but once again her body betrayed her.

By morning she was going to need a vacation just to catch up on sleep.

*-*-*-*

Marty yawned and turned over onto her back just as a warm heavy weight settled on top of her. Her eyes flew open just as Tristan slid inside of her.

"B-b-but I was only turning over. I was still sleeping!" she protested weakly as he rolled his h*ps against hers.