The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake (13 page)

Vicki let out a sigh as she pulled another month off
her calendar with still no sign of Tristan back in her life. The summer months
were gone in Law Castle, and they were back preparing for the winter. Fall was
turning out to be one of the coldest ones yet. The baking festival around the
town for the locals might still be cancelled. Every year there was a big fire
in the town where people went and threw something on. They were riding the
summer wave and getting ready for winter.

It was a dangerous and stupid tradition but one
Vicki attended regardless.

“Another month has gone by. When was the last time
you heard from him?” Zoe asked. Her friend was sat in the sitting room with her
feet up. She was over eight months pregnant and very close to giving birth.
Jake, Brent, and Connor were beside themselves with worry. Vicki couldn’t
believe they let Zoe stay with her for any length of time.

“It has been a couple of days since we last spoke.”
She wasn’t going to mention the teary end to the last conversation. Tristan was
adamant of hearing her touch herself during their phone conversation. The
orgasm that came from their phone calls to each other left her unsatisfied.

“What’s the matter, Vicki? You sound upset.”

“I don’t know. I’m starting to think I’m being led
on,” Vicki said, grabbing her hot chocolate and joining her friend in the
sitting room.

“How come?”

“It has been over three months, Zoe. How long is a
girl supposed to wait? This is not just about the divorce anymore. It’s about
him cutting ties or something from his old life. Tristan has told me when he
comes back that will be it. He could have come back to Law Castle at any time,
but he hasn’t. Surely business doesn’t take this long. I’m all alone here, and
I’m starting to think he’s having a laugh with his pain whore of a friend, and
how he messed with the life of a small town girl.”

Vicki let go of everything. There were no more tears
to be spilled. She’d spent a great deal of time crying over him already. She
wasn’t going to spend another day wishing for something she was never going to
have.

“You can’t mean that. Tristan loves you.”

“Does he? I mean, what proof do I actually have that
he loves me?” She raised her hand and started counting off the faults she
recorded from her time spent with Tristan. “He lied to me about being married.
At every opportunity he pushed me away. He’s gone, and I don’t even know if
he’s coming back. He’s older than me, and his wife was way prettier than I will
ever be, and I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Zoe stayed silent as Vicki calmed herself by sipping
coffee.

“Can I remind you I’m supposed to the hormonal one?”
Zoe rubbed her stomach.

Moving to the sofa Vicki curled up against her
friend. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m tired and stressed.
Stefan’s getting irritable because Marla refuses to go on a date with him. He
also hates acting as a Sheriff and is about ready to appoint someone else.”

“Everything will be all right, Vicki. I know it
will.”

Zoe stroked her hair.

“How is everything going with you?” Vicki asked,
rubbing her stomach.

“Connor is driving me crazy. Brent and Jake wait on
me hand and foot, but Connor is reading all the books on what can go wrong with
pregnancy. I sneezed the other morning, and he took me to the hospital for a
check-up. I swear the nurses have got a bet going on how many times I go.”

Vicki laughed. Connor was the most protective out of
all of Zoe’s men.

“Are you going to the baking festival this weekend?”
Zoe asked.

“Yeah.
Stefan is letting me have the weekend off, and I’m going to bake ready for the
event. I don’t know why we have so many events,” Vicki said.

“You’re succumbing to sullenness. I didn’t think it
was possible for someone so happy to be so sad.”

“I can’t help it,” Vicki said. “There’s nothing to
be happy about.”

With her parents begging her to move closer to them
and Tristan asking her to stay in Law Castle, she felt torn. Which way should
she go?

“You’re starting to sound like me before I let
myself love. Don’t turn into me, Vicki. It won’t be healthy for you.”

The door being knocked interrupted their
conversation.

“I bet that’s Connor. He can’t stand me being
alone.” Zoe moved away from her. Vicki dropped her head onto the sofa. She
heard the door opening and nothing else.

“What’s going on? Has Connor passed out because
you’re answering my door?” Vicki asked.

When no answer came she moved up and looked over the
back of her sofa. What she saw froze her in place.

“Tristan.”

Tristan Carmichael stood in the doorway of her
sitting room holding a suitcase and a bouquet of flowers.

“Where’s Zoe?” she asked.

“Connor was pacing outside when I came to the house.
We agreed to make a trade. I’d take Zoe’s place, and he takes his very, heavily
pregnant wife home.”

She’d not seen him in over three months, but he
looked the same. His hair was slightly longer, and his muscles appeared thicker
than she remembered.

“She’s due in the next few weeks,” Vicki said. She
continued to stare at him over the sofa. “Are you really here?”

“Come here and see for yourself.”

He dropped the suitcase onto the floor and then
placed the flowers on the stand closest to him. Vicki launched herself into his
arms.

Tristan was real. She pinched her arm and cried out
in pain.

“I’m here, baby. I’m finally here.” His arms
surrounded her, and his grip tightened to the point of pain. Vicki didn’t care
about the pain. She needed to feel him against her to know he was real.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” she
said, letting go of the tears she’d been holding back.

“I gave you a promise. I always intended to come
back, but I was only going to do that when I could give you something,” he
said.

He bent down with her in his arms to retrieve a
piece of paper from his suitcase.

“I’ll be getting everything through the post later.
I couldn’t wait another day. I’ve been driving to get to you.”

She didn’t let him go. Taking the paper from him she
read the words that were most important to her. Tristan was divorced. He was no
longer bound to Kate.

“You got your divorce.”

“I got my divorce, and now I can do this.”

Before she got chance to say another thing, Tristan
slammed his lips down on hers. Vicki didn’t want to fight him. Circling his
neck with her arms she pulled him down in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

****

After his last phone conversation with Stefan,
Tristan knew it was only a matter of time before Vicki left Law Castle to be
with her parents. With Cameron’s help he’d been able to get through the divorce
but not without the expense of a court battle. Kate tried to take over half of
his trust fund and money. She’d also found out about the business he’d invested
in. All of his ties to the city and the businesses had now been cut. The judge
listened to her tale of abuse and pain at his hands. There was a point when
Tristan felt the judge believed Kate’s recounting of events. When Cameron
entered the equation all bets were off. What he and Kate didn’t know was
Cameron not only liked to give pain, he liked to watch.

He’d made a tape of his and Kate’s time together.
Tristan had to sit in court with several other people to watch Kate, who at the
time he thought he was in love with, tell Cameron how bad he was in bed. His
ego wasn’t broken at all. Any person who needed to draw blood to get them off
was never going to be Tristan’s ideal of a bed partner.

Kate didn’t have a leg to stand on. The divorce went
through, and Kate didn’t get a dime of his money. She tried to ruin his reputation,
and all she did was ruin her own reputation. No one would touch her. Once she
was faced with losing her money bank, her true colours shone through.

Tristan hated the fact he had to thank his old
friend for help, but he did it because he was free. Cameron was the one to
bring him the paper to go back to Law Castle.

Tilting Vicki’s head back, Tristan deepened the
kiss. He felt her moan against him and her body melt into his. She was his
woman, and talking dirty with her over the phone lost its appeal quickly.

“Tristan,” she said, sighing. “Do you remember what
you promised me?”

“I do.” He didn’t wait for her to give consent.
Lifting her up into his arms, Tristan took her upstairs to her room. He kicked
the door open and placed her on the feet on the floor. “I’ve not got the ties
to bind you to me. I’ll have to improvise.”

He walked over to her drawer unit. He opened the
first drawer hiding her underwear. Pulling out a pair of tights he threw them
to the bed.

For five months he’d been gone. The moment they were
together the months melted away. Tristan cupped her cheeks. Tears spilled from
her eyes. He kissed her tears away and forced her to look at him.

“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.