The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake (6 page)

“Hi,”
Vicki said. “What’s this?”

In
between moments of being together they had awkward moments like this. Tristan
didn’t want their relationship known to anyone in town. Keeping secrets she was
able to do. Working at The Dugout meant she spent a lot of time with people
talking to her about their own problems instead of listening to her problems.

“You’re
always bringing food to the station, so I thought it was only fair that I
brought you some food.” Tristan barged into her space. He didn’t take no for an
answer.

Closing
the door she watched as he started to unload boxes on the table. She grabbed a
couple of forks from the kitchen and sat down next to him.

“You
really didn’t have to do this,” she said.

“I
know. That’s why it’s going to be more memorable to you.” Tristan handed her a
box. The tattoos stood out on his arm as he reached over to her. She stared at
the black ink marked up his arm. He didn’t have anything important, just
symbols. She hadn’t seen him naked at all.

They’d
fucked several times. She couldn’t think of their time together as anything
other than fucking. The way he’d walked out after taking her virginity didn’t
leave her with any doubt. Tristan did not love her.

After
they’d finished the food, Tristan packed everything away into her fridge.
Staring at him, Vicki fell more and more in love with him. His hard body
couldn’t disguise his kind heart.

“You
didn’t have to do this for me, you know,” she said again.

He
walked back into the kitchen. Tristan stroked her cheek then moved down to kiss
her. His lips were powerful and held the ability to stop all speech.

“No
one is here to take care of you, Vicki. I’ll always take care of you.”

Tristan
didn’t give her chance to question him. The kiss he started turned potent. He pulled
her to her feet and deepened the touch.

In a
hurried rush he pushed all of her garments from her body until she stood naked
before him.

****

Vicki cut the memory off. Remembering her past with
Tristan was too painful. There was a time when she would have done anything for
him, but he’d ruined it when he announced he was married.

Running fingers through her hair she looked down at
the cake and lost all of her appetite.

Chapter
Five

Tristan sat behind his desk looking through several
regulations that were being imposed in Law Castle. The Bad Boys’ picnic was
around the corner, and it was literally an event to celebrate the gang. There
would be a fair with rides for the kids, plenty of bikers for the event and
food. Also the event brought in a lot of tourists, which helped the local
tradespeople and the hotels. He’d been given some figures from the hotels, which
had already seen a rise in demand for accommodation.

The town loved being kept up to date on the economic
details. It was one of the few things he loved to do, give the good news to the
town. He was the Sheriff and took his job seriously. Out of all the good news
he needed to share at the town hall meeting on Friday, the only thing he looked
forward to was eating with Vicki. He’d asked Marla to let him know the minute
Vicki got into the building. He was losing his mind.

After his confession last night he should have stayed
as far away from Vicki as possible to give her time. What he’d told her last
night wasn’t for the faint-hearted. There was no excuse for his still being
married to Kate. Vicki needed time to figure things out. Instead he arranged a
date, not giving her any time at all. His hands shook as he picked up the phone
to order food from the local diner.

A knock at the door distracted him. “What?” he
asked. The heat was going to kill him. Tristan opened the windows as his door
opened.

“There’s a lady here to see you. She says it’s
urgent,” Marla said.

“Okay, send her in.”

“Don’t you want to know who it is?”

“Law Castle doesn’t need to wait,” he said, opening
the top button of his shirt. He intended to stay in Law Castle, and because of
that he needed to make sure he was open to the people who lived there.

When he’d first arrived in the small town Tristan
held his doubts over his future of being a Sheriff. He’d been a detective in
his time and even spent time in the army doing his bit for his country. At
forty-five years old he’d seen the world a time or two. Settling down in a
small town where threesomes and more-
somes
was the
norm and appeared to be protected by a local gang known as The Law Castle Bad
Boys, seemed a little out of the norm for him. In his world, cops took charge
and there were only two people to a relationship. He didn’t like to share and
didn’t intend to. Watching the way the couples got on made Tristan rethink his
ideals. He’d seen how Cheryl, Noah, and Drew worked out, and he was always
amazed by the love on display among them. Then there was Zoe and her three men.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind he turned around
and froze. Kate, his wife stood in the doorway. She wore an expensive suit, and
her hair was tied up in a neat bun. There was nothing out of place. In the
city, she’d blend in, whereas in his town, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

He recalled a time being completely affected by her
presence. His body would respond like he knew how connected she was with her.
This time, nothing. He stared at her and saw a business woman. Tristan didn’t
see his wife or his reason for high-tailing it to this town.

“Tristan,” she said.

“Kate, what are you doing here?” he asked, pulling
out his chair and taking a seat.

Marla stood watching them. He dismissed her with a
wave of the hand then waited for the door to close. Kate took the seat opposite
him.

“I needed to come and see you. I know
it’s
short notice, but I couldn’t help it. You stopped
calling me,” Kate said.

He’d stopped calling Kate around the time he’d taken
Vicki’s virginity and been plagued by thoughts of the much younger woman. Kate
was in her late thirties. She’d known the game better than he did at the time.

“A lack of communication doesn’t explain why you’re
here.” Rolling up his sleeves, Tristan stood. He’d never expected to see Kate
again. They’d both gone their own separate ways.

“What happened, Tristan? We used to be so close,”
Kate asked. Her voice took on the tone of almost whining. He closed his eyes as
anger rolled over him. Why did she have to invade his life here?

“Everything changes.”

“We don’t change.”

“Actually, you do.” He turned around to face her.
She sat on the edge of the seat. Tristan knew why she was perched on the seat.
“You’ve actually come to me when you’ve got his marks all over your ass.”

Kate flushed and fidgeted in her seat. He caught the
wince along with the pleasure flash in her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I know you, Kate. I know
how you think and how you work. I bet you’ve got fresh marks on your ass.” He
shook his head because he knew it to be the truth, and he hated that fact he
knew the truth.

“I’m not here to talk about me. I’m here to talk
about you. Tristan, you don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I’ve not
seen
him.”

The
him
she was referring to was the man who
liked to give Kate the kind of pain she needed. Angered by Kate treating him
like a fool, Tristan marched up to her. He tore the case from her hands, lifted
her from the seat and bent her over his desk.

“If you’re going to lie to me then you won’t mind me
seeing if I’m right or not.”

Kate didn’t protest. She didn’t fight him either.
This was all part of the kink she liked. He hated it. Tristan didn’t know if
she was telling the truth about the effect he had on her or if it was all a
lie. Did she like being forced?

She’s
not yours to think about.

Tristan raised the skirt to her waist. He pulled her
panties down and saw all the evidence he needed to see. There was some gauze
over the worse of the damage. The strip marks weren’t just on her ass but on
her thighs. Kate let out a moan and wriggled her hips. Even now she was turned
on by the damage.
Seeing the marks on her body made Tristan
feel sick.
He was a Dom, and he liked to see flesh bloom red from the
contact of his hand; but what he saw on Kate’s body was not what he was into.

Bondage, spanking, role playing, and even orgasm
control he liked to do. This was not part of it. He hated the sight of it.

The scent of the other woman’s arousal permeated the
air.

****

Vicki was nervous. Her hands shook as she stared out
of her bedroom window. Lunch was in ten minutes, and she’d changed ten times
already. The dresses and skirts didn’t fit her properly. The weight she’d lost
over the last few months didn’t mean anything as there was nothing in her
wardrobe good enough for her date

Date?
She
didn’t know if it was a date. Tristan wanted to have lunch with her. She
settled on a pastel peach dress, which moulded to her breasts and body. He was
right, and so was Zoe. She needed to eat more. Tying her hair in a loose clip
she made her way out into the sunshine. She waved at several of the locals.

Stefan stopped her with a whistle. She’d not seen
him drive up alongside her. He stopped the bike.

“Hi,” she said. “It’s Monday. You’re not going to
fire me are you?” She needed the job with Stefan. He provided her with enough
income to sustain
herself
.

“It’s Monday, babe. Of course I’m not going to fire
you. Listen, Connor has lots to do on the baking side of things. I was
wondering with the event this weekend if you’d be willing to work with him to
provide enough food for the tourists. A little bird told me it was going to be
epic,” Stefan said.

“How old are you?” she asked, laughing. “Of course
I’ll do it. I’ll give Connor a call later today. I’m sure Zoe will love me
taking away one of her men.” Vicki rolled her eyes at the thought.

“She’s got two more to choose from. Where are you
headed?” he asked.

Nibbling her lip she looked past his shoulder.

“Come on, tell me.”

“Tristan asked me out to lunch. I’m going over to
the station just to talk.
Nothing else.”

Stefan kept staring at her. She didn’t like the
thought of being judged and told him so.

“I’m not judging you. Tristan seems like a good guy,
but I don’t know him all that well. He takes care of the town, and I’m down
with that. What I’m not down with is him breaking your heart. You’re a Law
Castle Bad Boy’s daughter, Vicki.
 
No one
messes with you.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Stefan. I needed that.”
 
This was one of the reasons why she never
wanted to leave Law Castle. This was her home, and the people never judged her.

“Would you like some company walking to the
station?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

He climbed off the bike and started walking alongside
her while holding the handlebars of his bike.

“So anything interesting happening this weekend with
the gang?” she asked.

“I’m opening the house up to several of the gang.
Peter is coming down, and so is Carl. Do you remember them?”

Peter and Carl were two brothers. They had left Law
Castle over ten years ago looking for adventure. They shared everything
together, and both brothers always returned for a Law Castle event.

“Yeah, I remember. I thought Carl broke his leg or
something.”

Everyone kept in touch even when they left town.

“He did, but you know Carl. Nothing is going to keep
him away.”

She listened as he talked about the events and what
he’d gotten planned. Men and women travelled to Law Castle in order to see the
group of men. Vicki understood the appeal. They were all hot men, but each of
the men had a lot of skills. For instance, Stefan was amazing at drawing ink.
He could own a tattoo parlour, but Stefan preferred to do the ink he liked
rather than on request. She’d seen him at home doing the stuff. He held all the
qualifications and specifications where he inked in order to do it.

There was a time when she’d been tempted to ask him
to ink her skin. Skull and crossbones were not her thing, and she didn’t want
to ask him to make an exception for her with a dolphin.

They made it to the station in time to see Kevin
Thomas walking inside.

“I heard he’s the night deputy.”

“I think he’s got a thing for Marla.
The new woman working the front desk.”

“I know who Marla is. She’s a little old for him,”
Stefan said.

Vicki saw him watching the entrance to the station.