read. They’d damned themselves with their carelessness. The tension in the room grew to a sizzling point. It was difficult to tell who was more pissed off—Stanton or Tristian.
When everyone finished, Stanton said, “I’d like to put my hands around their necks.”
I flinched at his vicious words, but Tristian patted the top of my thigh.
“I know what you mean, but it wouldn’t solve anything,” I said. We glanced at each other.
Stanton said, “I disagree. It would give me pleasure for them to look into my eyes knowing why I was doing it.”
Detective Randolph cleared his throat. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. We’re planning to bring them both in for questioning. I’m assuming you read the part where they also blackmailed your auto mechanic into helping them. They’ll be charged for that too.”
“Will arrests be made?” Tristian asked. “I’m curious about this because now you have solid evidence.”
“We are presenting this to the DA to see if we can get arrest warrants.”
Stanton asked, “When will we know?”
“Hopefully in a day or so. I’m fairly certain we’ll get what we need.”
We left and went back to work. Tristian was silent as he drove.
“Are you okay with all this?” I was worried because he was usually more talkative.
“Fuck, no. I knew she was a terrible mother and had no feelings for her children, but this? Having proof my mother is a murderer makes me sick. And that fucking lover of hers. They killed my father for what? They gained nothing from it.”
“Only because your father outsmarted them.”
“True, but you almost died because of it. He never should’ve married the witch.”
“I’m glad he did because if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have you.”
His hand clasped mine and I prayed he felt the positive energy flowing from me. “What would I do without you?”
“Don’t look at me, buster. Just drive.”
“You’re my favorite distraction.”
“You’re mine too, but eyes on the road.”
We made it back to the office and Dad asked how everything had gone. I gave my head a slight shake, but Tristian gave him all the details. His voice trembled a bit as he told the story.
“I’m speechless,” Dad said. “I knew you suspected it, but when the cold facts are revealed, it’s a different story. Why don’t you two go home and take the rest of the day off? Working when your mind is on overload with this information is impossible.”
“You’re right. Come on, Tristian, let’s get out of here.”
We stopped at a restaurant en route to the house and ate lunch. Then I asked if there was anything Tristian would like to do.
“Yeah, be alone with my wife. I need to get my mind off this and there’s only one way to do it.” His half-lidded stare got my lady bits tingling.
“Hmm, you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
We got home and raced to the bedroom. I only had a couple of hours until it was time to pick Easton up from school. But those were some amazing hours.
Tristian initiated things, but I stopped him. This was his time, his place, to forget things and I would do my best to make it happen. I stripped off his clothes and licked my lips when his cock sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight and I wrapped my lips around it and listened to him sigh. As I sucked him and pumped his cock, his sighs turned into deep groans.
I didn’t want to waste his orgasm in my mouth, so I took off my underwear and slid his erect cock inside of me and rode him hard. He caught my rhythm and we rocked ourselves to an epic climax. His hand pressed my hips against him and he flipped me over. Then his mouth invaded mine. He was possessive and demanding as his tongue torched my body.
Flames rippled up my flesh and when his lips encircled my nipple, I arched into him. My fingers blazed a path up his back and landed in his hair, and my nails found purchase on his scalp as his mouth moved to my clit. Tristian was a generous lover, and he was even more so this time. He nipped me with soft kisses, causing me to moan, and then his kisses became more purposeful. He tunneled inside me with his fingers as he flicked my nub repeatedly with his tongue. It wasn’t long before I soared into another orgasm.
His eyes locked onto mine as I lay there breathless and panting. “I love you, English. More than