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  Book 5

  By

  Amanda Heartley

  Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Sexcessica

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 — Tristan

  Chapter 2 — Kari

  Chapter 3 — Tristan

  Chapter 4 — Ginny

  Chapter 5 — Kari

  Chapter 6 — Tristan

  Chapter 7 — Kari

  Chapter 8 — Ginny

  Chapter 9 — Tristan

  Chapter 10 — Ginny

  Chapter 11 — Tristan

  Chapter 12 — Ginny

  Chapter 13 — Tristan

  Chapter 14 — Ginny

  Chapter 15 — Tristan

  Acknowledgements

  Other Books

  About The Author

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 Amanda Heartley

  Published By: Sexcessica

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  Book Description

  Tristan’s now the head honcho at Armstrong International and he’s not taking to life behind a desk too well. He misses the machinery, the crews and the mud, but most of all… he misses his new wife, Ginny, who's 5,000 miles away in LA.

  She’s got her own set of problems and doesn’t want to worry her high-powered hubby, so she keeps the random emails from her douche bag ex, Brad, on this side of the pond. Throw in a BFF like Kari and sparks fly! Can they stop Brad before things go too far?

  Next stop? London, England for the wedding of the year and when friends and family collide, all hell breaks loose at the Armstrong mansion and now Tristan’s forced to choose between family obligations and his heart once more.

  Book 5

  Chapter 1 — Tristan

  “Fuck,” I mumbled and sank down onto the couch. It had been another long week and I was glad it was finally over. Taking over the company after my father’s death was a shock to my system. I didn’t know how he did it, or why he’d even want to. I mean, these geezers were full-blown arseholes. No wonder he’d been so angry all the time—and Vanessa’s father? That man could kill with the slightest look. Thank God he’s not my father-in-law...or my boss.

  I’d have to do something with Armstrong. I didn’t know what and I didn’t know who I could trust just yet. I was so used to being out in the field with my crew, not sitting in a bloody tower with board members who look like they’ve never so much as held a hammer, let alone used one. And to be honest, if not for the family name and the reputation that came with it, I would’ve given a few board members a tongue-lashing of epic proportions, a long time ago. But I had to keep my cool, I didn’t know who I’d need yet. As they say, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer so, I’d sit there, listening and watching. I’d know who I could trust soon enough.

  All of these changes were hard enough, but I knew I could handle it. I’d learned a lot growing up in the business and I was really surprised at how much my mum knew about it. She was more hands on than I’d previously thought and I wished they’d have told me sooner about Dad’s cancer. I could’ve stepped up sooner. Now with Ginny so far away and mum all alone, I was torn between the love of my life and family commitments. Not that I didn’t love my mum, because I did. I just knew all too well that it was down to me to run the family business.

  If I could, I’d drain the Atlantic Ocean to have Ginny by my side. I felt awful that we weren’t together after everything that’d happened since our impromptu wedding in Vegas. She was my wife, for God’s sake. Hell, I felt terrible about having to keep the marriage a secret to begin with. At least we’d have a big wedding in a couple of weeks, and then I could tell the whole world that I, Tristan Lee Armstrong, was married to the most beautiful girl on the planet. As it stood, my sex life consisted of steamy sexts, passion-fueled nights on a webcam and sadly, becoming intimately reacquainted with my left hand.

  I logged on to Skype and smiled when I saw Ginny’s name as ‘Available’.

  Tristan: Hello painted lady. :)

  I sat back, connected the Bluetooth so I could use talk to text, propped my phone against my knee and waited for her response. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.

  Ginny :P: Hello sexy man. You’re home early. Everything ok?

  I chuckled. Ginny was always so caring, especially after my father passed away, and it made me happy that she and mum kept in regular contact via email. I think Mike had even emailed her a few times too. She’d endeared herself so naturally to my friends and family. I loved that about her.

  Tristan: No.

  Ginny :P: What’s wrong?

  Tristan: You’re not here.

  Ginny :P: I know baby I’m at work.

  Tristan: Why do you work, beautiful bird? You’re a gazillionaire.

  Ginny :P: Baby you know I have to work. I’m not a gazillionaire, you are. Whatcha up to? ;)

  Tristan: I want 2 lick you all over Mrs. Gazillionaire

  Ginny :P: You’re so bad. You know I’m at work. I can’t even put you on video.

  Tristan: I want to be bad. :P

  Tristan: I want to fuck you.

  I rubbed my cock through the cloth of my jeans. I was already hard, I had been ever since I saw her online and I didn’t want to fight it. In fact, I wanted it. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was hot and stiff. Maybe the lack of blood going to my brain was making me reckless. I’d never really tried sexting with Ginny while she was at work, but it had appeal. Hell, any kind of sex with Ginny was amazing.

  Ginny :P: Baby, don’t get too bad. I’m at work ;)

  Tristan: I still want to fuck you.

  Ginny :P: Mmmm. you’re turning me on. That’s so wrong and yet…

  Tristan: You like it

  Ginny :P: Lol, I love it babe, just like I love you. Are you naked?

  I laughed, as I gripped my hard cock. I knew it wouldn’t take me too long to cum. It had been a while, after all.

  Tristan: No, t-shirt, same as always. But my jeans are already unzipped. You wanna touch it?

  Ginny :P: Fuck yes I wanna touch it. Soon. Just a few more days.

  I cringed. I hated to be away from her, but I couldn’t leave England just yet. We were still settling Dad’s affairs and mum needed me more than ever.

  Tristan: As soon as I can. My cock wants you. I want you. I want to kiss those red lips and fuck you crazy. Mmmm… Imagine my fingers sliding inside your wet pussy.

  Ginny :P: Hon, I’m at work. Now, my jay jay is tingling :P

  Tristan: Good. Let that beautiful jay jay tingle. What if I came up behind you right now and kissed your neck? Slid my hands around those big bouncy titties.

  I squeezed the base of my cock and imagined that it was Ginny bearing down against me. I wanted to close my eyes and draw on the memories of the last time I physically had her against me and around me, but I had to keep my attention on the texts. Ginny hadn’t responded yet and I was a little worried.

  Tristan: Everything ok babe?

  Ginny :P: Ya. Just people walking behind me. Had to minimize you for a sec.

  Tristan: I thought you had your own office. Do you need to go?

  Ginny :P: No. Not yet, they’re painting and doing the carpet this week. I’m at my old desk.

  Tr
istan: Mmm…you know I don’t want you to work, right?

  Ginny :P: I know, but I want to finish up this case, I don’t want to leave them hanging cause Kari will probably take my place and if I left her a mess, I would never hear the end of it.

  Tristan: Wish I could see you.

  Ginny :P: Me too I miss you <3

  Tristan: Right now, I’m so hard. It’s just a bloody tease of what I really want.

  Ginny :P: What do you want? ;)

  Tristan: I want you here with me.

  Ginny :P: I want me there with you too

  I continued my long strokes, flicking my wrist as I approached the wet head of my cock. It seemed these days that it was almost embarrassingly easy to get myself off, especially if I was talking to Gin. My cock seemed to have a Pavlovian response to her… everything.

  Tristan: If you were here, I could stroke my cock while eating out that tight little pussy of yours baby.

  The wet sounds of my hand on my cock were loud in the otherwise silent room. I leaned back against the couch, resting my head on the back cushion as my hips began thrusting upwards. I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer; not with the memory of Ginny crying out in pleasure in my head.

  Ginny :P: I love when you touch me. Are you wankin’?

  Tristan: maybe :) I love touching you. I love feeling your beautiful pussy squeezing my cock.

  Ginny :P: I wish I could right now. Sometimes I think I can still feel you inside of me.

  And there I went, hips surging upwards at the thought of Ginny squirming in her chair at work, imagining the ghost of my cock spearing deep inside of her. My free hand gripped the phone until I swear I could hear it crack under the pressure. Thick streams of cum dripped over my fist and I slowed my strokes until I sat there, just holding my prick until it softened.

  Ginny :P: Hello? Tristan?

  Tristan: mmmm…fuck

  Ginny :P: Did you?

  Tristan: Bloody hell, you know I did angel. I only wish I could’ve made you cum.

  Ginny :P: So like, you have jizz all over your tummy? Yum yum

  Tristan: Oh fuck. You have no idea. Hold on.

  I had to sit back and catch my breath. I couldn’t believe I was in my old room, wanking to some sexy text messages with my wife. I hated this. I hated not being with her.

  Tristan: Gin?

  Ginny :P: yeah baby?

  Tristan: I love you.

  Ginny :P: I love you too angel face

  Tristan: I bet you’re so wet for me right now aren’t you? Your pussy lips are probably shining and just begging to be touched.

  Ginny :P: Yes, I may have to change panties soon. Uhm, can I tell you something real quick?

  Tristan: Yeah.

  Ginny :P: remember when we were together for the first time alone in my room and you kind of

  Ginny :P: well, you came and it got on my face?

  Tristan: *blush* do you have to remind me? Most embarrassing day of my life.

  Ginny :P: well, you know now that we’re married, I just wanted to tell you…

  Tristan: yeah baby?

  Ginny :P: Promise you won’t laugh?

  Tristan: why would I laugh angel?

  Ginny :P: it’s kinda embarrassing.

  Tristan: not as embarrassing as premature ejaculation, promise! LOL

  Ginny :P: okay…well…I really like it when you get dirty with me. There I said it.

  Tristan: fuck!

  Ginny :P: what? I told you it’s embarrassing.

  Tristan: no angel it’s not. I just realized I’m married to the most perfect, sexy, beautiful, brilliant bird in the whole bloody universe. There is nothing you can do or say to make me believe you aren’t perfect.

  Ginny :P: Thank you baby, even with wet panties? LOL

  Tristan: more so with wet panties, nasty girl, I want to stuff your juicy panties in my mouth and taste your sweetness.

  Tristan: Fuck, babe. My dick just got hard again. I want to fuck you so hard. Ring me when you get home so I can see your beautiful pussy full screen. I want to watch you cum.

  Ginny :P: I love you Tris. Thanks for not thinking imma freak. I’ll text you when I get home.

  Tristan: Bye filthy little angel. I love you.

  Ginny :P: I love you too, bye <3

  Signing off was like throwing a cold bucket of water over my head. It made our separation that much more pronounced, especially with having to keep our marriage a secret. I was glad she opened up to me.

  I looked back over our texts with a smile on my face. She likes dirty. I could get dirty with her. I’d always kept things light in case she was offended by my nasty bloke mind. Thinking of her always made me hard. Beautiful. Sexy. And now she was nasty. Mmmm. I could almost feel her bum in my hands. I couldn’t wait till she got off work.

  My phone rang again and startled me from my daydreaming. I chuckled at myself for having even more sexy thoughts before wiping the cum off of my hand. I reached for a few tissues to clean myself up before hitting the answer button on the phone.

  Chapter 2 — Kari

  So annoyed. All I could think was. ‘How fucking dare he?’ How fucking dare Brad show up again in Ginny’s life, trying to make trouble and ruin her happiness? I wish he’d just shove a cactus up his ass and leave her alone. It had taken years and the love of a great man to finally get that girl to realize just how wonderful she is, and I refuse to let some douche bag come in and ruin it all.

  At first, I couldn’t tell what she was looking at. The image was dark and a little blurry but the audio came in loud and clear. There was heavy breathing, a little moaning, and the distinct sound of a vibrator that all women knew.

  Ginny screamed “Noooooo!”

  “What the fuck is it?” I asked, looking over her shoulder.

  The video had a smaller picture-in-picture and the first thing I saw was one of Tristan’s tattoos, but on the main screen, in full glory, was Gin’s pussy. Not only was she completely spread-eagled, but she was doing a number on herself. I realized it was one of their Skype sessions. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked her, somewhat horrified.

  Before she could say anything, I looked away. I didn’t want to see my best friend in such a compromising position. “I’m gonna kill that dickhead.”

  Ginny’s mouth fell open and a tiny squeak came out.

  I looked around to see if I could spot the bastard. I wanted to put my fist through his fucking face so badly. I picked up our shopping bags as I scanned the mall for the dick and roared, “Where the fuck did he go? Didn’t he say his bitch was getting her hair done? Come on, Gin. I’m going to find that mother fucker and take care of this once and for all.” My heart pounded and my breath was ragged. Gin was too nice a girl, and no one was going to fuck up her life. Not with me here, anyway. “Come on, girl.”

  Ginny’s face was white. She stared at her phone, frozen. In almost a whisper, she said, “He’s gonna send the video everywhere, what am I going to do? Kari, he wants money.”

  I snatched the phone from her trembling fingers and read the email. That’s about the time my ghetto girl, ass-kicking instincts kicked in.

  Dearest Ginny,

  I thought you and your new beau might find this interesting. Consider it my gift. Maybe you can add it to the scrapbook!

  You’ve got a week to get me $500,000 or I send this video everywhere. Call me when you’re ready to talk.

  Love,

  Brad

  “Oh hell no, this isn’t happening.” I set the bags down and pulled out my phone, thumbing through to find my friend Chuck’s number. “Gin, you just wait. We’ll take care of this douche bag once and for all…hold on…Hi Chuck, no I don’t want to leave a message, but I guess I have no choice. Some asshole is trying to blackmail my friend Gin, I hope you remember her, and I need to know what to do so call me asap. Thanks, love ya, bye.”

  I hung up the phone and looked at Ginny. She looked like she was about to throw up. “Baby girl, don’t you worry about a thing. Chuck is
a smart detective and he’ll let us know what to do.”

  “Okay, Kari, but what if Tristan sees this? I have to tell him. Oh my God. It’s just so…so…evil.”

  I put my arms around her in a bear hug and held her for a second. “Don’t worry, Tristan doesn’t have to know. In fact, he shouldn’t know right now. Let’s see what Chuck says and maybe it can all stay secret on this side of the world.”

  “Hun, are you going to come out of there anytime soon?” I asked through the bathroom door. We were holed up in a crappy hotel room across town from where we lived. I probably could’ve convinced Ginny to get a nicer one with better wi-fi and a spa or something, but the sight of her staring blankly out of the window on the ride out of our neighborhood was enough to keep me quiet. I’d seen her eyes sheen with moisture, but she hadn’t let the tears fall. As soon as we’d gotten our keys and stepped inside of our room, she’d retreated to the bathroom and locked the door firmly behind her. I couldn’t hear anything through the door and of course, I was more than a little worried. I knew she wouldn’t do anything stupid, but still it was just an all around shitty position to be in.

  “Ginny, Oh Gin-Gin… Alrighty then, take all the time you need, okay?” Still no answer from the other side of the door. I sighed before surrendering to the fact that she may stay in there for quite a while. “I’m going to go get us some take-out. I’m thinking it’s a comfort food type of night. Burgers and fries? Chinese?”

  “I don’t care, whatever’s easiest.” She groaned.

  “Okay then, don’t leave the room and don’t call anyone, especially not Tristan, not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  The muffled response took me by surprise and my mouth opened and closed a few times before any sound came out. “I told you, I’ve called Chuck about this. We can file a report, maybe a restraining order and then figure out how to go from there.”

  “So now the whole fucking world will see me finger fucking myself in front of a web cam? Why can’t I tell Tristan? He’s my husband and this affects him, too.” Ginny’s voice was quiet and meek and it grated on my nerves. Not because she was doing it, but because of why. I was going to kill Brad if Tristan didn’t get to him first.