Hazel St. James - Fighting For You (Redemption#1)[ by Hazel St James Page B
Authors: Hazel St James
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was actually excited for the possibilities that this new day held. Peyton was an enigma…she was coerced into being his nursemaid, but she was cleaning, cooking, and talking about getting him back into the gym. It was as if she was his nursemaid, personal assistant, and motivational coach all rolled into one.
He knew he should have put up more of a fight about her working for him, or with him, or whatever this was. Chris was never much more than just an acquaintance, and they’d even gone to blows at the club all those weeks ago. That didn’t mean Tristan had no intention of paying Chris back every dime he’d given to Peyton, far from it. His situation seemed pretty dire right now, but things had a way of turning around. Once this was straight again, he would give the man back every cent he used to bribe this fiery creature.
There was one more thing about Peyton that Tristan was completely stunned by; something he wasn’t used to dealing with. She was sexy as fuck and didn’t act like she knew it. She talked about how she had to work at it to stay fit and didn’t shake her ass in his face every chance she got. The way she carried herself was probably the most attractive thing about her. She laughed easily, didn’t take herself too seriously, and didn’t look at him with pity in her eyes. Peyton didn’t ask him a bunch of stupid questions, or immediately offer to comfort him, as if he was an invalid.
But, she wasn’t like any of the women he’d “been with” before. Peyton was a siren calling to him, but didn’t seem like someone that would jump when he used one of his standard come ons. He’d inadvertently made a simple innuendo about her ass, and she shrugged like it was no big deal. At the time, it wasn’t a big deal; he hadn’t said it to get her into his bed. He’d mainly said it because old habits die hard. Now that he’d spent some time thinking about her, there was a strange possessive feeling that swamped his senses; one that set off warning flags in his brain.
Tristan wasn’t one to go for the “play hard to get” types, so this was unfamiliar territory for him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t painfully hard thinking about her sexy ass, cute smile, and green eyes that went on for miles, but she would come with a lot more trouble than he could handle right now.
With his body in need, Tristan thought about taking a shower and rubbing one out to get himself under control. But, it wouldn’t be the same. Plus his conscience seemed to be on vacation right now, even though it only worked half the time anyway. With nothing to stop him, he decided that he needed a stand in.
It only took two phone calls and thirty minutes for Tristan to have a willing body in his bed. Five minutes into their mutual attack on each other, he realized he’d already forgotten her first name. His memory was shit anyway and this was why he usually just called them all babe . Tristan had just used her name on the phone less than an hour ago, but had no clue right now what it was.
She writhed and moaned underneath him as he sucked on her bare breasts. He felt her knee damn near graze his cock as she moved about on the bed, like an animal in heat. It wasn’t even remotely sexy, but Tristan needed this. One of the things that his therapist had warned him about was some recovering bi-polar patients became extremely promiscuous. Fucking horny would have been a better way to describe his current state of mind. He was all worked up, and had too much sexual energy flowing through him with nowhere for it to go.
“I’ve got you good and primed, don’t I, babe?” Tristan said into her ear before biting down on the lobe and pulling.
The floozy groaned and nodded her head. “Yes, you did.”
There was a moment when Tristan looked down at the blonde’s face, giving himself pause for a brief second. He knew that he was feeling guilty for using this woman, but ultimately he needed this. Every one of her actions said that she
He knew he should have put up more of a fight about her working for him, or with him, or whatever this was. Chris was never much more than just an acquaintance, and they’d even gone to blows at the club all those weeks ago. That didn’t mean Tristan had no intention of paying Chris back every dime he’d given to Peyton, far from it. His situation seemed pretty dire right now, but things had a way of turning around. Once this was straight again, he would give the man back every cent he used to bribe this fiery creature.
There was one more thing about Peyton that Tristan was completely stunned by; something he wasn’t used to dealing with. She was sexy as fuck and didn’t act like she knew it. She talked about how she had to work at it to stay fit and didn’t shake her ass in his face every chance she got. The way she carried herself was probably the most attractive thing about her. She laughed easily, didn’t take herself too seriously, and didn’t look at him with pity in her eyes. Peyton didn’t ask him a bunch of stupid questions, or immediately offer to comfort him, as if he was an invalid.
But, she wasn’t like any of the women he’d “been with” before. Peyton was a siren calling to him, but didn’t seem like someone that would jump when he used one of his standard come ons. He’d inadvertently made a simple innuendo about her ass, and she shrugged like it was no big deal. At the time, it wasn’t a big deal; he hadn’t said it to get her into his bed. He’d mainly said it because old habits die hard. Now that he’d spent some time thinking about her, there was a strange possessive feeling that swamped his senses; one that set off warning flags in his brain.
Tristan wasn’t one to go for the “play hard to get” types, so this was unfamiliar territory for him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t painfully hard thinking about her sexy ass, cute smile, and green eyes that went on for miles, but she would come with a lot more trouble than he could handle right now.
With his body in need, Tristan thought about taking a shower and rubbing one out to get himself under control. But, it wouldn’t be the same. Plus his conscience seemed to be on vacation right now, even though it only worked half the time anyway. With nothing to stop him, he decided that he needed a stand in.
It only took two phone calls and thirty minutes for Tristan to have a willing body in his bed. Five minutes into their mutual attack on each other, he realized he’d already forgotten her first name. His memory was shit anyway and this was why he usually just called them all babe . Tristan had just used her name on the phone less than an hour ago, but had no clue right now what it was.
She writhed and moaned underneath him as he sucked on her bare breasts. He felt her knee damn near graze his cock as she moved about on the bed, like an animal in heat. It wasn’t even remotely sexy, but Tristan needed this. One of the things that his therapist had warned him about was some recovering bi-polar patients became extremely promiscuous. Fucking horny would have been a better way to describe his current state of mind. He was all worked up, and had too much sexual energy flowing through him with nowhere for it to go.
“I’ve got you good and primed, don’t I, babe?” Tristan said into her ear before biting down on the lobe and pulling.
The floozy groaned and nodded her head. “Yes, you did.”
There was a moment when Tristan looked down at the blonde’s face, giving himself pause for a brief second. He knew that he was feeling guilty for using this woman, but ultimately he needed this. Every one of her actions said that she