Free The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake by Sam Crescent Page A

pulled up outside Vicki’s house
it was late afternoon. He’d spent a good few hours in the supermarket buying
everything he felt she needed. Climbing out of the car, he opened the trunk and
started lifting bags. Vicki went to help him, but he nudged her toward the
front door. He would do all the lifting and carrying while she put everything
away.
    Leaving the bags inside the kitchen he went back to
get everything else. He’d also purchased a food processor for Vicki. He lifted
the expensive device and carried it through to the kitchen.
    When he was finished he closed the trunk and locked
the car. He locked the car more out of habit from living in the city than
anything else.
    Law Castle was a safe enough town, apart from the
drug incident last year. Nothing else happened in the small town. Stefan and
the rest of them dealt with it.
    Vicki was putting some tins away in the cupboard
when he entered. Going to the far drawer he pulled out a knife and started
setting up some new appliances onto the counter.
    “You shouldn’t have bought them,” she said, opening
another bag.
    “I don’t care. You need what I got.” He settled them
in place before going to her fridge. He threw everything in the trash and
washed the fridge out before filling it, placing the fresh vegetables, meats,
and cheeses into the fridge as he did.
    “You’ve bought enough to feed a family of four or
six,” she said.
    “This is more than enough to feed us and your
parents when they come to meet me at the weekend,” he said. He’d already
decided he needed to meet Vicki’s parents.
    “What?” she asked. He felt her move closer.
    Tristan smiled. He unpacked the fresh herbs and
moved around her to place them in a watered pot.
    “You heard me. I was being serious earlier, Vicki. I
intend to stay. I’m going to get my divorce, and you’re going to be my woman.”
    The pulse inside her neck jumped. His woman liked
the idea.
    “Do you know who my father is?” she asked.
    “I know he was a member of the Law Castle group.”
    “No, he wasn’t just a member. He was one of the
leaders when he lived here,” she said.
    He didn’t know that little detail. When he saw
Stefan again he’d question him.
    “You didn’t know that, did you?”
    Tristan turned to her. She carried a jar of sun-dried
tomatoes and a packet of dried pasta. “Are you trying to scare me off?” he
asked.
    “What? No, I just want you to be prepared. My dad is
not for everyone, even you, Mr. Carmichael.”
    He smiled. “Call me Sir,” he said.
    “What?”
    Raising an eyebrow, Tristan waited for her to answer
him.
    “Sir?” She
said the word but looked confused. Taking the jar and pasta from her, Tristan
put them away. “Why did you want me to say that word?”
    “I wanted to hear you say it, and you know what I
am, Vicki.”
    “Yeah, I know you’re a Dom.”
    “Good, there will be times when I wish for you to
say that.”
    He turned back to her and folded his arms. The heat
of the day was starting to get to him. When he was alone he spent a great deal
of time walking around in nothing but a pair of loose fitting pants. He didn’t
like to be constricted when he moved around.
    Staring up and down Vicki’s body, Tristan wondered
if Vicki would like that about him. He knew she liked his tattoos. Before he
pushed her away she used to like tracing them. Thinking about their time
together they’d never actually made love naked and inside a bed. Their times
together were always rushed. He intended to change that.
    “Do you want me to be your sub?” she asked.
    Tristan smiled. “Do you even know what the word
means?” he asked, teasing.
    “You told me about it, Tristan. I know more than you
think I do.”
    “And how would you know more than I told you?” he
asked.
    “I’m a curious person. You left me with questions,
and I always need to know more.”
    He’d hoped she had gone looking for more
information. There was only so much he could tell her because of