Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  I glance between the text message and the sign on the building, ensuring the names match. They do. I park towards the back and cut the engine to my truck. Reaching over the console I grab the duffel bag I always keep with me for weight training when my schedule allows. I changed back at the office to save time in having to find the locker room.

  As the alarm on my truck sounds confirming it's locked, a certain license plate grabs my attention on a silver Porsche. My Lux. That doesn't strike me as something a girl would have put on her license plate. That thought spikes an aggression I don't need when attempting to go into a cage with a girl. When facing off with a female, a male already has to tone it down to even the score. I would never hit a woman outside of the professional art of fighting. That's mutual consent, a contact sport. Some women like to face off with a man. If they win, it's a higher level of pride and respect, because every human knows God made men stronger. I wouldn't touch her unless she chooses for me to. It's about a choice. A fine line between abuse and a sport is the option to choose.

  I stop as the driver's side door opens on the car. Perfect timing. I sling my bag over my shoulder. First, out comes a leg: a long, tan, bare, and slender leg, perfect length for wrapping around...things... the rest of her skin disappearing into the car. Her hand grabs ahold of the roof at the doorframe, serving as a supporting device to help hoist her out of the low car. She stands, making herself visible.

  Fuck, she looks even better than I remember. That body should be illegal. She knows it. She's showing it off for every fucking horny man to stare at. That thought doesn't sit well either. Those tiny black shorts look like they're painted on her body, leaving very little to the imagination. Her midriff is bare. The only thing covering the torso that I've personally marked is the red sports bra, but she's turned away from me so I can't see the ink that is being displayed on her body.

  She hasn't noticed me standing here yet. She bends over and into the car as if she's looking for something. Her beautifully round and toned ass is in the perfect position for so many things. My hand is starting to twitch. I clench my fist, trying to calm the urge. It would take little to no effort at all to pull those shorts over her ass, leaving them at her thighs as I slip inside.

  I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to clear the visuals already taking precedent over everything else...like control over body parts. Too late. I look down at the rather noticeable bulge in my athletic shorts. Dammit. I grab my cock and try to press it down, but it doesn't change in the slightest. It has a fucking mind of its own.

  This material hides nothing. The designer had to have been a damn female. No man is going to make it so easy to have his shit on display. We are well aware sex is all we think about and our dicks are addicted to pussy. For something that doesn't have a control center for its own senses it sure as hell stands to attention when near a woman's pussy, as if it can smell it.

  What the fuck ever. Might as well own it. My feet start to move forward without any thought at all, never taking my eyes off of her as her ass sways in the air.

  "Where is it? Shit." Her voice carries probably more than she's aware of.

  Coming to stand directly behind her, I set my bag down quietly. I press my crotch against her backside and lean forward as my hands slide across her stomach. "Right here, baby."

  She stands prematurely and hits her head against the roof of the car. "Ouch! Fuck."

  I break out into a smile. She does have a filthy mouth. I stand upright, but don't attempt to move any other area of my body. She presses her ass into my dick as she tries to back out of the car. As I rub my hands up the length of her body, goose bumps start to form beneath them. As if she just now noticed my erection, she jolts upright.

  I press her body against mine, my mouth just outside her ear, as one hand remains flat against her stomach and the other continues upward, slipping underneath her bra, stopping in a cupped position over her breast, her firm, fake, but hot as hell breast. Call me shallow, but I love a set of beautiful tits, real or enhanced. "Easy, killer. I'm not going to hurt you...yet."

  "I should be calling you that." Her nipple hardens and her breathing starts to become uneven. She lays her head against my shoulder. "What do you want? Are you switching from killer to stalker now?"

  I start rubbing the pad of my thumb back and forth across her nipple. "I told you I was coming for you. I always keep my word. Does it turn you on to think about me hurting you?"

  "No."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes."

  My hand on her stomach veers downward, sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts. She places her hand over my wrist but doesn't stop me. I stop when my fingertips reach the smooth area above her clit. "We're in public. You shouldn't be doing this. Someone might see."

  "Do you want me to stop?"

  Pause.

  "No."

  "I'm going to ask you again. Does it turn you on to think about me hurting you?"

  "No."

  "Don't lie to me. I'm about to find out for myself."

  "Yes. Fuck, what is wrong with me?"

  "Do you want me to hurt you?"

  "No. Maybe. I don't want you to kill me if that's what you're asking. What makes you think I'd let you? I can take care of myself."

  She places one foot in the door jam, giving me better access between her legs. I continue over her mound until my fingertips are directly over her pussy, circling in her wetness. She's no longer able to hide that she's turned on. I remove the hand from her breast and wrap it around her hair, clenching it tight. I pull hard, revealing the length of her neck as I shove two fingers inside of her. She moans out before slapping her hand over her mouth. Fucking hell her pussy feels amazing, better than I remember from the sample I got, and this is just around my fingers. Thrusting in and out, I swipe my tongue along her neck, tasting her skin. "Oh, baby, if I wanted to bad enough I could. Never underestimate the power of someone that feels nothing."

  "I'm not scared of you, you know."

  "You should be."

  "I'm not."

  "Why is that?"

  I nip her ear.

  "Because you won't hurt me."

  I press my thumb against her clit, hard. "Shit," she says breathless.

  "You sound pretty sure of yourself."

  "In the most absolute form."

  "And why is that?"

  Before I can register where it is, she shoves her hand down the front of my shorts and grips it around my dick, squeezing hard. I grunt. "Because if you were going to do it you would have already, just as I would have when I pointed the barrel at your head. I don't carry it around for looks. I know how to use it."

  She starts to stroke her hand, driving my hormones to insane levels. I haven't felt like this without something wet and slippery since I was an adolescent discovering what it was to come. "If you're going to threaten someone, make sure it's someone that doesn't have a heart made of ice. I surprised you when I didn't run away in fear. You don't know what to make of a girl like me. I'm not afraid to die. I've seen things over the course of my life that would shock even a guy like you. A bullet is nothing to me."

  She releases me long enough to turn around in my arms, twisting with me still inside her shorts, before I shove my fingers back inside while she goes back to gripping my cock in her hand once again, pulling with a tight grip. I look into those clear blue eyes. The angle is better this way. I have better control. I thrust inside her harder, pushing her up on her toes, wanting in. She smiles. We continue staring at each other, roughly pleasing the other in a face off.

  "You found the ice queen. Guys like you I normally chew up and spit out, although, curiosity is getting the best of us, making us crazy. We both only want one thing from this, so why don't we just get down to business. You want to fuck me and I want you to, so do it already. Everyone needs a little adventure every once in a while. Then, you'll figure out that we're not all that different, you can move on to the next girl that turns your head, and I can work
on finding the next man that can give me what I want, because I play in the majors, baby. I'll take your little secret to my grave. It wouldn't be the only one."

  At the sound of the last word she clenches her pussy so tight around my fingers that I snap, pressing her against the car, not giving a damn who's watching. I press myself against her further as our lips collide in a heated need. She pushes my shorts down far enough that the waist is sitting just above the base of my dick and halfway down my ass. Two seconds from fucking her right here in this parking lot and it dawns on me. This is exactly what she wants. She's fucking playing me, baiting me.

  Cold turkey I release her, removing my fingers from her pussy, before slapping my palm down on the frame of the car. I place my other hand on her neck and slightly squeeze as I place my lips next to her ear. "I'll decide when we move on from this. Sex with me isn't like sex with everyone else, beautiful. When I take you, I don't want ten minutes in a packed out parking lot. I want all night. I'm enjoying the build up, and when I blow, you're going to be the one strapped to the bomb. I think I'll stick around for a while."

  She growls out in aggravation as she removes her hand from my pants. She shoves me back, or tries to anyway. Cute. "Ugh. Fuck you. You're such a damn tease. What is your problem? I'm basically giving you a free card for a night with no small print and you're seriously going to turn it down? Whatev, playa, I'm out."

  She holds up a peace sign with her two fingers and tries to push off the car, but I push her back against it again, tightening my hold around her neck, but still allowing for her to breathe. "Let's get something fucking straight. My cock is going in your pussy. It's not a matter of if, but when. I'm just not giving you the satisfaction of walking away with a post-orgasmic smile on your face like you defeated the world by not getting emotionally attached like most women."

  I grab her thigh with my hand resting against the car and wrap it around my waist, pressing my still hardened cock into the point between her legs. She moans out, clearly without restraint. "I'm not that forgettable, baby. Everything you know about men - forget it. I broke the mold. You may think you can just walk away, but you're wrong, and in time I'll prove it. Saddle up, Lux, because you're about to go for a ride."

  "Cocky much? I could be losing interest as we speak. Dicks are a dime a dozen. They all pretty much serve the same purpose." She winks.

  I take her bottom lip between mine, lightly sucking on it, before fitting my mouth perfectly with hers, our tongues instantly tangling. She leans the back of her head against the frame of the car. "Call it what you want. Your tongue may be good at bullshit but your body can't lie. We both want it. A fact that has nothing to do with cockiness."

  I back off of her, dropping all hands from her body. I need a fucking drink. Grabbing my bag, I turn to walk away, leaving her standing behind me. Suddenly I'm a little too wound up for hitting. I'm liable to kill someone. That act is reserved for the evildoers. "Where are you going," she calls out in question.

  I never look back as I begin toward my truck. "Somewhere else before I'm to the point of no return."

  "You're getting good at pressing the stop button. Just remember a girl has to get hers. There is always someone else willing to do what you won't. I'm not waiting around for you, handsome. You've been warned."

  "You'll be seeing me around, Larsen. I have eyes everywhere. You're now mine. I do not share with other cocks. Try me and see."

  "I never told you my last name."

  "You didn't have to. I have ways of finding out what I want to know."

  I open the door to my truck as I look over at her. She's standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed. Fuck, I need to get out of here. I want to strip her of her clothes right there and fuck her on that expensive car. "Don't go digging in my shit, Kaston. Your nose doesn't belong there. You haven't seen pissed off yet. Try me and see," she copies from my previous statement.

  I wink at her from across the lot. "Everything has a double meaning, sexy. My nose belongs in more places than you're willing to admit. Wait for me."

  I get in my truck and shut the door, before quickly starting the engine and peeling out of the lot in a hurry. I have a strong gut feeling that I won't be able to stay away long. My gut feelings are never wrong. No amount of whiskey can calm the raging storm that's brewing inside. That girl is a fucking tsunami.

  Together... we may very well destroy a piece of the world.

  Ugh. He makes me fucking crazy. For someone I barely know he sure does know how to get under my skin. I don't have time for his shit. I have too much other stuff to deal with... like work and my mom coming into town before long. I may regret this, but sometimes we have to make decisions that we aren't that thrilled with to help someone else. My mom is moving in with me...for now. I don't think I can physically handle her for very long, because I've lived alone for the past four years, and before that it was just Delta and I. I'll probably be staying with her a lot, but if this helps my Mom clean up her act I'll figure it out. Shit, as much as I have to help her this should save me money.

  I look back and forth between the martial arts studio and my car. My whole day has been thrown off course now. Does he really think I'm going to listen to his bullshit? I'm not waiting around on a man that can't decide whether he wants to get laid or not. It's a pretty simple decision. I am in no form in a commitment with him. He's a stranger to me. He must be out of his damn mind.

  What to do? I never skip out on working out, but I don't know how I'm supposed to concentrate on my movements in the state he has left me in. I haven't gotten a piece of ass in two weeks. Leave it to fucking Callum to screw up everything.

  I fold my arms together on the roof of the car and lay my head in the middle, resting my forehead on my forearms. The sound of my phone ringing startles me. It's Delta's ringtone. I reach into my car and grab it, touching the answer button before holding it to my ear. "Hey, you. What's up?"

  Squeal - a high-pitched one.

  "Holy shit, Delta. I like having the capability to hear. A little warning next time."

  All I can hear in the phone is shuffling around and shortened breathing. I hold it out to look at the screen. The call timer is still counting. "Delta...hello."

  "Sorry. I need you. Now. There was no one else to call. Are you working tonight?"

  "Uh. No actually. Why? What's up?"

  "I got the call, Lux. I finally got the fucking call I've been a nervous wreck about."

  "And..."

  "I got the job."

  Another scream.

  I jerk my ear away from the phone. "Ofuckingkay. That's great, and I love you, but if you do that in my ear one more time I'm disconnecting this call. Tell me. Are you really that surprised? You're great. It was only a matter of time until someone else thought so too."

  "You don't understand, Lux. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not just anyone works for Kross Brannon. Only the elite in the field. He is a legend already. He chose me to be his apprentice. This never fucking happens!"

  A muffled scream.

  "What are you doing? Is that a pillow?"

  "Sorry. I can barely breathe. Let's go out. Come on. I need to calm the fuck down. I'll get a group. I want to dance and drink. We haven't really done that in a while. Will you come? For me?"

  My head falls back and I glance at the sky. It's clear. Not a rain cloud in sight. When your best friend asks you out for a celebratory evening you always say yes, because that's just what you do for friends. "Sure. Why the hell not. I have to go home and shower though, so message me the details and I'll meet you there."

  "Okay. Later, chica."

  I think tonight I'll give myself a freebie. Normally, I never sleep with anyone at random. It's all precisely calculated, a job. Well, maybe aside from one particularly stubborn man that I stumbled upon, but his loss. I'm not turning all of my focus on one man that obviously doesn't know what he wants. I'm not a toy, at least not to someone that doesn't matter to me. Tonight, one guy is goin
g to get lucky, because the next major event I'm finding someone new, Callum's replacement. Out with the old and out with the players of the world. Tonight, I'm just a naive and drunk twenty-five year old that wants attention...

  The cab pulls up curbside and I hand the cabby the cash before getting out. "Thanks."

  I shut the car door and stand on the sidewalk as he pulls away, looking at that long ass line. I should have been here forty-five minutes ago, but it takes time to look like this. Now all of the summertime partiers are out, and cutting in line by the bouncer doesn't always work. It depends on who is working the door. It's easier in multiples of females and Delta is already inside.

  I groan out in agitation. This is one of the hottest nightclubs in the city. It isn't cheap, so it's crawling with a mixture of people. I can already hear the hip-hop music blaring, even out here. I stand straight and push my shoulders back, aligning my boobs for display. Might as well see what they can do. I didn't have them done for them to fail on me now.

  I look straight ahead to see what the suit-wearing doorman looks like: tall, beefy, clearly arrogant, but still has a certain sex appeal. Easy peasy. I walk to the rope in front of the door and stop. "Hey, gorgeous. Will you let me in? My friends are inside."

  He adjusts the earphone in his ear as he studies me, his eyes raking down my body very slowly. A smile spreads across his face. "I wish I could, beautiful, and if it were up to me I would, but I can't. Boss said no cuts tonight. We have a full house, and max capacity brings outsiders in. You're going to have to stand in line like the rest of them." He makes a noise as his eyes stop on my cleavage. "And that's a damn shame."

  "Oh, come on. There has to be something you can do. There is always a loophole."

  He is shaking his head at me and holds up a finger for me to stop talking. "Yeah, boss?"

  My brows dip. He looks around me. I discretely turn to see if anyone is behind me, but there is no one. "Alone, but we're at max and no one else has left yet."