Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  Shifting the weight onto my left arm I grab her pants with the right, working them over her butt. She unwraps her legs from my waist and places her feet flat on the couch, then lifts a little to create enough space for her pants to bypass her ass and travel down her legs. I kiss down her neck as her pants reach her thighs, leaving them there for now.

  "I'm sweaty. I ran earlier."

  Her words are uneven in tone, changing with the increase of her breathing.

  "I don't care. Makes no difference to me."

  I push the bottom of her sports bra above her breasts, before placing my mouth on one of her nipples. Her back arches, pressing her chest harder against my mouth. My hand makes its way back down her stomach as I suck, searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It doesn't take long to get there. I press my middle finger between her lips, and then rub down to the wet spot below. Fuck I love how wet she gets. She moans as I dip two of my fingers into her pussy, lubricating them before inserting them all the way in. I pull out and push back in, harder this time.

  A knock sounds at the door. I release her nipple from my mouth and look up at her, but continue fingering her. "Get rid of them," I command. Her eyes are heavy, closing more with every thrust of my fingers.

  She clears her throat. "Who is it?"

  Another knock sounds. It's just one knock but hard, as if not wanting to draw attention from the neighbors. It's a masculine knock, one that comes from a man. "Who is it? I'm busy," she yells as I shove my fingers deep inside her, hard, creating an offset in her voice as she speaks. "Don't stop," she whispers, grabbing my hair and trying to press my head back down.

  I flick my tongue over her taut nipple, looking up at her from underneath my lashes. "Get rid of them and you can have my cock instead."

  "Fuck, I love when you talk dirty."

  "Angel, let me in."

  My jaw steels at the sound of his voice. Every muscle in my body becomes tense. My central nervous system goes into a defense mode. I'm sorry, she mouths. Forget mouthing bullshit.

  "Who the fuck is that?"

  "Someone that is no longer important, but obviously doesn't get the memo. Fuck! Why does he have to ruin everything?" I'm not sure if she's talking to herself or me at this point. What I do know is that my blood is boiling. I have no idea why. My alter ego is starting to emerge and I'm getting the sudden urge to kill someone, literally, which would break every rule my father had and everything he stood for over the course of his life. I don't like this feeling.

  I add a finger and speed up the rhythm of my thrusts, taking out my frustration on her pussy. She arches into my hand and closes her eyes. "Hell yes. Oh damn, please don't stop."

  "Let me in, Angel. You've already confirmed you're in there."

  I hook my fingers up as I enter again, shoving the tips into her G-spot.

  "Are you still fucking him?"

  She opens her eyes to look at me. "No."

  "Have you since me?"

  "No."

  "Then what the fuck is he doing here?"

  "Trying to get me back.... again."

  That's not something I want to hear. "Do you want him?"

  "If I did I wouldn't be with you."

  "Prove it."

  "Go away, Callum. My stance with you hasn't changed. I'm seeing someone else."

  Motherfucker. I feel like I'm going through withdrawals. My breathing starts to become erratic with every passing second that I look at her. It slowly feels like someone else is taking possession of my body. I need a fucking shot.

  "We need to talk, Lux. I still have my key. I'll use it if I have to."

  I pull my fingers from her body. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

  I straighten myself in an upright position before changing the weight to my knee between her legs. She shoots up, grabbing my hand. "Wait."

  I look down at her. "What?" My tone is a little angrier than I meant for it to be.

  "Are you jealous?"

  Another knock sounds at the door, this time more than once. He's getting needy and I'm getting madder by the minute. "Open the door, Lux."

  "I fucking told you that no one else is touching your body. I'm not going to pretend that I like knowing the last person that did is standing right outside the door and has a key to where you sleep alone."

  Her face softens, but only slightly. She places her hands on her outer thighs beneath the waistband of her pants and pushes them down her legs, removing them completely, before going for my briefs. I feel like I need a drink, anything to dilute this feeling. I would imagine this is how a platoon of soldiers feels when their territory is about to be invaded.

  She peels my black briefs down my legs, never taking her eyes off of mine. "I had the locks changed, Kaston. He can't get in anymore. If you're upset take it out on me. Someone may need him...it just isn't me. Don't do anything stupid. He isn't worth it. Trust me."

  I stand, letting my underwear fall to the floor. "You want me to fuck you with him outside the door?"

  She grabs my hips, pulling me closer to her. "Callum, unless you want to listen to me fucking someone else then I suggest you leave," she yells out, her eyes still locked with mine.

  He starts banging on the door, causing it to shake. "Bullshit, Lux. Open the damn door."

  She lowers her voice as she pulls down on me, pulling me back on my knee. "He's been warned. If he wants to stay then let him listen. I'll put on a show. I guess I really am just as fucked up as you are. You wanted to mark me… well there's never been a better chance than now."

  My pulse is going crazy. I feel like I just got done working out. The only thing missing is sweat, but as hot as I feel right now I wouldn't be surprised if it were next to come. I flex my hand trying to stop it from shaking. I fucking hate feeling like a junkie looking for his next fix, but it also piques my curiosity.

  I grab her sports bra and pull it over her head, before grabbing the holder wrapped around her hair and sliding it until her hair falls free from the mess she had it in on top of her head. I'm not even going to evaluate why my cock is still hard as a rock. This should be a boner killer for sure. The doorknob starts wiggling as if he's trying to get it open. He smacks the door. "I'll give you your car back, Angel. Just open the door. Come on. Don't do this. I warned you."

  I lean in, hinting for her to lay back, before placing my mouth in various places on her body, starting with her breasts. The inside of her foot touches my hip, flexed to a point like a dancer to confirm she likes my mouth on her body. My hand wraps around her ankle, before slowly sliding up the length of her leg. Little by little my vision clears, nothing else drawing my attention but her. "This time I'll behave because what you're offering is so much more enticing, but I'm teaching that bastard a lesson. He will know his place when I'm done."

  She grabs my shaft and aligns the head at her pussy. "It is yours. Claim it."

  I thrust inside, not stopping until my dick is buried completely inside her. Instantly I relax and my body starts climbing a high, just like when you snort that first line after being without for too long. The anger falls away and the craving diminishes. I have formed an addiction to Lux Larsen. That should be reason enough to do something about it, but I think I'm at the point of no return already. The only thing that will break it...is going out in a wooden box.

  Kaston pulls his truck into my place of employment and stops, shifting into park. We haven't said much the entire drive. After earlier things are a little awkward. It's that feeling like when two people meet in Vegas and form an instant attraction, leading to the act of drinking to the point of conscious blackout, getting married by Elvis, and then wake up the next morning and think, what the hell have I done, when you see the ring on your left hand and the stranger at your side...

  We experienced that weird moment that crossed the line from just another fun fuck to I'm not sure, but it's different. That point changed what we are. A casual relationship is fun, but bring in jealousy and possession and you're fucked. It only leads
to places you don't want to go, making you do things you never thought you would. There is no going back to before, but I'm not sure I want to continue forward either.

  There is one thing that money won't control and that's my freedom. The direction we're headed is creating a noose around my neck and the longer I let him hold the rope, the tighter it's going to get. At some point it cuts off your air. That I can't handle. My mom will be here soon and I have to deal with that shit, I have a job to keep, and I can't love someone else. Hell, I don't even love myself most days. It just isn't in me. Love works for some people and others it doesn't. Maybe I'm a rare breed of female, but I don't want it. It doesn't interest me in the slightest.

  I control my feelings like I control everything else in my life. It's easy. When you think there are any possibilities of attachment you cut it off at the root before it has the chance to grow. What happened on that couch I've never experienced. Sparking jealousy in a man is usually bragging rights for a girl, but this time I actually felt...guilty? For the first time in my life I wanted to give him more than my body. Maybe I should step back from this...

  I grab the door handle and look over at him. "You really didn't have to drive me to work, but thanks. It beats a cab." I pause. "Look, maybe-"

  "I'll pick you up at two," he says, still looking over the steering wheel.

  "Kaston, my mom is going through some shit and she's going to be with me for a while. I just don't think this is going to work. My available time is going to become very narrow. Most guys demand more. I get that. I've given you all that I have to give. I'm not being a bitch. It's just easier this way. I did have fun though."

  The muscle in his jaw starts to tick. He suddenly opens the door and exits the truck, slamming the door shut behind him. "Okay.... What just happened?"

  My head begins to turn, following him as he rounds the truck. He reaches my door and yanks it open, almost pulling me out since my hand is still holding the handle. I catch myself by gripping onto his shoulder. "What the fuck is your problem, Kaston?"

  Without a word he grabs ahold of my waist, sliding me out of the lifted truck until my feet reach the ground. I can see his chest rising and falling under the clingy fabric of his shirt hugged against his chest. "What did I fucking tell you about that mouth?"

  "Excuse me? Well why don't you remind me? Obviously I must have forgotten."

  He places his arms against the seat to each side of me, blocking me in front of him. "What the fuck is it with you? Just when I think it's a breath of fresh air that you aren't like normal girls, you try that hit and run shit and I want to revoke it. If I hadn't been ball deep inside the pussy between your legs I would swear you were a guy. It's driving me fucking insane. I'm not standing here pledging my undying love to you, I'm not presenting you with a big-ass diamond, and I'm not propositioning you to have my children, so for the love of mankind will you stop that shit before an innocent bystander loses a limb. You know you want to continue this just as much as I do. Stop lying to yourself. Call it curiosity or just good sex, frankly I don't give a fuck, but either way I'm picking you up at 2AM and you're staying with me. If you have to work later then I’ll be sitting in this damn parking lot waiting for you to finish. We are both adults. Scheduling can be worked out."

  Like it's possessed my hand swings through the air and connects with his cheek, causing a loud clap. My eyes widen as it returns to its original position. We stare at each other, both breathing harshly and not saying a word. His cheek starts to redden. Our eyes scan each other as if waiting for a bomb to detonate. "Do you feel better? I'm going to assume that was us moving past this."

  "Fucking bastard," I grit out and grab the back of his head, pulling him toward me and crushing his lips to mine. He grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up, sliding me up his front. I suck the tip of his tongue, causing him to rub my middle against his denim-covered erection. He groans into my mouth just before I pull on his hair, breaking the kiss. I wipe my mouth, ridding it of any proof that he was just there, before snaking my hand between us and grabbing his hard shaft in my hand. "No.... the pair of blue balls that you will wear until 2AM was us moving on. Sorry, not sorry. I just couldn't leave with you having the upper hand. I suppose I'm just different than most girls," I say, winking as I wiggle out of his grasp. As soon as my feet hit the pavement I release him and duck under his arm, grabbing my purse out of the seat on my way. "Have a good night, Kaston."

  I walk away, listening to the string of curses behind me, inwardly smiling to myself. He may be right about a few things, but that doesn't mean I have to admit to them. Admitting defeat is a failure in itself. Boys will be boys and Lux will be Lux, but they will never quite figure out my next move, no matter how much they think they know me.

  Fucking hell...

  I grab the edge of the door and sling it forward until it slams shut. My hands automatically lace on top of my head as I turn around, watching her disappear inside. "The fucking irony," I yell out into midair, not caring if anyone overhears. "Why the fuck, the first girl that has me in shambles is exactly like me only worse has got to be karma biting me in the ass."

  My phone starts vibrating in my pocket. I pull it out and raise it to my ear after connecting the call. "What?"

  "Good evening to you too.... You okay?"

  I walk to the bed of my truck, gripping my free hand over the edge. I bend over, spitting on the pavement before responding. "Fuck no. If I get out of this shit remind me to never cross another female that has me looking first."

  He laughs. "That sounds perfect for you."

  "Nah, bro, I'm in Hell. This has to be it: Hell on earth. No guy wants to work this hard to keep a pussy in his grasp. I'm a good catch. I've never had to do this shit before. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a twilight zone. There is no end."

  "Have you gotten the goods?"

  "I wouldn't be much of a man if I started bragging and spilling information best kept to myself. I'll leave it open to interpretation."

  "Well it isn't hard to guess, so I'm going to say yes. I don't see her as the type of girl that's saving herself and I highly doubt you'd waste your time on a good girl. It doesn't really seem like your style. If you're hitting it then why are you bitching like a little girl?"

  "Because I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, and I consider myself an intelligent man. I've honestly never seen a girl so ready to run every time she's done fucking. Everything I knew about women is completely useless with her. I feel like the roles are reversed here. It has me uneasy."

  "So drop her.... She can't be that good if she has your head all fucked up. You know what kind of shit that leads to...mistakes."

  No words.

  I narrow my eyes as I look across the parking lot. What the...

  "That's not going to work for me."

  "Why not? There are plenty more to replace her."

  "Plenty more maybe, but plenty more like her, no."

  "I see..."

  "Don't take that tone with me, asshole. I'm not pussy whipped."

  He laughs again. "That never came out of my mouth, but since you brought it up..."

  Movement: two o'clock.

  Suspect: male.

  Ride: expensive. More expensive than anything else in this parking lot.

  "Son of a fucking bitch."

  Scattering sounds occur through the phone. "What is it?"

  "Standby. I need you to do some digging soon. I have to go."

  "We need to talk about the mark. Our window is getting narrow."

  The door to the black sports car opens. An expensive shoe hits the pavement: Italian leather. I'd recognize them from a further distance than this. I knew someone that wore them all my life.

  "Keep an eye on him for a little longer. It'll get done. It always does. The evil never sleeps. Chevy, I need to go. Keep your phone on you."

  I disconnect the call and return my phone to my pocket. The male in the suit stands, shutting the door to his expensive car. He sticks out like
a sore thumb and this is Atlanta, so that says a lot. The ones from here belong. He doesn't. Every alarm inside is going off. He is a huge target on my internal radar and it's never wrong.

  My feet start to move without me instructing them. I open the door to my truck and grab my handgun from the glove compartment, shoving it behind the front waistband of my jeans, but hidden by my shirt. This one is perfectly legal and registered to none other than me. I may have two lives, but Kaston plays by the rules.... usually. I have a permit to conceal my weapons. He starts to walk toward the building and I start to walk toward him, shutting my truck door without even locking it.

  I watch him fasten the button on his jacket as he gets closer to the door. I pick up pace to reach him before he enters. I'm pretty sure he's who I think he is, and something tells me he's going to be a problem for me. Even if I wasn't a pretty good judge of character, the fact that he pounded on the door while I fucked his ex-girlfriend and made her come is a pretty good hint. No real man is going to listen to that shit. Once another man dips his dick in the place yours used to be it's no longer sacred. It loses its appeal. Real men move on. For the bad seeds of the world it's a trigger to a bigger obsession, one that usually ends up in a file on my desk.

  He places his hand on the door handle, getting ready to open it, when I halt beside him and shove my palm hard against the door to keep it shut, exerting a good portion of my bodyweight into it. "I don't believe you're an employee here," I grit out. "Unless you can show me a title of ownership to this building and company, then I suggest you hop back on a plane and return to wherever you came from."

  He turns to look at me as he releases the door. "Under whose orders?"

  Yep. Definitely New York. I would know that accent anywhere. I grew up with it for twenty years. Since my mother was actually from Jersey hers was slightly different, but still similar.

  He laughs. "Son, I wouldn't advise talking to a man of my stature that way. Money talks. I can make your life a living hell. I guess you're her latest venture, acting all heroic and shit. You may have gotten between her legs, but that doesn't make you special." He looks me over as his lips draw upward into a smirk. "You can't keep a gold digger without a little gold. The pussy is just how she hooks you. It's as easy to get as a common drug on the streets. What are you? Let me guess.... Fresh out of college looking for something higher than minimum wage?"