Mariah: The M Series: Book Two

by Ryanne Anthony

Marcus sighed. “Come here,” he commanded, quietly.

  I hesitated a beat, then put my purse back in the chair. I slowly walked to him, stopping at his feet and crossing my arms again.

  “Closer.”

  I moved up a step. I didn't dare come any closer, not like I was earlier.

  “Closer.”

  “No,” I murmured, stubbornly.

  He reached out, grabbed me at my waist and yanked me back to where I was before, holding me firm, making sure I don't move. I uncrossed my arms and let them hang to my side.

  “Why didn't you come to see me yesterday?”

  I looked at his face. “I stopped here after work, and was told you left at three. I went to your place and waited over an hour, but you never came. I went home and thought I'd try again today.”

  “You went to my apartment? Yesterday?”

  “Yes.”

  Marcus exhaled deeply. “Mariah, I haven't been there since last Friday. I got to the door and couldn't go in. I just... I can't go in there without you. I've been at my mother's all week.” He frowned at me. “Did you really think I had moved on?”

  I nodded.

  “Didn't I tell you there is no one else for me?”

  “Yes, but...” I fell silent and frowned.

  “But what,” he prompted.

  “But I know you have... needs,” I whispered. “Why else would you leave at three?”

  Marcus shook his head. “I haven't even thought of anyone else, Mariah.”

  I cried tears of relief. “Me either. I've missed you so much and I want you back, Marcus.”

  He kissed me, slow and deep, begging me for something. Suddenly, he broke away.

  “Promise me you will come to me, if we ever hit any kind of wall again, and talk to me,” he urged, wiping my face.

  “I promise. And nothing less than total honesty, trust and respect.”

  “Absolutely.” His arms tightened around me. “I've missed you, baby ... so much.”

  “I missed you, too.” I kissed him again. “I need you, Marcus.”

  “Mariah--”

  “Don't say no, boo. Please,” I whispered kissing his throat. He shuddered.

  “I wouldn't dare say no, but we need to get out of here. The janitors will be here in a minute,” he murmured, caressing my ass. “Once we start, I doubt I’ll be able to stop, no matter what, baby.”

  I bit his jaw and he shuddered again. “Let's go to your place.”

  “I want to go to our place,” Marcus said quietly at my ear. “No more waiting, baby. Move in with me, now.”

  I looked at him, stunned. “Are you sure, Marcus?”

  “More than anything, baby. I need you by my side, always.”

  I wanted that, too. “Okay.”

  He looked stunned, like he was ready for a fight and couldn’t believe he was denied one. “Okay?”

  I smiled and nodded. “Okay!”

  Marcus picked me up and held me tight. “I love you, Mariah. Nothing's changed.”

  “I love you, Marcus. Nothing's changed for me, either.”

  I kissed him again, softly and slowly, and he immediately deepened it, lowering me to the floor. He cupped my breasts and thumbed my nipples through my dress, and I instantly throbbed. I put my hands under his scrub top, and as I was about to reach up and caress his nipples he moved my hands.

  “Let's get out of here, baby.” He grinned then jumped off the table and pulled me toward the door.

  “Marcus! My purse!”

  He stopped; I got the purse and he took off, patting his pockets. He stopped again.

  “Shit! Where are my keys?” He pulled them out of his leg pocket and we were off through the double doors.

  “I'm still on call tonight, right, Miss Jones,” he asked Millie as we rounded the desk, never stopping. He pressed the call button and the door opened right away.

  “Not anymore, Doctor,” Millie confirmed. “You traded with Morton for tomorrow.”

  We got on the elevator and he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me close, then reached behind me to press the button for the ground floor.

  “Good! Remind me to give you all a raise, Miss Jones!”

  I laughed and circled my arms around his waist. As the door closed, he kissed me again as the nurses cheered. Marcus kept kissing me until we got to the ground floor. Once there, he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the parking lot. I was almost sprinting to keep up with him.

  Just outside the doors, I tried to pull my hand from his but his grip was too tight. He stopped and frowned as he looked down at me.

  “What's wrong, baby?”

  “I can't leave my car. It's the weekend and it'll be locked up until Monday, possibly towed.”

  “You bought a car,” he asked in surprise.

  “Birthday gift from Pops.”

  “Where is it?”

  I pointed toward the visitor’s lot.

  “Shit! Okay... get in it and go. I'll meet you there, I may even beat you.”

  “Okay.”

  Marcus kissed me briefly and we walked off in the different directions.

  I got in my car and took off. I thought I got there fast until I turned in the lot and saw Marcus was already there, leaning back against his car with his arms crossed. I parked next to him and got out. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the building.

  “How did you do that,” I asked, amused.

  “I know several shortcuts, baby. Helps when there's an emergency.”

  I shook my head. This was not an emergency!

  Well, maybe it is...

  Marcus pushed the call button for the elevator and chanted, “Come on. Come on. Come on.”

  “I'm not going anywhere, Marcus,” I giggled.

  The elevator finally arrived and we stepped in. Marcus inserted his key then jabbed the five button repeatedly. When the doors finally closed, he hauled me to him.

  “I've missed you, baby. I want you; you have no idea how much.”

  I pulled his lips down to mine and I tried to show how much I missed him, too. We kissed each other with a fever... biting, licking, nuzzling, touching, feeling... we couldn't get enough. The elevator finally opened and Marcus pushed me out of it, still teasing each other with our lips, our tongues.

  We made it to his door and he leaned my back to it. My purse dropped to the floor. He curved into me and I felt his erection on my mound. I put my hands under his scrub top and run my nails down his back and around to his belly then up to his nipples and tease them with my thumbs, just as he did to me earlier.

  He groaned against my mouth and raised the hem of my dress, hiking it up around my hips, he cupped my ass while grinding into me. I moaned; he was managing to rub my hardened clit.

  “Open the door, boo,” I pleaded into his mouth.

  He kept his mouth on mine, still licking and teasing as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms tightly around his neck. He got the door unlocked after several attempts and opened it, and kicked my purse inside.

  Marcus backed into the door, closing it, then turned and put my back against it again. I heard his keys drop to the floor. I was still wrapped around him. He reached under my dress and his nails scraped my ass when he ripped off my defenseless lace panties and tossed them to the floor. I frantically untied his scrub pants then reached in and stroked his cock, making him groan.

  He snatched my hand away, and lifted me a little higher. He eased himself into me. I tightened my legs and slid slowly down his massive erection. We both moaned loudly as he filled me.

  “Feels so good to be home,” he whispered.

  “Welcome back,” I whispered back, in a soft pant.

  Marcus reached behind me, unzipped my dress and pulled the straps down.

  “Mmm... no bra. Good,” he murmured. His mouth captured my nipple. I moaned and wriggled against him, my hips begging for movement.

  Marcus obliged, slow and deliberate, all the way in and out to the crown and back in again.
So slow and so wonderfully filling, I moaned at every thrust. The tingling started and I felt like I was floating, looking down from the stars at us.

  “AH! Yes, baby... it's running down my cock... it's so hot... give me more,” he begged, still stroking.

  I shut my eyes and surrendered. I wrapped an arm around his waist and the other around his neck so tight I thought I was going to strangle him.

  I convulsed, and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

  “Ah,” he groaned. “Mm, baby... you're gonna pay for that,” he rasped into my ear as I tried to calm.

  “You shouldn't make me come like that, Boo,” I whispered.

  “I'm never going to stop doing that, baby.”

  “Well, shut up then,” I whimpered, still shivering.

  He chuckled. “Can you walk?”

  “Hell no.”

  “Good.” He chuckled again. “I want to carry you anyway, with my cock still inside you. I can still feel you pulsing, baby. It's making me want you again.”

  “Then hurry to where you’re going and take me.”

  Marcus carried me to his bedroom and laid me on the bed, like in his office the last time we made love. He bent, put his hands on either side of my head and kissed me, slowly stroking me over and over. I moaned and felt myself building again. I wrenched my mouth from his.

  “No... Marcus, please don't,” I pleaded.

  “Don’t what, baby,” his whispered, taking my nipple again.

  Too late. I came again, gripping his scrub top. I pulled up, shivering, breathing heavily and squirting again.

  “Ah! Shit,” Marcus wailed and abruptly pulled out of me. He flipped me to my stomach and smacked my ass hard right before he slammed into me.

  “Mm,” I groaned. My skin was so sensitive and the smack stung deliciously.

  “Don't ever leave me again,” he demanded. He smacked me again, then slammed.

  “AH,” I shouted. It was all I could come up with. I gripped the comforter, bracing, knowing he was going to do those actions again.

  “Ever!”

  Smack! Then a deliciously hard slam.

  “AHHHH!”

  “Answer me, baby! Are you going to leave me again?”

  Another smack and slam.

  I whimpered. “UHHH! No! I won't! I won't ever leave you again!”

  “Damn right!”

  He slammed me again. And again. And again. I was going to cum again, and tried to get away from his sweet assault but he gripped my hips and held me still. He was too strong and persistent.

  “Oh, baby... please... one more... I can't last much longer,” he moaned.

  “Yes,” I screamed. Three more thrusts and I released again.

  Marcus growled. “FUCK! YES,” he yelled as he finally let go.

  I collapsed on the bed and he laid on me, linking our fingers, grinding my ass, his mouth at my ear.

  “I missed you so much, baby,” he panted heavily.

  “I missed you more, Boo,” I breathed.

  Marcus withdrew and collapsed next to me. We laid there while we collected our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. I reached out and touched his face.

  “I love you, Marcus. I'm sorry I hurt you. Please forgive me.”

  He kissed my fingers. “I love you, Mariah. I'm so sorry for hurting you, too.”

  I smiled. “Let's go have a shower, boo.”

  He jumped up fast, pulled off his pants, tugged off his shirt and ran to the bathroom. I stripped and followed him, laughing.

  Chapter Nineteen

  In his arms again, where I belong…

  Marcus and I were lying in his bed, under a sheet, feeling lethargic after a fourth round of amazing make up sex. I was on my back, a pillow under my head. Marcus was lying halfway on top of me, his left leg over both of mine, pinning me to the bed. He was seductively kissing me, rubbing me everywhere and getting hard again.

  I laughed as I ran my hand up and down his back. “You never get enough, boo.”

  “Leave me alone,” Marcus mumbled, softly kissing and biting along my neck. “I have a week to make up for.”

  I giggled and was about to give in when I heard ringing from the hall.

  “That's my phone. Mom's probably worried,” I breathed, attempting to get up.

  “No, stay right here, baby. I'll get it.”

  He kissed my head before he getting up and I smiled as I watched his gorgeous, naked body leave the room. I missed his place. Him.

  I sat up as he entered the room.

  “I forgot to lock the door,” Marcus mused as he placed my purse on the bed. I reached into it and grabbed the now-silent cell. He held up the panties he ripped off of me earlier. “You don't want these, do you?”

  I laughed. “No, boo... I think you can toss those.”

  “I'll buy you some more, baby. I really love those crotchless ones.”

  I laughed again as he slid in the bed next to me. He pushed me back down, resumed his position and kissed me everywhere again. I shook my head and checked the phone’s ID. I called Ethan back as Marcus took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it slowly while rubbing my sex.

  “Marcus!”

  “What, baby?”

  “I'm trying to concentrate... stop it!”

  He chuckled. “I’ll try but you better hurry up, baby.”

  “Fiend!” I giggled. I shook my head and kissed him.

  Ethan answered in a rush. “Cookie! Where are you? We've been calling you for almost an hour!”

  “Oh, shit… Ethan, I'm sorry, I forgot.”

  “Well, get your ass over here! We're about to leave for Cavatappi’s... I'm starving!”

  I looked at Marcus. “Um, I'm not alone, Ethan.”

  “What the hell? She's on a fucking date! Fine, whatever. Just ask that asshole if wants to come down here. I don't like it but, damn it, we need you, Cookie.”

  “All right, hang on...”

  I pressed mute and wrapped my arms around Marcus' neck.

  “I promised Ethan I would go to dinner and back to that karaoke bar tonight. I don't suppose you want to go, do you,” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

  “When you win, will you sing me something more appropriate?”

  I smiled. “If I win, yes.”

  “And you'll come back here with me?”

  I grinned. “Try and stop me.”

  He kissed my nose.

  “Ethan, we'll be there. I need to change first. You want to wait or do you want to meet us?”

  “We'll meet at the restaurant in an hour. Whoever you're with better behave, he's already stepping on Marcus' toes.”

  “Be nice, Ethan. I'll see you in later.”

  “An hour. Bye.”

  “I have to go home and change.” I smiled at Marcus. “They have no idea who I'm with, and poor Ethan is seething. He's protecting your turf.”

  He nodded, his face a serious mask. “I like Ethan. Always have,” he confirmed.

  I giggled. “Shut up.”

  I rolled my eyes as he started another round before we had to leave.

  * * *

  I wore the purple dress I bought the week before, grateful I saved it. It fit like it was tailored for me. It was a deep, rich purple with spaghetti straps that crossed at my back. It hugged my breasts, showing their fullness, while caressing my body everywhere else to my knees. The silver and purple heels flattered the dress as well as my legs. I had my hair pinned up when I appeared in front of Marcus after getting dressed.

  “Well,” I asked him.

  He slowly looked me up and down, briefly stopping at my glossed lips, then continued the gaze.

  “I think purple is my new favorite color,” he murmured then kissed me.

  When we parted, I wiped my gloss from his lips with my thumb. Marcus pulled the silver pin that was holding my hair up. My hair fell down my back in its natural waves.

  “I love your hair like this,” Marcus whispered as he fisted it at the back of my head. He pulled my head ba
ck and kissed me with longing and passion.

  “Maybe we should stay.”

  God, if people weren’t waiting for us…

  “They're waiting for us. I promised.”

  Marcus groaned. “Let's hurry and get this over so I can get you back in our bed.”

  * * *

  After the initial shock of Marcus and I walking into the restaurant together, and a little chastising from Ethan, the fourteen of us had a great dinner together. Good wine, good food and great conversation was had by all the entire dinner.

  Marcus had his hand clamped on my thigh since we sat down, slowly rubbing up and down, sometimes to my knee. I had to check my breathing at his touch.

  Marcus leaned over and whispered in my ear, “That dress is killing me, baby.”

  I blushed and smiled. “Just wait until you can take it off of me,” I whispered back.

  He smiled and kissed me softly, caressing my cheek.

  “AWWWWWW!”

  We broke apart and I looked around the table. Everyone was staring at us with the goofiest expressions.

  “Really,” I muttered, heat rising in my cheeks. “Are we all twelve or what?”

  Lisa grinned. “We might be... but you two obviously are not!”

  I blushed and threw a napkin at her. Everyone at the table laughed loudly, including Marcus.

  He looked so handsome, relaxed and happy that night, almost as much as I felt. He wore navy slacks and a light blue sweater that fit snuggly across his shoulders, and draped magnificently down his torso. His eyes glistened against that color and that lightweight sweater looked as though it was tailored for him, alone.

  I loved looking at him and was so glad he was there with us.

  After dinner, Lisa clapped excitedly then passed me a brightly wrapped box, exclaiming, “Gift time!”

  “No, Twink, I said no gifts,” I protested.

  “Screw what you said! Open it,” Ethan demanded.

  I smiled and started to relent. “Well, if it's just the one...”

  “Well...” Monica said, holding a bag with ribbons on it. “It's from Tommy and me.”

  “What the hell? Monica!” I scowled. “I said no gifts!”

  “Shut up, Cookie,” T ordered, exasperated. “You celebrate everybody's birthday with vigor. Let us show our appreciation.”

  Five more gifts were thrusted in front of me.