The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2)

by Barner, Solease M

  “So, you are the one who has stolen my son’s heart. You don’t look that special.”

  SHOWKEN

  FUCK! I didn’t expect my mother to say something like that to Marilyn. I’m not sure if this is a test or not, but I know that Queen Nala will always speak her mind. Marilyn’s mouth is open, and she looks furious. Mother gave me a time limit, and time is up. The smile on my mother’s face looks pure. I stare at my mother with my eyes widening. I know my beast is angry, calming down is mandatory. I can only go so far with my mother, but this is not right. Marilyn is very special to me.

  “Mother, I-” Marilyn is speaking before I can finish my thought. Her fists are balled up, and she is all the way in fight mode. WOW!

  “I didn’t want to come to meet you, in fact I told him to turn around, but he said it would be fine. Showken is such a loving person. I may not be special or even good enough for your son, but don’t ever speak to me like that again you BITCH! I know I’m not special, but you saying it out loud just confirms to me that ending it with Showken is best.” She turns to leave, stopping at the door. I can’t speak, my mother had better fix this quick. The heat of my beast is bringing smoke around my hands, and out of my mouth. My mother’s eyes connect with mine.

  “Wait! I said that you don’t look that special, not that you are not special. I see you have a temper, and if you walk out of that door you are not worthy of my son. I’ve never met a woman he’s bedded and ever cared for, until now. You have my son in knots about you.” My mother sighs, and stands. Marilyn hasn’t turned around the entire time she has been speaking. “If I offend you, I’m sorry. I just never thought Showken would be in love right now. Please, come, sit and eat with me.” Queen Nala says sorry. I can’t believe my ears. This is a first. I’ve never heard her say that ever, not even if she’s wrong. Marilyn is special and my mother knows it. I smile at her, nodding in appreciation. The Queen of Cortamagen, Mother of Draglen Descendants, apologizes to a human. WOW! In this moment I know Marilyn is my Wella. Marilyn turns, looking at my mother suspiciously. She relaxes, and the look she gives me is confusing. I hope she’s not angry with me.

  “Okay, I’ll have dinner with you, but only because Showken wants me to. You are not forgiven, yet.” Marilyn walks over to my mother’s table, reaching out her hand, and Mother shakes it. Shit, I’ve never seen her shake someone’s hand either.

  “My son, are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you joining us for dinner?” my mother says. I look at Marilyn, glance at my mother, and head towards the table. One of the waiters comes with roast lamb with berries, placing it on the table. Marilyn is impressed, I can tell.

  “Thank you, Mother, for the wonderful dinner that is coming, I see all your care in each dish,” I say, nodding in appreciation. Our wine is poured, and I notice Marilyn is quiet. I can’t stop looking at her, she’s so beautiful. I love the frown and uncertainty she’s displaying. “Beautiful, the food is going to be fantastic, just wait,” I say, leaning over to kiss her cheek. Ohh, she likes my touch. The heat rises to her face, showing her attraction to me. “You look very, very nice, Marilyn, and I can’t wait for dessert,” I say, smiling.

  “Thank you, Showken. The food smells very good,” she says, sipping her wine. I look at my mother, who is smiling at me. The other dishes arrive. The appetizers are displayed near our main course, as in my land that is the way it’s done; all food out at the same time.

  “Well, I don’t like this silence. Marilyn, what are your feelings toward my son? Before you answer, I have no need to know your past, how much you’re worth, or even who your parents are. I need to know if you plan on staying with my son or breaking his heart,” my mother says, taking a bite of food.

  “Well, umm Mrs. Draglen. To be honest, I’m not sure where Showken’s and my relationship will go, but whatever direction it goes, I think it’s between me and Showken,” Marilyn says, eyes focused on my mother. Instead of responding, my mother gives her a nod, Marilyn arches a brow at her, and I feel like a female conversation has just happened, without me included. Oh well, I think how wonderful it would be if I could really show Marilyn my land. I always feel love at home. Just then my cell rings.

  “Excuse me, I must take this call,” I say, walking away from the table. I hear my native language take over as Draken is on the other end. When I’m away far enough that Marilyn can’t hear, I speak frankly.

  “Yes, brother, what is it?” I ask, chuckling. Draken thinks this is very funny.

  “So, you brought a human to our land, and she’s eating with Mother,” he chuckles. “Can Princess and I come join the dinner? I have to see the woman that’s tamed you up close.” He laughs again.

  “Draken, you are really pushing it, and no, you had better not show up at dinner. Besides, I’m not tamed,” I say, looking around to see if I can see Draken, he wants to see her up close, which means he’s near. He’s annoying at times, and this is one of them. Ah, I see him. Though Marilyn sees just a restaurant, actually it’s a small part of Cortamagen. Marilyn believes she’s in a really nice restaurant, not in my home country. I smile at my brother, and he waves at me. Wow, my brother, the hard rock, no-nonsense brother, just waved at me. Cess is a pretty awesome lady. “You’re waving, now,” I say, laughing. I would never have thought Draken would be so carefree.

  “Yes, I’m waving. Are you laughing at me, brother?” he asks. I can see his grin. I turn and see my mother and Marilyn talking, I had better get back.

  “Yes, I’m laughing. We’ll talk later, I’m on a date,” I say, chuckling as I hang up the cell phone. I walk back over to the table, finding Marilyn smiling. She’s blushing. My mother nods for me to sit. I sit down, smiling at the most important women to me. I start eating, and the table is silent now. I guess while I was talking to Draken, Marilyn and Mother had a good talk. Marilyn looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, giving me a smile that says she’s fine now. I feel really good. I’ll ask her about what she and my mother spoke of. The dinner is going well. Marilyn and my mother embrace. Bruiser comes back from a great run just as we are leaving. I’m sure Draken has given him food. He looks happy too. Finally parking at Marilyn’s apartment, I decide to park and talk with her in the car, hoping I will be invited in.

  “Well, it went well, I think,” I say, hoping to get her talking.

  “Mmm, yep,” she says. What? She always talks more than this. I frown a little. I hope my mother has not done any more damage.

  “Sweetheart, why are you quiet?” I ask, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. She looks down, rubbing her hands on her thighs. She’s nervous, why?

  “I’m fine, Showken, the dinner turned out great, and I understand your mother’s reaction better now that I’ve talked with her . . . I need some space, though, it’s not because of you. I know that’s what people say, but really you’re perfect in every way. I just need to think, clear my head,” she says, not making eye contact.

  “I’m not sure about what you and my mother spoke about, but I do know this; I’m not going to let you go. If you think that ‘you need space’ speech is going to keep me away, you have a lot to learn. Besides, I . . . umm . . . got us some strawberry cupcakes. I noticed you didn’t have dessert. I didn’t have any either, so hold on,” I say, jumping out of the vehicle and walking to the passenger’s side. I open the door, waiting for her to look at me. She finally raises her head. She’s like a delicate flower. “I’m not going anywhere. You think I’m perfect and I think you’re perfect for me. I want you, Marilyn, please take my hand,” I say, holding out my hand. “Let’s go inside, relax, and eat some dessert, making love after each cupcake. I got a half dozen,” I say. She looks up with tears in her eyes. Placing her hand in mine, she gives me a smile, and nods in agreement. I wrap my arms around her waist. I close her door and open the door for Bruiser, picking up the hidden cupcakes I just made appear from the store.

  We get to the door and she turns to me and shakes her head, opening the door wide for
me to enter. I’m not letting her go.

  “Showken, you are one tough guy to get rid of,” she says, pulling off her sexy three-inch heels.

  “Now, sexy, why would you want to get rid of me? I can be so much fun if you relax,” I say, playfully moving my eyebrows up and down.

  “I’m going to get comfy, er . . . I guess you can get comfy too, but keep those pants on,” she says, walking to her bedroom smiling.

  Bruiser sits at my feet. I really like this pet. I place the cupcakes on the table in front of her sofa. Hmmm, ‘keep my pants on’, she says. I look at Bruiser, who is right on my heels. “Bruiser I think I’m going to take my pants off. Besides, everything will be off soon,” I say to my new pet. I pull off my shirt, shoes, socks and pants. Now I’m in my green underwear. I chuckle to myself, underwear is something I only do on earth. At home I can be free, only wearing a pair of slacks. I turn on her television. I’ll never understand the fascination of watching a box. I had better find something that my beauty will like. I flip through the channels, wondering where my lady is. I listen closely, hearing her heartbeat tells me she’s still alive. I try to focus on what she’s doing. I sniff the air, oh! She’s horny. I am, too. I find a movie called “Monster-In-Law”, this looks like something she would like. She’s coming back out of the room, finally. If she thinks that she has calmed her need for me, we will see.

  “Ahhh! Showken, you’re naked!” she yells. I laugh, and I pull down my boxers letting her see naked. “Ahhh! Put that away . . . now!” she yells again, but this time with more yearning in her voice. Her eyes are all over my body.

  “You said I was naked, I just wanted you to see naked, beautiful,” I say, blowing her a kiss. “Now, come over here and sit, I’ll get the dessert and something to drink,” I say, waving my hand in front of the couch for her to take a seat. This is going to be a fun night.

  “Well, thanks for clearing that up, smarty. Oh, I’ve always wanted to see this movie,” she says, coming to relax, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that says ‘Fuck You’.

  “Beautiful, do you have some wine?” I ask, not smelling or seeing any.

  “No, but I think I have some beer.”

  “Okay, beer and strawberry cupcakes. Great combination,” I say, coming back to sit next to her for our night.

  “Thanks, Showken . . . for everything.”

  “Don’t thank me, I need to thank you. I never thought I would meet someone who could capture my attention for longer than a night.”

  “Wow, umm . . . I don’t know what to say to that.”

  “Don’t say anything,” I say, handing her a cupcake.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, sexy.”

  We eat our cupcakes until there’s only one left, drinking two beers apiece. She’s laughing at this movie. I like seeing her happy. She curls next to me, and drifts off to sleep. I really want to wake her, but I carry her to the bed. She stirs as I drape the covers on top of us.

  “Showken, please,” she says. I think she is awake, but no, she’s in a deep sleep. I smile, thinking of how to wake her up. Hmmm.

  “What do you want, beautiful?” I whisper into her ear, softly kissing her neck. She moans, moving towards me. Whoa, I need to wake her up. I get up, and go get the last cupcake. When I come back, she’s sliding her hand into her shorts. Fuck, she’s starting without me. Moving quickly to the bed, I pull the covers all the way down and climb back in. I lay my hands on her lower belly, and she wakes up looking at me. I smile, looking at her hand in her shorts. She looks down, feeling embarrassed. I smile, pulling her hand out of her shorts. I start licking each finger. I never take my eyes off of her. She tastes delicious.

  “Umm.”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t think we should.”

  “Why?” I ask, continuing to kiss and suck her fingers.

  “Showken, please, you’re torturing me with your mouth.”

  “Really? Well, I can torture you with this mouth all over your body,” I say, pulling at her shorts. She gasps at how fast I get them off her.

  “Maybe we should go to sleep.”

  “Sleep you will get tomorrow morning,” I say, reaching for my cupcake. “We had chocolate last time, but I also like strawberry. I think strawberry and Marilyn will be a good combination.”

  “Ohhh!”

  “Spread your legs, beautiful, I’m hungry,” I say, watching her reaction. She slowly opens her legs, and her arousal glistens. I turn the cupcake on my hand and slowly lower it to her sex, spreading the frosting on her and moving it up her belly, also. She moans, “Ohhhh!” I like the sound of that. I stuff the now frosting-free cupcake into my mouth, chewing slowly while holding her legs apart. She’s squirming now. I lean down, licking frosting off her hot body. She arches towards me, and I feel frosting all over my face. I chuckle, remembering she said she wanted space. No space, my lovely lady, I think to myself. I continue sucking, pulling at her folds covered in strawberry frosting. I can’t stop myself, I make sure every piece of frosting is off before I focus on her first release. “Showken, I’m dying, please,” Marilyn whines.

  “You’re not going to die, sweetness,” I say, pushing her shirt over her head. She’s now totally bare for me. I squeeze her breasts, loving the feel of them. I dip back down to her sex and start on her clitoris. It’s not long before she’s pulling my hair, hard. Pushing my tongue into her sex, I’m rewarded with her orgasm filling my mouth. She screams very loud. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” I can’t wait, holding myself up with my hands beside her hips I lean down to kiss her. I didn’t think I could ever feel this good. I’m inside her and my movements are slow. I want to savor every minute of Marilyn.

  MARILYN

  I can’t believe that I have no control. I told myself that sex with Showken could not happen again, yet I feel so good right now with him inside me. After the talk with his mother, while Showken was on the phone, she explained how she had never intended to offend me, that she had never seen Showken so affected by a woman. He is such a caring, gentle, kind, and fine as hell man. I’m surprised he is not married. He’s working me over right now. Those soft lips are amazing. I can’t believe he caught me masturbating in my sleep. I guess he wants me, too. Being wakened up with strawberry cupcakes is fun. I can’t think any more, he is commanding my body. I open my eyes, loving how attentive he is to me. His lips are everywhere, kissing my breasts, lips, neck, shoulders, and even my hips. He wraps my legs around him, thrusting, taking turns going fast and slow. Mmmmm, the squeezing of my hips is very arousing to me. I love to feel his big hands enjoying me as I enjoy him.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispers. He doesn’t stop moving inside me. He puts my legs on top of his shoulders, holding them in place. Oh my, I think I hear a growl.

  “Show, show . . . OHHH, SHOOOOWKEN!” I scream. My climax is hard and loud. He finds his release right after me, moaning loudly.

  “HMMMMMM!” The sound comes from deep inside him, and I feel my body tremble just hearing it. I love that sound. I did that. I made him growl, made him lose control. This man is so easy to fall for. We rest on my bed, still entwined with each other. He brushes my sweaty hair out of my face.

  “You are so beautiful, don’t ever be with another man,” he says, looking me in the eye. Whoa, I’m not sure what he’s thinking about, but that is not a thought of mine.

  “Showken, I’m not with another man. I’m with you, what are you talking about?” I rub my hand gently over his face. He catches my hand before I can remove it, and presses a kiss into my palm. His kiss is hot, very hot. My hand now feels very warm, but its a good warmth. I look into his eyes, and there is that deep green again.

  “Precious, you are such a jewel, and I don’t share, at all. I don’t want you with any other man but me. I won’t be sorry for anything I do,” he says, planting an open-mouthed kiss on me. The kiss is deep, and it lets me know he’s serious.

  “I’m not that kind of girl, Showken, I don’t sleep around
if I’m with a guy. Okay?” I say, trying to get as close as possible to him.

  “Marilyn, I’m not some guy, I’m your man. I plan on being the last one,” he says, holding my chin up to make sure I don’t drop my face. I hope he’s not talking about marriage. This is moving too fast. I’m not ready for anything that serious. I really like Showken, but love him enough to be his wife? I don’t think so. I’m moody, strange, and have tons of baggage from my past. I’m not going to discuss this.

  “I see that your heart rate is picking up speed. I guess you understand I want you forever,” he says, searching my eyes to get my reaction.

  “I’m just excited to be next to you, wrapped in your arms,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. He rolls onto his back with me still in his arms, now I’m lying on top of him.

  “Huh, okay, if you say so, but I’m serious. I will do it right, though,” he smiles. “Now, can I have more of you, I feel like a caged beast, needing to fly,” he says, chuckling. What a strange thing to say, especially when it sounds like what he said in my dream. I feel his erection, and it’s hard. Oh, I guess talking is over.

  We continue our sex and small talk throughout the night. It is early morning before we decide sleep would be good. When morning comes, I cook breakfast and he leaves, I think going home. Showken is getting real serious, and I’m sure he is talking about marriage. He said numerous times during sex that he wanted me forever. I’m not sure if it was just in the moment, or if he meant it. This is my last day off work. I go back tomorrow, so I need to get as much rest as possible. I need to go back to bed. Showken didn’t give me any sleep last night, and I slept almost an hour this morning. He’s like the energizer bunny; he never stops. I’m glad he gave me my bath this morning, I know my ass would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for the care he showed me. I pick up my cell heading back to bed, noticing that Jazz called four times and there are six text messages, I’m sure all from her. I’ll call her later; I need sleep. I climb into my bed, smelling Showken everywhere. He’s in my sheets, pillows, Bruiser even smells like him. Showken is taking over my life. I can’t let this happen, I need to get back in control. The sex is good, but marriage . . . commitment is not something I want right now.