MARILYN
My walls are crumbling. I didn’t plan on sleeping with Showken again. I just said ‘I love you’ to him. Well, I actually yelled it, but he said it back. He’s going to hate me when he finds out I was nothing but a whore. I’m trying to think of how to stop this, but he feels so good. My body loves his hands all over me. Our chests, touching, feel so right.
“You are perfect for me, beautiful,” he says, softly biting my ear. I can’t control the moan. “Mmmm,” my body responds to him. I’m not even sure what he and I are. Is he my boyfriend? I’m not sure. Showken entwines our hands, squeezing just enough to make my body shiver. The rhythm of his thrusting inside me is amazing. I feel like he’s taking me to the clouds with each push.
“More,” I moan.
“Okay,” Showken says, low. He rises just a little. He is now staring into my eyes. I can’t keep staring at him and I close my eyes, enjoying our bodies connecting. I feel his head lean down over my breasts, he captures me with his mouth, biting softly, sending me over the edge. “OHHHHH!” I yell.
“Yes, beautiful,” he continues. “I love that you scream in ecstasy because of me.”
“You feel, feel, oh, Showken, please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he says, releasing our hands to squeeze my breasts. This man is amazing. Maybe I should stop fighting, “Ohh, Showken?” I pant.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes, Ohh!”
“Mmmm, don’t hold back, go on, scream, Precious.”
“OOOOKKKKAAAYYY!!”
Showken finds his release soon after me. He flips us over quickly, now I’m lying on top of him. Trying to catch my breath, I notice how hot it is. I know I have the air conditioner on. Everyone knows that when you live in Paradise Valley, Arizona, the air conditioner has to stay on most of the year. I rub my hand back and forth on Showken’s chest, and feel the heat radiating off his body. Shit, he has a fever.
“Hey, you have a fever. Why didn’t you stay at home instead of spreading your germs? I can’t get sick, I have bills to pay, which require me working.”`
“Aww, you worried about me? Thanks love, but I don’t have a fever.”
“Umm, yes you do,” I say, lifting my body off him. “I can feel the heat all over you. I should have noticed this before sleeping with you. I need to make myself some green tea. I hear it can sometimes prevent colds.” I slide next to him, and he watches my every move.
“I’m not sick, beautiful, just . . . happy,” he says, in deep thought.
“Don’t try to be tough, if you’re sick I’ll make you some soup, but you can’t sleep in my bed. I have to work, sick is not something I can afford.”
“I’m not sick, now stop all this talk about your bills, work, and soup. I can pay your bills if that’s what troubles you.” He looks healthy, but his body is on fire. He’s taking some Tylenol regardless. I’m not taking any money from him; I pay my own way. Besides, the men I’ve encountered always want something in return from me.
“I don’t want your money. That is never up for discussion, I will work and pay my own bills. Now, I’m no doctor, but I know a fever when I feel one. I’m going to my medicine cabinet in the bathroom and getting you some Tylenol. Before you say anything, that’s not up for discussion either.” He gives me a huge smile and those dimples make me want to just bite him. Damn, he’s fine. He licks his lips and stares at me for a few seconds.
“Listen, sometimes my body can get hot,” Showken says. “I’m pleased to see you caring about me like this, but I’m not taking any Tylenol. Now as for me paying your bills, don’t close a conversation before it starts,” he continues. “I want to spend more time with you, I want to hear you say ‘I love you, Showken’ not only when we are having sex. I need you around more, not working two jobs; we need to see each other often. I can relax and spend more time with you, as it’s a family business, my brothers can handle it.”
“What are you saying, Showken?” I say, suspicious.
“I want to take care of you, spend time with you, and maybe take you to my land.”
“Showken, wait… this, us, we are not even supposed to be in bed together. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I really like you, but be honest, this between us will never work.” I take a deep breath. “We should not make plans to spend more time together. I think that after this night, let's go our separate ways, okay.”
“You really think I will walk away from you. Love, I’m not your average guy, I will spend time with you. You want me as much as I want you. Don’t you want to know me better? I could be a monster,” he says, smiling. Though he’s smiling, there is something that looks like fear in his eyes. He can’t want me that bad, he just told me about all of his women, besides, my past is not something he would like.
“You hungry?” he asks
“Umm, no, it’s late. I try not to eat late, it’s not good for you.”
“Well, I’m going to raid your fridge.” Hold up, he’s got my mind sidetracked. I just said we should not see each other, and he talking about spending more time together.
“Showken, wait. I don’t think you understand. I’m not asking for this to end. I’m telling you it will end.” Showken climbs out of the bed, showing me his entire body. I don’t ever think I’ve seen him in his entirety long enough to admire this unbelievable man in front of me. His body is ripped. There is not one piece of fat on him. His arms are huge, those abs look delicious and his legs have muscles everywhere. He must work out every day. I finally bring my eyes up to his, and he is smiling again.
“Do you like?”
“Yeah, but it won’t stop my decision, no matter what.”
“I’m going for food, be ready for round two,” he says, walking out of the room. He is stubborn. I mean this must be a pride thing, why would he want me? I keep telling him to leave me alone, yet he still insists he wants to spend more time with me. I’m not sure if I want to spend more time. That could lead to him asking about my past, and I don’t want to explain anything to him. He wouldn’t understand that selling my body for money was all I could do to eat every day. I have been on drugs, taking anything and everything to avoid thinking about what I was doing. I’ve been clean for four years now. I’m not really supposed to drink, but I never was an alcoholic, everything else, that’s another story. I am listening to see if he’s coming back when I smell food. Is he cooking? He really is hungry, shit. I try to think what he could be cooking; everything was frozen, except some T.V. dinners and some lunchmeat in the fridge. I smell food cooking. I sit for a minute, realizing that it sounds like he’s frying something.
“SHOWKEN!” I yell. He is at the door within seconds; damn he can run. “What are you doing in my kitchen? It smells and sounds like you are frying food. I thought there was food left over?”
“There was some food left over, but I ate that while I was taking out the hamburger meat to make some burgers. I made you one, too. You’ll need your energy,” he says, grinning wickedly.
“How is the meat thawed that quick?”
“I have my ways, besides you know I’m a hot guy,” he says, laughing. He turns and goes back into the kitchen. Then I hear his voice by my ear, ‘round two, Love’. I rub my ear, looking around the room; he’s not in here, but I’m sure I just heard his voice next to my ear, I almost want to say I could feel his breath on me. I yell for him. He comes to the door like he’s been there the entire time.
“Showken, did you . . . never mind.” I’m going to sound like a lunatic. I knew all those drugs would catch up with me one day, never thought it would start now.
“Did I what, sweetie?”
“Never mind, my mind is damaged some. I think sleep is calling me,” I say, slowly. I must need sleep. I know I heard him at my ear.
“Yes, get some rest. I’ll be back in one hour, with dessert,” he says, leaving me to think of his hot body and cupcakes. I get comfy and drift off to sleep.
***
I don’t hear him come into
the room, but I feel his body pushed up against my back. He wakes me with gentle kisses on my back and shoulder.
“Hey, beautiful, I want to talk with you before dessert,” he says, laying his head on my shoulder as he hugs me tight. I’m a little nervous about talking. I glance at the clock on my dresser and see it’s after 2 a.m. I try to turn to face him, but he holds me still.
“There are things about me I can’t tell you right now. I will tell you, though, I promise. I just want you to know I’m not perfect.” I lie there absorbing what he just said. Showken has some secrets and they must be really deep, but why tell me? Oh, I almost forgot, he doesn’t accept we are not getting together.
“What things?”
“Things that you wouldn’t believe,” he breathes into my hair, and I feel his body getting warmer.
“Showken, nothing you say will shock me.”
“Yes, there are some things that will shock you, but I’m not giving you up. I will tell you later. Now, I have dessert for you,” he says, and I feel the smile on my back. I can’t help but smile, too. I’m tired, but he’s not taking no for answer on anything right now.
“I’m not hungry, remember?”
“I know you’re not, but I am,” he says, reaching behind his back, I hear him pick something up. He brings his arm back around me and sets down a box of red velvet cupcakes. Oh, this is going to be a long night. I will enjoy it, because come tomorrow I will end this before I get hurt.
“You only have two choices, baby,” Showken says, flipping me onto my back. I gasp at how fast he moves me. I can’t help feeling butterflies. He slides his body over mine, only to rise straddling my hips. He is so close that I feel the heat from his skin all along my body, but we are joined only at the axis. I can feel his erection bumping against my pelvis. He picks up two cupcakes. “Soft or rough?”
This is exciting.
“Ummm . . . ” I can’t decide. “Rough,” I say. He immediately smears both cupcakes roughly over my breasts, belly, hips and my sex, licking each finger after he’s done. Now I’m covered in red velvet cupcakes.
“Time to eat,” he grins.
***
I’m sore. It’s morning, and I should be up, getting ready for work. Yet I’m in bed with Showken, with a sore body. He is not allowed to bring any cupcakes to my home again. Wait, there will not be any more over-nighters. I need to get up and get ready for work. I shake Showken a little to wake him, he needs to go home, work, or something, he just has to leave here.
“Baby, go back to sleep, you need to rest,” he says, moving closer. I didn’t think we could get that close, but he has found a way to have our legs and bodies touching. I’m really going to miss this.
“I have to work, and you have to leave,” I say. I feel soft kisses on my shoulder, God I’m going to miss this.
“Oh, I called and made arrangements for you at work, both jobs. So lets sleep or… ”
“What do you mean you made arrangements? I can’t miss days just because, my rent will be due soon!” I snap. I can’t believe he called my jobs. I’m not a little girl, if I wanted the day off I know how to take a day off. He will not control my life.
“Showken, you can’t-”
He cuts me off, “I can, I want to get to know you better, and you were all about working today, so I fixed it. Don’t worry, you will still get paid. I just want you to come over to my home, and we can have a day of you and me,” he says. Damn, he has a sexy voice.
“How did you convince my boss to give me a day off? He’s liable to hire a new waitress. I’m sure my other job has fired me by now . . . Showken, you are not good for me, I need to work and you need to run a business.”
“I need to have morning sex, shower sex and then we go out for breakfast and have a day of fun. As for how I got the day off, when I said I called, I did call, my brother Domlen, and he can be very convincing.”
I just lie there and think. It’s like a losing battle with Showken, he never gives up.
“Showken, I-”
“No. Sex, more sex, day of fun,” he says, chuckling. He pins me down and is on top of me, rubbing his body on mine.
“Showken!” I yell, smiling.
“You know you want it.”
“Well, maybe your idea sounds good but-”
“No buts either, unless we are talking about your round, firm, and sweet, I might add, buttocks.” I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Why can’t I say no? Oh, yeah, I love him. I’ve got to get myself out of this situation. It doesn’t look like it’s going to happen today.
“Fine, I will spend the day with you, but so help me Showken, if I’m fired tomorrow I’m going to kick your ass,” I say, raising a brow. He chuckles, leaning down over me. He tricks me, I think he’s going to kiss me on the lips, but no. He tilts his head, leans in closer and sticks his tongue in my ear, causing me to scream. I feel warm everywhere now. “Mmmm,” I moan. I guess this is round one. This is going to be the last day together. It has to be, who wants a whore like me.
SHOWKEN
I owe Domlen. He really came through for me. I originally asked Layern, but he was occupied with some women. I’m glad my brother is back from his lonely state. Marilyn and I had a great morning, and I want to have a fun day with her. I’ve arranged for us to go hiking and have a private lunch and a helicopter ride. I hope this all goes as planned. I need to stop by the house first and see my brothers, with Warton here there is no telling what could happen. I have Marilyn and Bruiser in my Hummer, and that’s all that matters. I glance over and see her staring out of the window. I know she has doubts about us, but she’s my Wella, I just have to convince her. I’m not used to this, women fall at my feet, literally. This convincing her is tiring, but she’s worth it.
“Beautiful,” I say. “We are going to stop at my house first, I have to pick up some things for our day.” I can’t stop staring at her. If I were human all the way, not paying attention to the road could be fatal, but my beast can watch for me.
“Hey, keep your eyes on the road. Besides, when are you going to tell me where we are going?”
“Surprise means not knowing, love. Patience, we must work on that, I can help in that area.”
“Oh no, you are not teaching me patience, ever. I might lose my mind.” She smiles and I want her now. We finally make it to my home.
***
“Why don’t you and Marilyn stay for an early lunch?” Hawken asks. I’m not sure what’s going on, but my brothers know that I’m going to be gone all day. I’m not eating with them. We are barely in the door. Marilyn looks at me. I don’t want to be here. Besides, Warton is here to watch me, so I’m definitely not staying.
“Sorry brother, we have plans,” I say, calmly. I try to go around him, and he makes a point of getting in my way. We stare at each other for a few seconds.
“Hey, I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think you boys should calm down,” Marilyn says, getting between us. “I can feel tension between you two.” I really could punch Hawken, he is the delivery service of bad news. I hear Domlen coming, shit.
“Hey brother, early lunch won’t hurt, it’s already prepared,” Domlen says, turning towards Marilyn. “There are no boys in this house, watch your words,” he says. He looks at me, and he must see the anger on my face. I’m going to rip his head off.
“Domlen, don’t. My lady, not yours,” I say, glaring.
I glance at Marilyn, who looks nervous now. I take her hand and push through Hawken, walking her to my room. Once inside, I breathe a sigh of relief. I shield the door using one of my powers, making it impossible for my brothers to come inside.
“Are you okay, precious?” I ask, walking towards her. She’s standing, looking around like she’s never been in here.
“Yes, I’m fine . . . I think I should go to work. Your brothers, I don’t think they like me. I think it’s best if I go.” I stop walking just a couple of feet in front of her. After all I’ve told her, she still thinks I will let her go.
“No, my brothers are fine with you, it’s me they have a problem with,” I say, walking closer to her again. “I want you badly right now, we have a whole day together.” The knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Layern. I go and open the door.
“What?”
“Stay, just to eat a little.” He looks at me, and then gives Marilyn a huge smile. “Hello Marilyn, it’s nice to see you again. I promise my brothers and I will be on our best behavior. I just told Domlen he owes you an apology. So, will you stay to eat with us?” Layern is back. I do believe he’s flirting with Marilyn. I give him a low growl and his eyes are now on me. I’m not Draken, nobody could be that jealous, but I’m not that far away. I’m a dragon first, and it’s my nature to protect what’s mine. Dragons are possessive naturally, but we are Draglen descendants, and our blood drips with jealousy.
“Yes, we will stay and eat. Bruiser will need a bowl of water.” What? I can’t believe her. She was just saying she should leave; now she wants to stay. She’s up to something. Marilyn, you don’t know what you’ve just committed us to.
“I’ll see you both in a few,” Layern says. “Oh, Marilyn, my brothers and I always love a beautiful woman to grace our table. Bruiser will be taken care of also.” He walks away. Closing the door, I turn towards her and she sits down on my bed. What is she thinking?
“Baby, what are you trying to do? My brothers are . . . different. We should get our backpacks and go. I’ll make sure we have lunch,” I say, hoping. I don’t want to eat with them right now; I really want to know more about Marilyn. Besides, she’s going to have to find out the truth soon. I want her, and need to claim what’s mine.
“Showken, your brothers are determined to get us to stay, I’m not sure why, but I want to know. Maybe they know something about you that I should know,” she says, tilting her head. Does she think- wait, she thinks my brothers have her best interest at heart. Oh Marilyn, I’m the only one you can trust right now.
“They know something,” I murmur.
“What was that?”
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