by ANDREA SMITH
Chapter 43
I feel an enormous sense of accomplishment as we drive away from Erik’s company. I’m actually kind of proud of myself and for the first time, I feel blessed that I have this gift and even prouder of how much Ma helped those stalled souls while she’d been with them.
I wipe an errant tear with the back of my hand and then another. Seeing Cece like that holding her baby and saying that they’re finally together tore me up. How dare someone like Marshall Rydell take that from them!
“Are you okay?” Marco asks, glancing over at me.
I nod quietly. “It’s just sort’ve an emotional thing with me, I guess. We are silent for a moment, both reflecting in our own way.
The silence is broken, however, when that fucking ‘Moves Like Jagger’, from my cell starts playing.
“Fuck, I’ve got to delete that shit,” I snap, grabbing my cell from my purse.
“What is it Ryan?” I bark, inadvertently pressing the ‘speaker’ button instead of the ‘answer’ button.
Freakin’ great!
His voice comes across loud and clear. “Sorry to bother you, Parrish, but you haven’t returned my calls. I just wanted to know where you wanted your things sent,” he said quietly.
There isn’t any urgency at all in his voice, which is what I would’ve expected since I really have been unresponsive to his calls. No use in sounding like a raging bitch in front of Marco. Besides that, I don’t really feel angry any more with Ryan. Maybe what Ma said, however brief and cliché it had been, is the truth. Things happen for a reason. One door closes, another one opens; some “tragedies” are actually a blessing in disguise, every cloud has a silver lining and so on.
“Ryan,” I reply, “I’m really sorry that I haven’t gotten back to you, but the truth is that I’ve been kind of busy here...uh, helping people with a local issue. Can I get back with you tomorrow? Now is really not a good time.”
I halfway expect him to start bitching at me, but he doesn’t.
“Take your time, babe. There’s no hurry at all. In fact, your things are perfectly welcome to stay here until you sort things out. And maybe, you and I can try to sort things out…together?”
Oh my God! Is he serious? I start to call him out on this shit, but Marco intercedes.
“She’s got no interest in revisiting her past, fuck face. Parrish has moved on to bigger and certainly much better things.”
O.M.G.
I am utterly stunned by Marco’s interference, not that I should be surprised by his audacity, because it’s a pretty routine thing for him, but seriously? This is my personal business.
“Who the hell is that?” Ryan asks, as my jaw drops open, and I turn to Marco, who is calmly driving into the hotel parking lot.
“I’m Marco,” he replies easily, “And I’ve been fucking Parrish senseless for the past few weeks. You, my friend, are nothing more than a distant memory for her; a lapse in her judgment that I’ve managed to rectify with my cock. Oh, and by the way, you’re fucking welcome! So now, how about you take a fucking hint and stop blowing up her phone? Time for you to shove off, mate.”
He grabs my cell and shuts it off. “Problem solved,” he says, a bit of cockiness lacing his tone, as he tosses the phone into my purse. “Let’s go.”
I’m in shock of what he’s done. “What the hell?” I screech as he’s getting out of the car. He doesn’t bother responding and, in thirty seconds, he’s opening my door and ordering me out of the car.
I get to my feet and instantly I’m in his face. “What the hell did you think you were doing, Marco? You have issues with boundaries don’t you?” I snarl, jabbing my index finger into his shoulder to make my point. “That was totally obtrusive, not to mention crass and inappropriate!”
He peers down at me steadily, his amber eyes burrowing into my soul. “You clearly aren’t considering reconciling with that asshole, are you?”
His audacity knows no limits. “It’s none of your business what I do,” I snap. “But to say what you said to him makes me look like some…some—?”
“What?” he asks calmly.
“Ooh, I don’t know—some slut on the rebound!” I finally spit out, turning and walking towards the hotel lobby. Right before I get there, it finally dawns on me to ask him why we’re even here. “Why are we at your hotel, Marco?”
I turn to face him as a smile crosses over his face. He quirks a sexy brow and opens the lobby door for me. “We’ve got some unfinished business, Parrish. We need to see to it now.”
And whatever that quicksilver chemistry is that seems to permeate between the two of us, it’s back in full force. No matter how much this man pisses me off and, believe me, he infuriates me in so many ways, there’s something inside of me that refuses to deny him anything.
I don’t understand it myself. He possesses so many traits that I typically regard as distasteful. He’s arrogant and controlling; domineering and stubborn, not to mention that he’s also crass and patronizing.
It doesn’t matter though because his redeeming qualities, specifically his talented cock and magical tongue, seem to have a way of diminishing those negative traits right out of my mind.
There’s no reason to argue the fine points or even attempt to justify my acquiescence. I won’t deny myself the pleasure of Marco one last time.
Chapter 44
We’ve barely entered Marco’s suite before we’re ripping off our clothing like sex-starved animals.
We’re both standing there beside the bed naked sizing one another up like prey ready to mate. I’m totally enamored with this man’s physique.
Bold, strong and so beautifully muscled and proportioned. His Italian ancestry has served him well. I feel small and delicate next to him. His smoldering brown eyes ravage me, but only momentarily before he moves to me with panther-like grace, lifting me up against him.
I immediately wrap my legs around his torso and grind my moist heat into his taut belly, giving him proof of just how ready I am for him. I moan in anticipation of having his already erect cock splintering inside my pussy.
He moves toward the bed, lowering himself down onto it and easily turning me around, so that I’m positioned with my sex right over his mouth, his stiff cock within tongue’s reach of me. I spread my legs apart as he lowers me down, bracing them on either side of his shoulders.
“That’s my girl,” he croons huskily, his fingers now tracing along the outside of my slit, “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy all fucking day. Now it’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Marco,” I whimper, my one hand already gripping his hard erection. My tongue lightly teases the crown of his cock, lapping and trailing along the circumference in measured and deliberate strokes.
Marco’s fingers tease my moist clit and then his tongue takes over, gently flicking it while his fingers move inside to fuck my drenched pussy. I feel my clit swell with the constant flick and roll of his tongue over and around it and I hear another moan escape my lips.
I pick up momentum with my tongue on his cock, lapping the bead of pre-cum that has surfaced, trailing my tongue down the length of it and back up to where his Prince Albert cock ring strains now against the engorged head.
I feel his tongue dart into my core as his warm breath caresses the sensitive folds of my sex. He takes his time, which allows me to focus on the pleasure I’m receiving and propels me to provide the same slow and deliberate pleasure to his beautiful cock.
He slowly and methodically licks, nips and french kisses my pussy, swirling his tongue back around my clit and telling me how delicious I smell and taste in his smooth, sexy voice. I feel his words against my heat and my hips start to move in response.
My mouth takes his length in, slowly, inch by inch, my tongue swirls around his girth as I bring him in deeper.
“Mmm, baby,” he moans, arching up a bit, “God, you can suck cock.”
And I’m pleased that he’s pleasured by my mouth and tongue as he continues to pleasure me with h
is. I close my eyes and continue all the while losing myself in the waves of heated pleasure he’s giving me, mewling and writhing into his face, my juices making wet, smacking sounds as he suckles every drop from me.
I’ve got his cock totally encased now, fucking it with my mouth and his moans are continuous.
Abruptly, he lifts me from his face and I almost scream at the loss of contact, but then he tosses me on my back, his hands spreading my legs wide and, once again, he starts feasting on my drenched pussy. He’s propped my legs up on his shoulders and he’s buried his tongue deeply inside of my sex, as far as he can go. I feel the warmth start at my core and I start trembling as the spasms of my orgasm unravel inside of me, causing me to cry out his name in pleasure.
“Marco! Oh God, fuck!”
My hips are bucking up against his face with the pulsating release of my climax.
“God baby, that’s it, keep coming, don’t stop.”
And I don’t until I’m sated of my juices and a thin film of perspiration coats the both of us.
We’re not finished though as we take a few moments to catch our breath. Marco leans back on his haunches and I watch as his one hand grips his hard erection. He slowly strokes himself while watching my face.
God I love watching him touch himself!
“What is it you want, Parrish?” he asks, his eyes locking with mine.
“That,” I reply, not blinking.
“Say it.”
“Your cock.”
“A complete sentence please, using my name. I want to know whose cock it is that you want.”
I flush a bit. He’s so controlling. “I want your cock, Marco. I want your cock fucking me.”
“Very good,” he growls softly. “Let’s see what I can do about that.”
He raises up and he sees my surprise that he hasn’t gone for a condom. “No, mia caro, I think we’ll go bareback this time. Any objections?”
He strokes his cock, waiting for my answer.
“None,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider.
With one, quick and powerful thrust, he buries his cock inside of me. My legs immediately wrap around his hips, drawing him in even deeper. We both start moving in synchronized rhythm; our own signature rhythm that we have down perfectly.
As if reading my mind, his lips leave mine briefly to whisper, “We’re a perfect fit, aren’t we Parrish?”
And I tingle when he says that because it seems kind of intimate. “We are,” I reply, my mouth capturing his again, so that our tongues can mate in perfect rhythm too.
Marco swivels his hips and rocks into me deeper, his cock ring rubbing back and forth against my sweet spot. I pull in a sharp breath as the bundle of nerves there swell in response to the gentle massaging.
“Oh God,” I moan, “You lied, babe.”
He stops and raises his head to look at me.
“Don’t stop,” I whine, “I just meant those condoms don’t allow for the full pleasure of your cock jewelry.”
He continues to thrust in and out and, once again, my G-spot is at the receiving end of Marco’s lovely Prince Albert piercing as it thrums against it over and over again.
My orgasm mounts with a fury and I can tell he’s close as well. Our rhythm picks up, the thrusting is deeper and when he moans my name, that’s all it takes to push me over and I come again. It’s stronger this time, more intense, and I feel my pussy clench his cock as he comes inside of me.
He stills, gritting his teeth and then the throbbing of his release is felt deep within me as he empties himself into me. His lips work mine with an urgency as he comes and I wrap my arms tightly around him, my pussy milking every last drop from him.
We relax against one another. I bury my face into his neck, savoring his masculine scent and feeling so connected at the moment to this man that I barely know.
“Well, that was pretty fucking awesome,” he says, lifting a damp lock of my hair from my cheek. I feel his lips brush across my brow.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. I’m feeling mixed emotions now and it’s confusing. Should sex be this good when it’s just about the sex?
What are the rules?
Are there rules?
Should there be rules?
“Want to grab a shower, babe?” he asks.
“Sure,” I reply lifting my head and gazing at him. “Let’s have some good clean fun for a change.”
Chapter 45
I enter Dad’s house as quietly as possible. It’s eight-thirty on a Saturday morning and I hope like hell he and Sheila have decided to sleep in since they have staff working for them on the weekends.
No such luck.
Dad’s reading the paper and I smell coffee and bacon from the kitchen where Sheila, no doubt, is preparing breakfast.
“Good morning, Parrish,” Dad says, lowering his newspaper to peer over at me.
Yeah, I did the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do. I spent the night with Marco. After we showered, which had included a mind-blowing finger fuck, he ordered room service for us.
We’d eaten, fucked some more and then we fell asleep all tangled up in one another. I think there even might have been some ‘spooning’ involved.
Fuck me.
When I had woken up around eight and was horrified to discover I had slept over. I quietly extricated myself from underneath Marco’s arm and dressed as if the place were on fire. I got to the lobby and requested a cab. I had decided against waking Marco before I left. I mean what would I have said to him? It had been ‘no-strings’ sex, and while it had been smokin’ hot sex, I wasn’t inclined to treat it as anything more than that.
Just sex. That’s all.
I feel my father’s eyes upon me now.
Waiting for a response.
“Morning, Dad,” I reply, feeling as if I’ve broken curfew or something.
“We were worried about you last night when you didn’t come home,” he replies, staring at me. “We tried your cell, but apparently it was turned off.”
Shit.
“We?” I ask.
He gives a slight smile, “Okay, me,” he clarifies, still expecting an answer I suppose.
I walk over towards where he’s sitting. “Dad, I’m twenty-seven,” I say, “I guess I didn’t think I had a curfew. I’m not grounded or anything am I?”
He gives a soft chuckle. “I hear what you’re saying, Bambolina, but, no matter the age, parents worry. Someday you’ll understand.”
I lean down and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry, and, you’re right. I actually hadn’t meant to stay out, but there were some late developments with this whole Cece thing…”
He holds up a hand to interrupt my trail of lies. “No explanation needed. Just glad you’re okay.”
“Well I’d like to fill you in, Dad. Things are wrapped up and I need to think about what’s next for me.”
“Okay,” he says, “Let’s talk over breakfast.”
Over breakfast, I update Dad and Sheila on the situation with Cece. I had told Dad a week ago that he could let Sheila know about my gift, which he had. She is totally in awe of it and I can see her eyes widen when I tell them both what’s going to happen today with Cece and Erik.”
“Do you want me there, Parrish?” Dad asks.
“No, Dad, but thanks. It kind of makes me nervous if there’s an audience and I’m not sure if I could pull it off. I’ll be fine.”
He nods and I can tell he worries about the whole transitional thing. But there’s no need.
“Parrish,” Sheila says, “I just want you to know that I think what you’re doing is so fantastic. You’re truly blessed and I guess I’d like to think that if my Charlie were stalled, someone with your gift would be there to help him.”
I look over as she dabs a tear from her cheek. “Thanks, Sheila. And I promise you that if Charlie were stalled, I’m sure Ma would let me know.”
She nods and, still choked up, starts clearing the table.
“Parrish,” Dad says, “No pressure on you leaving, you know you can stay here as long as you like?”
“Thanks, Dad,” I reply, putting my hand over his on the table, “But sooner or later, my money will run out. I need to think of getting a job somewhere.”
He looks over at me and smiles. “Well, you realize that as my only heir, this resort will be yours someday, right?”
I look over at him sharply. “I don’t want to think about that, Dad. I’ve only just found you.”
He pats my hand with his other one to comfort me. “I’m just saying that it wouldn’t hurt for you to start learning the business here. Sheila and I would like to retire eventually and you could learn at your leisure, while earning an income.”
“It is something to consider,” I reply thoughtfully. “But, Dad, I really need a place of my own, you know?”
“I understand,” he says, “You could always move into one of the chalets on sight. They’re furnished with everything and that could be part of your compensation, how’s that?”
I actually loved the idea.
“Can I think about it, Dad?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
I get up from the table, and give him another kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad you’re my Dad,” I whisper heading out of the kitchen. And I truly am.
I shower and change and head out in Sheila’s car en route to the cemetery for one last time. I hope like hell I can pull this off.
Erik’s company truck is already parked in the lot when I arrive. He gets out when he sees me and I walk over to where he’s standing.
“Hey Parrish,” he greets, all smiles. “God, I don’t know how to act when I see her again.”
“Hi Erik. Well, for the moment, just relax, okay? I need about five minutes before you come over to her grave to get the transition going, can you hang tight here?”
“Sure. No problem,” he replies, glancing at his watch.
I make my way over to her grave, hoping I’ve allowed myself enough time with only five minutes. Hopefully, everything will go just as well as it did with Ma.
“Cece,” I call out, “Front and center, babe. Erik’s here and he’s going to be stopping by in a couple.”
