***
Marcus
“Marcus Bailey. You’re out,” yet another cop says from the other side of the bullpen I’ve been put in to wait until someone bails me out.
“What?” the guy brought in for drunk and disorderly conduct says as I stand up. He’s been telling me his sad and sorry tale of woe for the last hour and a half and currently looks very confused. “I thought you said yer name was ‘Jack Mehoff’.”
I press my lips together in a smile, but don’t address his query. “Good luck Davo. Hope you can sort things out with your wife when you get home,” I reply, before moving to the barred sliding door.
As I move past the other men, some of them claim they knew who I was all along, while others are either too out of it to respond, or just don’t give a shit. I flat out denied who I was the moment I was asked and then just kept my head down.
The officer leads me out into another room where my things are returned to me and I’m taken to where I’m expecting to meet Lisa. Although, I freeze, surprised when I’m greeted by Naomi and Theo.
“How are you, Marcus?” Theo asks, offering me his hand to shake.
I slap my hand against his forearm and pull him into a hug. “Better now. I’ve missed you big brother.”
We separate and look at each other. He smiles, looking a little sad over everything that’s passed between us. “I never thought I’d say it – but, I missed you too little brother. You and your stupid fucking cocky attitude. It’s been a lonely couple of years, man. Things just haven’t been the same without you around.”
“How are mum and dad?” I ask.
He shrugs. “They’re fine. They’ll be happy to see you. Mum’s been keeping a scrapbook for you and recording everything she can. They miss you.”
I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of my guilt settle on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry for being such a jerk for so long. I should have called you back.”
Theo slaps me on the shoulder. “We’re family, man. It’s water under the bridge now.”
Nodding, I give Theo another quick hug and slap him on the back good naturedly, before turning to Naomi who’s been standing right near us, watching with watery eyes.
“Hey Nomes,” I say softly, pulling her into a hug too. “I’m sorry for being a jerk to you too.”
She gives me a slight grin and shrugs. “You were always a bit of a jerk, Marcus. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
I let an amused burst of air out of my nose as I place my hands on my hips. Funny how some people are exactly the same no matter how much time passes. It’s nice. I’m glad I called them.
“Are you ok though? You’ve been through a lot tonight.” Naomi asks, looking me over like she’s looking for cuts and scrapes.
“Looks like I’m going to have a record, but other than that, I’m just peachy. Thanks for coming to bail me out. Lisa was going to come but I think she might be having a bit of trouble with the press.”
“You think?” Theo comments, nodding to the television suspended to the wall in the waiting area. On it, there’s a news report showing my car driving along the street with the caption, ‘Leisil Marx attacks one and steals car in her most recent revenge plot involving Marcus Bailey.’
My mouth drops open. “What the hell is going on?” I say to myself, watching as the news helicopter continues to film her driving around the same block three times. A flash of footage, filming her from the side as she takes a corner shows her looking slightly harassed and…squashed up. Suddenly, I’m reminded of why she refused to go in my car. Her head is touching the roof.
As I watch the news broadcast, my heart swells with affection for this woman. What she’s doing right now is nothing short of amazing. She’s keeping them busy so they don’t find me. Fuck, I think I’m falling in love with this woman.
***
Lisa
“Holy shit, Leis. You’re all over the news. They think you’re going to smash his car into something,” Sandra informs me from the other end of the line. Her voice fills the car through the Bluetooth. It’s almost as if she’s here with me.
I turn another corner. “I’m not! I’m trying to use all of my spy skills to lose them. But it’s not working. I’ve been driving for over an hour and now there’s a fucking helicopter! What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Well, what would Jason Stratham do in this situation?” she asks calmly.
“Crap. I don’t know. He’d pull some trick driving manoeuvre and lose them in a parking garage or something.”
“Exactly,” she replies and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“That’s it! A parking garage! I can see a big shopping centre up ahead. There’s no way they’ll be able to cover all the exits. I’m going to cut through there.”
“Maybe you should leave the car there and catch a cab?”
“Sandra. I’m driving a Porsche 911 that isn’t mine. I am not leaving it in a shopping centre’s parking garage. It will be stripped and sold for parts in no time.”
“True. True. What are you doing to do then?”
“Something a little illegal.”
I hit the end call button on the steering wheel and turn into the enormous shopping centre’s car park, then begin winding my way through the levels until I reach the exit furthest from the way I entered. As I drive through the gate, I flick off my lights so I’m not as visible in the dark of the night, and using the GPS, I navigate my way back to Marcus’s apartment building, praying that I won’t get pulled over by the police for driving at night with no lights.
When I’m almost there, I flick the lights back on and thank god his parking garage is gated. The moment it closes behind me, I park the car and breathe a huge sigh of relief and burst into tears. I never want to be involved in a paparazzi chase ever again. That was just… horrible.
On shaky legs, I get out of the car. Wiping away my tears as I look around for a way to get out of here, I see the elevator bay and head over to it, using the key on Marcus’s chain to gain access.
As I ride up to his apartment my tears keep on flowing. I feel so lost right now and somehow, I’m supposed to get to the police station to bail Marcus out. My only thought is that I’ll need to call Sandra again so she can drive me there unseen.
But first, I need to find out which police station is holding him – it’s something that didn’t even cross my mind earlier. As if hearing my thoughts of him, my phone lights up with a call, showing his smiling face and the word ‘Dude’.
“Marcus?” I say as I press the handset to my ear. “Where are you? Are you ok?”
“I’m calling to ask you the same thing. Lisa… my god. Are you ok? The news is saying that they lost you. I’m worried about you.”
I sob down the line as the stress of the evening comes crashing down on me.
“Hey, it’s ok. Don’t cry. I’ll come and get you. Forget the car, get out and dump it. I just want you safe.”
“I…I’m ok. I’m in the lift to your apartment. Where are you?”
“I’m in my apartment. Theo and Naomi bailed me out.”
“Thank god. I was freaking out that you were sitting in a cell with god only knows what kind of person trying to make you his bitch.”
He lets out a soft chuckle in response. “I’m waiting for you,” he says in a deep rumble that somehow calms me.
I let out a shaky breath. “Thank god,” I whisper, and I disconnect the call.
The doors ping and then open, revealing the most magnificent thing my eyes could ever see. “Marcus,” I cry out, practically throwing myself against him as I exit the lift.
He catches me effortlessly, lifting me so I’m wrapped around his middle. Instantly, his mouth is on mine and we’re moving through his apartment until we reach his massive bed.
Laying me down gently, he leans over me and looks down at me with his beautiful blue eyes shining. “I want you to spend the night with me. But I don’t think we should…you know,” he whispers, looking slightly pained.
“I mean, I want to… I just don’t want this night to be our beginning. Does that make sense?”
I reach my hand up and run it down the side of his face, delighting in the sensation of his stubble against my palm. “It makes perfect sense,” I whisper back. He turns his head and kisses my palm before dropping his weight so he’s lying beside me with his arm around my waist. Turning in his arms, I lay so we’re face to face.
He lifts his hand to smooth back my hair. “I got you to change your mind,” he smiles.
I grin in return. “Yes, you did. I guess I’m not the exception to the rule after all. I couldn’t resist your charms.”
He brings his mouth to mine, making out with me like we’re teenagers. “You are you know,” he murmurs after a while.
“I am what?”
“The exception to the rule. I’ve never had this with someone before. I’ve never cared enough to take it slow. I’ve never been transfixed with only one person. You just… you amaze me. I think you’re amazing.”
“Aren’t you afraid that I’m going to ruin your career or something? Your fans are already so angry…”
“Babe, after what you did for me tonight, how could I ever be afraid of anything?”
I roll onto my back and look at the ceiling. “I didn’t do anything good Marcus. This all happened because of me. If I had have been honest about who I was…”
“Then your life would be different and we may not have met,” he tells me immediately, gripping my side and guiding me so I roll to face him again.
I look into his eyes and my heart swells. I’m filled with a sense of…I can’t even think that word right now… but this feels big.
“You’ve got all the answers don’t you?” I murmur, and he smiles in response before kissing me again.
“The world doesn’t matter, Lisa. Only we do.”
Chapter 12
Marcus
Despite both of us being totally exhausted from the events of that evening, Lisa and I stay awake, simply making out and talking in between, until eventually we pass out, fully clothed and in each other’s arms.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Lisa’s beautiful face, soft from sleep. Her dark hair has loosened from the pins that held it in place all night and strands fall softly against her milky skin.
Her pink lips, bright and slightly swollen from our night of kissing are slightly parted as she breathes deeply - peacefully.
There has never been a time in my life when I’ve felt this close to a woman. If you had have told me six months ago, that I’d spend over a month with a woman I was really into without touching her, I would have called you a liar. Add to that the fact that we just spent the night together – sleeping – and I would have called you crazy.
But here I am, the man who swore he didn’t need love in his life, lying next to a woman who has slowly and surely captured my heart. I have a whole album’s worth of songs inside me about everything I’ve been feeling since she walked into my life. It could very well be my best work yet.
She whimpers lightly in her sleep and presses her body closer to mine. Slowly, I feel myself stirring down below. I move away slightly so my erection doesn’t press into her thigh, but the loss of contact causes her to wriggle even closer to me, right up against my cock.
I let out this tiny groan. It’s barely audible but god, she’s making me ache right now and I’m trying to do this right.
Feeling it’s the right thing to do, I roll away again, and just like that last time, she moves so she’s against me, and this time, she throws her leg over mine and slides it up and down, rubbing against me. Fuck she’s talented. Without even trying, she’s driving me wild.
I bite my lip against the sweet torture and all of my resistance crumbles. “Fuck it,” I moan, turning toward her and taking her mouth in mine.
Instantly, her arms are around me and she’s whimpering in my mouth as she rocks her body against me. “Finally,” she murmurs in a husky, sleep worn voice. She sits up so she’s on her knees beside me, and takes her hair out completely, allowing it to fall free over her right shoulder.
Smiling, she reaches down and pulls her dress up over her head. Seductively, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she holds the dress out to the side, pausing for a moment before dropping it on the floor beside the bed.
I have never wanted a woman more than I do right now.
Lisa
My heart is thudding so hard in my chest right now. I want him. I’ve allowed myself to feel so much more for him than I wanted to. I don’t know that I should have let it get this far, but I feel like there’s no turning back. We need to get each other out of our system.
Marcus sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor next to my dress before taking me in his arms, kissing me as he guides me onto the bed and leans over me.
His mouth moves with mine as his hands slide over my ribs, causing my skin to prickle delightedly under his touch. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing from my mouth and down my neck.
I arch my back, expecting him to move to my breasts, but he pauses. “Are you sure Lisa? I don’t want you to rush into this.”
Opening my eyes, I relax my body and meet his concerned gaze. “I’m sure, Marcus. I want this. Before the world breaks in and ruins our day again – I want this. I want you Marcus. Be with me,” I whisper, as I slide my hands up over his back, curling my nails and dragging them up and down his back gently.
He dips his head and takes my mouth in his once again. The kiss doesn’t have the restraint in it that it did last night. With this kiss, I can tell he isn’t holding anything back.
His hands move from my ribs and gently caress the underside of my breasts, causing a surge of need to overcome me. I whimper a little and arch my body toward his. I want his touch. I want him.
Kissing his way down my neck, he continues this time toward the curve of my c-cup breasts. He runs his tongue down my cleavage as his hand cups my flesh through the lace, expertly finding my nipple and teasing it gently.
His fingers move up and pull back the fabric cup, releasing my breast and causing me to gasp as his mouth closes over my hardened peak. Still kneading the flesh, he grazes his teeth over the sensitive skin of my nipple, sucking it into a firm peak before moving over to my other breast and performing the same act.
My breathing deepens as I grip at the back of his head and continue to pull him toward me. As much as I’m enjoying the foreplay, I’m aching to have him inside me. But I have to say - waiting is divine.
Lifting my body as his hands slide behind me to undo my clasp, we discard my bra, along with our clothing on the floor. “Oh god, Lisa. I have dreamt about you every night since we met.”
I slide my hand between us, rubbing over what feels like a very hard and impressive cock. “Do you think you’re dreaming now?” I ask.
He hooks his fingers in the waistline of my panties. “Fuck. I hope not,” he says as he pulls them down, and throws them to the side. “Because this will end soon if it is.”
Sitting on his knees, his eyes wander over my naked body, taking in everything about me. He reaches out and runs his fingers down the slight scar from my appendix operation, then leans down to kiss it softly.
I feel worshipped.
My heart swells and aches at the same time. This all feels so bittersweet as a little voice inside my head tells me that we can’t possibly last. The world will get the better of us.
As he moves down my body and settles between my legs, I tell that voice to shut the fuck up – I have a beautiful moment to enjoy.
Marcus
Holy shit. This woman is fucking amazing. I love a girl who looks after herself but I don’t like hairless. Lisa has this neat little strip of dark hair leading straight down to a smooth centre; I’m dying to taste her.
I position myself between her legs and kiss her gently, everywhere except where she wants me to be. She’s whimpering a little as she tries to move to gui
de me to the right spot.
Unable, to hold on any longer, I flick my tongue over her protruding clit then let out a groan as I close my mouth over it and swirl my tongue around the tiny nub. She is so hard right now. I suck back, increasing the blood flow just before I slide my tongue between her folds and taste her slick wet juices.
I’m in heaven, and heaven is a place where I’m craving this deliciously wet pussy around my cock as much as I’m craving that moment when her juices flow even more and she calls out in orgasm. It’s a beautiful moment and one I don’t tend to share with many women. But with Lisa, I feel like I could be lost in her body forever.
Moving back up to her clit, I love the fact that her hips jolt when my tongue connects. I suck and swirl again, this time entering her pussy with two of my fingers. She gasps and whimpers, then groans and gasps again as I curl my fingers upward and she’s on the brink of exploding.
Her gasps become louder and closer together as her thighs tighten around my head. Her hips buck and she grips wildly at the sheets of the bed before eventually calling out enough.
Pulling back, I slide my fingers out of her and keep my eyes on hers as I lean down and run my tongue through the wet flow of her orgasm.
“Condom,” she says breathlessly. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
I get up from the bed. “I’ll go and grab one,” I tell her, kissing her deeply as I force myself to pull away.
“Wait. You don’t have any in here?”
“No Lisa. You have the honour of being the first, and hopefully the last woman in my bed.”
With that said, I head into the bathroom and grab the box of condoms before deciding to put it back and only take one – I don’t want to seem to presumptuous.
“Come over here,” Lisa instructs as I re-enter the room. “I want to put it on you.”
Grinning, I move over to her and relinquish the foil packet as she reaches out and undoes my pants, sliding her hand inside and along my shaft as she keeps her eyes on mine. She has this wicked look in her eyes as she slides my jeans down just enough to free my cock. It makes me want to grab her and ravage her instantly.
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