She didn’t say anything, but her eyes said it all.
Marcus came into the room, moving lightly on his feet, and then he was in the bed with her. She kicked the covers away and he was leaning over her, his body pressing down against hers. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through the layers of clothing.
But she was focused on his lips. They lightly touched hers and she lost herself in them. They were soft, tender, moving perfectly with her own. She felt his tongue slide against her lips, pushing in, and she let it and pressed her own against it. It wasn’t messy, it wasn’t anything wrong. Somehow, Marcus knew exactly what to do.
As his lips moved over her own, his hands started to move down her body. One found the back of her head, cradling her and holding her close, while the other started against her cheek, then moved lightly down to her neck, and then moved to her chest. He squeezed one of her breasts gently, just enough that she could feel her nipple stiffen against the shirt, and then his hand was moving down… down… down.
It slid underneath the waistband of the pants she was wearing – and kept moving downwards. She wasn’t wearing any panties since they were being washed. His hand moved down to the space between her legs, brushing her wetness ever so gently – and she moaned against his lips and bucked forward in pleasure.
She hadn’t been with a man for so long that the merest of touches drove her wild – and Marcus knew exactly what he was doing. She was dripping wet with anticipation and one of his fingers moved between her legs, brushing against her clit, and she found herself moaning even louder. Then it was sinking deeper, plunging into her, her tightness wrapping around it even as she tightened her thighs around his hand.
Her hands, which had previously been running through his hair and cupping his cheeks, came away and peeled her shirt over his head. He wasted no time. His lips broke their kiss and he was kissing her chest, then one of her breasts, sucking a nipple between his lips wetly and hard.
She peeled his shirt over his head, breaking his lips against her skin, but they immediately went back. His hand between her legs never stopped. His fingers lightly brushed against her and she closed her eyes, rolling on waves of pleasure, helpless to him.
She could feel his hardness pushing against one of her thighs and she moved her hands from his chiseled chest down between his legs, dipping underneath his pants and underwear and grabbing his massiveness, gasping aloud at just how massive it actually was.
Now, it was his turn to moan. She stroked him slowly, running her hand up his shaft and then lightly over the tip of his cock. It wasn’t much, but his breathing started to become just a bit faster and she knew she was doing something right.
Marcus pulled his hand out of her pants and then in one swift movement, he yanked them from her body and tossed them somewhere in his room. She was completely naked in front of him. She had expected to feel self-conscious, but his golden eyes told her that he thought she was perfect.
His lips found a breast and then moved downward, kissing her stomach, then her navel, and then ending at the space between her legs. She closed her eyes and grabbed a pillow, putting it over her face to muffle her moans as his lips found her.
She felt his tongue flick against her clit and she lurched forward in pleasure before dropping back down with a scream. His lips moved to her, sucking, kissing, his tongue licking just the right spots. She could feel a heat building between her legs, rising rapidly.
And then he was kissing one of her thighs, going down to her knee, then crossing back over to the other one. She wanted to tell him – no, beg him – to move back to what he was doing before – but then he was, his lips like heaven against her.
The pleasure started to build again, and it grew much faster than the time before. Her face was flushed, her breathing was fast, and she was losing herself entirely to Marcus.
She felt her orgasm building quickly. She moaned into the pillow, her moans almost screams of pure pleasure as it finally washed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her body. Her thighs tightened around Marcus’s head. Her fingers dug into the pillow and the side of the bed.
Finally, when her orgasm had completely passed and Angie was trying to catch her breath, Marcus brought himself up to her. She tossed the pillow away. He kissed her lightly on the lips, his body still on hers.
Angie reached out and grabbed his pants and underwear, pushing them down, and he was kicking out of them until they were both completely naked, Marcus on top of her.
She nodded at him, feeling his massiveness pressing against the inside of one of her thighs. He lowered himself onto her, pushing his body up, and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness. He pushed a bit harder and she felt her slit open up ever so slightly, her juices sliding along his member and letting him push inside of her.
Closing her eyes again, Angie let a brand new type of pleasure take over. He pushed slowly, ever so slowly, tenderly and lovingly inside of her. She moaned and he moaned and she wasn’t sure if he could fit completely inside of her, but he kept pushing and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of his length, he pushed a little bit more and more.
Then he was completely inside of her and they were as one. She felt his thickness pulsing, the heat of his cock deep within her body, feeling entirely full, entirely right.
Slowly, he pulled out of her until only the tip of his penis was still inside of her. And then he pushed back in. He pulled out, going slow, taking things easy and letting her adjust to him.
They slowly increased in speed. Marcus pushing himself deep into her, Angie angling her body up until he was sliding against her clit with every stroke.
She didn’t know how long they went on for, but it felt like hours‒ hours of pure bliss and pleasure, everything so perfect and right in the world. Gone were her worries, his worries, everything that had happened in the recent and distant past.
She felt another orgasm approaching and she welcomed it. Her screams were loud, but there was no one around to hear except for her and Marcus, and she felt herself tighten around his cock – and his breathing became fast and ragged and then, he, too, was cumming, pushing his cock deep into her with a primal roar. She felt his penis spasm, felt a hot rush of his seed deep inside of her, and felt herself tighten around him again and again and again.
It seemed to last for minutes and then finally they were spent. Marcus kissed her deeply, still inside of her, and finally he rolled off and she cuddled up into his arms. He pulled her close, their bodies hot and heaving, and Angie felt safe.
She wanted to tell him how much she cared for him. How much he meant to her, how good of a person he was. How she wanted to stay – stay here in Charming, stay here forever in his arms, in his bed – it didn’t matter where, really. As long as they were together, she knew everything would be right.
But instead, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 25
Marcus jumped awake at the sound of his radio, but it was nothing that concerned him. He stood at the sink and filled up a cup with water before taking a few deep, slow drinks. He looked outside, seeing the morning was already bright and sunny.
He thought of Angie, laying back in his bed, asleep. Last night…
Last night had been one of the best nights in his life. Truthfully, there was no other way about it. There was something there, something about Angie that made him feel…
Right? Okay? Perfect? That it’s okay to be… me?
He knew things between them could never last. That hurt, but in the end, maybe that was okay. He’d known that going into his room last night, after all, and he knew she did, too. Their last few weeks had been tough, dangerous, and…
Somehow, wonderful.
He shook his head, grinning to himself. He hadn’t thought like that in years.
He looked out the window one last time before turning back to go wake Angie up when he noticed his police car was gone.
He made his way back to the room �
�� and his worse fears were confirmed.
She’s gone. She left me.
The pile of clothes that had previously been their pile of clothes was now reduced to just his.
I didn’t even notice. I didn’t even wake up. She didn’t even say goodbye…
But he couldn’t fault her for that. They both knew it couldn’t last and he didn’t blame her for wanting a clean break.
Maybe it’s for the better.
But it hurt. More than he’d hurt any time he could remember – maybe more than he’d ever hurt.
What do I want in life?
And he knew the answer to that: he wanted Angie Campbell. He wanted her smile, her no nonsense attitude. He wanted her and her drive, her determination, her stubbornness. He wanted everything that was her, one hundred percent.
She can fix me. And now she’s gone.
Marcus tried to dwell on the good, but her leaving…
He made his way to the laundry room and grabbed a fresh set of underwear, jeans, and a white shirt. He didn’t even blame her for taking his car, which was his only way to get back to town.
He would just have to walk, though he dreaded the thoughts that would form on the long walk. He wanted to focus on the good, he truly did. But he knew that he couldn’t.
He heard his door open and his first instinct was to reach for his weapon – but it was out in the kitchen. He opened the door, unsure of who would be showing up at his house –
And it was Angie Campbell.
“You’re finally up?” she asked. Then she saw the look on his face and asked, “What?”
“I thought…” Marcus said, his face going hot. “I thought…”
“That I had left you?” she asked, smiling warmly. He couldn’t help but grin at that. Her smile lit up the entire kitchen – and it was already well lit to begin with. “Just some coffee. Do you want some?” He nodded. “It’s the new coffee shop, be forewarned.”
“Not the R & C?”
“Not the R & C,” she confirmed. “I figured if I’m going to stick around here for a little while, I’d best support the business that I put here in the first place. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”
Marcus didn’t completely process the words.
“You’re…?” was all he managed.
“Yes,” she said, walking up to him and carrying a cup of coffee. “I’m going to stick around here for a while. I’m not going to back out of this job just because of what happened. That is, if there’s enough room for the both of us in this town.”
“Angie… I… I don’t know what to say,” he said. And it was true. He’d hoped against everything that she would somehow stay, that there would be something more between them. He wanted it.
No, he needed it.
“Tell me how the coffee is,” she grinned. “That would be a start. Because if it’s no good – truly no good – I might have more than my work cut out for me.”
He set the cup of coffee down on the table. He didn’t want the coffee right then.
All he wanted was Angie.
And I can have her. For once in my life, I can have what I want. What I desire. What I need. I can be happy. I can be…
I can be me.
And she’ll right here with me. For a little while, and that’s more than enough for me. More than I deserve.
He grabbed her, then – he pulled her close to him. She screamed in mock alarm but let herself be dragged right up to him. He grabbed her by the small of her back, one hand on the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply. He leaned her down, low to the floor, and kissed her over and over and over.
She kissed him back.
And then he did what he’d been wanting to do for so long. He picked her up, her body light in his arms, and took her back to his room, both of them laughing and smiling as each step brought them closer to his bed, where all would be right.
FIN
Keep going for a sneak peak at the next book in the series, Fate’s Reaping!
SNEAK PEAK Fate’s Reaping Chapter 1
Levi Stoltz had been missing for four days. For half the population of Charming, this wouldn’t be alarming – chances were they were halfway through a bender; but Levi Stoltz was a God-fearing man, Pastor at the only church in the whole damn town, and he’d just missed Sunday mass.
Marcus Stone had some suspicions about the man. Namely that he’d fled from his wife, two kids, and headed up to Vegas to gamble away his life savings. He didn’t know Levi Stoltz well, but he knew people, and he knew that there was more to the man than he was letting on. But his wife was adamant that he would never do anything like that, so Marcus just nodded, gave his most noncommittal growl, and listened.
“Sheriff, he would never leave us. When I was pregnant with little Christopher,” she explained, nodding to the toddler balancing on her knee, “Levi said he would never abandon us again.”
“Again?”
Mary Stoltz looked hesitant to say more. She snapped at their older son to come sit back down. Marcus just waited patiently for her attention to turn back to him. He was in no rush. She glanced at him and he shot her a hard glare.
“Well, when I was pregnant with Levi Junior…” Pain crossed her face. “He panicked when he found out we were pregnant. Questioned his faith in the church and almost dropped out of school. But he realized God’s will and he came back to me.”
Marcus nodded. “And… uh, how long was he gone then?”
“A couple of weeks.”
“And you’re absolutely sure this couldn’t be the same type of incident?” he asked for the third or fourth time.
“Sheriff, like I said…”
“I know what you said, Mrs. Stoltz,” Marcus growled. The past few weeks had been rough between dealing with this distressed wife and now a missing man that probably wasn’t missing at all. It was starting to wear him thin. But he was Sheriff and he had a job to do, whether he wanted to do it or not. “Do you mind if I head out to your place? Poke around a bit?”
“No, no, absolutely, Sheriff. Anything that I can do to help. Anything at all,” Mary Stoltz told him. She paused. “But… the children, they have Bible study in half an hour… maybe you can check things out yourself?”
Marcus wanted to tell her how foolish that was. He was the law, yet he couldn’t help but think it was a stupid idea to let someone snoop around your house while no one was there.
Instead, he said, “That’ll be fine. I work best alone anyway,” and gave her his best smile. She told him that the key was hidden in a fake rock next to the steps and left him alone. He sighed, stood up, and grabbed his belt. He headed towards the door, tightening it and checking his revolver was firmly in place, and then he left the Sheriff’s Department.
His investigation would go much smoother without any prying eyes. He didn’t expect to find much, but he would do his job to the best of his abilities.
He scowled at his car. It was a borrowed model from Haven, slow and low to the ground, nothing like his old Bronco. But the Bronco had been totaled weeks ago during an intense car chase and shootout…
Just thinking about it made him sick to his stomach.
Angie.
He missed her so much that it was almost a physical pain in his chest. Even the slightest whisper of her name was enough to make him reach for his phone, barely able to restrain himself.
She’d been gone for almost two weeks now.
Angie Campbell was far, but she was never far from his thoughts.
But pulling up to the Pastor’s house, Marcus pushed her away into the back of his mind. It was time to do his job.
Stepping out of the borrowed car, he breathed deep. The air was warm and a slight gust brought with it the smell of crops, livestock, and something else: home. It finally felt like home. He made his way to the house, a big, white two story farmhouse with a white picket fence around the front of it. He opened the gate, found the fake rock and grabbed the key, and let himself into the front door.
He took another
deep breath, almost tasting the scent on the air. He could smell Mary Stoltz and her children, familiar and close – but the scent of her husband was faint – a smell that lingered but wouldn’t go away. Still, Marcus could tell that the man had been gone for days.
Inside was every bit as quaint as outside. In front of him was a staircase leading upstairs, but he took a quick loop around the first floor instead. He walked through a living room, a large dining room, and a kitchen with a door that lead to the back yard. He lifted the blinds and looked outside but there was nothing to catch his eye.
Upstairs, he found bedrooms off of the main hall and a bathroom. The first bedroom was the kid’s room. The next was the master bedroom. This was where he needed to be. He couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, though. There was no adrenaline, no fear, nothing that indicated that the Pastor had packed up and left in a hurry. Marcus opened up the closet, his keen eyes scanning the darkness.
There. In the corner. If he hadn’t been looking for it, he would have never noticed it. Hidden underneath some hanging coats was a couple of suitcases. He’d seen many like it before and knew they came in sets of three. Only…one is missing.
There were signs that something had been moved and Marcus suspected it was a suitcase. He ruffled through them, pushing them out of the way, and behind them was a shoe-box. Grabbing it, he ripped the lid off and took a deep breath, inhaling the unmistakable scent.
Money. Old money. It looks like the Pastor headed to Vegas after all.
He closed the closet and headed downstairs. He took another look around the house, taking his time – making sure he wasn’t missing anything. But there wasn’t anything else to find and satisfied, he locked the house and hid the key.
Marcus had one last place to check, so he headed around back of the house and looked out past the yard into the pasture behind the house. He couldn’t pick up Levi Stoltz’s scent, but he wanted to be thorough, so he decided to take a walk just the same.
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