by Bec Botefuhr
Whenhefindsmybottom,heslideshisfingeraroundtheopening andthenmovesdowntomypussy,heslideshisfingerinsidemydamp foldsuntilhefindsmyentrance.HedipstwofingersinandIwhimperas hebringsmetotheedgewithgentle,deepthrusts.WhenI’maboutto come,hepullshisfingersout.Icryout,squirminginmybind.
“Marcus.”
“Sir,”hecorrectsme.
“Sir,please.”
“Soon,baby.”
Hebringshisfingersaroundtomymouthandslipsthemin,Ican tastemyownarousalandIwhimperasheswirlsthepadofhisfinger aroundonmytongue,forcingmetotasteitall.Myloinsclenchasthe eroticmomentgetsthebetterofme.Whenheslipshisfingersout,Ihear himmoveawayagain.Amomentlater,hecomesbackandIfeelacool, rubbertoypressagainstmycleft.Whenheslipsitinsideme,Iwhimper andstruggleinmybinds.
“Shhh,sweetheart,I’llmakeyoufeelgood.”
Igroanasheslidesthevibratoroutandthengentlyslipsitbackin.
Hepressesabuttonandthemachinejumpstolife,vibratingdeepinside me.Icryoutandsquirmasmypussyclenchesaroundthedevice, grippingitwithneed.
“God,you’resofuckin’beautiful,”Marcusgrowls.
“Iwanttocome,pleasesir,letmecome.”
“Notuntilmycockisinsideyou,ifyoucome,I’llspankyou.”
“Please,”Iwhimper.
“Holditoff,Sierra.”
Ican’tthough,he’sbroughtmybodytotheedgeandIcan’tstopit.I screamasmyorgasmripsthroughme,Marcuspullsthevibratoroutand beforeIcanfinishshuddering,heslideshiscockinitsplace.Thefeeling ofbeingstretched,makesmyorgasmdragoutthatmuchlongerandI screamandwritheashepicksuphispace,slidinghiscockinandoutand makingmyreleasetrulymindblowing.WhenIstopshuddering,Idon’t haveachancetocomedownfrommyhighashequickensthepace,Ican feelhisballsslappingagainstmyassashethrustshishipsandfillsme withhiscock.
“Fuck,fuck,more!”Irasp,forgettingthatIreallyshouldn’tbe lettingmyheadbouncearoundthismuch.Idon’tcarerightnowthough, itfeelstoodamnedgood.Infact,thepainalmostmakesit…dareIsay…
better?
Hehissesandhishandslapsdownontomyass,Igrowl,yesgrowl andtiltmyhipsuptomeethisthrustsdeeper.
“Again,”Irasp.
Hespanksmeagain,theburningofhisslapradiatesthroughmyass andintomyclit.Hereachesdown,flickingitwithhisthumbasherocks hishipsharderandfaster.Whenhishandslapsmeagain,Ieruptinan orgasmsointenseIseewhiteforamoment,holyshit.IhearMarcus’
roarofpleasureashiscockbeginstospurthardanddeepinsideme.He groansmynameandslowshiships,gentlyrockingandmilkingeverylast dropfromhisshaft.OurpantingcombinesandallIcanhearintheroom isthesoundofourdeep,intensebreathing.
“Baby,”hemurmursagainstmysweatslickenedback.
“God,”Iwhimper.
“You’resofuckin’perfect.”
Heslidesoutofmeandquicklyreleasesmyhands,hepullsmeup andintohishard,firmchest.Iturn,wrappingmyarmsaroundhimandI breatheinthesmellofhim,meandsex.Hestrokeshisfingertipsupand downmybackandIsighdeeplyasmybreathingbeginstoslow.
“Youdidit,”hemurmursintomyhair.
“Idid,”Isayinasmall,tiredvoice.
“Sleep,angel.”
“Marcus?”
“Hmmmm?”
Iroll,nestlingmyfaceintohischest.“Thankyou.”
“Always.Howareyoufeeling?”
“Sore,myheadishurtingalittlenow.”
Hestiffens.“Youshouldhavetoldmetostop.”
“Ididn’twantyouto,it’sok,it’snothingmajor.”
“Youneedtokeepresting.”
“Whattimeisit?”
“It’sveryearly,sleepsomemore.”
“Hmmmm,”Imurmur,feelingmyeyelidsgrowingheavy.
IfeelMarcusmoveawayamomentlater,andhetucksmeingently beforestrokingmyhairandthenleavingtheroom.Ifallintoarather blissfulsleep,lettingthepaingowithme.
~*~*~*~*
MARCUS
Isit,staringdownatherperfectsleepingform.Gorgeousthickhair fannedoutacrossthepillow,thatbeautifulfacedeepinslumber, completelyrelaxedandcontent.Iwanthertolooklikethisallthetime.I don’twanttoseeworryonherface.Well,Iwanttoseeallthatwithout theblackbruiseonhertemple.Sillygirl.Istandandpullonmysuit pantsandtuckinmywhiteshirt.Shedoesn’tmoveasIgathermy belongingsandtreadquietlyoutoftheroom.Iclosethedoorgentlyand walkintothekitchen,shruggingonmyjacketasIpoweronmyphone.
I’mgreetedwithamassofmessagesandmissedcalls.Itneverends.
Iglanceatthescreen.MostmessagesarefromChayne,afewfrom workcolleaguesandonefrom…Ben?Iopenthatvoicemailbuthe’sleft nothing.Smartman.Ifhecalledtothreatenme,leavingavoicemail wouldn’tdohimanyfavors.Iflickoutofthecallscreenandlookat Chayne’smessages,thewomanistryinghard,nodoubtsurethatI’m tryingtofindawayoutofthisblastedpre-nup.Sheknowsit,andshe’s freakingout.Can’tblameherreally.Honestlythough,sheshouldhave neverfuckingcheatedinthefirstplaceanditwouldhavenever happened.
Iturnonthecoffeemachineanddialbackafewoftheimportant calls.Twentyminutesandtwooutburstslater,andI’monecoffeedown andlateforwork.Sierrastillsleeps,soI’mnotgoingtowakeher.
Lettingmyeyesscanthekitchentop,Ifindapieceofpaperandablue pen.Idropmybriefcaseandquicklyscrollheranote.Iknowshe’llsmile whensheseesit,andthat’llmakemehappy.Hersmileismysunshine.
HersmileiswhatI’mdoingthisfor.Iwon’tloseheragain.
Sweetheart,
Ihadtogotowork.Thinkofmewhenthathotwaterrunsdownover yourbody,bringingyoursweetlittleclitalive.Don’ttouchyourself though.Ihavebigplansforus.Keepsmiling,sweetgirl.Don’tforgetto restyourheadandcallmeifyouneedanything,otherwise,I’llcallyou later.
Mx
Iputthenotedownbesideherphoneandgripmybriefcaseagain beforewalkingout.WhenIgettothelimoandclimbin,Istareupatthe windowwhereshelays.Idon’tknowwhatthefutureholdsforusbutshe sureasshitischangingme.Inchbyinch,sectionbysection,she’s creatingsomeoneIdon’tknow,but,someoneIambeginningtolike.
She’sshowingmethatcontrolisn’teverythingandlovecanbefound twiceinone’slife.That’sabiglessonalotofusnevergetthechanceto learn,orre-learn.
Workishectic,theentiremorningisfilledwithmeetings,phone callsandconstantproblems.IdowonderattimeswhyIworkedsohard forajoblikethis.Iwasalwaysanoverachiever,Ialwayswantedtogo far,butIneverthoughtI’denduphere.Ididthough,andwhiledifficult, it’schangedmylifeforthebetterandfortheworse.Mydaysarealways filled,it’saneverendingjob.WhenIfinallygetbacktomydeskjust afterlunch,IgetamessagefromSierra.Ismile,wonderingifshetruly sleptinthatlong,Christknowsthegirlneededit.
S-Hey,Iwouldliketosaythanksforthesweetnote.ButI’mnot sureitwassweet…itwassexysweet.That,I’vedecided,iswhatyouare MarcusHarrison.Sexysweet.
Unabletocontainthefacesplittinggrinthatcreepsuponmyface,I quicklyreply.
M-Sexysweet.I’vebeencalledmanythingssweetgirl,butIthink that’sthenicest.Howdidusleep?How’syourhead?
Amomentlatershereplies.
S-BestI’vesleptinyears.NowI’mrunningaroundinyourpants andtryingtofigureoutyourkitchen.Myheadisfine,Iamsurviving.
M-Callthehousemaid.
S-No,Igotthis.
M-Yousaidmypants…doumeanonly
mypants?
S-You’llneverknowsexysweet,never.
M-Ihavesecuritycameras.
Amomentpassesbeforeshereplies.
S-Ijustlookedaroundtheroomlikeacrazyperson,thankufor that.
M-That’smygirl,alwaysonhertoes.Ineedtotalk2uabout somethingthisafternoon.
S-Boredofmealready?
M-Nobaby.
S-AmIintrouble?
M-Douwanttobe?
S-WhathappensifIdo?
M-Myhand.Yourass.
S-Thenyes,Iwanttobe.
M-Allright,afterIpunishyouforsomethingyoudidn’tdo,we’ll talk.It’snothingmajor,sodon’tworrytoomuch.Culater,baby.
S-Laterssexysweet.
GrinningIdropthephoneontothedesk.Mygrinquicklyslipswhen Chaynesauntersintotheroom,hermouthturnedupinanarrogantsmile.
She’swearingadressthat’ssodamnedtighthertitsarebasically poppingoutthetop.HowdidInotnoticethisshitearlier?Iraisemy browsasshesauntersinandstopsattheedgeofmydesk.Shereaches down,runningherbrightredfingernailoverthehardwoodbefore lookingupatmewitheyesthatIoncethoughtweredazzling.Now,they donothingforme.Chaynedoesn’tholdacandletoSierra.
“Hellolover,”shepurrs.
“Whatdoyouwant,Chayne?”
“Iwanttoknowwhatsortofgameyou’replaying?”
Ipickupmybriefcaseandslamitontothetable,poppingitopenand diggingthroughsomepapers.“Nothing,”Ifinallysayafteralongpause.
“Youtellmethatyou’releavingme,andyetI’mstillhere.You haven’tkickedmeout,tellmewhythatis,Marcus?”
Igiveheracasualshrug.“Idon’twanttohurtyou,thisisyourhome fornowuntilyoufindsomethingelse.”
“Ihavemyowncondo.”
“Soyoudo.Whyarewediscussingthisthen?”
“Youknowwhenthisisannounced,acourtcaseisgoingtogoahead.
You’renotjustgoingtoleavemewithnothing,Marcus.I’veearnedmy shareofthis.”
Isnapmygazeuptohers.“Howexactly?Youhavedonenothingbut lie,cheatandspendmymoney.Soplease,byallmeans,fillmeinonhow youearnedanything.”
“I’vebeenbyyourside.I’vedealtwithyourmoods.I’vedealtwith allyourshitandsupportedyou.”
“Goodforyou,Chayne,I’msureitmusthavebeenhardtodowhat mostnormalcouplesdo.”
“Don’tpokefunatme,MarcusHarrison,Iwanttoknowwhatyou’re upto.Whyhaven’tyouannouncedthis?”
Igiveherahardstare.“Whyhaven’tyou,Chayne?”
“Iwon’tbehumiliateduntilIhavetobe.”
“NothingtodowiththinkingI’llchangemymind?”
Herfacesoftens.“Imadeamistake,surelythatcan’tmeantheend ofeverything.”
“Theendofeverythingcamewhenyoustartedsleepingaround.”
“Youdidtoo!”shecries.
“Afteryou,Chayne,andI’mnotproudofit.”
“Ifyoutrytotakemedownforthat,I’lltakeyoudownwithme, markmywords.”
Iglareather.“Isthatathreat?”
“No,it’sapromise.IfyouhaveanysortofproofthatIcheatedand youplanonusingitagainstme,thinktwice.Iwon’tplaynice.Imaynot haveanythingonyou,butIdohavethingsonyourpreciousSierra.”
MytemperflaresandIstormaroundthedesk,grippinghershoulder.
“YoufuckingtouchSierraandI’ll…”
“You’llwhat?”shegrins,“byallmeans,Marcus,showmewhat you’lldo.Itwillonlyhelpmycase.”
Ilethergo,pantingwithanger.“Beverysureyou’rereadytoplay thisgame,Chayne.”
Shesmirksatme,thenturnsandwalkstowardsthedoor.Whenshe reachesit,shelooksoverhershoulderatme.“Sametoyou,lover.”
Thenshe’sgone.Goddammit.Godfuckingdammit.
~*~*~*~*
SIERRA
“Yourparents?”Isay,poppingapieceofhoneychickenintomy mouth.
Marcussmilesoveratme,hislipsdoingthatsexycurlthing.
“Yes,tomorrow.”
“Youwantmetocomeouttoyourparents’housefortheweekend?
I’mnotsosurethat’sagoodidea,Marcus.”
Hesmilesatmeagain.Hecamehomeinabadmood,butafterone hellofapowerfuckagainstthewall,hecamedownfromit.Thenhe proceededtotellmehewantstotakemehomethisweekendtohis parents’house.Hisparentswhostilldon’tknowhe’snotwithChayne.
Hisparentswhoprobablydon’twanttomeetthewomanwhohascaused himsomanyproblems.Ireallydon’tthinkit’sagoodidea,butfromthe lookonMarcus’face,he’snotgoingtotakenoforananswer,soItry anothertactic.
“Doyouthinkit’swisetakingmeouttherewhenyou’regoing throughallthisstuffwithChayne?”
Grinning,heleansforwardandchucksmeunderthechin.“Nicetry, sweetheart,butit’shappening,evenifIhavetodragyoukickingand screaming.”
SighingImurmur,“YouhavetoadmitImakeagoodpoint?”
“Perhapsso,butChayneknowswhatI’mtryingtodoandI’mgoing todealwithher,butI’mnotgoingtohideyouforanylonger.”
“Chayneknows?”
“Yes.”
“Sincewhen?”
“Sinceshecameinandtoldmeshewasgoingtofightmeonit,this afternoon.”
“OhMarcus,”Isay,searchinghisgaze.“Thisisunfairandnotwhat youwanted,I’msorry.”
Hestrokeshisthumbovermylowerlip.“You’reallIwant,Sierra,I don’tcarewhatChaynethreatensmewith,shecantryashardasshe wants.”
“Youdidn’tthinkthatafewweeksago,whynow?”
“BecausenowI’vegotsomethingworthfightingfor.”
Andwiththat,therewasnolongerafightinme.Iknewexactlywhat Iwanted,howIwanteditandwhen.I’ddoanythingittooktokeep Marcusandmakethisworkbetweenus,evenifitmeantmeetinghis parents.So,Iguessit’stimetofacemynewlife,andeveryoneinit.
CHAPTER8
SIERRA
ThedriveouttoMarcus’parents’ranchisslowandboring,theylive agoodfivehoursawayfromus,butheadingoutthecountryisagood breakawayfromallthedramainthecity.IkeepwatchingMarcusashe drives,inaweseeinghimbehindthewheellookingso…normal.Hegives meagrineverynowandthen,andIcanseehe’strulyexcitedaboutthis.
Heloveshisfamily,thatmuchisclearbythewayhespeaksaboutthem, butseeinghimsohappymakesitsomuchmorereal.Meontheother hand,I’msodamnednervousmystomachisdoingstupidlittleflipflops.
Iamgoingovertheusual‘whatiftheydon’tlikeme?’or‘whatif theydidn’tlikehisbreakupwithChayne?’Ican’thelpit,he’sbarelyout ofhislastrelationshipandalreadyhe’stakinganotherwomanhome.A womanwholikelyisblamedforthebreakup.I’lltakemypartinittoo,I knowthatwhatIdidwaswrong,regardlessofChayne’sbehavior.I fumblemyfingerstogethernervouslyasIletthethoughtsoverridemy headandcompletelydistractmefromthebeautifulsceneryweare passing.Marcusreachesover,jerkingmefrommythoughts.Hetakesmy handandrubshisthumbinslowcirclesovermypalm.
“It’sgoingtobefine,sweetheart,they’llloveyou.”
Igrunt,veryunladylikeIknow,butit’stheonlyresponsethatseems fit.“Howcantheyloveme?Ihadanaffairwithatakenmanandnow he’sbringingmehometomeethisfamily.”
“Theydidn’tlikeChayne,Itoldyouthat.”
“Thatdoesn’tautomaticallymeanthey’lllikemeeither.”
“Maybenot,”hesays,lettinggoofmyhandandrunninghishand throughhismessydarkhair.“Butit’sworthatry,right?Iwantyouto meetthem.�
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“AndIwanttomeetthem,butifitallgoeswrongouthere…”
“Itwon’t,Ipromise.”
“Marcus…”
“Sierra,youhavetostopworrying.Iwouldn’ttakeyouhomeifI didn’tthinkmyparentswouldloveyou,ok?”
Inod,it’sthebestresponseIhaveforhimrightnow.Tellinghimmy fearsisn’tgoingtochangethemiftheycometolife,Ijusthavetosuckit upandplasterasmileonmyface.Icanmeetparents,I’vemetparents before.I’msureit’llbefine.I’msurethey’relovelyandthisworrying wasallfornothing.Ifthey’reanythinglikeMarcus,they’llbeamazing people.FromwhatMarcushastoldme,they areamazingpeople.Istare outthewindowandforcemythoughtsawayandfocusonthetreesand sceneryzippingbyaswetravel.It’sgoingtobefineSierra,it’sgoingto befine.
~*~*~*~*
SIERRA
Marcus’family’sranchisgorgeous.Allwhitetimber,wraparound patio,bigbarnsandfencedpaddocksfilledwithhorses.Ismile,feeling myheartswellatthesecludedbeauty.We’reaway,fromeverything,and it’sperfect.IwatchMarcus’facewarminstantly,andasmilecreeps acrosshisface.Seeinghimsohappy,makesmesmileandwhenoureyes meet,Icanseethejoysharedbetweenus.Hegetsoutofthecarand walksaround,openingthedoorforme.WhenI’moutandMarcus’hand isfirmlywrappedaroundmine,wewalktowardsthehouse.
Whenwegetupthefrontsteps,Marcuswalksrightinside.Ilook aroundthemassivecountryhomeinawe.Ithaspolishedwoodenfloors,a woodenkitchen,olderstyledfurniturewithrusticflowersandsoft material.Ifeelmysmilewidenatthebeautythatisthishome,andthe intensefeelingofloveitholds.Marcussqueezesmyhandandweboth stepintothelargelivingarea.Ihearthesoundofawomangoing‘oh’and webothturntoseeashort,petitewomanwithmousybrownhairanddark browneyesrushingtowardsus.Marcusletsmegoandpicksupthetiny woman,swingingheraround.
“Momma!”Marcuslaughs,placingheronthegroundandkissingher cheeks.
“Mickey,myboy.”
Mickey?
“I’vemissedyou!”
Shehugshimagain,shelookssotinynexttohislarge,powerful formandwhenhisarmsgoaroundher,shebasicallydisappears.When theypullapart,Marcusturnstomeandsmiles,puttinghishandout.I stepforward.Thewomanletshergazerakeoverme,andallalong,I expectedtoseedisgustinhereyes,butallIseethereiswarmthand maybeeven…isthat…delight?Shestepsforward,takingmyhand.Her warmfingerscurlaroundmineandshepullsmeforwardandwrapsher armsaroundme.
