“No one said you would have to, Grace.”
“Wait, you can’t pay for—”
“Are you mine?” he asked as we stopped at a red light. His blue eyes were immediately on me. I could feel them like a caress, which in turn helped smooth down my ruffled feathers.
“Yes,” I whispered, my heart beating in my ear. So much had happened in such a small span of time, I was wondering how my head hadn’t exploded yet.
“Let me do this.” His hand touched my face, and I bit my lip at his tenderness. He touched me like he always had, with a gentleness that made me want more.
“Okay,” I breathed, agreeing too easily. Something about that didn’t sit well with me. He smiled brightly at me, his eyes almost twinkling.
“Thank you, Gracie.” I turned my face to look out the window, the city passing by, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was trying to ignore the red flag at how easily I gave in, a burning question in my mind. One that would not be ignored.
“Marc?”
“Hmm?” He turned, and I noticed we were five minutes from my house.
“How did she know we were going to be there?” He sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. My hands wanted to touch it. They wanted to get lost in its softness.
“I have no idea.” I watched his jaw twitch and knew he was mad.
“She knew everything about us.” I felt the need to press.
“Yeah.” A heavy silence fell over us as he drove until he reached my house, parking his car in my driveway. “I don’t know who could have told her anything. The only person who knew anything about where we would be was Don, and I trust him.” I nodded and looked out to my front door.
“Do you see Baker?”
“Yeah, he’s parked across the street. You see the black SUV?”
“Should I make him coffee or…”
“He should be okay. Don’t get out of the car.” He gripped my thigh, and I turned to look at him. “Our date’s not over.”
“Marc—”
“When I drive, I open your door. To get in and get out. I don’t give a fuck if a thousand pairs of eyes are on us or we are alone.”
“Okay,” I muttered and watched him get out of the car, then rounding the car. His long, powerful body moved with such grace it made my nipples strain against my bra.
Opening my door, he put his hand out for mine, just like he had when he had asked me to dance, and when my fingers touched his, I felt like something surged through me. Contradicting emotions swirled through me, electric need and calm, need and hesitation. I was so messed up I was going to give in to the one I wanted to hold on to with a death grip. I couldn’t help myself.
I pressed my body into his. His hand left mine and wrapped around my waist. “Thank you,” I whispered. He looked down at me with surprise in his eyes.
“What?”
“For tonight.”
“Tonight went to hell.” Concern was clear in his eyes.
He was worried about our first date, about me, about us. All that worry was clear in the set of his tense shoulders. My hands moved there then to the back of his neck.
“Katie wasn’t your fault. Shit happens in life we can’t control.”
“I know that, but—”
“But before that, the entire night… it was perfect.” Fascinated with the way his serious expression melted away, a soft smile crept up over my face.
“You liked it?” he asked as if needing the reassurance, and there was something sweet about that. This strong, protective man needed to be reassured. By me. It was humbling.
“I loved it,” I whispered and stood on the tips of my toes. His face came down to mine, his nose nuzzling mine.
“Rain check on the hotel,” he told me in a way I knew it was a promise.
“Expect me to cash that in soon,” I whispered against his now smiling lips before we kissed. It was long, and wet, and unrushed.
The perfect good night kiss to almost the perfect first date.
Chapter Twenty- One
Marcus
“Good morning,” he whispered when she stirred in his arms, her dark locks slightly wild and framing her face. He’d been awake for the past thirty minutes. A small crick in his neck had woken him up, but he had not moved. Not a muscle. Snuggled this close to her, her warm soft body molded into his, he was hard and hot for her, but that was going to have to wait.
“Morning,” she whispered hoarsely, cuddling deeper into his body, and he loved the feel of it. He wanted to wake up next to her every damn morning. “You’re happy to see me,” she mumbled as his cock poked her thigh. He shut his eyes and cursed softly.
“You have no idea.”
“Mmm… I’m happy to see you too,” she whispered, her eyes blinking awake. He felt her lift her thigh over his. He was so damn close to her it felt like his dick was straining toward her.
“Lexi might—”
“It’s still early,” she muttered against his lips, and he knew she was right.
It wasn’t even five thirty in the morning. He glanced and the door, making sure it was shut and locked. He couldn’t help himself. His lips fell on hers as he rolled on top of her, careful not to give her too much of his weight. Her hands moved from his shoulders to behind his head.
“Love how you touch me,” he shared in a rough whisper. “Your hands are always warm.”
“I run hot…” she blushed, and he kissed her.
“Hopefully, only around me.” He winked, his voice hoarse in his own ears. He loved how her face went soft before she playfully rolled her eyes.
“Pretty cheesy, pretty boy.”
“It’s the truth,” he mumbled against her lips a second before kissing her lower lip, then pulling it into his mouth and letting it go with a small nip. “I’m the only one who gets you like this.” He tipped his face into her neck, breathing her in deeply before nuzzling her supple skin. “Only me. Because you’re mine. Didn’t you know that?” he growled playfully, and she laughed quietly.
“Am I now? I don’t know about all—” His head bucked up, and he frowned at her.
“Really?”
“Hmm…” She beamed at him, and three little words were at the tip of his tongue. Three little words that wanted to burst cheesily from his heart, but he stopped them and instead kept goading her to give in and tell him she was his. “Tell me.”
“No.” She pouted dramatically, her lips tipping up.
“Tell me,” he repeated playfully, ignoring the way his hard-on wanted its way into her. His hands moved to her sides, and she squirmed. She was ticklish! Her eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Tell me.”
“You better not… I don’t like being…”
“Tickled?” he asked as his fingers tickled her sides. Her body jumped slightly as she tried to get away from his hands. Her giggles and muffled laughter filled the room. He laughed too, not letting her go. “Tell me.”
“Stop… Marc…” She snickered trying to grab his hands, to pull away.
“Nope. Just tell me. I’ll stop when you tell me you’re mine.”
“You know… oh my god!” She shrieked joyously and tried to squirm away from him. “This isn’t fair.”
“Tell me,” he pressed, grinning like a fool as he tickled her softly, careful not to hurt her.
“I’m yours, okay?!” she conceded on a shout. He grinned at her and pinned her hands over her head with his. “All yours. Only yours.”
“Okay, you don’t have to shout. You want me. I get it.” He was being cocky and gave her a wink.
“You are so bad,” she breathed.
“You have no idea.” His mouth kissed her chin then moved down to her collarbone.
“Marc…” she breathed, but he ignored her. Having slept next to her all night, plus the foreplay of last night’s date before it went to hell, having her body beneath him now was too much. He needed more.
“I’m going to eat you until you can’t
take any more,” he rasped against her sternum, letting go of one of her hands. Her fingers rushed into his hair, tugging slightly. “You are not allowed to come.”
“What?” she breathed heavily. His lips were above her belly button after his free hand moved the tank top she was wearing up over her bare breasts. His eyes moved up to her. Her beautiful chest rose and fell, and from where he could see, her dark nipples were standing at attention. Ready for his attention.
“You’re going to come with me inside of you,” he told her as he tugged down the short sleep shorts she’d put on along with her panties.
“Marc…”
“Tell me.”
“Baby, please.” His face went between her sexy thick thighs at the sound of the need in her voice. He used both his hands to open her legs, not that she fought it.
“Tell me how this,” his nose nudged her mound, inhaling her feminine scent, making her hips jerk up, begging for his mouth, “Tell me how this pretty pussy is mine.”
“Marc,” she pleaded, and he licked her and was gifted with a soft moan, looking up at her as he kept licking her slit lightly, gently, teasingly.
But the joke was on him.
His hands gripped her hips at the fucking sight of her.
Her back arched, her dark hair spilling down her generous, heavy and swollen tits, exposing golden, soft skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere his eyes landed at the same time. His hands ached to get their fill. She was a fucking goddess, and he wanted to worship at the altar of everything Grace.
His mouth went back for another taste. His hands slowly moved to her ankles. She was now spread-eagled for him.
“Please…” she begged in a whimper.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he growled, letting go of one of her ankles, so that his middle finger could go right to her sweet, slick entrance. “So fucking wet,” he said in a hushed but deep tone.
“I’m yours,” she blurted.
“Fuck, yeah, you are.” His tongue swiped her sugary entrance, her hips rising to meet his touch.
His middle finger dipped into her warm wetness just as his tongue lavished her swollen pearl with attention. She squirmed beneath him. Her hands in his hair held him to her. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and heard her curse. The dirty word from her pretty mouth made him even hungrier than he’d been.
She tugged on his hair when he pulled her clit into his mouth and his fingers worked in and out of her tight walls. The slight pain only spurred his insatiable need for her. He could feel her slick walls start to tighten and slowed his ministrations. He heard her soft voice whisper not to stop. He sped back up and could feel the way her body tensed, the way her feet on his shoulders pressed down, telling him she was close. He liked that. He wanted to keep her on the edge, so he slowed again.
“Marc!” she panted in a hushed whisper. He wanted to beat on his chest that he’d done that, made her drip with need; yet his own control was breaking. His need for her was building to higher peeks than he’d ever felt.
“Be good,” he ordered quietly, kissing her inner thigh as he slipped in a second finger. “Don’t come, Grace.”
“Baby…”
“Shh… not yet,” he whispered against her thigh, his eyes trained on the beautiful sight she made. A raspy laugh told him she was ticklish there too. He moved back to her delicious pussy and kept working her, adding another finger.
She was writhing, and squirming, and on the edge. He knew she wanted to cliff dive off into the pleasure he could bring her, but she did as he had asked and held back. He thought he would come from the sight and sounds alone. He was walking a very dangerous ledge. When she begged him for more, he broke.
Tugging his sweats off, he thanked the powers above he’d gone commando, having one less thing to worry about. He draped his body over hers. Her lips searched and crashed over his, her hands holding him in place. She kissed him passionately. He kissed her with the same desire and hunger. Rolling onto his back, bringing her body over his, he had her where he wanted her. She pulled away, a confused look on her face.
“Ride me,” he commanded, and her eyes went fucking dark as night. She pulled her tank up and over, throwing it across the room, as he lay back and enjoyed the view.
Her hands, warm and soft, made every nerve ending strain to be touched by her. They touched his chest while she looked at him, seeking direction. With a nod, he directed her. “Guide me into that sweet wetness, Grace. Give it to me.” His voice was tight.
He breathed in deep, trying to keep his shit together. But having her on top of him, looking down at him like she wanted to devour him, her warmth so close to his dick, was too much. She lifted her sexy ass and moved one hand down to his hardened cock, guiding him right to her slippery warmth. “Ride me, baby.” He strained. His hands clenched at his sides, afraid to touch her and bruise her somehow. The thread of control was too close to breaking.
Thankfully, she took pity on him and sank right down onto him. Taking all of him in one swift movement. Her head fell back. He could feel the ends of her hair tickling his bare thighs, while her silky depths held him like a glove. He thought he would go cross-eyed at the sensation.
“So fucking good,” he rasped. Unclenching his hands, they went to her thighs, kneading the soft supple flesh as she rode him.
Slowly at first, rising and sinking, up and down on his length. Getting used to his length and girth. Her wetness coated him, making it easier and easier for her to ride him. Driving in and out, she leaned forward, her face closer to his. He took in the way her face tensed as she reached for her pleasure. So damn beautiful. He could feel her orgasm building and knew he wasn’t far behind. His hands cupped her breasts, rolled and pinched her tightly wound tips, trying to get her there faster. Needing to feel her come on top of him.
“Marc…”
“Come for me, Grace. Give it to me. Milk me, baby,” he panted, his voice like gravel, and her already hooded eyes closed.
“Shit,” she softly cursed and fell forward, closer to his face. Her hands now at his neck.
“Marc. I’m so clo…” she whispered raggedly.
“I know… let go…” he gritted, clenching his teeth.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can be quiet.” Her words were almost incoherent. His nose flared, breathing in deep. The idea of hearing her come loud boosted him closer to the edge. A familiar tingle hit the bottom of his spine. His balls tightened as she worked him faster and squeezed him tighter, closer.
The scent of them heavy in the room drove him closer. He let go of one of her tits and placed it a hand behind her head, pulling her a hairsbreadth away from his mouth.
“Come!” he urged. Her eyes liquefied before they shut. Her mouth covered his, and he swallowed her cries of ecstasy as he held her head close to him. Feeling her pulse around him, his hard dick being milked by her, did it for him. He let go as a guttural moan left him. She pressed her lips closer, her hands holding his head like he had hers. His body strained as his release hit him hard and powerfully. His seed spilled into her heaven-like depths. He held her face with both hands as he jerked and thrust up twice more, emptying more of him into her.
“Fuck…” he breathed heavily against her, nuzzling her nose with his, his fingers now tangled in her long locks, “I’m never going to get enough of you,” he admitted. She licked his lower lip, then tugged it into her mouth, gently nipping it with her teeth before letting it go. Her body was stock still, her eyes unreadable.
“I should go clean—”
“Stay,” he requested calmly, and her body softened over his. She sighed, and his hands went to her lower back, stroking her soft, bare skin. Her fingers stroked his pecs. They lay there in silence for a few minutes. Each of them catching their breath, basking in the satisfaction their bodies had just experienced.
“Do you wax?” she asked randomly, and he felt his lips twitch.
“If I have a role that calls for it, or a photo shoot,” he admitted, wondering wh
ere this was coming from.
“Huh.” She kept stroking his chest, the hair there flickering back and forth against her touch, and he was suddenly a little self-conscious. When was the last time he cared what someone thought or wanted?
“Do you like the hair?”
“Yes,” she hummed and looked up at him. Her face was soft and satisfied. “I like a lot of things about you,” she whispered, and he rolled her over, bringing her body beneath his. He could feel his body start to react again. The need growing. But he had to rein it in. Lexi would be waking up soon.
“In Montana, be prepared to stay in bed… a lot.”
“Promises, promises.” She grinned as her hand stroked his cheekbone.
“Stay here. I’m going to get something to clean you up with.” Her cheeks flushed.
“I can do—”
“You could. But I’m here and I can do it.” He laid a hard kiss on her before standing up to take care of his girl.
***
“Everything set up for Montana?”
“Yeah, man. They cleaned up the cabin, fresh sheets and stuff will be all set out. Food and what not,” Donnie shared.
“Good.” He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the black leather recliner in his TV room. He took a healthy drink of his protein shake and tried not to wince. He hated this shit, but he had to bulk up.
“You could just have us stay here so you get to be alone with her in the main house.”
“Nah. The cabin will be good. Plus, I want you guys to meet her,” he said his eyes on the television. Sports Center was playing, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He could feel Bryan and Don’s eyes on him, but he ignored them.
The day had been full with meetings and talks about how they were going to handle Katie Wells’ blow-up. Not surprisingly, the media loved Grace. They were curious about the woman who kept her cool under pressure and was Mr. Right’s woman. He hated that fucking nickname.
Grace and Lexi had been over and met Kevin and Baker. Baker had surprisingly agreed to take on watching over Lexi while they were gone and up to a month after, so that Marcus and his team had time to find the right person to watch them. It wasn’t unheard of, but it surprised him.
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