“You have a house phone? Who the hell has one of those anymore? I thought everyone had cell phones?” Marley asked, amazed.
I shook my head and kicked my feet up on the coffee table. Marley was a nut. I know a lot of people only did have cell phones, but there were still some of us that held onto the past. “I guess I’m the one person who still has one.”
“So what if the house phone doesn’t ring, then what?” she asked, sitting up.
“Then nothing is wrong.”
“But what if there is something wrong, but your house phone isn’t working, and we don’t know it. What the hell are we supposed to do?”
Jesus Christ, the whole point of the no phones tonight was to help Marley relax, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect on her. “It’s working, Sunshine. Now get your ass over here and help me pick out a movie.” She needed to stop worrying and chill.
“I’m right here,” she said, looking at me.
“No, Sunshine, you are about four feet away from me. I want you. Right. Here.” I pointed to my lap.
Her eyes went wide and I think she finally figured out what I mean. She crawled over to me and straddled my lap. Much better.
“Is this what you wanted?” She asked, grabbing the drink out of my hand and took a sip.
“It’d be better if we didn’t have any clothes on, but we’ll get there,” I whispered, grabbing the drink out of her hand and wrapped my arm around her. I leaned forward, her body pressed against me and set the glass on the coffee table. She tried to scoot backward, but I held her tight. “No running away, Marley,” I whispered, brushing her hair off her neck and nuzzled her ear.
“I’m not running… I just trying… to um…” she trailed off as I slid a hand under her shirt and stroked her back. She rested her arms on my shoulders and tilted her head to left and I trailed kisses down her neck.
“I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than you, Marley. You drive me crazy night and day. All I want is to lock you in my room and never let you out.” I flipped her over onto the couch, her soft, luscious body laid out beneath me.
“You do the same thing to me, Troy. I can’t go five minutes without thinking about you,” she moaned, stretching her arms over her head. I reached down, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her smooth skin and breasts in cased in her blood red bra. The color red had never driven me crazy before, but now I knew every time I saw the color red I would think of Marley and her soft curves that drove me crazy.
I pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. I needed to see all of her again. It had only been a couple of hours since I had taken her, but I needed her again. I reached down, popping open the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She arched her hips up, giving me the silent permission I needed to pull her jeans off.
I shimmed her jeans off, down her perfect ass and curvy legs. “I don’t know how you do it, Marley. You’re like food to a starving man. All I want to do is devour you and never surface,” I growled.
Her body trembled at my words and a moan escaped her lips. “Troy.”
“Shh, I’m right here, baby. I know you need the same thing I need.” I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs.
I leaned down, inhaling her intoxicating scent and buried my tongue into her perfect pussy. I flicked her clit and her hips bucked, begging for more. She spread her legs wide, giving me all the access I needed to drive her insane.
I stuck a finger in her greedy little hole and felt a tremor takeover her body again. I rocked my finger in and out of her as my tongue worked over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Troy,” she screamed out as I added another finger and pounded into her. She gripped the couch cushion and pressed her sweet pussy into my mouth, needing more.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” she chanted over and over.
I sucked her clit into mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, and she exploded around me. “Troy,” she gasped as her body quaked around me, ecstasy taking her over.
I released her clit, giving it one last flick and she moaned. The sounds of her cries and moans went straight to my dick, and I needed her right then.
I pulled back from her body, popped open the button on my jeans and quickly stripped them off. I yanked my boxers halfway off and plunged into her. I couldn’t wait.
She grabbed onto my shoulders, pulling herself up and dug her fingernails into my back. She tossed her head back as I pulled out and slammed back into her. Her drenched pussy gripped my dick and milked it.
“You’re mine, Marley,” I grunted, grabbing her hips and pounded into her.
“Yes, god yes, take me, Troy,” Marley moaned.
I looked down at her as she took her arms off my shoulders and pushed her bra up, showing me her perfect tits. She pinched her hard nipples and wrapped her legs around my waist. God dammit, Marley was a fucking goddess.
“Fuck me, I can’t wait much more.” I groaned, clenching my eyes shut, trying not to cum.
“Cum. Cum for me, Troy,” Marley pleaded, clenching her already tight pussy around my dick.
I collapsed on top of her, my fists clenching the cushion as I rocked in and out, giving her everything I had. I gave one final stroke, and I couldn’t hold it back any more. I exploded inside her while her mumbled pleas and moans surrounded me.
Marley ran her fingers through my hair, and I buried my face in her neck. “Can we do that again?” she giggled.
All I could muster up was a smile, and I shook my head no. Marley had just completely wrung me out, and she was ready for round two. Definitely a wildcat.
“Give me a couple of hours, Sunshine. I might need to lay here for a couple of minutes before I even think about getting up.”
“Well, you might have to get up sooner than that. I can feel you dripping down my leg and I don’t want to get it on your couch.”
“Don’t worry-.” I started, but then it sunk in what Marley had just said. I was about to start dripping down her leg. Son of a bitch! I forgot a condom.
I pulled out of her, my dick protesting leaving its soft warm cocoon. I pushed off the couch to get off of her, but she wouldn’t let go.
“Marley, let me go. I forgot the condom,” I ranted, reaching around my back to grab her arms.
“Troy, stop.”
“What? No, let me go,” I had never had sex without a condom on. I wanted to have kids someday, but today was not that day.
“Troy, I’m on the pill.”
“I can’t believe I let this happen. I’m so sorry, baby. If anything happens I promise I’ll be there for you and the baby. I’d never leave you or our baby.” I managed to pry her arms from around me and pulled her up so she was sitting.
“Troy, did you hear what I said?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m dripping down your leg. Come on, up. I’ll clean you up.” I grabbed her wrist and stood up, pulling her up behind me.
She yanked her arm out of my hold and crossed her arms over her chest. “Troy, listen to me.”
“Marley, can we talk later. We need to get you cleaned up, and then you need to rest.” Pregnant women needed lots of rest, right? Shower and then she was going to bed.
“Troy!” Marley shouted, yanking me from my thoughts of getting her to bed. “I’m on the fucking pill!”
“That’s good, Marley, but now we-” Wait, did she just say she’s on the pill? “You’re on the pill?”
“Yes, for the third time, I’m on the pill! Good God, I swear you were five minutes away from naming our firstborn. I’m on the pill, we should be fine.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Although that shower sounds like a good idea, but I do have plans for something more than sleeping after,” she purred, pulling me towards the shower.
“Wait,” I said, tugging on her arm to stop. She turned around and it looked like she was ready to hit me over the head with a baseball bat.<
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“Yes?”
“I’m clean.” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“Well, I’m not.” She stepped back and pointed to her thighs that had my cum dripping down them.
Son of a bitch, that was sexy to see my cum dripping from her sweet pussy. I shook my head, trying to stay focused. “No, not that. I meant I’m clean as in I’ve been checked out and I’ve never been with anyone but you without a condom.”
“Oh, OK. Good. I’m clean, too,” she whispered, ducking her head down.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, reaching for her chin and tilting her head up.
“You’re not the first I’ve been with without a....” she trailed off, not finishing her sentence.
Shit. Her fiancée, of course. “Have you been tested since then?”
“Of course! I would never have let you do that if there might have been a chance. It was only with Mark and it wasn’t all the time.” She blushed bright red and she looked back down at the floor.
Not exactly the thing I want to be thinking about with my dick hanging out, but there was no reason my Marley had to feel bad about it. “Look at me, Marley.” She shook her head no and took a step back to run away. “Not so fast, Sunshine.” I grabbed her hand before she had a chance to get away and pulled her to me. “Don’t run from me. I’m not mad. You had a life before me, baby. I can’t get upset about that. Do I want to hear about it word for word? Hell no. You telling me what you just did was something you needed to tell me. I’m ok with that,” I grabbed her chin again and tilted her head up. “Don’t run from me, Marley. You promised you wouldn’t do that anymore.”
A lone tear fell from her eyes, and I swiped it away. “I’m sorry. I try not to run, but it’s hard not to sometimes.”
“Try harder, baby. I promise there is nothing you can tell me that will make me turn away from you. We might have just met and barely know one another, but I know I want you by me. Whether it be at my house, truck, or my bed, I want you there.”
Another tear fell from her eye. “I don’t deserve what you are willing to give me, Troy. I haven’t done anything to deserve it.”
“Is that what you think? That you have to give something to get something in return?”
“That’s life, Troy.”
“Sunshine, you have given me more in the past week or however many days I’ve known you than all the girls I have ever dated combined.”
“I keep running from you.”
“So, that’s something we need to work on. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t treat you good.”
“I’ve never had that before, Troy. Even with my mom, I knew if I messed up or did something wrong, she was going to be pissed at me. Punish me for it for weeks.” Tears were streaming down her face and there was no way I could stop them all.
Standing in the middle of my living room with both of us half naked was not how I wanted us to have this conversation. “Take your bra off, baby.” I walked over to the bathtub and turned the water on. I pushed the curtain back so it was in the back and reached under the sink. I pulled out a bottle of shampoo and figured it would do in a pinch for a bath.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it over by the bed. Marley walked over to me, and I grabbed her hand. We silently watched the tub fill, neither of us talking. When the water was halfway up the tub, I opened the shampoo and squirted some under the running water.
“Did you just make me a bubble bath with shampoo?” Marley smirked as I shut the water off.
“No, I made us a bubble bath with shampoo.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.
“I take we’re done talking?” she whispered.
“No, baby, we’re just getting started.” I stepped into the tub, sinking down under the bubbles.
She laughed as the water splashed and rolled over the side of the tub. “You think there’s room in there for me with all those bubbles?”
“This is my first bubble bath in over twenty five years. Forgive me if my water to soap ratio is off.”
She stepped into the tub between my legs and sank down, my legs cradling her. “You’re forgiven. It’s the thought that counts, handsome,” she purred as the bubbles enveloped her.
She leaned back into my chest and stretched her legs out. “I think I like you calling me handsome more than ass.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to try and remember that.”
I grabbed the washcloth I had hanging over the side of the tub and started running it over her body. She moaned as I grazed over her sweet pussy and perfect tits. “We need to finish our talk, baby”
“Fine,” Marley mumbled.
“Why do you keep running from me, Sunshine? What happened to you to make you think the best solution is to always run?”
She pulled away from me and turned sideways and looked at me. I could tell she was afraid to tell me, but I wasn’t going anywhere until she told me. I needed to know.
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Chapter 22
Marley
“I don’t have some sad sob story, Troy. Nothing horrible happened to me, it’s just the way I am.” This wasn’t where I thought our evening would wind up. Granted soaking in the tub with Troy was not something I would bat an eyelash at. Our topic of conversation was less than desirable, though.
“So you’ve always ran away from things that scare you? I doubt that because you were about to be married and would be married right now had it not been for your ex’s death.”
“I wasn’t scared of marrying Mark. I wasn’t scared at all when I was with Mark.”
“Because you felt safe with him.”
I stared at Troy and tried to figure out if that was why I wasn’t afraid or running away when I was with Mark. It wasn’t that he made me feel safe, it was more like he didn’t really make me feel anything. I know that sounds horrible, but that’s how it was. If I really was honest with myself, Mark was my best friend, and I loved him, but it wasn’t the kind of love you had for someone you married. “I guess I was safe with Mark. There wasn’t much danger or well, anything to worry about. He worked a lot and so did I.”
“So at the first sign of danger, you ran to your dad. If Mark would have been alive and you needed help, would you have turned to him?”
“Uh, if it had to do with business I guess I would have, but if it had to deal with the Banachi’s or anything like that, then no.”
“Could he protect you?”
Mark protect me? That was a good question. Mark worked out three times a week and ran, but I don’t think he would have the physical strength to protect me, let alone know what to do. He did always have his driver, Mo, nearby who, from the looks of him, could more than defend me if the need were to rise. “I don’t see what this has to do with me running.”
“I’m trying to understand you, Sunshine. You don’t need to get all sassy on me.”
“Sorry, but I just don’t know why we have to dissect the relationship I had with Mark. He helped when I needed it with my mom. He was there for me. I owed him a lot for that.”
“So marrying him was your way of thanking him?”
“What?! That is not why I was going to marry him. He was a good guy with a good head on his shoulders and he was going places.”
“Sounds rather boring.”
“I repeat, what does this have to do with me running?” I was about to lose it if Troy didn’t tell me what the hell he was trying to get at.
“You ran from your mother, baby, right into Mark. Then you stayed because it was safe and nothing scared you.”
“So, it was the logical thing to do. Why the hell would I want to be with someone who scared me and made me want to run?”
“Then what are you doing here, baby. You told me multiple times you’re scared.”
“Because, well, because…” Shit, why the hell did I stay? Besides from the fact always got talked into staying, what made me stay? “You make the scary shit not so scary.�
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“Why, baby?”
Because he was strong yet sweet, rough and tough yet kind. He made me feel like I was wanted. Even that first night we were together when we barely knew each other, he made me feel like he wanted me to be there. Troy made me feel things I never thought I could. He made me feel wanted and safe while still letting me be myself. “You make me feel safe. You make me wish I had never moved to California and met Mark.”
“I’m glad you had Mark, Sunshine. He was there to help you when I couldn’t be. He may have not been the right man for you, but he kept you safe for me until I could find you.”
“You can’t mean that, Troy. We barely know each other.”
“I never say something I don’t mean, baby. You need to remember that. I know we have a long way to go to getting to know one another, but I think you need to know that I want you here and I don’t want you to leave.” He leaned forward, kissing me lightly on the lips and leaned back in the tub.
What do I say to that? What do I do? Mark never said those words to me and we were going to get married. Maybe Troy was right. I had run to Mark to escape my mom, and I stayed because everything else was too scary or different. But now I didn’t have that. Troy was so different from Mark. Mark was straight laced, lived for his job and barely ever laughed.
Troy worked, but it wasn’t like all he thought about was his job. He laughed all the time and was one of the most laid back people I had ever met. He made me happy just by laying on the couch and watching a movie with me. I had never been as happy as I had been the past two weeks. “I don’t want to go anywhere, Troy.”
“Then don’t, baby girl.” Troy held his hand out to me. I stared down at it and knew if I took his hand, I was taking a huge step. But if I didn’t take his hand, I was taking a huge step away from him. “I might try to run again,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to stop you?”
“Yes,” I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to him. I straddled his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck. I had just made one of the most terrifying decisions of my life, but I had never felt safer.
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