Page 67 of Embraced in Ink
She laughed at him, sucking and moving faster, her hands squeezing. Her other hand dug into his thigh, her nails sharp points, and he loved it, wanting more.
He was about to blow, so he pulled her off him and went down to his knees in front of her, tossing the chair back, careful not to hurt anything else in the room. His lips were on hers as she opened her mouth to speak, and he tangled his tongue with hers, forcing her head back to deepen the kiss. He slid his hand up her front, squeezing her breast, and then the other, and she arched into him, clearly wanting more. When he pulled back, she gasped. “Marcus, I wasn’t done yet.”
“Yeah, you are, because I want to fuck you hard right here in your favorite place in the house. And that means I can’t come down that pretty throat.”
“Fine, but next time, I’m swallowing.” She winked, and Marcus laughed before kissing her again and then pushing her to her back. He had her pants off in an instant, and then her shirt, too. Somehow, she was naked in front of him, and he tugged off his shirt, his pants only halfway down, but he didn’t care. Because he was kneeling in front of her, his head between her thighs. He pushed up the back of her thighs so her knees were near her shoulders, and then he was lapping at her, licking, sucking. She screamed his name as he sucked on her clit, needing more. His tongue dove, and he sucked, his teeth scraping a little. And when she came, her whole body shaking, he kept eating her out, wanting her even closer to the edge.
He went up to his knees and stroked his cock, wondering where the hell he had put that condom.
Bristol looked up at him again, her hands on her breasts.
“We already took the test. We’re both clean. Now, get inside me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, squeezing his dick so that he wouldn’t come at the thought of being in her bare.
“I have an IUD. Now, get in me.”
They had talked about this, the only thing in the future they had honestly talked about, and now they were right here, the moment everything.
He lowered himself over her, his mouth on hers, and then he plunged deep. She screamed, her legs wrapping around his waist as her inner walls tightened like a vise around his dick.
And then he moved, in and out, slowly at first, and then he was pounding inside of her, her fingernails raking down his back to the point he knew they would leave marks. He kissed her hard and then sucked on her throat, and then the valley between her breasts. He pinched at her nipples, squeezing her, and he knew he would leave little marks, like both of them liked. And when he reached between them, his thumb over her clit, she shattered, her voice hoarse as she screamed, and he pounded into her again, harder, until they were both in ecstasy, oblivion taking them.
He came with a roar, filling her up as he slammed into her once more, and then they were both shaking, holding onto one another, neither of them able to move.
He petted her, unable to do anything else, knowing that they were only denying the inevitable.
Did songs and actions matter more than words? He didn’t know, because she spoke with music, she moved with it, so maybe she understood what he felt.
But he had no idea what she felt. And he was so afraid that this wasn’t real. That he would wake up one day and realize that everything they’d had before had turned to ash, and what they had now was meaningless.
But he ignored that thought for a moment and let himself breathe, let himself hold her.
Because the time for decisions would come soon, but for now, all he wanted was her. And he let himself believe.
Chapter 16
Bristol looked down at her day planner and rubbed her temples. She needed more sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Weddings were coming up, though not hers because she and Marcus hadn’t spoken about it. That should worry her, and it did a bit, but for now, she was more focused on the other weddings in the family. Plus, a few of her cousins were about to pop with their next babies, so there were baby showers, wedding showers, birthday parties, and a few of the kids were now getting older, so she wanted to be part of their lives, too.
Her whole family was growing by leaps and bounds, and she was a part of that. Only she was going to be gone for the next month at least, maybe two if her agent and the tour had their way. Two whole months away, and she wasn’t going to be near Marcus.
She had done something like this before, too many times to count. But now it felt different. And itshouldfeel different.
The two of them weren’t talking, and it was killing her. She had thought they’d always talked about everything, but she was wrong. If they had, then maybe she would know precisely what her feelings were. She didn’t, though, and she still didn’t let herself face those feelings fully.
She didn’t know why. They were getting married.
She looked down at her ring finger and frowned. It still didn’t feel real. Like it was a joke that now had gone too far, and there was no turning back from it.
That was something she needed to fix, but she didn’t know how.
However, that was going to change. Today, after her practice, Marcus was coming over, and they were going to make dinner and have a relaxing night in. She would finally tell him that she loved him.
They did this whole relationship entirely backward. And she knew that, but she was going to fix it.
Because he always did so much for her, it was her turn to do something for him. But what if he didn’t love her. What if, in the end, he was only doing this because he thought it was the right thing to do. He never went back on a promise. That was Marcus. So, maybe that’s why he was still in this. Oh, they had great sex. But was that because they had chemistry? Or was it because they were good at it?
She didn’t have the answer to that, and it worried her.