“Hey, T,” I said, my voice more breathless than I wanted.
“Where are you? I have been texting. I saw your car at the QT,” Thomas said, his voice tinged with hysteria.
“Oh, I just went for a run. I needed to feel the ocean breeze,” I lied.
“You should have told me. I need to get rid of some extra pounds myself,”
Thomas chimed in. “I was thinking –”
“Thomas, can I call you back when I get home? I’m losing my adrenaline.”
“You better call me. I have big, big, big news.” Thomas made sure to emphasize the urgency that I call.
“I promise. Bye.”
I set the phone down and found Marcus staring at me. “Another boyfriend?”
“My gay best friend.” I smiled.
“Good. I was jealous,” Marcus teased.
“You aren’t really going to kill Christopher, are you?” I asked, afraid of the
answer.
“Only if he messes with you.” Marcus’ eyes burned fiery hot and I believed
he would keep his promise.
“Why do you care?”
“I have a sister. You were smart not to take my water. There are sick bastards
in the world. Some do really shitty things to girls.”
He rested his hand on my knee and stared at me. I felt as if he was searching
my mind for the answers. “Scum that manhandle and misuse girls are not right.”
Marcus took my phone and looked through it. He jotted down a number I knew was Christopher’s. He slid me off of his lap and handed the phone back to
me. “Let’s get you home.”
“I don’t think I am ready to go.” I set my cell on the desk and kissed him.
It didn’t take long before our kisses became hot and urgent. I tugged my shirt
off and began to tug at his belt buckle. Marcus groaned in admiration before he
kissed my breasts. His attention didn’t remain their long. Returning to my mouth, our frantic kisses left me burning in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
When we reached his bed, he laid me down gently and removed his shirt.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, halting the moment.
I stared at the man before me. He had to be in his late forties and his scarred,
tattooed body told a story of a hard life. His appearance was rough and threatening, but I saw his true self – a kind protector.
“Yes, I want you, Marcus,” I whispered.
Without another word, he pulled off my jeans and stared down at me. It was
his turn to decide if the view was worth the price. When he took off the rest of
his clothes and covered himself with a condom, I knew his answer.
Marcus was not the best lover or the most considerate. When he was done,
he rolled off me. His snoring told me my opportunity to climax was over. I lied
in shock. My sexual experience with the bookstore clerk had been better.
Disappointed, I sat up to leave the bed when he clasped my arm.
“I think we have some unfinished business,” his voice husky with desire.
