Disastrous (Disastrous Series) (12 page)

“So are you. Now come here.” I pulled at his arms, and his sculptured abs pressed against my stomach. Looking at me, he rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.

Reaching my fingers up, I brushed aside a lock of hair that lay over his eyebrow. “Yes, I want you more than you’ll know.” Pressing my hand against his neck, I brought him down to me.

He pulled back. “Give me a minute.” He jumped out of bed and left the room.
Where is he going?

He quickly ran back into the room, holding up a roll of condoms dangling from his hand. Ah…good boy. I giggled when he shrugged and tossed them onto the side of the bed. I look at them; there had to be at least six. How many did he plan on using?

He lay back on top of me, and my mind drifted back to him. Leaning down, his lips touched the side of my neck, and I got goose bumps. His lips were so soft and moist, tracing kisses along my collar bone down to my chest. He pulled both strings to my bikini top, allowing my breasts to break free, yearning for his attention.

Reading my mind, he cupped my bare breasts and lowered his head to them, twirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples. The sensation made me eager, and I pulled on his swimming trunks with my toes. He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Now, now, be patient. I’m not a selfish man,” he whispered.

Pouting and letting out a deep breath, I relaxed and allowed him to take control. He continued to fondle my breasts, teasing and making them ache with each lick. I moaned and slightly arched my back. It felt so good…traces of heat were left after each kiss with his lips, all the way down to the middle of my belly.

I refused to plead as I knew that the wait would be well worth it. His lips reached my hip bone, and he traced his tongue along it as he went lower. Pulling the strings off my bikini bottom, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my most secret place. I moaned when he licked my inner thigh, anticipating what was next. I felt his lips part into a smile when I squirmed. My back arched deeper as he twirled his tongue in and out, up and down. “
Marcus,
” I moaned as he rubbed me with his fingers to enhance the sensation.

“You taste so good, Mia.” He groaned. The pleasure was building with each thrust of his skillful fingers and tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to explode.

Spreading my arms aside, I gripped the bed sheets and fully arched my back, tossing my head into the pillow, and yelling his name as my orgasm erupted. I panted and kept my eyes closed. When I caught my breath, he removed his finger and gripped my thighs. He continued to lick between my folds, groaning, until my heart rate lowered.

When I finally glanced down at him, his eyes were dark, ready for me. I prepared myself as I watched him quickly remove his trunks, and I saw the large erection spring to life. He kneeled between me, spreading my legs wider. Reaching over, he grabbed the roll of condoms and tore one off, throwing the others aside. My heart sped as I watched him bring the foil between his teeth and tear it open.

I watched his every move as he brought his hand down and placed the condom on the tip of him, slowly rolling it back. I wanted him more than ever. He was perfect in every way: his face, his body, his thick hair, and the power he had over me. I wanted all of Marcus DeLuca: the good and the bad. I so desperately wanted the bad. I wanted him to be rough, not gentle. I needed hard, wild, crazy sex. He leaned over me with a narrow-eyed stare. “You ready for me?” He seductively groaned.

“I want it hard.” I panted, surprised by my own boldness. He flashed a wicked smile and brought his hand to the back of my head, gripping a fist full of hair. There was a slight pain in my scalp, but it was a good pain. “Oh baby, I’m going to
fuck
you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop,” he said through clenched teeth. The threat excited me, and instantly I was aroused again, ready for him.

He slowly filled me with his hardness. I gasped, and he moved in and out at a slow rhythm. “Fuck Mia, you feel so good,” he whispered. Each movement gave me goose bumps, and it hardened my nipples. He slowly tugged my hair, pulling my head back, and he crushed his mouth against mine. I melted in his arms, never feeling more needed or wanted. “
Hard
, I want it hard, Marcus,” I moaned through our locked lips.

With my words, he pulled my hips closer to his, not moving away from our kiss, and he picked up the pace. He pulled away and thrust hard, repeating it over and over again. Each time he pulled away the harder he forced his hips into me. I moved my hips with his; our bodies were in perfect unison with each rhythm. With each thrust, he was deeper inside of me, making me forget everything: our argument, the pain, the emptiness, and the sadness I dealt with during the past few months. My mind was completely empty, and I’d never felt freer.

In one swoop, he was kneeling on the bed still inside me as I sat on him with my legs wrapped around his hips. My back leaned against the headboard. The minute we were up, he pushed deeper inside me, moving at a faster pace. My body felt overheated with pleasure, and I cried out each time my back slammed against the mahogany surface.

My body gave in, not able to take it anymore, and I convulsed around him as I came for the second time. He didn’t stop; he continued at the same pace, grunting with pleasure as he felt me weaken in his arms. “Marcus,
please
I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned. I could feel the pressure building up again within my lower belly. I couldn’t do it to myself. At that moment, it was painful but pleasing at the same time.

“Beg me to stop,” he whispered as he nibbled on my earlobe.

“Please
stop,
” I quietly begged as the pleasure of his lips caressed my neck. With my words, he thrust three more times before he exploded deep within me, groaning my name.

We stayed seated that way for what seemed like forever, catching our breaths. Finally he lifted his head from my neck, planting a kiss on my swollen lips. My smile widened, and I giggled. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“So that’s what they call the Energizer Bunny?” I laughed. He chuckled and lowered me into the bed so that we were lying side by side looking at each other. I held my head up with my hand and watched as he stared at me mesmerized.

With his hand, he caressed my body from the side of my breast to my hip and back up, slowly tracing my curves. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“I truly doubt that,” I said as I rolled my eyes. He’s gorgeous; I’m average.

“Why are you so insecure? You’re beautiful from head to toe. Any girl would be jealous of you. Your curvy body, beautiful big green eyes, and those lips…those lips are juicy and delicious.” He smiled as he caressed his thumb against my bottom lip before placing a small kiss against them.

“I don’t know. It’s a female thing, I guess.” I shrugged. Leaning in, I laid my head against his chest. I listened to his heartbeat which was soothing. We lay in silence and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

****

I had more orgasms in three days than I
’d
had in my entire life. We had sex in every area of the beach house: the living room, kitchen, bedroom, shower,
even
on the beach. We were able to goof around and play games but also have deep conversations. I felt closer to him than I had with any man. The weekend was ending, and I was beginning my new externship position the next day. I was nervous. What if he’s different around me? How will he act? Will he be the same goofy, sexual, and fun Marcus that I have grown to know? Of course he’ll have to be professional and the powerful man at work, but will he dismiss me and pretend I don’t exist? I knew that if that were the case, I would have to suck it up, but it still left a slight twinge in my belly.

I looked over at Marcus who was on a phone call as we drove to the airport. He made such a commitment to me over the weekend by shutting off both of his phones the entire day. He gave me his full attention by day only to turn it back on at night to make sure there were no emergencies. I was thankful for that as I knew he was a busy man. He ended his call and placed his arm around me. He must have sensed the worry in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“I was thinking about how this is going to work at the office.”

“What do you mean?” His lips remained on my head as he mumbled beneath them.

“Well you know … we’re just getting to know each other, so maybe we should keep this private until we feel as though we can take it to the next step?”

He remained quiet for a moment. I wish I could read his mind, I wondered what he was thinking. “Is that what you want?” He ran his fingers through my hair.

It was obvious that was what he wanted. “Yes, I’d like to keep it strictly professional around the office. I wouldn’t want people to think any less of me.”

He sighed before responding. “Okay, we can keep it strictly professional for now.”

****

Four
hours later
,
we pulled in front of my apartment. I was tired and had to get myself ready for work the next day, but I was disappointed the weekend was over. Surprisingly I was feeling attached and almost pouted because of the distance we would have. I shook that thought out of my head and stepped out of the car door that Marcus had opened for me. I reached up and gave him a tight hug. I truly did not want to let go. His scent was so sweet and his body so strong I felt safe and warm with him. He returned the hug gently, lifting me up from the ground. When he placed me back down, we embraced with an intimate kiss.

“
Marcus
, thank you for everything, this entire weekend was amazing,” I said as I pulled back with my arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Thank you for coming and giving me a chance. You don’t know how much it means to me that you were willing to do this.” I smiled and gave him one last kiss before walking into the building.

When I entered my apartment, there was a strong nasty smell in the air. I walked over to the kitchen to see that the garbage can was completely full.
Ugh
! I can’t believe Jeremy! He only had one task while I was gone and that was to take the trash out, and he just dismissed it altogether. I lifted the bag from the trash can and tied it. I went back down the stairs to throw it in the dumpster by the alley.

When I reached the entrance door to the building, I could see through the side glass that Marcus was still out front. He was talking to a man. The man was handsome with a full set of salt and pepper hair. He looked older than Marcus but by no more than ten or fifteen years. He was also shorter by four inches. Though he wasn’t muscular and tall, his stance was that of a powerful man. He puffed on a cigar and waved his hand while he talked. Marcus looked upset. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so I cracked open the door to eavesdrop.

“What? Have I not
fucking
taught yah brother or you nothing? You don’t chase pussy; the fucking pussy chases you.” The man’s voice was loud and raspy with a strong Boston accent.

Marcus shook his head. “What? Yah fucking following me or something now!”

“Jimmie was looking for yah, and so was I,” he said, shrugging while taking a puff of his cigar.

“That cock-sucker knew I was on vacation!” I was surprised to hear Marcus curse. I was wrong about his light Boston accent. He seemed angry, and I could tell that when he got angry his true Boston roots showed.

“Vacation, huh? Since when do you take vacation?” Marcus didn’t answer. Instead he bit down on his lip to keep from exploding. The man continued. “Well, he said you were planning on coming back, yah know, to finish the job. We tried calling yah, but you wouldn’t answer. It took every inch of my fucking bone not to get on a plane and fly to the Bahamas to drag your ass back here. When yah say yah gonna finish a job, yah fucking finish the job, Marky!” The older man growled pointing his finger into Marcus’ chest emphasizing the last few words.

Marcus looked down at the man’s finger. Then returned his gaze and inched closer into him. “I would have
loved
to see that!” Marcus grunted.

The man looked back over his shoulder. Another man that looked awfully familiar was standing behind him now. “Look at this fucking tough guy!” He said to the familiar man while pointing his thumb at Marcus. Returning his attention to Marcus, he shoved the cigar back in his mouth, and lightly slapped both of his hands onto Marcus’ face. “Marky, Marky, Marky.” He mumbled through the cigar. “You talk back to me like that again, and I’ll slice that fucking pretty face of yours. You
understand
?” He nodded, waiting for Marcus to respond.

Marcus stern face turned into a huge smile, and then he laughed—he truly
laughed
, really loud. “Sure Uncle Louie, you fat cock-sucking bastard, you’ll have to get past my mother first; you know how overprotective she is of her boys.” Uncle Louie laughed and nodded as he removed his hands from Marcus’ face and took the cigar out of his mouth. He blew the smoke in Marcus’ direction, but Marcus didn’t flinch.

“You’re right. How’s that mother of yours anyways? Is she still lonely at night?” He winked.

“My father would turn in his grave if he heard yah talking like that about his wife.”

Uncle Louie chuckled and patted Marcus on the shoulder before walking to the black SUV that was parked behind Marcus’ car. The tall man followed and opened the back passenger door for him. Before entering the vehicle, he shouted out to Marcus. “I’ll be by tomorrow to go over the next job. No fucking excuses this time, Marky!” He entered the vehicle, and it sped away. I watched as Marcus slammed a closed fist on top of his car and yelled a few curses before getting in and speeding away.