Marked (Marked #3) (25 page)

I spread her open, a hand on each thigh to keep them in place. Drenched, she writhed above me, her hips undulating to meet my every thrust. Motherfucking beautiful.

“More.”

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, and she choked on a moan. “Now.” Bitty’s small hand left her place on my thigh and traveled across hers, fingers caressing her soft skin. A low groan passed through my lips the moment she reached her slickened lips.

Maya shuddered.

A single finger entered her.

My mouth watered.

“So wet for you. Only you.” Another finger added, and she threw her head back. Her breasts bounced, nipples tightened further, and I dug my fingers into her hips and held her still.

“Feed me. Bring those wet digits up to my lips.” One, then two slim digits were pressed against my tongue, and my nostrils flared.  Sweet and musky, a scent uniquely hers and one I’d kill to continue savoring for the rest of my life.

With my lips wrapped around her fingers, I took ahold of her hips and pulled her off, sitting with just the head inside her tight hole. She struggled against my hold, tried to push and ride me, but I didn’t relent.

“Let go.”

I laughed. “No.” Oh how the tables had turned.

“Talan, I swear to God I will finish myself off. Fuck me, or…son of a bitch!” In one fluid motion I was buried deep within her once more. Her muscles squeezed down on me, tightened to almost to the point of pain.

Being inside of her was a religious experience.

Releasing her fingers from between my lips, I brought them down to her pussy and entered her. One of mine with two of hers, curling up at the right angle to cause her to contract. To lose control and ride my cock with wild abandon.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me.” The fingers on my thigh dug in, her nails breaking skin. Stung, the pain enhanced her every move. Each time she trembled.

How tight she felt.

How heavy my balls were.

How desperate I was to come inside her.

“Shit!” My thumb circled her clit, tight little movements that had her gasping for breath.

“Louder. Scream for me.” With my feet planted firmly on the mattress, I pumped in and out of her fast and hard. A gush of wetness poured from her and down the palm of our hands. Body coiled tight, she threw her head back and cried out. Wasn’t enough. “Come for me.”

“Baby, baby…baby,” she whimpered and then held her breath. My thumb pressed down on her clit and held it there. Not a single sound passed through those opened lips. Her pussy spoke for her; she clenched—spasmed. Came so hard her body bowed back. I sat up and caught her.

Pulled her to me. Chest to chest.

Went in so much deeper.

“Fuck, I feel you. Everything. Motherfucker.” A feeling of pure, unadulterated heat seared through me, and my stomach muscles tightened.  Maya’s pleasure blinded me, merged with my body, and overpowered every-motherfucking-one of my senses causing me to come. Spurt after spurt left my body and coated her walls. Pain and pleasure merging into one solid experience of nirvana, I breathed through every wave of bliss she was drowning in.

Bitty slumped against me while I held still inside her, our breathing labored and bodies spent. We were exhausted and in need of more sleep. Not that I would ever complain.

Tired grey eyes looked up at me with a content smile on her face. “Jesus, that was good.”

“Amen.” What else could I say? It was the best fucking sex of my life.

“Oh, and by the way…” I raised a tired brow in question. “Happy anniversary, tatt boy.”

“I love you.”
Now how am I supposed to one-up this?

Hours turn to days.

Days into a week.

Then you blink twice, and four weeks have passed by without so much as a memory of what you did in that time period.

Janice’s court date had been set for two weeks after our anniversary, and nothing. The day came and went. Not a phone call requesting us to show up. Not a letter stating that they were moving the date. Not a goddamned thing to tell us that this bullshit was over. Again we were left with nothing.

Because of the date coinciding with our set appointment with Doctor Assclown, we had to reschedule. Something the fucker had been pissed about. As if I had a choice in the matter. His client, patient…lover for all I gave a fuck, was set to be in court that day anyway, but instead of understanding he turned it around on me.

I was delaying the healing.

My mature reply? Go fuck yourself with a rusty spoon.

“You look pissed,” Maya said, interrupting my musing. I’d been standing by the windows in our bedroom looking outside, trying to get a better handle on the anger I felt. This appointment had clusterfuck written all over it.

This would end badly.

Question was…would I end up arrested by the end of all this, or come home to her?

Bitty wasn’t taking into consideration how she—I—would react to being in the same room with her. Fuck her doctor. I wanted Janice to bleed. On the floor the same way she left Maya.

“Don’t worry about me. Are you ready to head out?”

“Talk to me. Please don’t shut me out.” She wrapped her small hands around my waist from behind, setting her chin on the center of my back.

Grasping one of her hands, I put it to my lips and kissed the center of her palm. “Just worried, babe. Trying to anticipate how you will deal with see—being in the same enclosed space as her. Nothing else.”

“I’ll be fine as long as you stay beside me.” A simple and honest request. “Can I trust that you won’t do anything to get yourself thrown out or arrested? He’s going to push your buttons, tatt boy. Won’t be easy, but I ask that you try and not throw the first punch.”

“What?” I asked through a small chuckle. Turning around, I pulled her small body in close and laid a kiss atop her head. “Why do you say that?”

“Because he’s an ass.” Logical explanation. “And the guilty party is more often than not the one that laid the first blow. So please, if it gets to that point, let him tap that hard-ass chin of yours before you retaliate. Can’t arrest the victim.”

“You’re fucking brilliant.” Then, just because I could, I took her lips in a quick, heated kiss. Stole her breath. Bitty melted against me, her hands coming up to wrap themselves around my neck while our tongues twined. Raw and uninhibited, we loved each other passionately. Every swipe of her tongue against mine, each sigh against my lips told me everything I would ever need to know.

Maya loved me just as hard and unconditionally as I her.

“Brilliant is my middle name,” she sassed against my lips, and I pinched her thigh.

“Aside from being the most humble human being on this planet…”

That earned me a kiss. “You know it.”

“But seriously…” now I got an eye roll “…I love you and that devious little mind of yours. Instead of nagging or demanding that I behave, you just told me not to get arrested. Not to behave, but to let him fuck up first. Maya Owens, you my love, are motherfucking perfection.”

Her cute little top lip curled at the corner and that sexy-as-all-fuck smirk I adore broke through. “I try.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me?” she cooed.

“You’re killing me, Bitty.” And then my eyes roamed lower, realizing for the first time just what she was wearing. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Nude-colored, sleeveless blouse with a ruffled edge coming down the center of her chest with the top two buttons undone to show off just a hint of cleavage. This was paired with a tight black skirt that ended just below the knees, accentuating every single one of her curves.

Sexy and sophisticated.

Following the length of her body, I stopped at her feet and groaned. “I want to fuck you with those on.” They looked like boots, but weren’t. Stopped at the ankle, they were the same color as her top and looked sexy. On the sides they were a soft-looking lace with a pretty little bow at the center and the heel…Jesus. Tall and slim, gave her just enough height to have her head stand just below my chin.

“You like?”

“Get the fuck out.”

Disentangling herself from my hold, she winked and then gave me a slow twirl. “Didn’t answer my question.”

Not giving her a chance to say anything else that will get her impaled on my cock, I picked her tiny ass up and threw her over my shoulder. If it were up to the giggling woman in my arms, we’d be late.

And I hated being late, no matter how unpleasant the next few hours would be.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” a nurse greeted us with an annoyed look on her face. “Dr. Taylor—”

“Can go and fuck himself, ma’am.”

“Excuse me!” she gaped up at me.

“We don’t have to be here. This,” I said with a nonchalant tone while waving my hand around the room, “is a favor. Don’t confuse it with anything else.”

With the patience of a saint, the older nurse took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sir, patients that are late to their appointment can be turned away.”

“Then do so. Please, I beg of you to.” Beside me, Maya’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. The poor nurse didn’t know what to make of my reactions.

“It is hospital policy that I reschedule, but I think you might need to keep this appointment. Cute, but angry,” she muttered under her breath, and Bitty lost it. Ignoring my clearly insane girlfriend, she turned to me and smiled. “Let me call the doctor and see if he can still see you.”

“No need, Millie. I’m right here to walk them on back.” Maya grasped my hand in hers, squeezing tight to help ground me. At the sound of his voice, every muscle in my body coiled.

Tensed, and I felt as if I were a cornered snake wanting to strike.

“Dr. Taylor.” Bitty extended her other hand out to shake. “I would say nice to see you, but that would be a lie.”

“Good girl.”

Fucker’s lips thinned at my praise. “Right.” He clapped his hands together and then pointed behind him. “Let’s head on back. Janice isn’t inside the familial therapy room yet. It’s the biggest area we have for meetings such as these. Gives everyone inside the space, room to both breathe and keep a distance,” he said this while looking pointedly at me.

“Watch the way you look at him, Doctor,” Maya snapped. “We came in good faith and will leave in spite. Watch yourself.”

“Understood.”

“I’m going to go on record now and say that this will not end well.” Turning to look back at the nervous nurse, I told her, “You’re my witness.”

“Sure?” Poor old thing didn’t know what to make of any of this.

“His condescending mouth is going to ruin everything he is wishing to accomplish with this set up.” Dr. Assclown scoffed beside us. “He doesn’t like me nor I him, yet he pushed to get a reaction. This won’t end well.”

“Can we start the first of our sessions?” Impatience colored his tone.

“Sessions?” Bitty’s brow rose while she crossed her arms over her chest. “There is no plural here. Singular. Uno. One-time-only deal.”

“Ms. Owens, I’ll need more than—” he began, but my girl cut him off.

“Not my problem, Doc.” Grabbing my hand, she dragged me behind her while walking past a very upset Luke. This shit was priceless. “I’d start walking if I were you.”

“Right this way.” Walking past us, he swiped a key card over a magnetic reader, and the doors opened. “Down the hall and to the left…it’ll be the last door on the right. Door should be open already and two bottles of water placed atop a table.”

“Aren’t you coming with us?” My question caught him off guard, and he paused mid-step.

Without turning around to face us, he sighed. “The head of my department would like a word with you first. He has some concerns and questions that need to be assuaged before he allows a patient inside. Part of hospital protocol, especially being that this patient is the same person that attacked the outsider coming in for this sit-down.”

“Okay.” Made sense in a way. “Let’s get this circus show on the road.”

Good ol’ doctor didn’t like that reply and stalked off.

“Clusterfuck?” Maya asked between giggles while we watched the angry man turn down an opposite corner.

“Yeah. Huge mess, babe.”

Just as he’s explained, the room’s door was opened when we arrived. A short, balding man sat on a leather armchair reading what seemed to be a patient’s file in his hands, his attention absorbed by the words on the paper within.

Knock. Knock.

“I believe you’re waiting for us?” Before I’d finished speaking, he was up and out of his seat, walking over to us with a smile on his face. Grateful would be the sole way to describe the look on his face.

“Yes, yes. Please, do come in and take a seat.” Reaching out, he extended his right hand out for me to shake. “I’ll try and make this quick and painless.”

“Like him already,” Maya muttered beside me, but not low enough as he settled his eyes on her.

“You must be Ms. Owens, the victim.” Not a question, but Bitty nodded anyway.  Waiting until after we were settled in our seats, the ones closest to the door, he sat down. Appraised us, but with him it didn’t feel judgmental. Just mild curiosity. “Before we begin…” he cleared his throat “…I’d like to introduce myself; I’m Dr. John Bryce, head of the psychiatric department here at Jackson Crisis.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” My girl had impeccable manners.

“You as well, Ms. Owens.”

“Maya, please. Ms. Owens is my mother.”

At her sass, he chuckled low. “Noted, Maya. Now, I’d like to take a moment and thank you both for taking the time out of your busy schedules to join us today. This is a very unconventional meeting, looking at it from both sides of the coin.  Especially, being that this patient refuses to see anyone from the outside that request a visitation. Not even family.” Dr. Bryce sat forward with an elbow placed over each knee. “It’s a bit worrisome in every sense, more so in a clinical.”

“Why’s that?” Had to be asked.

“Because…”

“Talan.”

A knowing look passed through his face at my answer, but just as fast as it came, it went. “Talan, Ms. Moore’s old employer and the object of her obsession.” Again, not a question. This was a statement.

“One and the same.” Mirroring his posture, I sat forward and matched his gaze. “Is my being here going to be a problem?”

“And if it were?”

“Then we would both walk right through that door without a backwards glance, Dr. Bryce,” Maya interjected before I could address his question. “Package deal. Not up for negotiation.”

“Expected as much.” Nodding, he picked up the file he’d been reading when we arrived and wrote something inside before looking up at us again. “I’m very aware of the case that’s pending and both your involuntary parts in Janice’s destruction.”

“Excuse me?” Anger rang through every syllable that passed through my lips.