Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) (7 page)

  “You made me an omelet...” she whispered.

He took the seat across from her. “They're your favorite, right?”

She nodded and picked up her fork. “I can't believe you remember the things I tell you.”

  “I'm trained to remember details but everything about you is memorable Isis,” he said softly looking across the table at her.

  Isis flushed as she began to dig into the light fluffy omelet. As she ate, she could feel his platinum gaze on her and she touched her hair.

  “Do I look a mess?” she asked looking up at him.

  “Why do you say that?”

She looked back down at her plate. “You keep staring at me.”

  “You're beautiful,” he said simply.

  She shook her head laughing softly. “I didn't sleep well. I have on no makeup and my hair is in a ponytail. I'm hardly beautiful right now.”

  Marc leaned forward. “You're completely beautiful right now and you always are. Yes, when you do it up, nobody can touch you...but sitting here like this, nobody can touch you either.”

Isis smiled. “You're making me think about you naked again.”

He nodded towards her plate. “When you finish that food, you won't have to think about it.”

  She smiled again and began eating. When they finished Isis loaded the dishwasher before Marcus took her hand and led her outdoors to the deck.

He turned to her. “What do you want to do now?” he asked.

  Isis grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “You're teasing me. I'm beginning to think you lied about those compliments.”

  Marc looked at her. “No, I didn't lie.” He led her over to one of the lounge chairs where she stretched out and he sat on the edge watching her.

  “So, tell me how much experience you have.”

  “Not a lot,” she answered.

He nodded. “Not a lot, or not any?”

Isis leaned forward. “Like what?”

  “Intercourse.”

  “No,” she answered.

  “Touching.”

She shook her head. “No.”

  “Oral.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! No! What do you think I've been doing?”

Marc took her hand. “Relax, I'm just figuring out where we should start.” She sat back watching him.

  “Is there anything in particular that you and your girlfriends talked about that you want to experience?” he asked.

Isis gave him a naughty grin before leaning forward and whispering in his ear.

Marc stood. “Okay, I can do that.”

*********

  Isabelle went to pick up her sister-in-law, Sage Black at her gallery for brunch. Sage was Ray's only sister and they would kill for one another. She saw Sage's large round belly and smiled knowing hers would soon be that way. The two women hugged and took a seat in Sage's office.

  “Sage look at you, you look as if you're almost ready to deliver.”

Sage sighed. “I wish. I still have six weeks to go and Jordan is driving me crazy.”

  Jordan was Sage's husband and Ray's best friend since college. He was also Isabelle's best friend since childhood.

  “Well, that's Jordan.” Isabelle laughed. “What is he doing now?”

  “He has bought an entire store full of clothing for his son, who is yet to be born.”

  Isabelle laughed because everyone knew of Jordan's clothes fetish that he'd acquired as a child. He was the only boy who wore dress pants and ties to school since elementary.

  “Yes, that's Jordan,” Isabelle agreed.

  Sage smiled. “So what's going on with you? You look amazing. I guess the Sun God is being a good husband to you.”

Isabelle smiled. “The Sun God is amazing and yes, he is.”

Both women laughed knowing how much Ray loved Isabelle and vice versa.

  “I'm worried about my sister though,” Isabelle shared.

  Sage shook her head. “Ray told me about it. I was hoping Shana was involved so I could kill her, but so far no luck.”

  Shana was Isabelle and Isis' half-sister. She was the daughter their father had kept secret for over thirty years and she had a vendetta against Isabelle.

Isabelle shook her head. “I hope she's not involved with this. She's done enough.”

  “She'll do something eventually though and I'll get my chance,” Sage assured her.

  “Well Isis is secluded in the mountains, so I know she's safe,” Isabelle said smiling slyly.

Sage watched her sister-in-law. “What did you do?”

  “I asked Ray to send Agent Graham with her.”

Sage's mouth fell open. “The Gods! Are you matchmaking?”

  Isabelle nodded. “Yes, I need to get her away from Daddy and Marcus Graham is the man to do it. He'll take her mind completely off of Milton Martin.”

  “He might just take her mind. That man is fine,” Sage told her.

  “What man is fine?” Jordan Black asked entering the office with their two-year-old daughter, Diamond.

Sage smirked. “You're not the only fine man Jordan.”

  He came over and kissed his wife on the lips. “I'm the only fine man you should be talking about.”

Jordan then walked over and kissed Isabelle's cheek. “Hey Izzy, how are you?”

She smiled at him. “Hi Jordan, I'm fine.”

  “Hi Tee Tee Moon!” Diamond said smiling at Isabelle and Jordan quickly turned to Sage.

  “What the hell did I tell y'all?” he protested.

  Isabelle stood to her feet and kissed the pretty little brown-eyed girl who was hanging onto her father's neck. “Hello Diamond.”

Sage slowly got to her feet. “It's okay Jordan. It was easier for her to say Moon than Isabelle.”

His eyes narrowed. “She could say Izzy...that's not hard!”

  “Moon is only one syllable. When she's talking more, we'll teach her.”

  Jordan nodded. “See y'all think you're slick, but my baby is not going to be walking around calling people Moons and Sun Gods. You hear me Sage?”

  Sage walked over to her husband and stretched to kiss his lips. “Yes, my Khemetic warrior,” she whispered.

  “Keep playing....” Jordan warned.

*********

  Isis sat on the bed in the bedroom she'd chosen in her bra and panties watching Marcus remove his shirt and then his shorts. He stood in his boxers and gazed into her eyes.

  “You know you have to take those off,” he told her.

She nodded quickly. “Yes, I know.”

He waited. “Are you nervous?”

Quickly she nodded again. “Yes. Now I am.”

  “Okay, let's do this...” He climbed onto the bed and helped her to lie on her back. “I'll ask you some math problems to relax you.”

She smiled up at him. “I hate math.”

  “We'll do counting,” he kissed her cheek. “You count while I help you to relax.”

He placed a hand on her abdomen. “Count how high?” she whispered.

  “Until you can't anymore.” He looked down into her face.

  “Okay....one, two, three...” she began and he kissed her behind her ear. Slowly his mouth moved down her neck as his hand caressed her body.

  “Seven, eight...” she whispered as he slid her panties down her hips.

She paused. “I can't hear you Princess.”

  “Uh...twelve, thirteen...”

  When his hand invaded her unseen spot and began a sensual massage, she moaned that throaty sound that made him hard as a brick. He soon felt her feminine juices release on his fingers.

  “Oh lord!” she groaned as her legs opened wider.

  “That's not a number.”

  Marc treated her to the pleasure a short while longer before sliding her panties down her long legs and over her manicured feet. Slowly he slid his hands up her legs to her trembling thighs parting them wide.

  “Now Princess, tell me if your girlfriends told you correctly.”

He lowered his head and before he was done, Isis called on every deity known to man.

  Isis regained her breath and looked down into sizzling gray eyes. Marc smiled as he climbed over her while holding her gaze and Isis watched the beautiful, brown muscled body settle above her resting on his elbows.

  “Are you still nervous?”

She shook her head watching him closely. “Not at all.”

He turned them on their sides facing one another. “Why have you waited?”

  “I didn't want to do it with just anyone. No one even made me think about it until you,” she whispered. “And then I thought about it all the time.” She blushed.

Marc gently stroked her arm. “I thought about you too, although I didn't want to.”

  Isis touched his face. “The first time I saw your eyes, I was captivated. They're so beautiful and distinctive.”

    “Did you think about it with Trent?” he asked.

Isis frowned. “Trent? No.”

  “I just want to know what I'm dealing with here. Trent already thought he and I were involved in some kind of triangle and I don't want to feel the same way,” he told her.

  “A triangle with Trent?” Isis sat up reaching for the covers and pulling them over her body. “What are you talking about?”

  Marc sat up. “For some reason, Trent thought I had intentions on Callie. Then I recently found out that you had been involved with Trent.”

  “We weren't involved. We met and went out a few times,” she explained. “He met Callie and wanted to be with her.”

Marc lifted a brow. “So he was the one who broke it off?”

Isis frowned. “There was nothing to break off.”

  “You went to see him when Callie and I were in Colombia?” he questioned.

She jumped from the bed pulling the sheet with her. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I'm just asking questions Isis. I'm trying to understand what the hell is going on with all of you,” he told her.

Her eyes flashed. “You wait until now to ask me this? After...”

  Marc climbed from the bed and walked over to her. “When we get back to the city, I'm not trying to walk into a bunch a drama.”

  Isis looked up at him. “I told you, Trent and I went out a few times. We met at my graduation party and he asked me to give him a tour of the campus since he was considering USC. I didn't really take him seriously because he's four years younger than me.”

  “You're four years younger than me,” he pointed out.

  “He just turned eighteen Marcus!”

  Marc nodded and took her stiff hand. “I always ask questions. It's who I am. I wasn't trying to offend you.”

Isis looked at him. “Did something happen between you and Callie in Colombia?”

  “No.”

  “Everyone thought she was dead. Did you rescue her too?” she asked with narrowed eyes thinking about how he'd rescued her.

He shook his head. “No, I didn't rescue Callie. She was there working for Ray.”

  Isis watched him silently for a few moments before he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer.

  He lowered his head. “You don't want Trent. I don't want Callie. They're in love and that's where we're heading.”

Isis smiled slightly. “Is that where we're heading?” she whispered.

  “Half way there Princess.” He touched his lips to hers. “Is that where you want to go?”

She looked into those eyes. “I want you to take me there.”

  Marc pulled the sheet she was holding to cover herself and tossed it on the bed. Watching her face, he removed her bra and cradled her breasts before tasting her lips. Slowly he devoured her mouth and caressed her body, making her warm all over. Isis held on to his solid biceps to keep herself balanced as he engaged her mouth.

  Marc moved from her lips and down her neck, before lying her down on the bed. She caressed his back as he readied her untouched body. Marc took a leisurely tour of the sexy, curvaceous form before him tasting, touching and sucking all over. 

  Isis took a leisurely tour of her own running her manicured hands along the ridges of his muscular body. She gave herself up to the pleasure of his mouth on her neck, her nipples, her thighs and finally her mouth.

  Marc stood and Isis watched him through passion-filled eyes as he removed his dark underwear. Her eyes locked on him as he silently added the protection he'd placed on the nightstand. Isis opened her arms to him as he returned to her embrace.

  “Sweet Princess,” he breathed against her neck as he settled between her soft legs.

  “Marcus...” she whispered.

  He settled at her warm entrance. “Wrap those beautiful legs around me sweetheart,” he instructed.

  Isis followed his instructions then felt the initial pressure. She stiffened slightly as he continued gently gliding inside her heated walls. Platinum eyes held dark brown ones as she caught her breath. When he began a slow rhythm, her eyes slowly closed.

  Marc stared down into her lovely face and saw his future. This woman was giving him something that she'd never given before. She was trusting him with her body and her heart; and he vowed he would be the shield for both. He felt her legs tighten around him as he increased the pace, which heightened her pleasure by the look on her face.

  Her eyes slowly opened connecting with his gaze. Isis looped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth to hers. She moaned deeply in her throat and the sound spurred him on to bring her to the ultimate pleasure.

  His name was ripped from her mouth and came out as a groan in his ear. Marc slid a hand underneath her ass to lift her higher to receive more of him. His hardened flesh eased inside then withdrew and with each deep stroke he felt her coming closer to completion. When she did release, her entire body tightened around him like a velvet glove as her head fell back, and her eyes closed as she finished on a high pitched-sigh.

  Marc continued to fill her body until he exploded deep within her then stayed on top of her balancing his weight while studying her face.

  “You're so beautiful,” he said quietly.

  Her eyes slowly opened and looked up at him. “You're beautiful. I can't believe how beautiful you are,” she responded.

He smiled at her and she touched his face. “You rarely smile, especially at me,” she whispered.

  “My job doesn't call for smiling but if you want me to smile at you, I'll remember that.”

  She smiled back at him before he began to kiss her. Isis pulled him closer feeling safe in his embrace. Marc had loved her so gently and lovingly. Her heart had been filled to capacity from his gentleness. This man had given her something she would cherish for the rest of her life. He hadn't taken her for just his own pleasure. He had slowly introduced her to the beauty of physical love.

  “I need you to loosen your legs,” he said kissing her neck.

  “Why?” Isis asked.

  “I need to get up before I crush you.”

  Isis obliged and felt bereft as he lifted from her body and headed to the bathroom. She stared up at the ceiling and a smile spread across her face. Agent Marcus Graham was more than she ever imagined. He returned and climbed into the bed next to her pulling the sheet over their bodies.

Lying on his side, he looked at her. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, everything is wonderful,” she smiled.

  “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all, thank you for being so patient and gentle.”

Marc touched her hair. “I never want to hurt you Isis.”

  “You didn't and I'm ready for more.” Her eyes darkened as she stared at his sexy muscled chest.

  He smiled at her again then turned her until her back was to him. Lovingly he ran a hand down her spine from her neck to her bottom. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled.

  Marc moved her hair aside and kissed her neck before pulling her back against his full erection. “Now I can show you what I get compliments for.”

  “I want to find out,” she whispered back before poking her bottom up against what was waiting for her.

Now that she'd had a taste of Marcus Graham, Isis was ready for the entire meal.

**********

  Milton Martin sat in his study trying to figure out how to get in touch with his daughter Isis. That damn Ray Parker hadn't told him anything and when he called Isabelle, her phone went directly to voicemail.  Somehow, he had to find her and he would do whatever he had to do.

  Milton looked up as his oldest daughter entered the room. Shana was conceived before he met Isabelle and Isis' mother. He'd never confirmed to Iris that Shana was his daughter. Her mother had given her the name Millicent after him, but she had chosen to go by her middle name since her father had not been in her life.

  Milton had tried to make it up to Shana by buying her everything she asked for but that had just made her both bitter and spoiled. She had a hatred for both of her half-sisters, especially Isabelle. Milton hoped she never acted on her feelings against Isis. That is where he would have to draw the line.

  “Hi Daddy!” Shana greeted coming to kiss her father's cheek.

Milton smiled as she took one of the comfy seats across from him. “Hello Shana.”

  “Why did you want to see me today?” she asked.

He sighed. “They've taken your sister and I can't find her.”

Shana frowned. “I don't have a sister so if you're talking about Isabelle, I hope they kill her.”

Milton matched her frown. “I'm not talking about Isabelle, I'm talking about Isis.”

Shana shrugged. “They can kill her too.”

  He slammed a fist on the desk. “The hell they can! They'd better not lay a hand on my baby girl!”

  “I'm your baby girl Daddy!” Shana yelled.

Milton tried to calm down. “Look Shana, I need to find her. I can't have her turning against me.”

  “You don't need them Daddy, you've got me,” Shana told him.

  “I need to find her dammit!” he yelled. “If I don't find her, I'll die!”

Shana jumped to her feet. “I hope she's dead!”

  Milton stood quickly to give a retort but before he could speak, he grabbed his chest trying to catch his breath. “Call 911...” he whispered before falling to the floor unconscious.

  “Daddy! Daddy!” Shana rushed to his side. “Oh my god! Daddy!”

  One of the cooks rushed into the kitchen and saw Milton lying on the floor with Shana over his body screaming his name. Moving into action, she rushed over to the desk and picked up the phone calling for emergency help.

  The paramedics arrived minutes later and began working on Milton. Shana stood in terror as they ministered to her father.

  “Miss, can you tell us what happened?” the attendant asked.

  “He was yelling and then he grabbed his chest. He told me to call 911!” she said frantically.

  “Does he have a history of heart problems?” he asked.

Shana shook her head. “No. I don't know,” she said confused.

  “Are you related to him?”

  “He's my Daddy.”

The attendant nodded. “We're taking him to the hospital. He's not conscious but he's breathing.”

  “Is he going to die?” she asked.

  “I can't say. You can ride in the ambulance with him if you like.”

  Shana rushed to the truck where her father had been loaded. She looked down into his face and took his hand. “It's okay Daddy. I'll take care of everything.”

*********

  Isis walked into the kitchen with Marc holding her hand. After demonstrating to her that her back could actually arch like a bow, he'd asked her to come and help fix a meal for them. Isis didn't tell him that she didn't spend much, scratch that...any time in the kitchen. She figured she'd just wing it when she got there. She'd watched the cooks at her Daddy's home and even a few shows on the Food Network and it hadn't appeared to be that difficult.

  He placed his weapon on the counter and moved to the fridge, surveying the contents as she surveyed him. Agent Marcus Graham was plain and simple, all out fine. The things he'd done to her in that bedroom had made her do everything from blushing to screaming. He'd told her that he was starting her out slowly and she was anticipating the increase in speed.

  “How about I grill some steaks and you sauté some veggies?” he asked turning to her.

Isis froze. Sauté? “Uh..., sure. That's fine.”

  She bit her lip and watched as he removed items from the refrigerator before placing them on the counter.

  “The pans are over in that cabinet,” he told her as he took the steaks and began to season them.

  Isis moved slowly to where he'd indicated and opened the cabinet door. There was an assortment of cookware before her and she stood staring.

  “What's wrong Princess?” he asked looking up.

She quickly glanced back at him. “Uh...just deciding which one I want to use.”

  “I think the larger skillet, since I'm very hungry.” He winked at her.

  Isis smiled then turned back grabbing what she hoped was a skillet and turned to the stove. She utilized mostly delivery and the microwave at her apartment. She rarely, if ever used the stovetop. Cautiously Isis turned the knob and when the fire ignited, she jumped. Nervously she glanced back and saw Marc intently seasoning the steaks on a platter. He finished and picked up the meat.