I Take Thee (4 page)

“Marcus, I’d love that.”

And Marcus could tell she did. Her cheeks were colored pink, and judging by the quick rise and fall of her breasts and the heady scent stealing into his lungs, she was more than a little aroused. Marcus wished he might find a potion that would keep him erect all day. Every day. His whole life. Even as a grandpa. So he could satisfy that horny grandma Marly would make. But dammit, he was not even twenty-six and already having erectile dysfunction. Life sucked big time.

“Marly,” he whispered, his throat suddenly constricting with emotion. “
Baby
.” How could this have happened to her?
Why
, goddammit!

“You know I’ve had fantasies,” she said.

This was getting nuts. He didn’t do well with nuts; he was allergic. “Does this mean I’ll get mine? You know, you kissing a playboy bunny, me watching…?”

She laughed. “I’ll think about it, M. Though I’d much rather kiss a man!”

He was solemn as he regarded her. “How many should I ask for? One…two?”

“The whole regiment!”

“Aw, come on, honey. I can barely stomach the idea of someone touching you and you want a whole pack of men?”

“Just call someone.”

He turned to do just that.

“Marcus?” That hoarse word made him turn to her in concern. She nervously gnawed her lower lip, her eyes watery. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

He took her shoulders in his hands and squeezed. “Don’t be. I’m with you, Marly. I love you, baby, I’d kill for you, you know that.”

“But this is so weird!”

Damn right it was. She was
in heat
, for God’s sake. For once the normal, once-a-month PMS phenomenon didn’t look so bad. But the last thing he wanted was make her worry; he was doing enough for both of them. “Let’s just look at it like an adventure.

We’ve had those in our days, remember? Driving my Uncle Rob’s tractor into the pond?

The fireworks in the chicken’s coop?”

She choked on a breath and nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Poor chickens.”

“Aw, don’t get all teary on me.” He hugged her, the side of his face tightly pressed to her belly as he squeezed her, and even
he
felt a knot form in his throat. He hated to see her suffer. Hated to think he wasn’t worthy of her, wasn’t capable, wasn’t man enough.

“This’ll be our greatest adventure yet.”

“Will you still love me?” she whispered.

He understood she needed to hear it, because a part of him wanted to know that, no matter what, Marly would forever love him, too. So he said, “Always.”

And that seemed to appease her. Even though he still felt like shit.

She sighed, then spread her arms out. “Now what?”

“Now you wait,” he gently said, turning back to the computer so he could browse through the yellow pages, jot down a couple of phone numbers, and finally punch some numbers in.

Marly waited, leaning on the desk beside him, twirling a pencil along with a handful of others inside a steel cup. “A Brad Pitt look-alike would be nice,” she said thoughtfully.

A quick eyebrow shot up as he stared at her. “And have you break him like a twig?

Honey, you need…” Then, eyes widening at a brisk answer on the other end, he spoke into the receiver, “Ah, yes, hello there, Miss. Do any of your professional escorts look like Brad Pitt?”

He looked at Marly while he listened to the crisp, business-like female on the other end, then whispered to her, “No. But they’ve got Jackie Chan, would you like him?”

Her forehead creased in puzzlement as she apparently tried to remember if she knew him. Marcus’s second eyebrow rose. “Hon. It was a joke.”

“Oh.” She grinned and furrowed her nose. “Jerk.” Her smile spread out even more as she settled her nude little rump over his lap and, turning slightly, twined one arm around his neck. “Ask if they’ve got a Gerry Butler.”

“A who?”

“Just ask!”

“Any Gerry Butler by chance?”

He listened intently, mouthed the word, “no,” then turned his full attention to the formal-talking lady and slammed a hand onto the desk beside the keypad. “Well, I need the best guy you’ve got. One who can go nonstop for hours and has a big sturdy cock,” he said with a flair. “We want someone who’ll get right down to business and give a good long fuck.”

As he went on with address and credit info, Marly squirmed on top of him. Before she decided to pull away, he curled an arm around her waist and held her still so she could feel their previously dormant little friend stabbing into her bottom.

In soldier-like position.

Ready to charge.

Damn, Marcus was grateful. Because he really, really wanted to fuck his wife. Her back went rigid at attention, and he allowed himself the luxury of running his gaze down her elegant spine, his arm firmly around her waist as he slowly sought out her wet spot and pushed inside.

She whimpered as he entered. With her tight, damp cunt stretching around him, Marcus choked on a groan.

“Thank you,” he said roughly into the receiver before he quickly hung up. “Now come here, you.” He cupped her jaw and kept her face turned so he could kiss her, their lips touching softly, playfully as both his hands started gliding toward her breasts. “You turned me on with all that squirming.” His thumbs traced the underside of each globe, then stroked her nipples, scraping to and fro until they’d hardened like rubies.

Her limbs quivered over his, her hips rolling with him inside. “Marcus are you sure…I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. You’re so wet now. It’s like honey.” He slid one hand down her stomach, then lower, to where they were joined. Finding her hot spot, he fondled her, slightly pinching the damp pearl on top with his thumb and forefinger, then rolling it with the pad.

“Please, oh, please, Marcus fuck me. Fuck me bad.” She folded her arms behind her, cupping the back of his neck so she could purr the words into his mouth as he slowly, so slowly, moved inside her.

“You’ve been a naughty girl; of course I’ll fuck you bad. I might even need to spank you.” God, her pussy was tight. Slick. Burning.

“Don’t tease me; I’m very vulnerable.”

He caught her earlobe between his lips and tugged. “I’m not teasing you. I think I’d like to smack this little behind very much.”

Her sex rippled around his cock as she breathed out a tremulous, “Yes.”

“You’re a bad, wicked little wildcat. You deserve a good spank. You deserve two guys fucking your brains out, maybe even three.”

She came, surprising him as she violently shuddered on top of him. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and it took all his efforts not to come with her. Gritting his teeth as he continued to pump her, Marcus stroked her nub faster, his finger circling, rubbing her hard as her tremors continued then gradually subsided. “You about done yet?

‘Cause I’m not through with you.”

“More.”

He cleared one side of the desk with a swipe of his arm, stacks of papers and pencils clattering down on the floor. He flattened her over the surface, her breasts crushed against the smooth glass in a way that made him ache to see her from underneath, her nipples pressed against the glass, those perfect globes crammed together. But he had a great view from where he stood, too. This position left the sensual curve of her rump completely exposed to him, her swollen lips gleaming with her juice.

“Let me just have a taste of that.”

He bent to lick up that cream with his tongue. He let out a pleasured growl at the warm, rich taste of her, then plunged his tongue into her tight, slick sheath and drew out more.

Marly cried out. Marcus had gotten so rigid he was sure his cock could easily penetrate granite, and his balls felt heavy with cum. He hurt all over, his thighs and limbs, his back and arms, every miserable scab in his body, but that was nothing compared to the pain wanting her caused.

He inserted a finger inside her. Her body arched back, a helpless yelp ripping out of her throat. Her pussy clamped around him, drawing him into the fiery, burning depths of her. His free hand moved between her ass cheeks, his thumb stroking the rosette of her anus.

“How about that?” he murmured, his words a hot whisper in the silent, still surroundings of their living room.

“Yes.”

A hand rose, quickly smacking her cheek. She yelped, her skin tinting to bright pink.

“Naughty girl.”

“Marcus.” The need in her voice rushed into his blood like the headiest aphrodisiac.

Something roared inside his ears, and he suspected it was his heart, close to bursting now.

“Shush, you little she-cat.” He smacked her again, the flesh on her butt bouncing, her skin coloring brighter. “Do you or do you not deserve a good spank?”

“Yes.”

He spanked again. Her cry filled him with desire, stinging his balls. He smoothed his palm over her jiggling mound, rubbing the sting, his voice hoarse. “Does this hurt you?”

She shuddered. “Be mean to me. Have no mercy.” He folded his body perfectly over hers, his chest against her back, his hips aligned with her delectable little ass.

“You want it rough, lioness?” He nipped her ear.

“Are you giving me rough, tiger?”

“Oh, no, honey, I’m the big bad wolf.”

“Marcus…” She rubbed the round, plump flesh of her buttocks against his cock. “I want it…up the ass.”

“And that’s exactly where you’ll be getting it.” He pulled back slightly, spread her cheeks with his hands, eyeing the little hole he was about to penetrate. The tip of his cock rubbed the start of her pussy, back up to her ass, spreading her own cream all along the dent.

“How about I moisten my cock with your cream.” He plunged into her pussy and groaned at the delicious tightness before he pulled out. He bent forward again, the crown of his cock pressed to the rim of muscle in her ass, prodding gently. “Now take me. Take me in your ass, darling. Squeeze every drop of cum in me.”

Her hips shoved back to take him as he plunged, his groan and her moan ringing in the room at once.

His next thrusts weren’t lazy or meant to please her.

They were meant to let her know he was in charge, he was hot, and he was fucking her. By the way she mewled and curved back her spine, he could see she welcomed the brutal way he took her, the way his hands gripped her waist tight so he could stab into her with hot, fierce jabs.

She mewled and pleaded, welcoming his teeth as they gnawed at the side of her neck, welcoming the distended length of his cock thrusting into her ass. The sounds she made catapulted his pleasure into a delicious, heady feeling that drove him wild.

He pulled out once, shaking with restraint as he rubbed his slick cock between the mounds of her buttocks.

“Beg me.”

“Please.”

“Beg me, Marly.”

“Oh, please, Marcus, please, fuck me.”

He rammed inside her again, huffing out a breath as her ass latched onto his cock. He wrapped an arm around her hips and dipped his hand to touch her pussy.

She was dripping.

So damned wet.

He fondled her, circling her nub with his middle finger while he kept pounding into her ass. When her orgasm exploded through her in waves, he followed with his own, letting out a violent, animalistic roar.

For long minutes afterward, all that was heard in the room was their shallow pants, until Marcus pulled back slightly and helped her to her feet, asking, “Can you walk?”

She giggled. “Of course, silly.”

“Great, maybe you can carry
me
.” He made a show of wincing when she playfully slapped his shoulder. Placing an arm around her, he kissed her forehead, saying, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get clean. We don’t want our visitor thinking this is a farm or anything.”

“A zoo you mean!”

Their laughter followed them down the hallway.

Only minutes later, under the warm, pounding spritz of the shower, Marcus bit back a groan. “Fuck! That stings.”

Marly stared at his cock worriedly, the soap idle in her hand while rivulets of water danced down her body, between her breasts, one dangling precariously at the tip of her chin. “We should put on some ointment, M. That looks really red.”

He took the soap from her hands, quickly lathering his chest, and pointedly avoiding the Red Zone. “All it needs is a little rest.”

Marly hesitated for a moment, clearly doubting if that was possible, then she nodded in accord. “I’m okay now.”

“Of course you’re ok. I just fucked you.” He turned her around and lathered her back.

“Well we’re going to
need
to give it a rest. You can’t miss work again tomorrow…can you?”

“Unless you want to get my butt fired, no, M, I can’t miss work tomorrow. I just started, baby.” He turned her around and tilted her face to his. “You’re going to have to wait for me and be on your best behavior.”

Marly went still as she let him scrub between her breasts, her legs, bracing her weight with a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll try.”

“You have my permission to touch yourself all you want. Hell, you can get it all on tape, I don’t mind watching when I get home.”

“I can’t do myself and film at the same time. Besides, haven’t you seen all the news?

People steal those and make those public.”

He winked. “And then we’re millionaires. Got it.”

* * * *

The man stepped around his car and surveyed the house for a moment before starting for the front door.

Marcus locked his jaw in sudden annoyance. The guy was big. And muscled. Bigger and more muscled than Marcus.

It made him almost regret that he’d asked for such a paragon of masculinity and sex-drive. He’d asked for every girl’s wet dream, hadn’t he? Well hell, what if Marly started having wet dreams about this other guy now?

When Marcus opened the door, he stared at the intruder, measuring him up and down, his height, his width, his overall presence. The man’s hair was long, held back into a pony tail like he was a cover model or something. His eyes were brown, an unremarkable brown, Marcus decided—determined to find a fault in him somewhere—