Red, White and Beautiful (16 page)

I glance quickly at her. “I’m sorry…what?”

“Never mind! The mother’s name is Esme.”

“Is it Esmeralda?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t matter, does it?”

She chuckles softly. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

“Ok…we’re here baby.”

She turns and stares at the private little cove on the beach that I have set up for us. Her eyes widen. The little cove is being protected by a few guards I hired so no one can come down. I paid a lot of money to secure it. She can’t see the table I have set up hidden on the sand behind the trees, or the blanket where I fully intend to suck every inch of her beautiful body.

“Oh, Marcus,” she breathes. “All ours?”

“All ours, baby.”

She looks over at me with a smile so big, it digs deep into my soul.

Every moment that she smiles at me like that, makes me know that every choice I made in the past few days, has been the right one.

I don’t regret a single decision.

I feel my heart swell as we walk down onto the sand where Marcus has organized a table to be set in the middle of the private cove. There’s also a rug on the ground, it’s huge, and looks extremely soft and inviting.

I flush and look up at him, he’s grinning down at me and for the first time…like…ever…he looks truly happy. He takes my hand and leads me over to the table and chairs. I stare down at the round table that is covered with a white satin table cloth. It has a few of those fake candles and a couple of red roses in the middle. There’s a few dishes covered with silver tops. I can’t help the splitting smile that creeps across my face.

“My sexy sweet is a romantic,” I murmur.

He looks down at me with those sexy, dark brown eyes. “I’ll be anything for you, sweetheart.”

I grin. “Would you submit to me?”

His brows raise. “Submit…are you serious?”

“I could be…”

He tilts his head to the side. “You want me on my knees, baby, I’ll get on my knees.”

I feel my eyes grow heavy. “You will?”

He strokes my cheek. “I’ll do anything.”

I lean up and brush my lips across his, then I rub my stomach.

“Hungry.”

He chuckles and pulls out my chair. “Then let us eat.”

“Why thank you kind sir,” I grin, sitting down.

He opens the dishes and pours me an orange juice and himself a wine. I feel my heart swell again. He’s looking after me and peanut.

That’s sweet. I inhale the smell of food. Yum. Just yum. I stare down at the set-up of sandwiches, cheese, crackers, some roast, and is that…oh…

it is…caramel tart. I lick my lips and Marcus laughs.

“You look like you’re about to jump the table for that tart.”

“Oh, I am.”

“Lunch first.”

I pout at him. With a gorgeous smile, he serves me a plate full of food. I begin eating and we chat through lunch in a way we’ve never chatted before. We laugh, talk about growing up, talk about our favorite things and our hates. It’s all things we have never really had a chance to talk about before. When we finish our tart, Marcus presses a button on a small player by the table, some soft music comes on. He stands and offers me his hand.

“Dance with me, baby?”

I smile, and stand. When he pulls me into his arms, my body comes to life. He presses against me, his lips are on my temple, his arms are around me and I feel completely at home. We sway softly to the music, just holding each other, just enjoying this moment.

“Sierra, I have to ask you something.”

My heart hammers. He’s not going to…is he going to…propose?

“Ok…”

He lets me go and looks down at me. “First, I bought a house.”

I gape. “What?”

“A house, right near your parents’…a big, beautiful house to raise our children.”

“But…your life is in D.C…”

“No, my life is with you. I don’t feel a need to be there any longer, out here, I feel at home. It’s closer to your family, to my family…our children need that.”

“So you bought a house?” I whisper.

“Yes, for us.”

“O-ok…”

God, I can’t wrap my head around that one. He bought a house? Near my family? He did that for me and peanut?

“I know it’s overwhelming, but I promise you’ll love it.”

I stroke his face. “I’ll love anything as long as I’m with you.”

“Then that brings me to the next thing.”

He begins lowering to his knee and my heart speeds up. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a ring, no box, just a beautiful diamond ring.

Tears tumble down my cheeks as he looks up at me, his eyes full of love.

“I’m on my knees, for more reasons than one. The first reason, is that I want you to see I am giving you myself. I am giving you control. I am giving you everything that’s inside me. On my knees, I present myself to you and promise you that I’ll always be willing to be whatever you need.

On my knees, I promise I’ll never cheat, lie or betray you. On my knees, I promise I’ll never hurt you, I promise I’ll always have your back and take care of you when you’re sick. On my knees, Sierra, I ask you to be my wife?”

I feel my legs tremble as I look down at him. “Yes, a million times, yes.”

A splitting grin spreads across his face and he slips the ring onto my finger. I am still blubbering like a small child, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters in this moment. When Marcus goes to get up, I put my hand on his shoulder.

“No, stay just like that.”

He does, looking up at me with those dazzling brown eyes. I run my fingers around his jaw and then up over his lips. He parts them, so I slip my finger inside. His eyes grow lusty.

“Suck,” I order.

His eyes meet mine as he sucks my finger in, swirling his tongue around it. Feeling the softness of his mouth on my skin, is overwhelming and incredibly erotic. When I slide my finger out, I run it around his lips once more. Then I grip my dress, pulling it over my head until I’m standing in my underwear. Marcus sucks in a breath, and when I grip my bra and drop it off, his gaze becomes so hooded, it’s sexy all sin. When I drop my panties, he makes a strangled sound.

“What are you going to do with me?” I purr, stepping closer.

His hands slide up my legs until he’s cupping my bottom, he massages it gently, kneading and playing until I’m shuddering. He pulls me closer, pressing his mouth to my pelvic bone, softly kissing it. His mouth moves over my skin, making it heat up and come alive beneath his lips. I whimper when his head moves lower. He grips one of my thighs and pushes it out so I sink down and am closer to his mouth. When his tongue flickers lightly over my cleft, I groan. He’s not touching it enough to bring pleasure, but enough to make me want…desperately.

“Marcus…” I whisper.

“I’m on the ground baby,” he murmurs into my skin. “You tell me what you want. You have the control.”

“Lick me.”

“Where?” he growls.

“Lick my pussy, god, Marcus, lick it.”

I feel his chest rumble with pleasure as he leans forward, slowly sliding his tongue up my slit until he finds my clit. He reaches down and grips my ankle, putting my leg over his shoulder so he can delve deeper. I cry out when he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, forcefully. My body buckles, but he uses his hands to hold me up as I shake and tremble. God, I’ve missed him. I’ve missed everything about him. He slides one hand up my leg until he finds my damp entrance, then he gently slips two fingers inside, stretching me, filling me so perfectly.

“God, Marcus, more…”

He sucks harder, thrusts harder and that does it for me. I come so hard my body buckles and I fall to the ground. He’s over me in a second, his mouth is on mine, his hands are massaging my breasts. The sudden mix of pleasure in my body has me jerking violently as he drives my orgasm out. When I gain my focus back, I shove at his chest, pushing him onto his back. I roll, pressing my body down the hard length of his and running my lips across his.

“My turn,” I murmur.

I grip his shirt, tearing it up and over his head before moving down to his jeans. I unbutton them, and pull the down as quickly as I can, wanting him to be free. When I see his cock spring out, I grin.

“Commando. Living dangerously, sexy sweet?”

He grins at me. “Just tryin’ something new.”

“I like it.”

“I knew you would, now stop talking and suck my cock.”

I shudder. “God, say that again.”

I grip his cock in my hand and he groans.

“Suck. My. Cock.”

“Yes, sir,” I growl.

I lean down, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I don’t take him deeply though, instead I begin sliding my tongue down his shaft until I reach his balls. Gently I suck them into my mouth and he groans loudly. I slide back up his length, swirling and teasing until I reach his head again. A drop of pre cum rolls down his length and I snake my tongue out and lick it off.

“Stop fucking teasing me, you little minx. Suck it.”

I giggle and then lower my head over him. His throaty rasp is enough for me, I pull him deeper until he’s growling and cursing. I use one hand to stroke him while my mouth works his head. I’m just getting into it, when he grips my hair and pulls me off, flipping me onto my back before I can even blink.

“I need to fuck you.”

“God, yes…”

“Not like this.”

I stare up at him. He stares around a moment, then he grins and lifts me from the floor. He walks over to the table and shoves the plates off.

They land on the sand with a thump. He puts my bottom on the table, but doesn’t lay me down. His hand goes around to the small of my back and he presses it there, while his other hand hooks my legs around his waist.

When he’s got me how he wants me, he grips his cock and presses it to my entrance. When he slides in, slowly, deeply, I groan. Nothing could feel better than Marcus Harrison fucking you, nothing.

He slide his cock out with a groan, and then slides it back in. I drop my head back, and his lips find my throat as he works his hips, pumping in and out until I am screaming his name and clawing his back. He holds me off though, not letting me come by pulling out every time I am about to.

“Marcus,” I rasp.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he growls into my ear.

“Let me come.”

“What do you say?”

“Please…oh please…”

“Please what?”

“Asshole,” I rasp as he thrusts his hips again, bringing me to the edge.

“I don’t believe that’s correct, try again.”

He rocks his hips and his cock presses up against my sweet spot. My body jerks, desperate for release. My fingernails are against his skin so fiercely I can feel blood beneath them.

“Please…sir,” I whine loudly, tilting my hips up.

Grinning, he slams in hard and fast. I come so hard I see white. He thrusts, in and out, in and out, until I’m coming again and he’s coming hard and deep inside me. His head is thrown back, his chest is heaving and god, he looks so fucking gorgeous. His groans of pleasure are everything to me. When he comes down from his high and I’ve come down from mine, he lifts me onto his hips, pulling out of me. He carries me back to the blanket and lays us both down gently.

“You have learned well, sweetheart.”

I grin up at him. “Well, you did all right yourself, sir.”

“Being a submissive, even for five minutes…it took a lot.”

I stroke his face. “I know.”

“Do you know how much I love you?”

I flush and tilt my head, kissing his neck. “You got on your knees for me. I think…yeah…I think I know how much you love me.”

“Forever, me and you. Got that?”

“I got that, sexy sweet.”

“So…new house, new baby, new life. Do you think we’ve made our point?”

I giggle and slap his arm. “I think we screamed our point to the world. No regrets?”

“Not one.”

“So…where to from here?”

He grins down at me. “Well, first I’m going to kiss you. Then, I’m going to make love to you.”

“I mean after that,” I chuckle.

“After that’s a mystery, and that’s what makes it amazing, sweetheart.”

“So long as I’m in it with you, it can throw anything at us.”

He runs his lips across my temple.

“I’m right there with you baby, every step of the way.”

I snuggle into him, knowing he means that wholeheartedly…and that…that’s enough to make any girl smile.

“Hmmmm,” I groan, rolling to my side and facing Marcus.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

“Hello, sir, it’s always nice to wake up with a back tickle.”

“I can tickle anywhere you like, sweetheart.”

“Rebel.”

He chuckles and presses himself against me, I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. I shift my massive belly and groan as it wobbles around. God, this baby is doing crazy things to me. He or she better get out soon because seriously, it’s painful. Well, I am sure labor is far more painful, but it’s worth it. Or so I’m told. Marcus runs his hands down my large belly, gently stroking little circles over our oversized peanut.

“You know we can’t get jiggy with it when I’m about to pop,” I whine.

“You can’t, I can.”

“Huh?”

He rolls to his back and I feel movement under the sheet.

“Oh you wouldn’t.”

He groans and I yank the sheet back to see his hand sliding up and down his cock. I lick my lips, the sight is so utterly erotic. Seeing a man pleasuring himself takes the cake in my books. I watch as his massive hand slides up and down his length, stroking slowly. His other hand reaches down to cup his balls and that’s enough for me, I squirm to reach my clit but…god dammit…I can’t get it. I turn to my side and try that with no luck. Marcus begins stroking harder and faster, his chest becomes tight, his body clenches and oh god, he looks so fucking sexy.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Want me to come?”

“No,” I whine, trying to reach my nether regions. Seriously, how can I not reach it? I know I’m pregnant, but sheesh.

Marcus’ hand moves harder and faster and his head sinks back into the pillow. God, fuck it, why can’t I reach? I need to feel release. My fiancé is giving himself pleasure right in front of me and I can’t even reach my own clit. That’s one for the books. I watch as Marcus’ mouth opens and a strangled groan escapes as his release begins spurting out onto his belly in long, thick strands. I whimper and roll, trying one last time to get my clit. It ends badly. I end up rolling off the bed and landing on my back, thank god for the low bed. I cry out and slap my hand on the floor beside me.