TOTAL ECLIPSE: The Evolution (Sin City Heat Series Book 7) (10 page)

wildly atop Marcus. She was seconds away from exploding when he plucked her out of her zone by flipping her over on her back and pulling completely out.

Confused, her lashes fluttered open. Aleesha stared at him through eyes dark with passion. Her pussy clenched angrily, empty and bereft as she stared up at him. “M-Marcus…baby, what…?”

Marcus leaned down and kissed her long and thorough, savoring her flavor with a greedy tongue that left her weak with longing. “I love you so damn much, Leesh.”

Aleesha nodded. “I love you, too.” Groaning in frustration, her hips lifting frantically as she tried to pull him back to her without success.

His stare unrelenting, Marcus reached down and caressed her warm, wet center, unlocking her womanly secrets and manipulating her pleasure with an expertise that put Aleesha at his complete and utter mercy. Her back and hips surged upward like a puppet at the end of a string. Sufficiently humbled, her pussy wept a river of creamy tears over his exploring fingers, drenching them with her nectar as she begged for fulfillment.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, sweetheart, what we both need, but first, listen to me,” Marcus crooned, his face close to hers. “What you did tonight…no, look at me,” he ordered softly when her eyelids drifted closed. He waited until Aleesha obeyed before continuing. “What you did tonight, trying to punish me by withholding what’s mine… we don’t play those games. Not ever.”

His words were delivered in a manner so smooth and calm that it took a moment before they penetrated her lust filled brain. Aleesha’s eyes grew wide with guilt, her lips trembling as she tried and failed to formulate a response.

Marcus didn’t expect or need one as long as she understood where he was coming from. His lips turned up with a crooked smile. “At least you didn’t deny that’s what you were doing.” Opening her legs wide, he settled between her thighs, the blunt tip of his dick resting outside the entrance of her soft folds. “You ready to apologize and make amends?”

The words were asked in a teasing fashion, but Aleesha’s somber nod made him groan with masculine need. “With your lil’ sexy ass,” he muttered in a thick voice. “Show me what this pussy do.”

Before she could catch a breath, Marcus plunged deep inside her moistened depths, penetrating Aleesha to her very core, and soothing her itch. Her hands gripped his ass as she held on, her toes literally curling into tight little balls, ecstatically taking everything he had to give. She gasped with every stroke of his beautiful dick, biting his shoulder, scratching his back, crying tears of absolute joy and relief as he carried her to his sexual promise land and made her cum with the skill of his forceful thrusts.

“Mmmm, yessss,” Marcus hissed as her foamy cream adhered to his dick like white icing on a birthday cake. He drove into her without mercy. Demanding more. Frantic and impatient. “Scream my name, baby. Let me know it’s good to you.”

“It is, Marcus!” Aleesha shrieked. “It’s good!
Sooo
good!”

“This shit right here…” Marcus’ teeth clenched tightly, his growl raw and animalistic. “You hear how this pussy purrs for me, like it can’t get enough of this dick?”

“Yes!”

“I
love
that shit, Leesh.”

Body trembling, her only response was a continuous wailing moan as he long stroked her through her orgasm. Skin drenched in sweat, Aleesha clawed at his back then gripped the sheets. She called out for the Almighty Himself as violent ripples of pleasure swirled over her like an endless, cascading waterfall.

Marcus’ groans joined hers as he growled her name. Their screams echoed in the room. The veins in his neck became more pronounced as he tensed moments before flooding Aleesha’s canal with thick spurts of his love fluids. He muttered incoherently, the English language momentarily deserting him as the muscles in her pussy clenched and released his shaft, milking every drop from him, leaving him spent and weak.

Finally, the urgent storm of their passion blew over and gave way to a peaceful, satisfying tranquility. Their breathing calmed. The momentum slowed. Marcus’ strokes now comforted and soothed her.

Sufficiently fucked and unquestionably satisfied, Aleesha’s hands caressed his wide back as she murmured his name. She welcomed the weight of his body as he sighed and momentarily collapsed on top of her, before rolling onto his side and pulling her close. Her body ridiculously relaxed, she slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.

“That was so good, baby,” she said in a breathless whisper.

“Incredible,” Marcus murmured in a low voice.

Aleesha sighed in agreement. She had just found a comfortable spot on his chest when Addy’s soft coos sounded through the baby monitor. She stiffened and waited. Like clockwork, her daughter’s hungry wail followed not long after.

“To say she was the premature one, she sure does eat more than her brother,” Aleesha moaned, untangling herself away from Marcus’ warm body.

Chuckling, Marcus pushed her back down and got out of the bed. “That’s Daddy’s little diva. I got her, baby. Stay here.”

“But…you have to get up in a few hours.” Deliciously sated, Aleesha offered the half-hearted protest even as she snuggled deeper into pillow.

“And whose fault is it that I’m still up,” he teased, going to the bureau and opening a drawer.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Aleesha slurred, already half asleep. “You’re too good to me.”

Marcus glanced at her indulgently, his smile tender and loving as he pulled on a pair of black pajama bottoms. As long as he grabbed a couple of hours of shuteye, he’d be fine to make it through the day. The lack of sleep was worth it as far as he was concerned. If he lived to be one hundred years old, he would never get tired of making love to his wife. Every woman he’d ever been with before her was a vague blur; they’d just been something to pass the time with until he found his way to her. There would never be anyone else for him but Aleesha Bennett. She was it.

“I love you, Marcus,” she mumbled.

“Love you too, sweetheart. Get some sleep,” Marcus answered before walking out of the room to take care of his babies.  

CHAPTER 10

Jerra stepped back, checking out her handiwork in the huge walk-in closet. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded and dusted her hands off. She’d barely made a dent in what she wanted to do, but it was progress. She had been talking about rearranging her closet forever, but just hadn’t been able to find the time.

Wrinkling her nose she corrected herself. The truth was, she could’ve made the time, but…well… she hadn’t wanted to. Tonight, however, she welcomed the opportunity because she desperately needed something to occupy her mind. With D.J. at his sleepover, and Tina turning in early, it left her with nothing to do but think about Darrell and the current state of her marriage. Right now, she didn’t want to do either.

Jerra eyed the stacks of clothes and shoes on the floor. She’d made a giveaway pile and a throwaway pile. Tomorrow, she would bag everything up and get it out of there, but as for now she was finally giving in to the urge to take the nice, long shower that had been calling her name for the past couple of hours.

Once in the bathroom, she turned the water on for her shower and adjusted it to the temperature she wanted before stripping her clothes off. Pulling the scrunchie from her hair, she massaged her scalp, fluffing the crinkly strands in the process, until they flowed down her back.

Staring in the mirror, she squinted. Grabbing her hair in one hand and pulling it away from her face she turned her head to the right, then the left, trying to imagine how she’d look with short hair. She felt the need for a change. A sexy summer cut just might be the thing.

I wonder if Darrell would like…

The thought slipped through her mind as naturally as breathing, but Jerra quickly shut it down. Scowling, she released her hair and walked to the shower. He didn’t care what she thought about his actions, so why should she care about his? Roni’s opinion seemed to be the only one that mattered to him.

Darrell always did what Darrell wanted to do. Damn the consequences. Maybe it was about time she starting putting herself first and doing the same.

Darrell let himself into his house and then disarmed the alarm. Stuffing his keys in his pocket, he cocked his head, listening for any sounds or movement as he walked through the house.

“Jerra?” he called out, not wanting to walk up on her and startle her. When he saw she wasn’t in the family room or the kitchen, he made his way up the stairs to their bedroom.

“Jerra.” He called her name again, but still didn’t get an answer. As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he understood why when he heard water running from the bathroom. She must be taking a shower.

Darrell resigned himself to wait for her to finish. Again, he hoped this didn’t backfire and blow up in his face, but one thing he had never been in life was patient. He wouldn’t rest until this was resolved. He had to try and get Jerra to understand how much she meant to him. She would be upset with him for being there, but he couldn’t let that stop him.

Deciding to at least alert her to the fact that he was in the house so that he didn’t scare the shit out of her when she saw him, he opened the bathroom door and stuck his head in before entering. He stopped when he saw her shampooing her hair. Darrell leaned back against the vanity and took the opportunity to just watch her unguarded for a moment through the glass shower door.

His hungry eyes ran over her hourglass figure, slick and wet from the water. Even after all this time, he never failed to acknowledge how striking his wife was. It still baffled him that he’d gotten so lucky. Women like her usually didn’t go for men like him. It humbled him to hear her say that he saved her during a time she didn’t even know she needed saving. If anything they’d saved each other.

His gaze went to the sleek curtain of black hair she was now rinsing beneath the pelting spray of the water. The straight, glossy strands fell down her back like a heavy curtain, but he knew once it began to dry, her hair would turn into a cloud of thick wild curls she’d have to brush and tame it into submission. Darrell loved her hair. She’d been hinting around again about cutting it. Ultimately, he told her it was her choice; it was just hair, it would grow back, but he always cautioned her to leave enough for him to grab hold of when he was hitting it from behind. Darrell smiled. She would just shake her head and tell him to stop being ridiculous…but he noticed she always changed her mind about cutting it after that.

Darrell tilted his head to the side as he studied her. Jerra was such a gorgeous woman. She had striking coloring, her beautiful smooth skin the hue of natural cocoa. Jerra didn’t know her exact ethnicity. From what she told him, her mother was African American but she never knew her father, and her mother never talked about him. Jerra suspected he was possibly Hispanic. More than likely Panamanian. She only discovered his name by accident. Darrell offered to try and find him for her if she wanted to, but she said she’d rather not even attempt it. He knew part of the reason was because she was afraid of the type of person she’d find her father to be. Darrell could relate.

Funny how so much in their lives mirrored each other’s. They hadn’t had the best mothers, and didn’t know their fathers. They’d dealt with tragic events in their childhoods, Jerra being raped by her stepfather, and Darrell thrown into an orphanage. Both experienced overwhelming odds in their lives, but had come out stronger because of them. In
spite
of them. He was determined this time would be no different.

“Darrell, what are you doing here?”

He blinked when he heard her voice. Refocusing, he brought himself out of his inner reverie and saw Jerra’s dark brows drawn together in anger. She clearly wasn’t pleased to see him there, but he’d expected that.

“We need to talk, Jerra. Tonight. I’m not leaving until we do.”

Jerra stared at Darrell with her mouth wide open before closing it with an audible snap. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“I was trying to avoid doin’ that. I only came in the bathroom to let you know I was here.”

“Dammit, Darrell, I asked you to stay away. It’s funny how you pick and choose the times you respect my wishes. God, this is so like you.”

Darrell met her furious gaze head on, his expression calm but determined. “Yeah, it is, so there’s no use in arguing about it.”

His eyes dropped down to caress her body. The moment he saw her in the shower, he’d gotten aroused, but he’d honestly just come here to talk. It took everything in him to push away from the bathroom sink and walk away.

“I’ll be downstairs whenever you finish taking your shower,” he called out.

“You are so full of crap. At least be real about your motives.”

Pausing with his hand on the doorknob, Darrell glanced at her over his shoulder, his forehead creased in confusion. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“You know as well as I do that the real reason you popped in like this was to make sure Renzo wasn’t here.” Her eyes burned with an emotion very close to disgust.

Darrell froze. His face went dark with fury. “What did you just say?”

“I said be real about your motives because…”

Darrell shook his head to stop her, his voice deadly quiet. “No. After that.”

He took a step towards the shower. Then another. Darrell wanted to make sure he saw Jerra’s face clearly when she repeated herself, wanted to watch her lips move and form those words again.

Jerra lifted her chin with a sharp jerk. “You heard me.”

Darrell cocked his head to the side. He desperately wanted to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood what the fuck he
thought
she’d said. “Couldn’t have.” His grey eyes remained fixed on her like a sniper’s scope locked in on a target. They narrowed dangerously, tracking every single nuance of her expression. “Say it again.”

Jerra swallowed, but didn’t avert her gaze. “You know that’s why you’re here. Are you really going to stand there and act like the thought didn’t cross your mind?”

Darrell’s voice rose a notch to match his temper, which had escalated to a critically high level. “Actually, it didn’t. The question is why did it cross
yours
?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought that’s what you and I do now, keep people from our past relevant in our present.”

The not so subtle dig about the phone calls he made to Roni caused Darrell’s lips to tighten in annoyance, but he wouldn’t allow her to distract him from the current subject. “Are you saying he’s someone special from your past?”

Jerra sent him an ice-cold smile. “You can leave now. Set the alarm on your way out.”