With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (83 page)

“You always look beautiful, but we have time to swing by your place for a while.”

“Okay.” She takes my hand in hers and holds it tightly, and just that small touch has my cock on full alert. “How is your week going?”

“Not bad,” I reply. “Work is busy, as usual. I’ve done a little more work on your house.”

“Your house,” she replies immediately, making me grin. She can pretend all she wants that the house isn’t hers, but since the other night, there’s no question in my mind.

It’s Meredith’s house. And I’m going to live in it with her for the next sixty years.

That is, if she doesn’t dump me on my ass to go back on tour with a pop star.

Fuck me.

“Our house?” I shoot her the smile that always makes her melt and she bites her lip. I’m going to bite that lip when I get her back to her apartment.

“Your house,” she whispers.

She’s not fooling anyone.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says when we get up to her apartment. “I have airplane grossness all over me.”

“I’ll help.” I pull her behind me to her bathroom and start the shower to let the water heat up, but instead of immediately ripping her clothes off her, I take my time. I pull her shirt and bra off and spend a few minutes kissing and nibbling her shoulders, around her breasts and down to her navel. She tugs my shirt over my head and gently sweeps her fingertips over my skin, sending goose bumps over me, making my cock even harder for her.

Jesus, I’m fucking addicted to her.

My lips trail down her stomach to her smooth pubic bone as I peel her leggings down her hips and thighs, and then hold her hand as she steps out of them.

“Two nights without you is too long,” I murmur and kiss her inner thighs, cup her bare ass in my hands and squeeze as she plunges her fingers in my hair and holds on tight.

“Definitely too long. You still have your pants on,” she says.

“I don’t give a shit about my pants,” I reply and prop her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. I brush a fingertip gently over her swollen clit and through her pussy lips, making her gasp.

“I do.” She’s panting now and has my hair clenched in a death grip. “I want you out of them.”

“I will be,” I murmur and lean in to kiss her swollen flesh. “Fuck me, you smell like sex.”

“Not yet,” she says and lets out a small chuckle. “But I’m hoping to very soon.”

I look up into her ice blue eyes as I lick her from her wet opening to her clit and back down again, then sink in and go to town on her, making her cry out as her legs begin to shake.

“I’m going to fall!”

I shake my head no and brace her ass in my hands, not letting up until she comes long and loud on my mouth. Her juices are dripping down my chin. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted and the noises coming from her make my cock throb.

I stand slowly, peppering kisses up her tight body, then quickly strip out of my jeans and boxer briefs and lead her into the shower. Mer immediately reaches for my wash-cloth and shower gel and busies herself washing me, dragging the soapy cloth over my body, around my pulsing, hard cock, slower than fuck just to make me crazy, I’m sure.

When she’s finally done, I turn the tables on her, slowly washing every inch of her perfect skin.

“If I say I’m sorry for torturing you, will you go faster?” she asks breathlessly.

“No.”

She chuckles and then moans when I drag her shower puff between her legs, washing her pussy.

“You’re extra dirty here.”

“That’s your fault.” She gasps and grips my biceps to keep from losing her balance as I press just a little harder. “God, that feels good.”

I kiss her cheek and down to her neck, biting softly but not hard enough to mark her. Her fingertips dig into my arms when I drag the soapy puff through her folds one last time before dropping it to the floor so I can rinse her off.

“How is it possible that you feel more toned than you did just last week?”

“I probably am,” she replies before kissing my chest. “The routine for Starla was more rigorous than anything I’ve done in the year I’ve been home. It toned me back up. Does it bother you?”

“Nothing about you bothers me. I love it when you’re curvy and I love it when you’re leaner. Fuck, M, I’m addicted to you any way I can get you.” I turn off the water and dry us both off then lead her to her bed.

“I thought we were going to talk,” she murmurs as I lower her to her bed and cover her body with mine.

“Later.” I slide my hand over her breast and down her ribcage to her hip. “The thing you need to remember, sweetheart, is you’re
mine
. Only you.” I kiss her neck and collarbone. “This is the only body I fantasize about.” I leave open-mouthed kisses over her breasts, pull on her tight nipples, then leave a mark right over her heart, where no one but me can see it.

Suddenly, she pushes on my shoulders, reversing our positions and braces herself on my chest. “That’s good to hear,” she says breathlessly as she raises up on her knees and lowers herself onto my cock. “Because I feel the same way. It’s only you, M.” She guides my hands over her breasts and down to her hips where I grip her tightly and lead her into a steady rhythm, watching with fascination as she rides me. She runs one tiny hand of hers down her stomach to her clit while the other hand cups her breast, pinching her nipple as she rides me with abandon. Just when I think she can’t get any more beautiful she completely beguiles me, throws me for a loop and knocks me off balance.

She bites her lip and tips her head back as she increases her pace, her hips rolling over mine quickly now.

My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her down onto me harder with every thrust.

“Jesus Christ, M.” I groan. She opens her eyes and pins me with her gaze as she bears down, clenches around me harder than she ever has and comes hard, shivering and bucking against me.

“Oh God!”

“Holy fuck!” I cry and sit up straight, wrapping my arms around Mer’s waist and hold her close as I come with her. My cock explodes inside her as her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop from me.

“I think you missed me,” she whispers and lays her head on my chest.

“I think you’re right.” I lie back and cuddle her against me. She was right, we do have to talk, but it’ll wait. For now, I just want to hold her close and breathe her in and not worry about her being jealous or the possibility of her leaving me.

“Sex with you is more exhausting than eight hours of dance with Jax,” she mumbles. I grin and kiss her hair softly. “And did I see you leave a love bite on my boob?”

“You did.”

“Aren’t we too old for that?”

“No one can see it but me.” I tilt her head back so I can look in those baby blues. “I enjoy marking you.”

“You
are
a caveman, you know that, right?”

“With you, yes I am. And I won’t apologize for it.”

“I wasn’t asking you to.” She wiggles closer to me and sighs contentedly. “Do we have time for a nap?”

“Sure, baby.”

“We’ll talk when we wake up?”

“It’s a date.” I kiss her forehead and smile when she moans softly and I feel her body melt against me, limp in sleep. Before long I feel my own body relaxing and my eyes drift shut as Mer’s rhythmic breathing pulls me into sleep with her.

***

“Shit, we’re going to be late!”

I jerk awake to find Mer jumping out of the bed.

“Wake up, Mark! We overslept. We have to be at your mom and dad’s in twenty minutes.”

“Damn,” I mutter and scrub my hands over my face. “Well, at least we already showered.”

“And got dirty again.” She laughs.

“Can I persuade you to take another shower with me?”

“No. Get dressed, horny man.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of us having loud, crazy sex in my head.”

She laughs and throws my shirt at me. “You’re insatiable.”

“With you, yes.” I tug on her waist, pulling her into my lap so I can kiss her neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Well you’ll have to wait,” she whispers and kisses my cheek. “Because we’re going to be late.”

She bounces out of my lap and finishes dressing. I don’t move, I just sit with my shirt in my hand and watch her pull on a long black skirt and black and white top, then step into black sandals. She brushes her hair out and leaves it loose around her face, then applies the smallest amount of makeup, but it makes her eyes even bluer and her lips shine.

“You’re not dressed.” She props her hands on her hips and watches me with amused eyes. “Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not dressed.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to breathe.”

She blinks in surprise and crosses to me. “Are you okay?”

I take her hands in mine and kiss her knuckles softly, then stand and hug her close. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper and tilt her head back and place an easy kiss on her lips, before I pull away to dress.

She looks shell-shocked as I quickly dress and lace up my shoes, then take her hand in mine and lead her to the car.

“What was all that for?” she asks.

“It wasn’t for anything. It’s how I feel.” I shrug and lace our fingers as I drive us to my mom and dad’s house.

***

As we pull up to the house that I grew up in, Sam and Leo pull in behind us in Leo’s black Camero.

“You’re late,” Sam says and glares at me.

“What does that make you?” I ask and clap Leo on the shoulder as he laughs at Sam.

“Fashionably late.”

She offers Mer a real smile, and Mer returns it happily.

“It’s good to see you, Sam.”

“Don’t let Mark make you late for everything. It’s a bad habit of his.” Sam links her arm through Mer’s and leads her into the house with Leo and me bringing up the rear. “How did it go with Starla?”

Meredith glances at Sam in surprise. “How did you know Jax and I were working with Starla?”

“Mark told me,” Sam replies.

“It was fun, but I’m happy to be home.”

But for how long are you going to be home?

“Hello, everyone!” Mom is holding a sleeping Keaton on her shoulder, swaying her hips back and forth, rocking him soothingly as Livie and Luke sit on the floor playing with a toy kitchen.

“Hi, Mom,” I say and kiss her cheek, then gesture to Meredith. “You remember Mer.”

“Of course. Hello, darling. I’m so glad you came.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” Mer grins and kisses Keaton’s head, then Mom’s cheek.

“My turn,” Dad announces as he joins us from the kitchen. He collects hugs from Sam and me and then lifts Mer off her feet in a big bear hug. “It’s so good to see you, Meredith.”

She grins and blinks back tears as he sets her on the ground, then moves on to shake Leo’s hand.

“You okay?” I whisper down to her. She replies with a quick nod and a brave smile.

“Hi, guys,” Nat says and waves from the dining table off the kitchen. She’s drinking a glass of wine and smiling happily.

“You must be done breastfeeding,” Sam guesses and joins her.

“Yes, ma’am. I figured it was for the best, especially with the Vegas trip this weekend.”

Liv stands and walks over to the bookshelves by the television in the family room that opens up to the kitchen.

“No, baby, you can’t have those,” Luke says and catches her before she can pull Mom’s glass bells off the shelf. “Mom, you have to babyproof this room. She’ll break these.”

“She’s never paid any attention to them before. I guess it’s time to pack them away for a while,” Mom says and kisses Keaton’s cheek. I hold a chair out for Mer then sit next to her and pour her a glass of wine. My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out to find a text from Isaac.

Take the rest of the week off. See you Friday at the airport.

“Everything okay?” Mer asks as I set my phone on the table.

“Yep. Isaac just gave me the rest of the week off.”

“I like him so much,” Mer says with a grin. I can’t help myself, I lean in and kiss those lips before taking a sip of my wine. “Me too.”

“Okay, men, I need you in the kitchen,” Dad announces as he starts pulling stuff out of the fridge.

“That’s my cue,” I whisper and kiss Mer’s cheek before joining Dad and Luke in the kitchen. To my surprise, Leo joins us too and smirks when I raise a brow at him.

“What? I can cook.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Want to wear one of Mom’s aprons?” Luke asks and then laughs when Leo flips him off.

“Livie!” Nat jumps up and runs after her daughter who has gone straight for Mom’s bells again.

“Okay, troublemaker,” I say and scoop Livie into my arms. “You’ve wrecked enough havoc today. You can come cook with me.”

“Unca Mawk,” she says and grins. “Cook wif you.”

“That’s right.” I plant her on my hip and set about getting the rice ready and glance over to see Mer laughing with Nat, Sam and Mom.

She fits perfect here. 

And then I remember Logan’s remark at the airport and all of the air leaves my lungs.

Leo blows a raspberry on Liv’s cheek as he walks by, making her giggle and pulling me out of my depressing as fuck thoughts.

“Daddy’s cookin’,” she says and points at Luke.

“He thinks he is,” I reply and whisper in her ear, “but he’s not as good as Uncle Mark.”

Liv giggles and Luke flips me off behind her back.

“So, Nat,” I begin and watch Luke with a smug smile. “When are you going to run away with me?” I cross to where she’s sitting at the table and rest my hand on her shoulder. Mer’s pursing her lips, but her eyes are laughing at me.

“I have to check my calendar,” she says and leans her face on my arm.

“Dude, get your hands off my wife. You have your own girl.”

“I don’t know,” Mer says, playing along. “I think they make a cute couple.”

“You’re not supposed to encourage him,” Luke says, glaring at Mer.

“You know you prefer me,” I continue. Livie is watching us avidly, turning her gaze from her mom at my side to her dad, who is now leaning on the kitchen counter glaring at me.

“Mmm…” Natalie acts like she’s thinking it over, then shakes her head. “No, I’m still gonna stick with him.” She points to Luke and then pats my arm consolingly. “You have a better option over there anyway.”