27. Zander
27
ZANDER
Zach’s periodic calls regarding a potential acquisition keep me occupied. I’m doing my damnedest to work with Marr’s computer and my cell phone, but I know it’s not enough. We need to close this deal by the end of the tomorrow, and I am unsuccessfully trying my luck at buying some more time with my girl.
I’ve been in Cherrywood since the party almost a month back, and I’ll soon have to return to St. Peppers. But tonight seems too early. After some more futile attempts that last for another hour, I give up.
There’s no point in delaying it.
I find Marr and Kristy in the living room, whispering and giggling.
“You ladies look up to no good,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh, we are definitely up to no good,” Kristy replies, and I’m happy to see she is back to her buoyant self.
“As much as it hurts to do this now, I have to leave.” I take a few steps into the room.
Marr plods toward me. “But I thought you packed an overnight bag. ”
“I did. But I need to return to St. Peppers.” I pull her closer. It’s been too long since I last had her in my arms, and I don’t know when it will be the next time.
“Oh.” She smooths her shirt, and I look down to her hands pulling at the hem.
“I hadn’t planned to leave so soon, but there’s a problem in an upcoming deal. I need to be there for a meeting.”
Kristy gently pats my arm before leaving the room, giving us some privacy.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, couch girl,” I tell her, but I know it’s not going to be too soon. All my work is in St. Peppers. I’ve postponed and delegated a lot of things to my brothers lately, but they’re now swamped. I need to figure out a permanent solution to our situation.
“Okay,” Marr says, and it kills me to hear her timid voice. Over the weekend, she’s been so forthcoming, but at this moment, she is again my girlfriend from the past, shy and reserved.
When her head rests on my chest for the first time this evening, I feel peace again.
“I hate to see you sad. After such a wonderful weekend, I want to see you smiling, laughing, giggling.” I caress her face, stroking her silky cheeks with my thumb.
“I wish you could stay longer.”
My heart tugs at the sight of her somber expression and misty eyes.
“I wish that too.” I crush her against me. No one has cried for me before and a ton of emotions course through me. “I love you, Marr.” I fear my time with her wasn’t enough to convince her of the depths of my love. But will it ever be?
“I love you too, Zander. Remember, you’re the only man I’ve ever said those words to.” The seriousness in her tone makes me halt. I’m not only Marr’s first boyfriend, but really, the first man in her life. “Don’t forget this weekend. I know you don’t have a good memory like me.”
Her words, a lovely mix of innocence and sincerity, make me smile. “Believe me, I’m going to have a hard time forgetting anything, courtesy of the various bite marks you have placed all over my body. I don’t think I can work out without a T-shirt for a week.”
Her beautiful face flushes with embarrassment, most likely remembering all those moments. “Don’t distract me.” Her words come out breathy as she sways in my arms.
“I’m not distracting you. In fact, I’m bringing to your attention a matter of great urgency. You might want to give me a proper farewell, something girlfriend-y.”
“Girlfriend-y? What’s that?” Her lips curl into a genuine smile.
Before she can ask more, I drag her into her bedroom and lock the door behind us.
“We need to be quick, babe. My driver is picking up my stuff from the hotel now. He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
“You’re not driving yourself?” Marr comes around and puts her hand on my waist.
“No. I’ll probably sleep during the ride. I’ve got back-to-back meetings tomorrow,” I mutter while nuzzling her neck. I don’t want to talk about going back.
Dammit, I don’t even want to think about going back. I want to stay with her, learn more about her.
“Did your absence in St. Peppers affect the business a lot?”
“I might have to pull some loose strings when I get back but spending time here with you was worth every second, couch girl.” Foreign emotion swells my heart. This ache is unknown to me. “I hate leaving when we just started. I was so looking forward to spending more time with you.” I swallow hard. I’ve never spoken such words to anyone. As a child, I pledged to never make the mistakes of my father—foolishly loving a woman—but this girl… this girl has breached all my walls and made a beeline for my heart .
She cups my face between her delicate fingers. “Me too, Zander. But I understand that you have responsibilities.” The tremor in her voice betrays the steel she’s trying to put in it.
“You really understand?” I smile, already well aware of her answer.
“To be honest, I don’t. I really want you to stay the night, along with all other nights.” I love the raw honesty in her voice.
“Only nights? Oh, Ms. Marlin, are you using me for pleasure?”
“No.” Her eyes widen. “You wicked man, I mean all days and nights.”
She attempts to smack my chest, but I capture her hand before it can land anywhere over me. I bring it to my mouth, gently kissing her palm. Her eyes flutter closed when I suck on her fingers, but those blue gems, simmering with desire, open while I nibble on her soft flesh.
Her frequent moans and deep sighs take all my breath away, and once again, I curse the thought of leaving her too soon.
I lead her to the edge of the bed and unbutton her shirt before pulling it away from her soft body. I’m surprised to see a pink lace bra.
When did she change ?
I rub my hands against the soft material. I’m having a hard time believing my sweet Marr has a penchant for fancy lingerie. My moving hands rub against her hard nipples, which are straining through the silky fabric. I push the material down and uncover her beautiful breasts before tugging on her nipples.
She whimpers, eyes closed, head thrown back as her hands rest on my chest, clutching my shirt tightly. I bend down and lick her skin. Her back arches further as I move my hands down to the waistband of her jeans and unbutton them. I give her a final kiss before getting down on my knees. I push the zipper down and tug her jeans lower.
She’s still wearing socks, and I decide to keep them. They look cute.
Finally, she stands before me in only her undergarments and sky-blue fuzzy socks, her breasts uncovered. I undress in record time until I’m standing before her in only my boxer briefs.
“I want to try something if you’re up for it,” I whisper in her ear.
“W-what is it?” she stutters, seeming to be equally nervous and excited.
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and lead her to the bathroom.
I had this thought while I was in her shower yesterday morning. There’s an unusually big mirror above the sink.
I turn Marr to face it. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees her reflection. Her hair’s disheveled, eyes heavy with lust, face flushed, and not to mention the indecent and sensual state of her bra. I stand behind her, bringing my hands to her breasts once again and caressing her softness.
Her eyes drift close.
“No, Marr, eyes on the mirror.”
She flutters her eyelids open.
I unclasp her bra and drag the fabric away. I bring my hand to the waistband of her panties, then push them down to her knees. She shuffles as the small piece of fabric lands on her feet. I bring my fingers to her mouth and she kisses them.
When I press them to her lips, I meet her questioning gaze in the mirror.
“Just suck my fingers,” I whisper, and she does. She sucks my fingers in the same way I sucked hers a few minutes back.
I kiss her shoulders and bring my hand down from her mouth to the apex of her thighs. As I move my fingers over her wetness, her breathing turns into soft moans.
I move painstakingly slow until she begs. “Please, Zander.”
“What do you want, couch girl?” I feel weirdly proud as her breath hitches at my words.
“Please. Fast,” she whispers and closes her eyes as if embarrassed.
“If you close your eyes, I’ll stop, Marr. Don’t you dare close them.” My threat works and her eyes flutter open.
“I won’t, but… please don’t stop.” She holds onto the counter for support.
I give her what she wants. I rub her clit faster with my thumb and push one finger inside her.
Her moans come short, and I continue until they turn into screams and she shatters in my arms.
When she returns to this world, I turn her around and kiss her hard, stealing her rapid breaths, trying to bottle her love in my heart.
How will I stay away from her?
My thoughts are distracted by her hesitant hands trailing the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers slowly slide inside, and she caresses my cock. Her first hesitant touch on me is everything like her.
Soft, shy, and innocent.
She brushes her fingers over my cock, almost petting me, and I groan. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“What? I’ve never done this before.” She looks embarrassed, almost pulling away, but I cover her hand with mine and push my boxers down.
“Let me show you, then.” I stroke my cock up and down. “Like this. You can apply a little more pressure.” I give her hand, now grabbing my cock, a gentle squeeze. She repeats my movements, first gingerly, and then she grabs me tight and strokes me hard.
Like in everything she does, she gives me her full attention.
“Fuck, Marr. If you go…that fast, I won’t last long,” I groan, but she doesn’t stop. My words are all the encouragement she needs, and she rolls her free hand over my balls. Her continuous pumping and rolling is my undoing.
“I’m going to—” Before I can finish my sentence, I come all over her hands.
“Oh fuck.” My hands grab the sink for support, my knees going weak. I rest my head on her shoulder as she rubs the thick mess over my stomach. I know she’s uncertain what to do next.
“Grab some toilet paper,” I whisper in a throaty voice. Once she’s back, I take it from her and wipe her hand and myself. She looks at her fingers, most likely not liking the squishy feel on them.
“You can wash it off,” I tell her. But she brings her hand to her nose and takes a whiff before slowly licking her index finger.
Damn, I’ve never seen a hotter sight. My cock hardens all over again at her bold move.
“And?” I ask.
“It smells… different. Warm. But I couldn’t get a clear taste,” she says sheepishly, her face beet red.
I chuckle at her one-of-a-kind reply. “No worries. I have lots. Next time, I’ll remember to give you a taste.” I wink at her before pulling her into my arms. I can never get tired of her warmth. “I don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t want you to either. But maybe I can visit you in St. Peppers.”
“Would you do that?” I’m surprised, knowing Marr isn’t a fan of traveling.
“I…don’t know. Your sudden departure is making me emotional.” She kisses my chest before asking out of the blue, “Would you like to eat something before leaving? ”
“I don’t think I have enough time for dinner, but can you wrap something up?” I remove my boxers and get inside her shower.
“Umm, I’m not a very good cook. I can only make omelets,” she admits, her heated gaze focused over my naked body.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to just eat you.”
Her eyes move back to my face, and she immediately covers herself with a bathrobe. “Shall I ask Kristy to make you a sandwich?”
“Why don’t you try. I want to eat something made by your soft hands.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely,” I reply before turning the shower on.
I hear the door close behind her, and this time, I pick the Misty Night body wash.
After a quick shower, I get dressed. I’m about to put on my jacket when an idea comes to mind. I go back to the shower and smell all her fancy body wash bottles until I pick one up. I’m sure my nerd has some system in place—pink on Monday, blue on Tuesday, and so on. The bottle in my hand is called Red Sun. It smells like how Marr smelled yesterday.
I leave the shower and sift through her laundry basket until I find the blue lacy bra and panties. Next, I open the closet in her room, and after a moment of hesitation, grab her accessory box. Ignoring all the flowery things, I grab the small pearl earrings she wore the first day I met her. I place all the items I collected on her bed.
Marr enters the room, her hands laden with a paper bag—holding my sandwich, I guess—a travel coffee mug, a small bottle of orange juice, and even a chocolate bar.
“I got you backup in case the sandwich turns out horrible.” She drops everything onto the bed. “What’s that?” Her head cocks to the collection I’ve assembled .
“I’m taking some of your things,” I reply as if it’s the most natural thing to steal your girlfriend’s underwear.
“But that’s dirty. Let me get you a fresh pair.” She returns with fresh green lingerie.
I hold her hand as she tries to replace her underwear from my beloved collection. “I want them dirty—smelling of you, not detergent.” My words make her think, and she blushes scarlet.
“What are you thinking, couch girl?” I can feel her rising pulse under my hand. She shakes her head before leaving for the bathroom, taking along the fresh green lingerie.
I’m all packed when she returns, but her hands now hold the pink silk underwear she was wearing moments before.
“Take these. You’ll remember… our last lovemaking whenever you see them.” She holds them out, looking anywhere but at me.
“I don’t think I can forget any of our lovemaking, couch girl. I’m going to miss you real bad.” I hug her tight in my arms.
Timing fucking sucks.
“Zander! I’m sorry to interrupt, but your driver is here,” Kristy hollers from the living room.
I sling the bag over my shoulder before grabbing Marr’s hand and leading her to the living room. “He’s almost an hour late,” I state.
“He was on time. I asked him to grab dinner at the diner across the street and be back in forty-five minutes. I thought you two would like some more time.” The sincerity in Kristy’s voice gratifies me.
“Thank you, Kristy.” I pull her in for a hug before whispering in her ear. “Thank you for everything.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m thrilled to see Rose so happy.”
My heart swells with pride at her words.
I walk out the door with Marr and find Greg waiting for me. I hand him my overnight bag before turning toward my beautiful girl. “I know I’ve said it already, but I’m gonna miss you.”
“Me too, Zander.” Her throat chokes, killing me inside.
If I see tears in her eyes, it’ll be my undoing. I kiss her hard before getting into the car. I don’t look back as the car springs forward.
It feels as if I am leaving a huge part of my heart behind.