Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
GYPSY
Iwas a wreck.
After that kiss with Marco the night before, my body had been strung tight as a bow. It took ages for me to finally find sleep, but once I did, I dreamed of him. The most erotic, toe-curling dreams. I’d wake up in a sweat, gasping for air, only to doze back off and have it happen again and again.
I’d spent the rest of the morning trying to get control of my thoughts, but the voices in my head refused to be quiet.
“I think he knows what a wonderful person you are…”
“You’re gonna have to lower that wall sometime, baby girl.”
“You’re incredible and kind and loyal…”
My friends’ words played on an endless loop, over and over. But there was one conversation in particular that stood out the most.
“She deserves everything.”
“I know.”
“If you’re not sure you can give her that, then just walk away now.”
“I promise you, Rhodes, I wouldn’t be where I am right now if I wasn’t sure.”
God, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Marco sounded when he said those two little words.
“She deserves everything.”
“I know.”
“I know.”
“I know.”
He’d said it with such fierceness it made my stomach flip. It was as if there hadn’t been a doubt in his mind that what my brother said was the absolute and undisputable truth.
My footsteps sounded on those two words as I paced my living room, trying to drum up the courage to do what came next.
“I.” Step. “Know.” Step. “I.” Step. “Know.” Step. “I.” Step. “Know.” Step.
I was just about ready when a sharp bang on my front door made me stumble to a stop.
I opened the door to find a brooding Marco standing on my porch, his hands braced on the doorframe like he was physically trying to hold himself back from lunging at me.
My lungs deflated and a spark ignited in my body, causing my nipples to harden and my belly to dip before it centralized right between my thighs.
“Marco,” I croaked. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
The usual green and gold of his hazel eyes was dark and intense. His jaw was clenched tight as he looked me up and down before rasping, “Can I come in?”
I stepped aside, making room for him to move past me, then closed the door with a soft click before turning to face him. Power and aggression rolled off him in waves, thickening the air around us.
“Is, um… are you okay? Is something wrong?” I twisted my fingers together in front of me. I couldn’t remember ever being so nervous.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he looked around the house before turning his attention back to me and asking, “Lee taking a nap?”
“Oh. No. I asked Odette to watch him for a while.” He remained eerily quiet and perfectly still, as if he was waiting for me to say more. So I did. “I was actually just about to leave. To go see you.”
“Why?”
I got the odd sense that he knew exactly why. “Because….” I hesitated, searching deep for that stupid courage that had gone into hiding the moment I opened the door to him. “I wanted to see you. I-I can’t stop thinking about you.”
That seemed to snap the tether he had on his control. The next thing I knew, Marco was across the room, and I was in his arms. His hands on my ass lifted my feet off the ground, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.
His mouth crashed against mine in a brutal, drugging kiss that made my sex pulse with the need to be filled. He carried me effortlessly through the house and into my bedroom, never once removing his lips from mine.
My back hit the bed, and his weight came down on me, pinning me in place as we fed from each other.
Our hands were on a path of discovery, mine gripping tight to his shoulders as his slid up my hips and waist, finally coming to settle on my breasts.
The rough, delicious touches had ignited a fire deep in my core, and when his thumb scraped across my nipple, I threw my head back on a sharp cry.
“Christ,” he said with a grunt, trailing his mouth along my neck. “You’re sensitive, aren’t you, baby?”
He had no idea.
He pushed back onto his knees, and I watched the awesome show as he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing all that glorious caramel-colored skin to me.
Every inch of his upper body flexed and rolled with powerful muscles, and my mouth watered with the need to trace every one of them with my tongue.
“Need you to stop lookin’ at me like that, Gypsy,” he rasped, “or this is gonna be over a lot sooner than I’d like.”
I couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at my mouth. Knowing I drove him so wild that just a look from me could set him off was so insanely intoxicating, it made me giddy.
“Pleased with yourself, are you?” he teased as he reached for the fly of his jeans. My smile instantly fell as anticipation for what was to come swamped me. “Lose the shirt and bra,” he commanded, slowly releasing the button and lowering the zipper. “I want to see you.”
I quickly did as he said. The moment I tossed my bra to the side, Marco let loose a gravelly rumble and shot off the bed.
Thanks to his quick efficiency, we were both stark naked only seconds later, and the sight of his long, thick cock rendered me speechless.
He took his time looking his fill, his eyes drifting over every single inch of my body.
When his knees hit the mattress, I propped my head on the pillows, my chest heaving with labored breaths as I watched him slowly start to crawl back over me. He slid his hands up my inner thighs, pressing in and forcing them wide.
“Fuck me,” he growled at the sight of my bare sex. “Every goddamn part of you is beautiful.”
He continued his trek up my body, coming to a stop at my breasts. His lips closed over my nipple, and I shouted out in ecstasy as he took a hard pull, drawing it deep into his mouth. A bolt of lust shot through me, making my pussy even slicker.
My legs fell open wider, cradling his lean hips as he lavished the same delicious attention on both my breasts. When his hand came into play, slipping between my thighs and toying with my slit, I nearly bucked off the bed. “Oh God. Marco, yes.”
“You like that?” he asked, his voice husky and deep with need. He rubbed hard circles around my clit before traveling lower. “You like it when I play with your pussy?”
“Yes, Marco,” I panted, undulating against him. “Don’t stop.”
At my demand, he thrust two fingers in deep. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re wet.” He groaned, lowering his forehead to my collarbone so he could watch what his hand was doing. “And so tight.”
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I forced his face to mine, driving my tongue into his mouth as he continued sliding his fingers in and out of me. I tilted my hips, giving him better access as I pleaded into his mouth, “More. Marco, I need more.”
When he stopped moving, my eyes flew open. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, refusing to give me that more I was begging for until I confirmed that I wanted this to happen just as badly as he did.
“I’m sure. I need you.”
That was apparently all he needed. Climbing from the bed, he grabbed his discarded jeans and pulled a condom from his wallet, then made quick work of sheathing himself before coming back to hover over me.
I lifted my legs to hook them around the backs of his thighs just as the head of his cock nudged at my entrance.
He pushed in slowly, coming to a stop when he met resistance, and I sucked in a sharp gasp.
“Jesus, Gypsy,” he grunted, lowering his forehead to rest against mine. “You okay?”
I nodded frantically, letting a slow breath out past my lips. “Just… just give me a second. It’s been a while for me.”
The muscles in his arms and jaw strained and trembled as he worked to hold himself in place while my body loosened and adjusted to his size.
“Move, Marco,” I whispered once the sting subsided and pressure began to build.
His head came up and his hazel eyes bored into mine, searching. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I lifted my hips, moaning loudly as his cock slipped deeper. “Move.”
That was all it took. Trusting that I was ready for him, Marco pulled nearly all the way out before gliding back in.
Over and over.
It was outstanding, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Harder, Marco.” Digging my heels into the taut muscles of his ass, I raised my hips once more, forcing him to surge deeper.
We both cried out at how incredible it felt. I moaned and whimpered as he drove in and out while Marco grunted and groaned into my ear. That pressure in my core increased as his thrusts grew more demanding.
My hands trailed over his sweat-slicked back, my nails scoring his skin as the noises coming from me grew more and more frantic.
“Oh god. You feel so good.”
“Shit, Gypsy. Come for me, baby.” He picked up the pace, each pounding drive of his hips sending me closer and closer into oblivion. “I need you to come.”
He buried himself deep and ground the base of his erection against my clit, setting me off.
“Oh god!” I shouted, my back bowing off the bed and my eyelids slammed shut as my sex clamped down and pulsed around him. “Marco!”
Grabbing my chin, he forced my eyes back to him. His gaze locked with mine, holding it steady as he slammed in once, twice, a third time before grunting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He twitched inside me as he poured out every single drop of his own release.
Collapsing against me, Marco fought for breath as I came down from the best orgasm I’d ever had.
Blowing out a deep breath against my neck, Marco slowly slipped out of me and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was cuddled against his side. I nuzzled into him, totally content as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“That was amazing,” I whispered into the silence of the bedroom a minute later.
His chest shook with a deep chuckle before he voiced his agreement. “Fuckin’ right, it was.”
Lifting my head, I rested my chin on his chest, looked into his lazy, sated eyes, and declared, “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”
That earned me a loud belly laugh, and at the sound of it, something inside of me lit up, coming to life with the knowledge that I could make him laugh like that.
“We would have if someone hadn’t been so damn stubborn,” he said once he got control of himself.
I glared up at him and he pulled me closer, kissing the frown from my lips.
“But that’s okay. I fully intend on making up for all that lost time. ”
The promise of more of what just happened between us sent a happy little tingle through my veins, and I curled up on my side to watch as Marco climbed from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I’d closed my eyes and was just starting to doze when he returned, bending to grab my clothes from the floor. “Get dressed, babe,” he ordered, tossing my bra and panties to me before slipping back into his boxer briefs.
I sat up, holding the sheet to me as I looked at him in confusion. “What? Why? I figured we’d take a little nap, then kick off round two. Neither of those things requires getting dressed.”
His cocky smirk set off the butterflies in my belly as he pulled on his jeans. “As much as I’d love a round two right now, it’ll have to wait. I’m taking you to the diner for lunch.”
I froze in the middle of re-hooking my bra and looked up at him in panic.
Reading my expression loud and clear, Marco moved back to the bed.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he bent toward me and gave me a chaste kiss.
“If it helps, don’t think of it as a date.
Think of it as a meal shared by two people who really enjoy having sex with each other. ”
I tipped my head to the side incredulously. “You’re saying we’re friends with benefits?”
He seemed to give that some thought as he tugged his T-shirt over his head. “No, not friends with benefits. I’d say we’re way more than friends, wouldn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. But what does that make us?”
“Don’t worry about labeling it,” he responded, lifting the weight that had been resting on my shoulders. “For now, let’s just enjoy each other and do what feels natural, yeah?”
“Yeah.” My lips slowly spread into a smile. “Okay. I can do that.”
“Good, girasol.” With that, he stood tall, grabbing my wrist and hauling me from the bed. “And what feels natural right now is getting some food in my gut before it eats clear through to my backbone. You want a round two, I need to refuel, so move that sexy ass of yours.”
Shooting him a playful glare as I went about getting dressed, I warned, “You want a round two ever, you should probably stop being so damn bossy.”
He stepped close just as I finished zipping up my jeans. His voice was low and full of sex as he said, “Baby, you hurry up so I can eat, and I’ll bring you back here and show you the type of bossy you won’t be able to get enough of.”
Well, all right, then.