13. 2
Mia didn’t tell me she did any of those things.
“Mia is some kind of special, Granny.”
“Marry her so I can rest,” she said.
Before I could dispute her statement, the door opened with my future bride.
“Tell Granny I said hi and we miss her,” Mia said.
“Give Mia the phone,” Eddy requested, and I pulled it away from my ear.
Mia motioned for the phone as I sat in a state of shock.
“Hi, Mrs. Allen.”
The more they talked and laughed, I discovered two things.
Mia had been checking in on Granny without clueing me in, and I might have been downgraded to number three.
When Mia hung up the phone, I stared in her direction.
“What?” she said with a blank expression on her face.
“Granny didn’t ask for me?” I questioned, and she snickered.
“She said tell everybody she loved them,” Mia announced with shrugged shoulders.
Damn, I did get demoted to the number three spot.
I tossed a pair of swim shorts on the bed with a few personal items.
“Ahem,” Mia cleared her throat.
“Yes, baby,” I said.
Mia placed her hands on those full hips, lifting a brow.
“Did you make a decision on Harley?”
“Yes, our daughter can spend the weekend with her grandparents,” I said, and Mia blushed as she walked toward me.
With her hands wrapped around me, I leaned forward to kiss her semi-shiny lips.
She kissed me deep and hard, waking my dick.
“Thank you, baby. I know this was not an easy decision. We can always come home if we need to.”
I moved the hair away from her face, peering into her brown eyes.
“They raised an amazing woman. The most they will do is spoil her rotten,” I said.
“Speaking of which, let me call my mother and get Harley prepared,” she said.
After we turned off at the exit, we drove a mile before we saw the house.
Nothing but land and green grass before a luxury ranch-style house came into view.
Mia explained her father bought this house a few years ago.
They wanted to invest in horses and farm animals.
The large two-story house came with a wraparound porch and a lake in the back.
I admired the precise cut and green color of the grass.
This represented wealth to me, healthy living and seclusion.
We pulled into the curved driveway to find Mrs.
Robinson waiting.
“Mom, do not buy Harley a pony or any other animal. You have a spending limit of a thousand dollars,” Mia told her mother as we stood in her living room.
Mrs.
Robinson rolled her eyes for the second time since we’ve been here.
“I sent you Harley’s schedule. Bed by eight and nothing sweet after six. Oh, and Marcus okayed her not going to school on Monday. I have her hair accessories separated and...”
I kneeled to my daughter and extended my arms for a hug.
Harley squeezed my neck hard before giving me instructions.
“Daddy, FaceTime me when you make it. Make sure you put on sun lotion. Call Granny, too, and Mrs. Mia will take care of you.”
“Thank you, baby. Daddy will be okay,” I said.
“Awwww, Mia, get a picture of this,” Mrs.
Robinson said, as she stood next to her daughter.
Both women held hands with wide glossed eyes and we grinned for the photo.
“All right, Calvin is at the air hanger. He is ready to take you guys anywhere you want to go,” Mr.
Robinson said, as he joined us.
Once Mia called her parents with the good news, Mr.
Robinson asked how we were getting to her surprise.
I told him I had charted a jet.
He offered one of his and he got no arguments from me.
I canceled the one I reserved, paying the holding fee.
“Mom, be good,” Mia said, and Mrs.
Robinson waved her out the door.
We climbed inside Mia’s truck and waved goodbye.
Harley stood in between the Robinsons, waving, and it pained me.
“Mom isn’t going to do a damn thing I told her. They are staying up late, eating junk, and going shopping,” Mia said as we traveled down the street.
I gripped her hand to bring it to my mouth.
“Let your mother have fun.”
Resting in the luxury oversized leather seats next to my woman made me emotional.
The thought of Mia’s thick thighs in a bathing suit had me reeling.
“Marcus, where are we going?” Mia asked, and I kissed her temple.
“Nassau, Bahamas. We’re staying at the Harrison estate with a private beach entrance,” I said.
Mia bounced her shoulders in excitement.
I secured her chin and brought her attention to me.
“I want you to relax. We have a private chef, we’re getting a couple of massages, and we can shop. Mia, you showed up for me, baby. It meant more to me than I can express. And the way you take care of my daughter eases my mind, but we gon’ have to tussle about Granny. You got me demoted,” I said, and she tapped me.
Leaning forward, I secured a kiss.
Our tongues found their safe place inside each other’s mouths.
I caressed her neck, encouraging her to hold our kiss longer.
“You guys make me happy,” she whispered.
“I love you, Mia,” I said, with no lingering doubt.
She studied my face until her eyes glossed.
I wiped away the small tears attempting to escape the creases of her eyes.
“Marcus, I love you, too.”
I licked my lips, tasting her gloss before I went in for another round of tongue swapping.
Mia
Hand in hand, Marcus and I walked into our villa with a breathtaking view of crystal blue water.
The smell of the ocean brought calmness; the fluttering of my heart hadn’t stopped since we exchanged I love you's. He gets me as a woman and we’re growing as partners.
The staff brought in our luggage and opened the floor to ceiling bi-fold doors. Indoor and outdoor living takes on a new meaning when it’s a beach. The smell of the ocean flowed with ease through the villa. I dropped my bag on the beige couch and took in the space. The natural hardwood floors gave the space warmth, and the oversized furniture allowed the ocean to shine. The outdoor lounge chairs sitting on the deck called to me.
“Tell me you love it here,” Marcus said as he kissed my neck.
With his hands wrapped around me, I relaxed against him and beamed with satisfaction.
“Baby, you outdid yourself,” I answered.
He pulled me in closer and a round of kisses landed on my ear.
“Let’s call Harley before we unpack. I can’t wait to see those thighs and ass in a bathing suit,” Marcus said, and then smacked my right butt cheek.
Often, I ask myself who loves my full-sized body more, me or Marcus. He sends me things with little to no fabric he wants me to wear.
“Harley wants to talk to you,” Marcus said, passing me the phone.
On the screen was my butterfly with chocolate skin and brown eyes. “Ms. Mia, are you safe?” she asked, and I snickered.
“Yes, we are safe.”
“Guess what? Mrs. Robinson said I can play with your old toys,” she said with bouncing shoulders.
The intense happiness on her face signaled this was a big deal. Mom held on to my stuffed animals and old doll houses during the move. At the time, it didn’t make sense to me but I’m glad, now Harley can play with them.
“Take care of everything for me, okay,” I said.
“I will. Ms. Mia, we have to go. The ponies are here,” Harley said and passed my mother the tablet.
I mouthed the word no. Trendy Robinson smiled as she hung up.
“Baby, Harley is getting the pony, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Marcus said as he shrugged.
“The woman knows no bounds,” I said.
We toured the space, finding the other two bedrooms had beautiful views as well. Marcus sat in the living room and stared outside at the ocean. I opted for the primary to get this vacation moving. I unzipped my luggage and searched for my purple silk goody bag. Locating it, I opened the drawstring and removed the leather hand restraints. I walked into the living room and dropped them in his lap. He lifted them and peered up at me.
“Let’s take a shower. While we’re here, you need to figure out which position you want to tie my hands in. The front, the back or one leg and one hand,” I whispered in his ear as I caressed his low fade.
Marcus licked his lips with closed eyes as my hands traveled to his panting chest.
I entered the shower first, and Marcus followed. He volunteered to help clean my body, but I smacked his hands around when he tried to jumpstart the fun. Stepping outside the shower, we patted dry and stared at each other.
“Have you decided?” I asked.
He grinned. “I have. I would prefer both the front and the back,” he said.
“Oh, wise choice,” I said, offering up my wrists.
Marcus led me into the bedroom and bound my hands in front with the leather strap.
“I have toys in the purple bag,” I said and bunched my shoulders.
He chuckled and moved to my bag and searched through my clothing. “It has your name on it,” I said.
Marcus secured the handle and shook his head at the sight of his name. He unzipped the bag and selected the pink bullet.
“Don’t forget the remote,” I said, and his smile traveled beyond his face.
Standing in front of me, he bit down on his lip. “Have a seat,” he instructed.
I sat on the bed and observed him playing with the speed of the bullet.
“Mia, Mia, Mia,” he said, and I snickered.
Marcus enclosed the space between us, putting his dick in my face. I wanted to grab it, but I couldn’t move my hands. He pulled my locs to tilt my head up. “I know you want to suck it, don’t you?”
I shook my head yes, but he mouthed no and motioned my body to the bed.
“Open your legs,” he requested.
I kept them closed. “Bad girls don’t ever do what they’re told,” I said.
He secured my legs and positioned them to his liking, up and open on the bed.
Marcus teased before he pleasured. With his finger, he touched my clit, and my eyes closed.
“Mia, why isn’t this pussy wet? It’s upsetting me,” he said.
Fuck, I loved when he talked to me. I could sense myself heating up the more his fingertips circled my clit. He pulled his finger away and licked my arousal.
“This isn’t enough, Mia,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but he wouldn’t accept my apology.
At first, he motioned two fingers up and down my pussy walls until my back arched from the touch.
“I think my bad girl is coming out to play,” he whispered.
He pushed two fingers inside me and removed them. “Yep, she is here,” he said after he sucked my juices again.
Marcus smeared my wetness over me, over my pussy and thighs, and I continued to produce more.
He pushed the bullet inside me and watched as I squeezed the toy with my muscles.
“She swallows, too,” he said.
Marcus stood back and punched the button, the sensation immediately making me cry out in pleasure. The pulsating vibration pushed me into overdrive as he increased the speed by two notches. I lifted my back off the bed and tried closing my legs, but he reopened them.
“You trying to deny me my show?” he questioned and hit the highest setting.
My eyes watered as I neared my release, but he turned it off. Finding him, I squinted.
“No, ma’am, you didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy. Bad girls never take the easy road,” he said.
Marcus restarted from the lowest setting and gave an evil smile. We reached the highest setting again, and my eyes watered. Again, he dropped back to the lowest setting, and I groaned.
“Is my bad girl getting frustrated?” Marcus asked. “Let me help you,” he said.
Marcus pulled the bullet out of me and found it covered in my essences. He licked it a few times and my heart raced.
“Please fuck me,” I begged.
He tossed the toy on the bed and examined me. “Mia, it appears you wet the bed,” he said.
“I want you inside me,” I moaned.
Marcus stepped in between my legs but stopped. “Could you use your hands to push me inside? I’m finding myself weak at the moment?”
We both looked at my restrained hands, and he grinned. Marcus rubbed the tip of his dick against my opening.
“You are in quite a predicament, Mia, but I’ll help you out,” he said and then pushed inside me.
The width and length of his dick greeted my walls with vigor. He gripped my thighs, pulling them apart more as he adjusted his stroke. I wanted to reach for him, but I couldn’t.
“I promise, I fucking love you,” he moaned.
“You gon’ get all this cum. Trying to swallow all the time to avoid this baby trap,” he said.
Marcus accused me of this same thing in New Orleans. He grabbed the leather strap and continued to fuck me hard and intense. Each stroke held a purpose for him, and I encouraged him by submitting.
Three hours later and after round two, I dangled a vine of green grapes above Marcus’s lips. As he opened his mouth, I lowered one and then pulled it away. After we showered, I changed the linens and remained topless. Marcus loved to rest against my bare breasts after sex. We were cuddled up as I fed him from the spread of fruit and cheeses resting on the bed beside us. I reached for a strawberry, lining it with the curve of his lips before he opened them. Watching him bite down on the fruit raced my heart.
“You are a beautiful man,” I said.
He snuggled more into my breast and we both laughed. Marcus pulled back and caressed my face, bringing forth my natural shyness.
“Baby, how do I get a ring on your finger?” he asked.
The question caught me off guard. Marcus joked about us getting married and on occasion, he called me his wife, but this was different. A look of determination sat in his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. As Marcus lifted, I followed his motion.
“Mia, I’m serious. Tell me. I want you to be my wife and mother to my daughter,” he said.
I covered my mouth to find my words. “Two things will get a ring on this finger. First, keep being you and second, I want you to book one appointment with my therapist,” I said and paused him with my hands. “I’m not saying you’re crazy or anything, but you have been through a lot. If Dr. Choice doesn’t convince you to book another appointment, I won’t push it, and I’ll skip right down the aisle.”
“One appointment and it’s an automatic yes?” Marcus questioned with a smirk.
“Yes, but you better put some effort into your proposal. I earned it,” I said with a tilted head and pursed lips.
“Give me the number,” he said.
I rotated to secure my phone from the nightstand. Facing Marcus, I scrolled through the contacts and sent him the number to Dr. Choice. I witnessed him saving the number. Before he could call, his phone vibrated with the 305 area code. He silenced the phone, waiting for it to stop ringing as I stared at him in confusion.
“Who the fuck is she?” I asked.
My nostrils hiked as I bit down hard on my bottom lip. Marcus furrowed his brows at me in confusion.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” I asked.
At the same time, a text message came through with the same area code. Marcus glared at me as if I’d grown another arm.
“I’m not getting cheated on again,” I said and threw back the sheet to exit.
I moved to get off the bed, but found it hard to move. Marcus gripped my elbow.
“Mia, will you give me a chance to answer?” he said and tried to prevent me from leaving.
“I’m not interested in any lies or polygamy bullshit, Marcus. I left it in my past. When a man doesn’t answer his phone, it’s because of a bitch,” I said and tried to loosen his grip.
“Mia!” Marcus raised his voice, and I sat motionless.
“I’m not your ex. Stop comparing me to him. I would hope you would think higher of me. It’s my trash ass mother calling. Check the text thread if you need to verify. Hell, call her back. She calls every week on this, ‘I’m sorry’ bullshit,” he said.
Marcus removed his grip from me and pushed the phone toward me.
“Read it,” he requested with a tightened jawline.
I lifted his unlocked phone and strolled through it. Marcus had five contacts total including me, Harley’s iPad, Granny, Ms. Renee and Bryce. His coach wasn’t even in his phone. I shuffled over to his text messages, finding the 305 threads.
Unknown Number
Marcus I’m still your mom
Unknown Number
We can’t fix things if you won’t talk to me
Unknown Number
I want to meet my grandbaby.
Unknown Number
Your brother and sisters want to meet you.
Unknown Number
I’m not going to give up.
As I scrolled through the message, my heart broke for them both. She was desperate to connect with him, and he never responded to one message.
“Marcus, I’m sorry,” I stammered.
Questions swarmed my mind as guilt covered me.
“When do I stop paying for what Nathan did to you? I’ve tried showing you I’m not him. Guess what? We are both going to therapy or I’m beating his ass because he keeps interfering in our relationship.”
It took me several seconds to process his statement of therapy and ass whooping in one sentence. I closed the space between us to straddle his lap. Marcus rested his back against the headboard and caressed my thighs.
“You’re right, and it’s not fair. Let’s do couple’s therapy. Please don’t put your career in jeopardy by beating Nathan’s ass,” I said, and he scoffed.
“Mia, do I need to work harder or something to separate myself from him?” he asked, and my heart broke.
“No, baby. You have gone above and beyond. Mia needs to stop holding on to her past. And give you the last 1 percent she held onto for protection. I’m in love with you and I love Harley,” I said.
I moved in and kissed his face, hoping to relax his mood. “Why won’t you take ownership of Harley? She wants to call you mom, and you refuse to say our daughter,” he hit back at me.
“I would be honored for her to call me mom. But we need a deeper commitment before we move into the mommy stage,” I said.
Marcus licked his lips. “I want you to take us and the family that we’re creating seriously, Mia. After the engagement, I want you involved in getting our house ready and I want Harley to call you mom. You are not going anywhere, Mia,” he said afterward, pressing his lips together.
The term possessive plagued my thoughts. Dr. Choice warned me about it. Marcus had no intention of letting me go. In an odd way, it reassured me.
“After the engagement, but don’t rush the engagement because you want me all in, Marcus. You will get a yes, but with conditions,” I warned with folded arms.
He caressed my upper forearms and finally gave me a smile. I bent forward and covered his mouth. The passion of our kiss hardened my nipples, the warmth of his saliva rolling around my mouth. His dick hardened and I pulled away; he followed me, refusing to release the kiss.
“Marcus, baby, wait,” I said between giggles.
“Let me eat your pussy with those strawberries,” he requested.
“We’re not done talking,” I said and nudged him backward.
“Take advantage of me. We can talk later. I will give you my Social Security number if you want it,” he said, and I cackled.
Lifting myself, I eased down his erected dick and his eyelids fluttered. Marcus smiled when my hands shielded the front of his neck.
Marcus
“Breakfast is ready,” I said.
Mia lifted her head and dropped it back on the pillow. Right before sunrise, my head landed between her legs. I was determined to make her scream and after she squealed, her head slammed against the pillow.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured as her locs laid across the pillow, wild and loose. I pulled back the lightweight comforter and slid my hand underneath, caressing her back.
“Ummm, those million-dollar hands are wonderful against my skin,” she said lowly.
After the third rub, I noticed she was drifting back to sleep. I ripped back the comforter and exposed her legs, making Mia squirm.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured.
I helped Mia to the bathroom and flipped on the shower. As she stepped into the shower, I went through the luggage in search of a particular sundress. Once my hands touched the green halter-top number, I placed it on the bed, hopeful she would catch the hint. A knock on the door pulled my attention. Maneuvering through the space, I opened the door for the private chef. I asked him to stall a bit so Mia could have fresh, hot food.
Twenty minutes later, Mia entered the kitchen in my suggested green dress with gold earrings and bangles. I whistled, and she giggled. She made flirting fun for me because she was naturally shy. Because of her profession, people assumed she was this bold and loud person, but she wasn’t. She did people better than me, but they still tired her out.
A bed of pink rose petals led the way to the island. A fruit spread along with pancakes, bacon, and eggs awaited Mia.
“Baby, this is beautiful, and the food looks delicious. I’m sorry it took so long. Is the food cold?” she asked.
“The chef just left three minutes ago. I knew you would be a late riser this morning,” I said.
She rolled my eyes as I approached the white marble overflow island and sat in the beige cloth chairs. I pulled back the stool and helped myself.
“Tell me what you want, and I will serve you,” I said, and she gushed.
“The works,” she said.
I loaded her plate while she sat back and observed.
“Your outfit is going to have you inside today,” she said.
This morning, I selected a white tee and cool blue loose-fitted shorts. She pointed to my dick and I peered down to see the print.
“I belong to Mia,” I said, and she slanted her head, making me chuckle.
Placing the plate in front of her, I leaned in for a kiss. After preparing my plate, I sat next to her and relaxed.
“We can go shopping or get a couples massage,” I suggested, but she gave me squinted eyes.
“Can we stay in and relax? The beach is at our fingertips. We have an amazing view, and I really don’t want to share you,” she said.
My chest swelled with pride as her sentence ended.
“I don’t want to share you, either,” I said, and she danced her shoulders.
After breakfast, we snuggled on the couch and listened to the sound of the ocean. I relaxed with my arm around her.
“Marcus, can we have an uncomfortable conversation?” she asked.
“You want to know about my mother,” I said.
My mother had been on Mia’s mind since the text messages. I could see the questions lined up in her eyes.
“What do you want to know?” I asked as she placed her hand on my chest.
“Why don’t you respond to her?” she asked.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question. I’m mad at her, but I can’t bring myself to block her. Sometimes, I get upset with myself for looking at her text messages.”
“What happened between you two?” she asked.
I calmed my racing heart to gain control of my emotions. “I came home from school, and she was gone. She fucking left me and built a new family. And now she is talking about not giving up. You gave up already,” I yelled with aggression.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Mia said as she cradled her hands over my beard and tugged my face toward her.
Tears erupted from my body, and I gasped hard for air. I wanted to push my emotions back, but I couldn’t. They were flowing. Mia pulled me into a hug as I released my heartbreak on her shoulder.
“She threw me away,” I managed to announce as I choked up on my tears.
“I got you, Marcus. Remember, I told you I take care of you,” she said.