“Oh, Marcus,” I gasped at his gentle licks and kisses against my clit. He soaked me quickly with his skilled movements. “I want you, Marcus.”
Even in the darkness of the hotel penthouse suite, I could see his smirk. I was caught up in the moment, my body feasting on and relishing the sensations that he was giving me. With every flick of his tongue, an electric tingle shot through my femininity and into my core. Within a minute, I was wet with want and pounding on the inside, longing to be filled.
Marcus leaned upward, removed his shirt in one fluid motion, and pressed his thumbs to the button of his pants, popping it open. He unzipped and pushed them down his thighs. His erection stood proudly from his body as he revealed himself, and I felt the throbbing in my center grow stronger as I gazed at his size. Marcus positioned himself between my legs, and I barely felt his tip against my entrance.
Marcus pushed himself inside me. He was thick, and he stretched me to the point of pain, but it was fleeting. I tipped my head back and moaned from the movement.
Marcus groaned from my tightness, and he wrapped one hand around the back of my head to support it. He rocked his hips steadily, sliding in and out of me.
“You’re mine,” he whispered.
“Ooo…ooo…yes,” I gasped.
The sensations were out of this world, and I relaxed my body and let him take me. I whimpered his name and fought to cling to him. The throbbing inside me hurt but still felt wonderful, and it was as if my body couldn’t get enough.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, head falling back against the mattress.
He withdrew slightly, only to thrust back in all the way. “Not quite, but close.”
I giggled as we rocked together.
He penetrated me again and again, reaching as deep as he possibly could. My giggle turned into a startled cry, but it was of pure pleasure. I watched as his hard length entered me again and again, his hips working faster than they had before. His thrusts grew swifter, and I opened my mouth to cry out again, but instead, my scream was silent. My core clenched around his thickness, and before I could tell him to hold off or slow down, my mind exploded with stars, and my body tightened in an earth-shattering orgasm. My toes curled, and I tumbled into oblivion, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.
He kept going, kept pounding into me, pulling back so he could look me in the eye. Even when he filled me with his warmth, he kept staring at me as though I was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen…
It all seemed like a dream.
A wonderful, sensual dream that still haunted me. Even after all this time, I could still feel his touch. Even so, the memory of that night served as a reminder of something far more important than a one-night stand.
I should have been more careful. I should have waited for my body to adjust to my new birth control. The nausea was back. I barely managed to lift the toilet seat before my breakfast made a spectacular reappearance.
Too late now…
With a deep sigh, I let the test fall to the floor. Even though there was only a small chance, I knew the baby wasn’t Jacob’s.
I did the math, even double- and triple-checked.
No. The baby was Marcus’s.
I sighed.
I knew what I had to do, but it wasn’t going to be easy. I couldn’t “not” tell Marcus he was going to be a daddy. I had to find a pair of big girl panties around here somewhere and just call him. This was not a conversation I was looking forward to. I mean, what was I supposed to say, “Hey, it’s me, Ella. You remember me? That girl you saved and then we had…” No, that sucked ass. I couldn’t say that. Shit. I just needed to be an adult and do this. I could do this.
I stood from the bathroom floor, washed my mouth out, and went to my bedroom in search of my phone. While heaving my breakfast, I’d missed a call from Jacob. Damn it. How was I going to tell him I was pregnant with somebody else’s baby? I’d think about that afterward. Not now.
I scrolled through my contacts and found Marcus’s number. When I dialed, an older woman answered, but she sounded like a secretary. Had he given me his office number? Dick. Even so, I asked to speak with him.
“Mr. Willingham is not available at the moment. May I take a message?”
“Yes. Please tell him Ella Rawson called, and he needs to call me back. 555-4367. It’s urgent.”
“I’ll be sure to do that, Emma.”
“No, my name is Ella, it’s 555-4367, again, 55—”
“There is no need for you to repeat it. I’ll ensure he receives your message, Emma.”
“It’s Ell—”
And she hung up on me. What a bitch.
Next day, I called again. And waited. And called again.
I waited two weeks. The real problem was, he’d never returned my calls. Clearly, I’d just been another notch on his belt. When I didn’t hear back from him, I’d sworn to myself that I would never see Marcus Willingham again. Sure, he’d saved me, protected me—and that only made it worse. But I knew I had to move on, as hurtful as it was. It had to be that way, because honestly, there really was no future for us, not that I could see. Marcus Willingham had, as I soon found out, a reputation stoked by the press and city gossip (yes, I snooped and stalked him a bit on the Internet), as an ex MC gang member, a bad boy, and a player. He had never made an effort to deny the rumors and, in fact, our “encounter” only served to show me how true they were.
In addition, the Willinghams were one of the most powerful families in the city. Between that and Marcus’s reputation, I decided I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. I was sure he’d already forgotten my name. Just as I would try to forget his. This baby wouldn’t change my mind.
From downstairs I heard the sound of the front door opening, and then Jacob’s voice as he called out to me. “Ella, you home?”
“Yeah, Jacob.” I finished brushing my hair and left the bathroom, prepared to tell him about the baby.
He came into the bedroom the same time as I did. His face broke into a wide smile when he saw me. “What’s up?”
I smiled softly and took his hands in mine. “Guess what?” I pulled him in close. “We’re going to be a family.”
Marcus
Over Two Years Later
I was dragged out of a dead sleep by the alarm ringing.
With a grunt of annoyance, I turned it off and let my eyes open. I could have sworn I’d been dreaming, but the details slipped away as I became more alert. I heard a huff to my right, and I glanced over to check on my bed companion.
My Mastiff, Samson, lazily pried one eye open long enough to see I hadn’t moved yet, before he closed it again. With an affectionate smirk, I scratched him behind the ears before I climbed out of bed. My joints popped when I stretched, stiff from laying in one position too long.
In one fluid movement, I threw open the blinds. The early morning sunlight flooded the room, and I took a moment to gaze at the cityscape before me. I could see for miles from my penthouse. I never tired of the view. I glanced down to the city streets, tracking six bikers roaring down the highway. My heart was gripped with the urge to jump on my bike and set out on a joyride. But, work came first. Maybe I would go for a ride this weekend. It had taken years of blood, sweat, and tears for me to get where I was, and I never wanted to take it for granted.