Strangers In The Night(16)

“You better come back for me.” Her words were choked with tears and he felt his own eyes fill as his heart hurt. “I will always be with you, there won’t be a time when I’m not with you.” He closed his eyes as he emptied his seed inside her.

That night he made love to her almost in desperation, turning to her almost as soon as he’d turned away. She was sore when she woke up the next morning, her body aching in all the right places. Her first sign that something was wrong was the blindfold that was next to her instead of covering her eyes. It took her a minute to adjust to having sight again and she hated it.

She flew off the bed and barely stopped long enough to grab a robe to throw over her nakedness before running outside. “Marcus.” She screamed his name out loud as she ran around the little inlet with tears streaming down her face and a hole in her heart.

“Where are you?” She ran the whole length of the little inlet, screaming until her voice was raw. She stumbled and almost fell so blinded was she by tears. When she realized that he was gone she dragged herself back to the cabin and threw herself across the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, staring at nothing. It was as though part of her had died.

He stood in the shadows his bags packed at his feet and watched her with his heart in his throat. He made to go towards her more than once and when she almost stumbled and fell he thought he would break. But in the end he knew it was for the best. If they were going to work he had to give her this.





Chapter Six




It had been three long months. He knew it was her stubbornness that was dragging this shit out. He’d been keeping tabs on her and knew that she was just a shell of herself. A few well-placed inquiries had garnered him the information that even her friends were worried and now with the sign of her obvious pregnancy and no husband in tow, tongues were starting to wag.

He was sitting in a little café on Bourbon sipping on a café au lait when he felt her. He didn’t have to look up to know she was near, the wild staccato of his suddenly fast paced heart was enough.

He held his breath as he waited, it had been agony these last few months waiting for her to get his scent, for her to get over her anger long enough to open her senses and come looking.

A shadow fell across the table and he schooled himself for what he would find when he finally faced her. He let his eyes travel over her form slowly, taking it all in. His child had already rounded her out adding to her already magnificent beauty.

She looked at him as if she knew him, and he knew. “Marcus…” she sat down heavily in the chair across from him. He studied her like a starving man wanting so badly to reach out and grab her, but it had to be her move.

“It’s Killion, I couldn’t tell you little darling; it would’ve been too easy for you to find me that way. Marcus is my middle name.” She in turn studied every nuance of his face for the first time as he had no doubt that she would like what she saw. He’d never had a problem with women finding him attractive or something more.

She looked down at her burgeoning stomach which her doctor had assured her was a little big for three months but nothing to worry about. “We missed you, we want to come home.” The words were barely out of her mouth before he was grabbing her up from her chair and heading out of the café.

There were more than a few envious stares following them out of the place that day as he whisked her outside after dropping a few dollars on the table.

He didn’t say anything and she didn’t either, as he carried her to his low-slung sports car and buckled her in before getting in behind the wheel and speeding away. They were heading away from her apartment but she didn’t care, anywhere she went with him was home.

She noticed the older more stately homes of the Historical District and wasn’t surprised when he pulled through the gates of one such home. No words were spoken as he led her into his home and after ordering the staff not to interrupt him for any reason took her up the long winding stairs.

In his bedroom, which was roughly the size of her one bedroom apartment, he laid her on the bed before removing the jeans and tee she was wearing. Her eyes feasted on him as he removed his clothes and when his cock came into view, hard and angry, she cried out in surprise.

He watched her to see what she would do as her eyes widened in shock. She sat up on the bed and her eyes went from his to his cock and back as if trying to decide on something.

She reminded herself that she’d had him inside her before though she couldn’t imagine how. “You’re beautiful.” The words were barely above a whisper and his shoulders relaxed at them.