“That’s when I get out.” Her emerald eyes expand twice their size. “You gave me the invite—consider it accepted.”
“Sounds good.” And slightly regrettable.
Blake shuttles them into his truck, and Annie waves them off with the baby in her arms. Out of all the family I have, my brother, the Junkyard Dog, seems to be the sanest of them all.
Marley steals the baby from Annie, and, for a split second, I imagine that it’s our baby. That we have a future together. That we’re giving Blake a run for his sanity.
It could happen.
Stranger things have.
* * *
“Bend over.” I give a gentle tap to her thigh, and Marley is quick to oblige. After gorging on takeout, we promptly undressed. I added a postscript to the contract: when in my home all clothes must be promptly removed. In truth, it was her idea, and I simply pulled out the document and made a quick addition. I knew she was brilliant.
“Is this going to hurt?” Marley has her hands clasped onto her ankles. It’s some position she read about in Cosmo, in a long line of positions she’s read about in Cosmo, that she’s determined to test out tonight. Since tomorrow is Monday, and she’s essentially working for me at Capwell, she’s generously offered to spend the night. I’m not one to throw out good company, unless, of course, she’s due in homeroom clear across in another state.
“It might.” I’m just being honest. She’s wet, and I’m lubed, but this position lends for zero clearance. I had no idea when we came back to the house she’d be interested in acting out the carnal details of a fashion magazine, but I, for one, am game for whatever sexual misadventures Marley wants to dive into.
My fingers dig into her hips as I push in slow before giving it a little power thrust, and she gasps.
“Sorry,” I say, gripping her at the waist a little tighter. Out of all the positions we’ve rifled through this past hour, this one is by far the most impersonal. It gives off a headless woman vibe, like I bought some life-like blow up doll, and I happen to have the model with a pain threshold. “I’ll go easy.”
“No—give it to me!” Her blonde hair whips around my ankles soft as silk. “I need to know what this feels like.”
“Yes, ma’am.” That’s right, all of the fun and games boil down to that little article she’s laid her body down for as an offering. I’m not too familiar with the field of sexual research, but if my volunteer services were called upon, who am I to complain? With Marley stepping in as the clinical investigator, it’s a privilege to be her trusty subject.
I thrust in and out with a steady rhythm that I’m only seventy percent positive won’t damage her. Marley is stoic, able and willing to take far too much for the team when it comes to pushing her body.
“Okay, one more.” Marley taps out, and I carefully withdraw my weapon as she turns towards me, her face bright pink from the effort. She pushes me to the couch, and I pretend to fall like a feather. “Your choice, Wyatt.”
“Come here.” I flick my fingers until she clasps onto them and settles her sexy wet self over my hips. “You on top.”
“Rumor has it that’s a man’s favorite position.”
“Rumor has it most women find it too much work.”
Marley arches her head back and belts out a belly laugh that lets me know I’ve struck a chord. I only said that because I sensed her discomfort last night.
“No offense, but your technique could use a little improvement,” I say it with a smile and wince because I think I just hit below the belt without meaning to.
“Oh?” She digs her finger in her cheek looking adorable as hell in the process. “Do tell, Professor James.” Marley extends her body, stretching her arms to the ceiling, and, for a moment, I marvel at how stunningly beautiful she is, peaches and cream, my taste bud’s dream.
“Kiss me,” I give it hard like an order, and she looks titillated by this.
Marley leans in until her soft chest is against mine, her lips where they belong. I maneuver her hips until my hard-on finds its way home, and Marley moves her body over mine in a natural rhythm.
“Oh! Like this,” she whispers the epiphany over my lips. “This is much, much, much better.”
“Just like this.” I do my part by grinding my hips against hers as much as I can and, between the two of us, we’re getting it done the way it was intended all along.
It takes half the time for me to get there, and I try to hold out until Marley can join in on the fun, but I end up at the finish line without her.
“Sorry.” I pant, pulling her body over mine, appreciating the fact she’s still hot and wet for me. “Come here, girl.” I pull her up until she’s sitting on my face and take her home just like that.