Tempting Marcus: Hallow Falls Series (Romance Bunnies)

GARLAND

“I swear, I can’t believe that you knocked me up that fast!” I grumble, shuffling out of the bathroom again, rubbing my back and moaning.

“I’m not sorry,” Marcus grins.  “I’m happy my guys can swim.  After all, I’ve never really let them loose and the first test drive, they do the deed.”

My mouth drops open and I stop next to the bed.  “I cannot believe that you said that.  You sound like a damned caveman.”

“Hey,” His chest puffs out.  “I got my baby planted.  I feel good about that.”

I climb into bed and glare at him.  “Yeah.  Well, since you did it…now you can rub my back.”

“I would love to rub your back and your front.”

“I can’t with you.  What is wrong with you?  Did you get hit in the head as a child?”

“Nope.  Just built this way.”

“Lucky me,” I groan.  His big, calloused hands settle on my shoulders and knead deep into the tissue, making me moan, sinking into his touch.

“How was work?” He says, digging into the middle of my back with his fingertips and knuckles.

“Oh my god!” I whimper, melting happily into Marcus’s hands.  “I love your hands.”

“I hope you love more than my hands,” he laughs, kneading harder.

“Right now, it’s mostly your hands.”

“Sassy girl.”

“Always.”

I lie down and stretch, smiling when he lies next to me and slips his big arms around me, holding me gently.  He kisses my cheek and then rests behind me, his big body curved all around me, protecting me, comforting me.

I yawn and stretch, feeling my muscles give in to relaxation finally.

“You know you are really good at that, baby.”

“What?” He asks.

“Taking care of me.  Making me feel safe and protected.”

“That’s because I would happily kill someone if they fucked with you and you know it.”

I chuckle and turn my body, my face buried in his neck.  I breathe deep and it feels like my whole body goes up in flames.

“You would not.  You’re a good man.”

“I’m your good man.  To everyone else I’m a bastard who they don’t want to cross.”

I giggle and then I feel the hard bar in his lounge pants pressed into my front.  “Seems like you’ve got a little problem there, baby.”

“I always have that problem when you’re around.”

I reach down and tug his lounge pants down, his cock popping free.  My mouth salivates and my stomach feels like I’m on a rollercoaster.  I lean down and my tongue caresses the underside of his mushroom-shaped head.

“Fuck,” he hisses out.  “I thought we were going to talk.”

I blow a breath of hot air across his cock head and he jumps, swearing when his dick jumps.

“Are you sure you just want to talk?  I can think of some other things we can do right now.”

“Baby, you’re killing me.  I’m trying to be a good guy.”

“What if I want you to be a very bad boy?  I think I’d like that a lot better.”

His head falls back and he groans before his big, calloused hands tangle in my hair and he pushes up into my mouth.  Grinning, I suck him deeper and feel his thick cock hit the back of my throat.  Gagging, I groan and push harder, feeling his dick slip down my throat.

His hands flex on my scalp as he groans and pushes up harder.  Sliding up and down his thick, rigid shaft I lick the underside and pop his head out at the top every damn time.  His thighs quiver and his shaft grows impossibly larger until I can barely close my mouth around it.  My jaw aches and he tries to pull me off.

“Baby, stop.  Whoa!”  He moans and pulls gently.  “I’m gonna come.  Stop!”

I shake my head and growl, my fingers closing around his thickness reflexively.

“Oh fuck!’ He groans and then his hips thrust again and again, wild and fast until I’m barely able to breathe in between thrusts.

He pushes deep and stills and then his come shoots inside my mouth and over my tongue, spurting wildly.  I can barely swallow all of it but I gulp it all down,

“Hmmm.” I moan and wipe my mouth with my hand as I sit up and stare at my husband who is now lying on his back, his big chest rising and falling so fast he looks like he ran a marathon.

“You alright, Marcus?” I grin, swatting at his chest and then running my fingers along the slabs of muscles.  “You feel so good.”

His blue eyes crack open and he grins weakly, sweat trickling down his brow.  “I swear if you get any better at that, I’m going to die right in the middle of sex one of these days.”

“Not gonna happen.  I know CPR.”

He snorts out a laugh and his eyes close.  “Good to know.”

I curl up against his hard chest and sigh deeply.  “I can’t believe it’s been six months since we got married.  It seems like it was just yesterday.”

He kisses my cheek and a little skitter of desire runs along my skin.  He smirks.

“Seems like it’s my turn.”  He rolls me under him and slips down my body until he’s facing my greedy center.  His hand pushes my thighs apart and before I can even take a deep breath, he’s buried in my pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling like he can’t get enough.

My hands twist in his hair and he growls into my wet heat.  “So damn juicy.  Wet and perfect.”  His tongue runs up and down my slit and then pushes deep in my hole eating me, feasting desperately on my juices until I’m pushing up and down into his face and he’s grunting and growling.

A winding tendril of lust and desire twists inside my body, slithering through my veins like heavy honey coating my nerves.

“Oh god yes!”

My thighs quiver and fireworks explode in my head like brilliant bursts of color, painting the other side of my eyelids until I can’t see anything but flashing lights and darkness.

I come down from my high with Marcus’s arms around me, tracing soft circles on my back.

“I love you, Marcus,”I whisper into his warm chest, tracing the whorls of hair on his chest with my fingertips.

“I love you too, baby.  Forever.”

Marcus is my home and I knew as soon as we came together that first time that this was more than just a quickie to both of us.

This is permanent.  A life-long commitment.

A smile curls my lips and I trace the tattoo he had done the day after we got married.

A heart wrapped in a garland of flowers with forever in the center.  His promise that he wasn’t going anywhere and neither am I.

My eyes close and I breathe his warm, masculine scent in, letting it settle me, lull me to sleep.

Safe in the arms of my man.

Marcus

I watch her walk out of the library, her steps still as light and sure as the day I met her.  This time she’s not working though.

My two daughters chatter up a storm as they carry books out of the big building.  Garland smiles at them and laughs at something they say, her green eyes sparkling with the same gentle humor that she’s had every one of the thirteen years we’ve been married.

Then, like she can feel my eyes, hers lift up and she gives me that special look that I live for.  The one that says that she’s been waiting for me forever and she’s so happy to see me.

I live for every damn day with this woman and my daughters.  Garland still works part time at the library and in another few years when the girls are in high school and don’t need her as much, she’s going back to being the full-time librarian.  The older lady is happy with the arrangement and when my wife goes back to full-time, she’s planning to retire to her gardens at home.

So for now, she’s only here a few hours a day while the girls are at school.  But she still brings the girls in to the library a few times a week so that they can all get new reading material.  All my girls love to read.  I just hope it takes awhile before my Ruby and Destiny discover the joys of their mom’s steamy romances.  They’re way too young to start thinking about boys.

As if I’ve conjured them up, a group of boys goes past on the steps and I see my Ruby glance at one of them and flush.  His eyes never leave hers and he ends up tripping on the steps and almost landing on his ass.

She giggles and her face flushes bright red and I think that my heart almost stops.

“No fucking way,” I grumble under my breath, charging for the stairs like a bull in a china shop.  No boy is good enough for my little girls.  And my little Ruby does even hit thirteen for another month.  She’s too young to be looking at boys.

I’m panting and out of breath when I get to Garland and my daughters but I make sure that the fucker staring at Ruby gets an eyeful of her dad as I kiss my wife on the cheek and glare at his ass.

He turns away to walk into the library and I see a quick flash of hurt in my daughter’s eyes.  Sympathy and humor dance in Garland’s sea-glass eyes as she leans over and whispers in my ear, “You can’t keep them away forever.  Some boy will love her as much as you do one of these days and you’ll have to let her go.”

“How about ice cream at the diner?” I holler, smiling at my little girls’ cheers.

“Not today,” I mutter under my breath, leading them all to my van.  I sold my car a long time ago when we had Ruby.  It wasn’t safe enough for her to ride around in.

Garland just shakes her head and slides into the front seat while the girls get situated in the back.

“Let’s go, Daddy!”  I smile and start the car, pulling out to go to the diner, my heart full to bursting as my girls and my beautiful wife chatter a mile a minute.

I finally have the things that I’ve longed for.  A business that’s growing by leaps and bounds, the home town that everybody wishes they had and the family that makes my life complete.

I smile over at Garland and know she’s thinking the same thing.  I have the best life.  I’m a lucky damn man.

As long as I can keep the boys away at least.  But I push that thought away.  I’m just gonna take one day at a time.

One long,  happy,  joyous day at a time with my world sitting in this van together, making every day a perfect day.