“No problem,” Clare called out. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Good girl.” Marcus squeezed her hand as they headed toward the sidewalk.
“What?” Roxy squeezed back as she looked up at him, not liking his color at all.
“Leaving dirty dishes and shit.” He chuckled. “I’ll make you a rebel yet.”
Roxy smiled, knowing without a doubt she loved this man. No matter what her past had thrown at her, it didn’t make her unlovable, and it didn’t stop her from having strong emotions. She loved Marcus Foster and right now the most important thing was to get him well.
The closer they got to her house, she noticed his stride, which was usually long and with purpose, had slowed. He also stumbled once, terrifying her. “Marcus, please shift.” She grabbed his elbow to steady him, and he leaned into her.
“I’ll wait until we get to your house.” His eyes looked up from the road to search where they were. He seemed still aware of what was going on and alert, but he was fading fast.
“Is there anything I can put on your shoulder?” She frowned, realizing she didn’t know what in the hell she was doing. She had taken care of her own wounds so figured it would be the same, but he was a wolf. Was it different for them? She didn’t know.
“After I shift, if you have any peroxide or alcohol, you can apply that.” Marcus stumbled again. They were in her driveway and stopped in front of her house.
“Anything else I should know?” She looked up at him, even ready to catch him if he collapsed, not that she could support his weight, but she’d damn well try.
“Don’t be afraid of me.” Marcus stared down at her, touching her face gently. “Please don’t be afraid of me. My wolf would never hurt you. I will heal ten times faster in wolf form.”
“I’m not afraid, Marcus.” Roxy rose on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Now shift so you can get better. I need you.”
Pulling her to him, he kissed her hard. “Love you,” he whispered against her lips as he pushed her back carefully. She never knew exactly how she would react to hearing those words again from a man, but hearing them from Marcus, she believed him. She wasn’t afraid of them, nor him. She trusted again when she had thought trust would be something she could never do again with a man.
His body shook almost violently, and Roxy cringed knowing it had to be hurting his shoulder. Within seconds, a large wolf stood before her, his eyes staring up at her, then away as if uncomfortable. The wolf before her was Marcus and she knew it. Taking a step closer, she reached out, putting her hand in its beautiful, soft gray and white fur.
“And I love you,” she said to the wolf. “And I’m not afraid.”
She walked slowly to her door, the wolf limping beside her. She unlocked the door, and before she could walk in, he used his massive head to nudge past her and blocked her entrance while looking around her small home. Roxy sighed, realizing even in wolf form Marcus was making sure she was safe. Her love deepened to the point it was painful, but the sensation made her smile.
She went to the kitchen to search for her peroxide, got a bowl of warm water, and then walked out to see Marcus lying on the hard floor. She went to her bathroom and collected a clean towel, then returned to Marcus.
“Marcus,” she whispered, hating to wake him, but no way was he staying on her floor. His eyes opened, looking surprisingly alert. Lifting his head slightly, he glanced around until he settled back on her. “I’m sorry, but you need to get off that hard floor. Come on.”
She headed toward her bedroom and opened the door, but Marcus remained on the floor staring at her.
“Come on,” she urged and stopped herself from snapping her fingers. Something she did when she wanted her little childhood dog to follow her. “Don’t try me, Marcus Foster. You are not lying on my floor, and don’t think I won’t try to pick you up.”
She could have sworn he smiled, but it was hard to tell. With slow movements, he stood and limped toward her. She led him into her bedroom. He paused, taking in the surroundings. She took that time to pull the covers down to the end of the bed and then stepped aside so he could climb up onto the mattress. He hesitated, but then limped her way and jumped up, then lay down.
Roxy climbed up on the bed before dipping the towel in the water she’d set on her nightstand. With great care, she cleaned the wound. She hated every moment, knowing it hurt, but Marcus didn’t flinch or whimper in pain. Feverish eyes watched her and the more she stared into them, the more she saw Marcus. How odd this was, yet it felt so right. This man could be the famous bigfoot, and it wouldn’t faze her. She loved him.
Soon after, she had the wound clean and the dreaded peroxide applied, which seemed to hurt her more than it hurt him. She’d been the one hissing as she’d applied it, watching it bubble and work on the angry-looking wound.
Once finished, she sat everything on her nightstand and watched him. He had finally closed his eyes. Able to relax knowing he was resting and healing, she gave herself a moment to consider all that had happened and just how she felt. Her attraction to Marcus was off the charts, which surprised her somewhat. Seeing him naked earlier had sent a spark through her body, making her realize she missed making love. Bruce, being the bastard he was, had always made sure she was taken care of in bed. Possibly it was a pride thing for him to make sure she was satisfied. She wasn’t afraid of sex, she actually really missed it. Not with Bruce, of course, just the act. Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, she sighed. She must really be hard up if staring at a wolf was getting her all worked up. What the hell was wrong with her? An image of him standing naked below the tree flashed through her mind. He was a damn fine male specimen. She grinned at that thought, then yawned.
Taking care not to hurt Marcus, she stretched out beside him, her hand buried in his fur. Before long she fell asleep.
Chapter 9
Marcus woke feeling better, not a hundred percent, but much better. He was still in wolf form as he lay, his eyes finding Roxy curled up next to him. She had taken such good care of him during his time of healing. She had cleaned his wound, made him drink, and gave him love. No one could ask for anything more than that. He knew Hunter had been there plenty, checking on him as well as her, and he owed his brother for that. Garrett had also stopped in to check on everything. He stood, careful not to wake her. He needed to shift and shower. He also needed to piss. He hated pissing in wolf form. He backed off the bed and stood still, making sure she remained asleep. He knew she had to be exhausted.
Taking a step, he winced when his claws clipped on the hardwood floor loudly. Glancing at her, Marcus watched her stir, but she remained asleep. He then shifted. He worked his shoulder back and forth, trying to see if the damage was repaired. It appeared better but felt a little weak. He knew that was normal. He also knew without looking down he had a massive hard-on. Worried she would wake up to him staring down at her with his cock hard and ready, he quietly walked out of the room.
He desired nothing more than to crawl into bed and bury himself deep inside her, but that would come soon enough. He had to make himself take it slowly with Roxy because of her past. It may kill him, but he would have it no other way. His eyes took in her tiny place. It was sparsely decorated, but she had made it her own because it reminded him of her with just small touches here and there.
“Hey.” Her sleepy voice filled the room. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” he replied. Glancing down at his cock, he frowned. He needed to take care of that before he faced her. “I needed to take a shower.”
“Oh, okay.” She shuffled past him, opening a door. She walked into the bathroom, and he heard her turning on the water, opening and closing doors. She stepped back out, her eyes meeting his until they dropped to his cock.
For a moment he considered covering himself but decided against it. This was him. He was a hot-blooded male who wanted his woman. She might as well get used to it.
“Can I help you with that?” she said, her voice ras
py as her eyes rose to meet his.
Not much shocked him, but her words shocked the shit out of him. He had to make sure he wasn’t hearing things he really wanted to hear. “What?”
Her face flushed a bright red before dropping her gaze away from him as she tried to pass him. “You better hurry before the water gets cold. The water heater here is wonky.”
He grasped her arm, stopping her. “That’s not what you said.”
“Yes, it is.” She refused to look at him. “You must still have a little bit of a fever.”
He chuckled at that. “No, I’m perfectly sane at the moment.” He carefully clipped her chin up so he could read her eyes. “There’s nothing more that I want in this world than to make love to you, Roxy. But I’m a patient man, as I have clearly demonstrated to you, but if I heard you right and I think I did—”
“You heard me right,” she whispered, trying to glance away.
“Look at me, Roxy,” Marcus ordered, but without anger. “I don’t want to do anything that will hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”
“Sex was never an issue. It was the hitting and mental abuse that came later in my relationship with Bruce,” Roxy answered without hesitation.
Marcus frowned, conflicted with emotions. Even though he was happy as hell that she wasn’t afraid of sex, rage boiled through his body knowing she had enjoyed sex with someone other than him. How fucked up was that?
“I know that I shouldn’t feel this way because I’m still married, but….” She shrugged, doubt flickering across her features. Her reaction brought him back to the moment.
“In my eyes, the day he laid a hand on you he was no longer your husband. I don’t give a shit about a piece of paper saying otherwise. A husband never, no, a man never lays a hand on the woman he has sworn to protect, and that’s what a husband should be.” Marcus ended with a low growl, his eyes roaming her body then back up to her face. “I’m going to walk into that shower. I’m not forcing you to do anything, but if you want me, I’m here and believe me when I say, I will welcome you, protect you, and love you more than any man ever could.”
He bent down and sealed his words with a hard kiss before letting her go and walking away. What he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off, carry her into the shower with him, and fuck her wet body like no one had ever fucked her before. Instead, he used every trick he could think of to calm himself from doing just that. Jesus, if she didn’t come to him, he was going to have to jack off so he could walk right. He thought his shoulder hurt like a bitch; that was nothing compared to his hard-on.
******
She watched him go and disappear into her small bathroom. Her last look was at his tight ass. She was horny as hell and needed him; her wet thong was a testament to that fact. Biting her lip, she glanced toward the bathroom and made an easy decision. After shedding her clothes, she walked toward the bathroom. The door was wide open, as if welcoming her. Steam rolled out, and she walked in.
“Marcus,” she whispered, then cleared her throat to call his name louder, but that wasn’t necessary. The curtain opened, and there he stood, his eyes intently staring into hers. “I, ah, don’t like cold showers.”
The smile that broke over his face was full of sensual expectation, and her nipples sprang to life as did the rest of her body. He reached out, lifted her off her feet and set her down so his body blocked most of the water. His eyes roamed down her body as they stood there, still as stone. The only sound was the water blasting his skin.
“Damn.” He hissed as he ran his hands up her arms, around her neck then to her face, pulling her to him. Their bodies met at the same time their lips clashed. His hands were everywhere, and she realized so were hers. Exploring each other’s bodies with a slowness that was driving her insane, she struggled to keep a coherent thought.
Once he pulled his mouth from hers, he looked down at her body again. Lowering his head so he could kiss her breast, he then took one nipple in his mouth. Her head fell back, but she didn’t worry about falling with his arm wrapped around her lower back, keeping her against him. His hardness pressed against her and she swore it grew against her belly. Reaching down, she touched his tip and moaned. Not wanting to wait, she took his length in her hand, squeezing with enough pressure that he cursed. Releasing her breast, he reached around and turned off the water.
“There isn’t going to be anything easy about this.” He nipped her neck, then ran his tongue across it. “My control is just about gone.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me.” She kissed his chest, moving her hand faster along his cock. His hand spread her, and she moved her leg to give him better access. One finger, then two slipped in, making her moan. She wanted more. “I’m more than ready, Marcus.”
“Hell yes, you are.” Marcus grabbed her hand to stop her jerking motions on his dick. “As good as your hand feels on my cock, this is going to end soon if you don’t stop.”
Slowly, he slipped his hand away from her pussy, down her thigh, and then hooked his large hand in the curve her knee. He picked her leg up and pressed it against his hip, opening her up wide.
Anticipation made her dizzy, but his stillness alerted her that something was wrong. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw something that she had never seen in his eyes, uncertainty. If he hadn’t already had her heart, this moment would have sealed the deal.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you, Marcus.”
She knew he was being careful, but she didn’t want anything to do with that. As he positioned himself at her opening, she used her leverage and sank onto his length in one full push. Tears pressed against her eyes, but not because of pain. No, it was because he filled her in more ways than she ever imagined could happen.
“Jesus, Roxy,” Marcus said through gritted teeth. “Careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not glass.” Her gasp of pleasure echoed around the small bathroom. “I won’t break. Please, Marcus.”
He moved inside her, slowly at first, but quickened his pace as she met him with a fervor that had them both cursing and panting. He held her close, his breath against her cheek as he pumped into her. She loved to hear him losing control. Loved the feel of his body surrounding her. She felt safe, loved and cherished.
“Grab onto my neck,” he ordered, and she did quickly. When he grabbed her other leg, he lifted her, and she gladly wrapped her legs around him. With his strength, he not only pounded inside her but used his hands to control her hips. Their foreheads touched, each looking down, watching as their bodies met together in perfect rhythm. He stepped out of the tub and carefully pulled her off his length. He turned her around, his hands running from her dripping pussy, up her stomach to her breast before he bent her over. She grabbed hold of the sink with both hands as he slid inside her. His large hands gripped her hips as he once again pounded into her. “I want you every way possible,” he said against her ear, his chest pressed against her back. She felt his strength as he controlled their motion.
One hand left her hip, ran up her body and squeezed one breast, pulling and twisting her nipple before doing the same to the other breast. Her breathing was so erratic she was almost afraid she was going to pass out. She knew she was close, felt her body tightening, and he must have felt it also. His hand felt its way across her stomach, stopping at the nub between her legs. He expertly worked her to the point she cried out, begging him for release. He slammed into her, their bodies slapping together loudly in the small bathroom and finally, she looked up. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she had never seen a man more intent on another’s pleasure than she saw at that moment. She knew he would hold off his own pleasure until she reached hers.
Their eyes held, his hand stilled as he watched her, fucking her hard, with everything he had, and then his hand moved. With one pinch and pull, she flew over the edge, but she forced herself to keep her eyes on him. She wanted to see him release, needed to see his pleasure as he
had seen hers. She screamed her pleasure, tears escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks. His head flew back, his neck corded as his mouth opened in the most erotic growl she had ever heard.
“Roxy!” She heard him, but couldn’t respond. Holy shit, did she black out? “Roxy? Fuck!”
She was turned and picked up. She knew she was being carried out of the bathroom, but she couldn’t open her eyes. What in the hell happened? The last thing she remembered was him with his head thrown back, mouth opened. Her pussy quivered at the memory.
“Holy shit!” she rasped out. Then she giggled as her eyes finally opened. “I think I actually blacked out.”
“This isn’t funny, Roxy.” Marcus didn’t sound happy at all. He sounded worried. “Are you okay? You went completely limp and wouldn’t answer me. Jesus, did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” Roxy leaned up, kissing him. “I swear I’m absolutely fine, but holy shit is about all I can think to say. Not very romantic, huh?” She wiped the wetness from her eyes.
Marcus finally grinned, holding her on his lap as he sat on the couch. “Holy shit pretty much sums it up.”
Roxy spun around and straddled him. “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly.
“What in the hell are you thanking me for?” Marcus ran his hands along her back. “Believe me when I say it should be me thanking the hell out of you.”
“How about we just both say you’re welcome and do it again?” She nipped his earlobe before sucking it in her mouth. She felt his cock swell under her. “Was that a ‘you’re welcome’ and agreement to do it again?” she teased.
Marcus’s head fell back as he laughed loudly. “That was definitely a ‘you’re welcome.’ And me and my cock are both in total agreement.” He grabbed both her tits in his hand bringing one and then the other to his mouth. “You have beautiful tits, and I could do this all fucking day.”
He watched as he sucked and licked on her tits, not realizing her hips had begun to move, as if seeking something long and hard to play with.
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