Suddenly Us

by Marie Skye

  I motioned toward the closet, then went to the dresser, opening the drawers I had emptied for her. Only one was filled with her stuff. I checked all the other drawers, and they were all empty, except for mine. She stood there standing, arms crossed waiting for me to figure out my confusion.

  “You have more stuff than this. Where’s the rest of your stuff?”

  “My apartment.”

  I steeled my jaw when she said ‘my apartment.’ “Okay, why aren’t they here?”

  She looked down at the hanger she had in her hand, before glancing back up at me. “I thought this was just temporary. At least until the whole Blake deal settles down.”

  I slowly walked toward her eyeing her up and down. She had on one of my shirts, which fell mid-thigh, and a pair of thigh high socks. Her blonde hair was in long waves down her back, and by the time I reached her, I swear I forgot what I was about to argue with her about. Fuck her and her non-attempt sexy seduction, because it worked, and I was about to fuck her, and brand every inch of her.

  I stopped just short of her, and she looked up at me curiously. She slowly swallowed, and my cock jumped. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  I backed her into the wall, and she gasped as my erection dug into her.

  “Like what?”

  Her lips parted as she ran her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “Like you’re about to devour me.”

  “Because I am.”

  Before she had time to respond, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. My lips crashed against hers, my tongue seeking entry. “You have no fucking idea the things you do to me, do you?” I said as I made my way down her neck. “I can’t even argue with you when you’re standing there looking so fucking hot and sexy. You make me hard as fuck, Gwen.”

  She let out a soft giggle, followed immediately by a yelp as my hand smacked her on the ass, right before I ripped her panties off. I reached down teasing her opening with my finger, and fuck, she was soaked. I pinned her up against the wall as I fucked her with two fingers, and played with her clit with my thumb. Each time her pussy started to quiver with an impending orgasm, I backed off, and her whimpering made me smile.

  “Take off that shirt. I want those nipples in my mouth.” I repositioned her from the wall so she could lift it over her head, before pinning her back. My mouth latched onto her nipple, and I sucked before biting down. She gasped, but the amount of wetness that filled my hand as I torturously finger- fucked her, told me her body liked it.

  I quickly unzipped my pants to pull my cock out and lined myself up at her entrance. She moaned as I pushed in just the tip. We were both panting at the exquisite feel. I slid in, just a half inch, before sliding back out to the tip. Her pussy was practically trying to suck me in. I could hear her whimpers of frustration, and I gave her a cocky grin.

  “Patience, Dove. Patience.” I kissed the tip of her nose as she shot me an angry glare. She started to rock into me, to try to force me in, and I gave her another slap on her ass and she yelped. I chuckled, and suddenly froze. The faint bruises on her arms. How could I have been so fucking stupid?

  She must’ve felt me pulling back because she grasped onto me, focusing my attention onto her. “Don’t you stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. I like it when you do it. When we’re doing this. Please don’t stop.”

  Her wanton eyes pleaded with me. Before I could have any second thoughts, I thrusted into the hilt. I didn’t give her time to stretch around me. Her legs tightened around me, and I could feel her getting close, and I slowed down.

  “Look at me!” I shouted, and her eyes shot opened. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she panted out.

  “And whose pussy is this?” I rubbed her clit harder, and her eyes lit up.

  She slowly smiled, as I rocked into her, hitting her spot just right. I could feel her pussy trying to grip me tighter.

  “Yours, only yours.”

  I leaned in closer, nipping her ear, before speaking. “And where do you fucking live?”

  Her pussy was practically squeezing me, but I wasn’t going to let her come just yet. Not just fucking yet.

  “Here! I live here.”

  I smiled into her neck before biting down and sucking hard, leaving a mark. “Which means all of you will live here, Dove. You and I, unless you have a problem with that.”

  Her body started to shake, and she shook her head rapidly, her words coming out in a rush. “No, no problem.”

  I smiled as I pinched her clit. “Then come for me,” I whispered in her ear. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her body. I grinded into her, feeling every bit of squeeze she had to give.

  “Fuck, Gwen, give it to me. Give it all to me!” I finally chased my own orgasm as her pussy gripped me hard. I rested my head against hers. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

  She giggled. “You’re not bad yourself.”

  I sighed, knowing that what I had to say next was going to dampen this mood. “We didn’t use a condom.” She pulled back to look at me. “I’m clean, I get tested frequently.”

  She slowly nodded. “Okay, me, too.”

  I rested my head against hers. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay inside her just a little bit longer. Anywhere she was, I knew was bliss.

  Twenty-Nine

  Gwen

  “You look…different.”

  I blushed as I turned away to another rack of dresses. “Do I? Must be the sun.” From the corner of my eye, I could see Emmalin’s penetrating stare, and finally I turned around.

  “Thanks for helping me choose a dress, how are the wedding plans coming along?”

  Emmalin’s eyes narrowed, before she answered me. “Don’t change the subject. You’re different.” She walked up to me, and circled me slowly. Then circled me again. “Your hair is shinier; your skin looks fabulous.” Then she shrugged and sighed. “Must be all that extra protein you’re getting from Hawkins.”

  My eyes bulged out of my head as I looked around to make sure no one heard her. Emmalin, immediately started giggling. I grabbed her closer to me, and lowered my voice. “Are you crazy? Anyone could hear you.”

  She wiggled her brows. “So, it’s true. Tell me, Gwen, is it good for your hair? I mean, he must be marking his territory in your hair because yours look amazing!” She reached out and touched it. “It’s all shiny.”

  I covered my mouth to muffle a giggle as I jerked my head away.

  “Hmm, maybe I should have Grayson try it, would be a hell of a lot cheaper than that conditioner I bought.” Emmalin twirled a strand of hair around her fingers, before giving me an all too knowing look.

  “I’m surprised you haven’t already,” I responded. Now it was Emmalin’s turn to look shocked.

  I laughed turning my attention back to the dresses. “Things are going great. Better than great. We’re…great!” I felt the smile forming wide, and couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to.

  “Great!” Emmalin chirped. “But if you think I’m going to accept ‘great’, as your answer, you don’t know me as well as I thought.”

  I held up a pale-yellow tea length dress to Emmalin. She instantly shook her head. “No. You need something that shows off those amazing curves you have, not hide them in that.” I watched as she started to turn for the store’s assistant, who miraculously appeared at Emmalin’s side. She’d been hovering around like a puppy dog, trailing Emmalin and I, while trying to act discreet. Everyone wanted the attention of the future Mrs. Mandrake.

  “Ms. Ross, how may I be of service?” Emmalin leaned up, whispering in her ear. I watched as the assistant looked me up and down and then smiled. “Of course, I have just the thing!” And with that, she scurried off.

  I narrowed my eyes as Emmalin came skipping back over. “What are you up to? You know I’m on a limited budget, and this place is already high scale enough.”

  She poured me another glass of champagne. “Just trust me, okay? I wouldn’t do anything outside of your comfort zon
e.”

  Well good, that was a relief. I continued perusing through the racks, when the sales associates came walking back out, holding a pale-yellow dress in her arms. My mouth dropped to the floor. It was a pale-yellow dress with spaghetti straps, a V neck neckline, a light detail of sequins for design, an open back, and I was sure it was way shorter on, than what it looked like on the hanger.

  I nervously swallowed as I stepped forward, lightly trailing the fabric. Damn, this was absolutely beautiful. I turned to Emmalin. “Are you crazy? I can’t wear this to your wedding.”

  Emmalin took the dress from the sales lady’s hands and shoved it at me, and I backed away as if it were on fire. “Just try it on, and if you don’t like it, we’ll find something else.”

  I stared at the dress, as if any minute now it was going to burst into flames. It was beautiful. I shook my head. “Emmalin, I don’t even think that’s my size…”

  “Will you stop saying that! Just stop it!” I blinked at Emmalin’s sudden outburst. “Stop saying that your body is ugly, Gwen, because it’s not. You’re perfect, and I don’t care if this dress doesn’t fit. If I have to find the designer myself to make you another one, then I will!” She took a deep breath and shut her eyes before continuing. “You’re beautiful, Gwen. And I know you’ve lost weight. I don’t care if you’re a hundred and twenty-five pounds, or four hundred pounds. You’re still my friend, and I love you, and I want you to love you, too.”

  My chin quivered as I stepped forward engulfing her in a hug, crushing the dress between us. After a few seconds, I pulled back and we just stared at each other a beat before smiling. No words were needed.

  I took the dress out of her hands and glanced toward the other woman. “I’ll take a dressing room please.”

  She smiled. “Right this way.”

  * * *

  Twenty minutes later, I was still staring at myself in the mirror. This dress fit me like a glove. Emmalin finally stood next to me. “You don’t like it, do you?”

  I turned to her. “Are you kidding? I don’t want to take it off!” We both started laughing, then I remembered, this dress was most likely way out of my price range. I stepped off the podium to go change, and came back out. There wasn’t a price tag on the dress, so I braced myself as I walked to the checkout to check the price.

  The lady greeted me with a warm smile, taking the dress. “I take it you agreed with the dress?”

  I smiled back. I did, I just didn’t know if my wallet did. “There wasn’t a price tag on it.”

  She frowned. “Oh, we don’t put price tags on them, so the material doesn’t get ruined. Each dress has a style number on the tag, that’s how we price them.”

  Emmalin came up to the counter placing down a pair of shoes. “These will go perfect with that dress.”

  I watched as the lady looked up each style code, then pulling out tissue paper to wrap everything up. I dug out my credit card, then two more in case I needed to split up the payments.

  She handed me the two bags and smiled. “You’re good to go. If you find you need any alterations later on just let us know and we’ll be happy to accommodate.”

  I stared at her confuse with my cards still in my hand. “I didn’t pay yet.”

  She peered down at her screen. “I had prior instructions to your appointment that any charges were already taken care of.

  I stared at her in shock. “By who?”

  She shook her head. “The signature is just an H.”

  She didn’t need to say more after that. Hawkins bought me a dress. I didn’t know if I should be mad at him, or thankful.

  As we got in the waiting car, I turned to Emmalin. “Did you know about this?”

  She thought for a moment. “Yes and no. Yes, because honestly, I was going to pay for it, then I found out it was already done, so I assumed it was him.”

  I stared over at the bag sitting between us. “Gwen, don’t bother fighting with him over it, trust me. If he’s anything like Grayson, you’re not going to win when it comes to them buying you stuff. But if you need to, give him a little sass, the ‘do as I say’ sex he’ll be giving you is fun.”

  I laughed. “That’s all you give Grayson is sass!”

  She winked at me. “Now you’re learning, grasshopper.”

  Thirty

  Hawkins

  Ever since my failed mission to bring down Drago Fado, anything relating to his whereabouts didn’t go unnoticed by me. To others my mission was uncompleted. To me, it failed.

  “He was last spotted in South Africa. The satellite image is grainy, but I’m willing to bet my life it’s him.” Garrison laid a picture in front of me. I studied it closely. “The trafficking has increased, with transports of the victims being spread out to Algeria, Asia, and Sri Lanka.”

  I shut my eyes. The memory of the little girl with the green eyes coming into my mind. She would be a teenager now. If she was still alive.

  Garrison placed his hand on my shoulder. "We'll get him, man. We will. I talked to Conrad, and they're planning a takedown in nine days. I'm heading it, and I want you on my team."

  My head shot up. "I was discharged."

  He raised a brow. "Don't underestimate my power, man. You have the best sniper skills I've ever seen, and you're fit. You can do it."

  I faced forward again. Damn, I wanted to be there to take that man down. But death was too good for him. Death would be a reward. I clenched my hands. I wanted to go. I needed to go. Could Gwen understand this? Fuck knows Rebecca couldn't. I would be asking her to wait for me, and there's always that chance I wouldn't come home. Even worse, if I did come home, and she moved on, could I handle it?

  * * *

  I watched Gwen open up a third cabinet as she continued to tell me about her day. As much as I wanted to be here in the now with her, my mind was elsewhere. She finally held up her hands looking frustrated, and I focused back on her.

  "Okay, I give up, where is the strainer? I’ve looked everywhere. This is your apartment, unless you want spaghetti in drowned noodle water be my guest."

  I smiled getting up, going to one of the lower cabinets, and handing it to her. I placed a kiss on the top of her head. "It's our apartment." I looked around the kitchen. "We can definitely move things around, whatever you like. I want you to feel welcome here, too."

  She quirked an eyebrow at me, before turning her attention back to the stove. She was really going to have to get on board with this living arrangement.

  She turned with two plates in her hand, as she slid one to me, and took the seat across from me. I didn’t like the expression on her face. “Dove?”

  She glanced up at me with a small smile, before staring down at her food, and finally cleared her throat. “So, I went shopping with Emmalin today for a dress to her wedding.” I nodded. I already knew where this was headed, but I allowed her to continue. “My dress was already paid for.” She stared at me. I didn’t respond since she didn’t actually ask a question. She sighed heavily. “I can pay for my own stuff, Hawkins, I don’t want you to think that I’m…” her voice faded.

  Gwen came from money. Her family is pretty prominent. Father, a former congressman, still active. Mother heavily involved in charity work. They’re the picture-perfect family, when viewed from the outside. But, then there’s Gwen, who always felt like the outsider. Like she didn’t belong. So, she decided to work her way, instead of being hand fed.

  “Gwen, If I wanted to buy you a gift, then I’m going to do it, and you’re going to accept it. There’s no need to have this talk, because I’m just going to ignore it.”

  She blinked a few times, before finally speaking, and she slowly smiled as her face started to flush, as she moved the food around on her plate. “Thank you for the dress. I really love it.”

  I smiled warmly at her. “You’re welcome. I enjoy seeing you happy.”

  I started eating, and before I knew it, Gwen had slid down from her seat, until she was well under the table. I started to look un
der, but her hands on my zipper instantly stilled me. “What are you doing, Dove?”

  I held back a moan as her hands reached into my shorts, pulling my cock out, and she lightly blew, and I gripped the edge of the table. I fucking lost it the moment her tongue swirled around the tip, and my head shot back.

  “Eat your dinner before it gets cold,” I heard her say.

  What! She wanted me to eat dinner now! I started to push back from the table but her firm grip around my thighs, and the fact that she just took me all the way in her mouth stopped me short. My hand slid to her hair as I started to slowly fuck her mouth. “Fuck, Gwen, just like that.”

  I held her head as my hips sped up. I felt my balls starting to tighten, and I started to slow down, because a part of me wanted her on my lap, her tits bouncing in my face as I came in her tight pussy. “Ease up, Dove, I want to come in you.”

  But she didn’t ease up, she went faster, and so did the thrusting of my hips. It was like my cock had a mind of its own. It wasn’t until she took me all the way, and swallowed twice, that I fucking lost it. I let out a roar as she milked my cock of everything it had, and didn’t let up until she drained me dry.

  After a few minutes, I slumped back in my chair, and pushed the table back. Gwen was peering up at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes as she licked her lips. “What was that?” I looked at her completely stunned.

  She smiled, as she stood up. “I was thanking you for my gift.”

  I stood up, swiping everything off the table, and lifting her on it. I pulled the chair up to her, which put me at the perfect height to her pussy. She watched me curiously as I spread her legs slowly. “My, my, my, look how wet you are, Gwen. Did thanking me, make my pussy this wet?”

  She hissed as I hooked her panties to the side and lightly blew over her clit. I looked up at her, waiting for an answer. She bit her bottom lip and looked away, her cheeks flushed. I tsked.