Vanessa and Leroy’s wedding had been the most beautiful ceremony she’d ever attended. Throughout the twenty minute exchange of devotions of love and wedding vows, Tanya had been completely enthralled in the glamour of it all. It was a fairy tale come true that she might never ever experience. Right after they were pronounced husband and wife and shortly after cocktails and a light dinner was served, they were whisked away by a decked out cab to enjoy the rest of their wedding night and honeymoon on a private island off the coast of Jamaica.
I’ll text you some pictures, Vanessa had promised just before leaving, with her husband pulling her along anxious to consummate their vows.
“Earth to Tanya,” Marcus teased beside her.
He’d stayed by her side throughout the entire event. It definitely kept away inquiries about her break-up with Justin. Except for Myra, no one else publicly expressed concerns about Justin’s absence. Marcus made up the difference and then some. He commanded an attention that any man she’d ever been with couldn’t touch.
“I was just thinking.” She put her wine glass on the table, and turned her full attention to him.
“About?” The corners of his eyes crinkled and turned up as he smiled.
“About how happy I am they finally tied the knot. Vanessa had no idea what Leroy had planned for their honeymoon. It’s pretty hard to catch her by surprise, so he pulled that off fairly well.”
“Do you like surprises, Tanya?”
“Sometimes.” She shrugged. “As long as they come with good intentions.”
“For sure,” he agreed, then leaned in to kiss her briefly on the lips.
“You’re umm….” She cleared her throat. His blatant affection in public had her feeling exceptionally warm between her thighs.
“I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Why is that?”
He kissed her again, pausing on her lips for longer than the last. “Because you are beautiful, sexy, and the sound of your voice has me thinking about naughty things.”
“People can see us…”
“I could care less,” he said. “Surely they understand how a man shows his appreciation of a woman. I do admit that this may be my weakness.”
“What do you mean?”
Their fingers linked together until they were holding hands.
“When I want something, I want it deeply. I don’t stop short or settle for less.”
“But you’ve had me already.”
“You’re the type of woman that you have for a lifetime. I knew the moment I set eyes on you. I wanted to know you, inside and out. I couldn’t resist when you proposed our one night of adventure, even though I was thinking of asking you out on a formal date.”
“You barely know me,” she challenged.
“I know you intimately, Tanya. I have another request.”
“Yes?”
“When we return, I’d like to see you again. I need more than two nights.”
“Who said you would get two nights?”
He looked at her in challenged with that devilish look of his. “We can enjoy the rest of Jamaica until it’s time for you to return. Dinner, dancing…and just getting to know each other. Some conversation by the shore, and then whatever else it leads to. What about that?”
She bit her bottom lip, pretending to think, knowing full well what the answer was.
A shadow fell over them just before she opened her mouth to speak. She looked up to see a striking man with a deep bronze tan and a head full of dark curly brown hair.
The guy nodded at Marcus, a grin twitching his lips, and then he offered her his hand. “Hi, I’m Trent.”
Looking from Trent to Marcus and then back again, she exchanged handshakes. “Tanya.”
“Nice to meet you,” Trent greeted her, and then addressed Marcus next, “I see now why I’ve been discarded.”
“Tanya, this is my brother, Trent. I was supposed to be seated next to him.”
She looked from one to other in confusion. Sure they were both fine as all get out, but except for that, they were like night and day. Marcus flawless pecan complexion contrasted with Trent’s dark olive skin tone. “You two look nothing alike.”
“Brothers by bond,” Trent replied.
Marcus had said something similar when they met at the night club last night.
Three by blood. Two by bond.
“Oh,” she said, but still had no idea what they meant by that.
“You coming or what?” Trent asked, then added teasingly, “Or are you having too much fun caking?”
“Shut it,” Marcus told Trent between clenched teeth. “I’m staying behind. See you back in Atlanta?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you at the shop next weekend, bro. Nice to meet you…Tanya.” Trent gave her another sly smile before turning around to leave.
Tanya tried not to look at his retreating backside like the rest of the women still at the reception. Marcus and Trent certainly weren’t brothers by blood, but the one thing they had in common was that they attracted women, single and married, like a magnet.
With the main purpose for her trip out of the way—the wedding—she turned her attention back to Marcus.
Before she voiced her question, he answered it. “Trent and I met twelve years ago. We were twenty one at the time, and months from graduation, when we both officially joined the same biker club. A brotherhood, of sorts.”
“Biker club?”
He nodded.
Tanya could only imagine what that meant. She’d seen how on weekends various biker gangs would race up and down Atlanta interstates and freeways with not a care in the world. They were fast, ruthless, and had a reputation for stirring up trouble. “Is that why most of your body is covered in tattoos?” A blush fanned across her face and neck as it dawned on her once more that she knew him in the most intimate of ways, as well.
Marcus chuckled. “It is.”
Tanya glanced over him, slowly, as though she were meeting him for the first time. From her observation today during the light dinner, a dance, and casual conversations as they mingled with other guests, he demonstrated that he had the manners of a gentleman. But back at the night club and during their one night fling, she realized that he had a second side. She’d spent hours in bed with a playboy. At least now she knew what to expect from him.
“Something tells me that you’re nothing but trouble,” she said.
“Does that intrigue you?”
“Somewhat.”
“Then allow me another night here in Ocho Rios, and we can get into even more trouble, if you like.”
Their gazes locked and suddenly she didn’t care who was in the room with them, who knew what they’d done last night, or what anyone thought of her. This man seemed to make her forget all her practical sense.
“Yes.”
Chapter Five
Later that evening…
Tanya knew when she accepted Marcus’ room key that her life would never be the same again. After Ocho Rios…after she left these adventures with Marcus behind, how would she find another man to live up to her newfound expectations? Why was she even worrying about that? She had enough time to worry later.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped out onto the highest floor of the hotel. The wallpaper and décor were more extravagant and refined than the floor she’d followed him onto the night after the club.
Shortly after the wedding, she and Marcus had enjoyed several hours visiting the sights and shops of Ocho Rios. The rest of the day included sampling the ethnic dishes, conversing with the locals, and experiencing the island as a tourist. She hadn’t expected to do any of this while here alone, but with Marcus this was possible. They even had a chance to lay out on the beach for a couple hours, watching the sunset amid the palm trees.
What reservations she had about Marcus being a complete stranger was now gone, but the anticipation for what was to come tonight still had her on edge.
Tanya came to a stop in front of the suite and rappe
d on the door softly.
Marcus answered right away with a bright smile on his face and dressed in some casual and light attire. She came wearing the sundress he’d purchased for her at one of the shops they’d visited.
It had been just an hour since they last agreed to separate to recoup for tonight’s recap. “Hi,” she said.
“I missed you.” He took her hand, welcoming her inside.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw how glamorous Marcus’ new suite was. It was huge, easily the size of two hotel rooms put together. The colors were a stimulating mix of mahoganies for the furniture, muted browns for the linens and curtains, and gold for the accents and mirrors. The seating area was larger with a great sectional and plush pillows. The wet bar was wider, fully stocked. The bedroom and in-room hot tub was sectioned off by a wall for a sense of privacy. Soft soothing music escaped the speakers in the entertainment area.
Set up in the room were two massage tables, complete with white crisp towels and robes ready for them. Two masseuses waited nearby with a tray of champagne.
“Why’d you switched rooms?” she asked, as she accepted champagne from a male attendant who was also in the room by the wet bar.
“It was the best room in the hotel. I thought you’d like this better for our special night,” he said.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” The male attendant asked. “May I get you anything else to make you feel comfortable?”
“No,” Tanya said. “Thank you.”
“We’ll wait outside so that you can change into the robes. We’ll come back in ten minutes.” The male attendant smiled, and both he and the masseuses left the room.
Her gaze traveled until she met intriguing brown eyes. “Marcus, you are just too much.”
“Just for you,” was his reply.
*
The ninety minute massage had all of Tanya’s muscles loose and feeling good, which was a big change from all the tension she showed up at his room with. Dipping in the hot tub filled scented with a pina colada aroma relieved her of even more tension.
The water shifted beside her and she opened her eyes and lifted her head to see Marcus refilling their champagne glasses.
“This wasn’t really supposed to be a vacation for me, but it sure feels like one,” he said, handing her the glass.
She accepted it, taking a sip. “I didn’t expect to have such a good time.”
“Glad I came and that I met you,” he said. “I’d turned the invite down when it first was mailed to me, because I had so much going on with work and life that I didn’t think I could commit to a destination wedding. It’s funny how things panned out. Trent had an extra plane ticket and broke up with his girl, so I thought the short break from work after the quick move would be good for me.”
“So the empty seat by Trent belonged to his ex, huh?” she said. It was similar to her situation, but she didn’t think to ask anyone to come with her in Justin’s absence.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Well, I’m glad you decided to come,” she said, looking at him shyly under her lashes.
Marcus caught her gaze, but instead of having the daring smile that was probably his signature, his expression was serious. He observed her carefully almost as though he was deep in thought about something, but preferred not to speak on it.
A little water sloshed over the sides again as he leaned in to kiss her. His big, smooth palms stroked the back of her neck, deepening the kiss with insistent and demanding caresses.
Her body was warm enough, fully engulfed up to the neck in the water, but his hands roving across her back increased her temperature tenfold.
He tore away from her lips only to dip his held lower to tease the column of her neck. She lifted earnestly, giving him better access. A small moan escaped her lips as he began his trek lower, gliding his mouth across the tops of her breasts.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “I could stay here with you forever and never want for anything more.”
“You sure about that?”
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her legs on either side of him so that she straddled his lap. Her center immediately made contact with his erection. Flesh to flesh was definitely not possible with his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms, but that didn’t keep him from grinding her pussy against his dick.
“Does this feel sure?” he asked.
“Oh, Marcus,” she said, arching her back and tilting her head to the ceiling. “That feels so good.”
Somewhere in between their movements, he grew larger and his dick ended up on the outside of his trunks. He was thick against her center as she rubbed into him despite the spandex fabric separating them. When she finally came, her cries echoed across the room rising above the soft music lingering from the front of the suite.
“I love when you do that,” he whispered, nipping at the tops of her breasts. He pulled on the string at her back and the top fell into the water between them. No time was wasted as he dipped his head low to suckle her.
She was still sensitive from her recent orgasm and each pull of her lips had her body shivering against his touch. He tugged gently, closing in on her nipple and circling the tip of his tongue against the areolas. He reached between them at the same time, sliding his hands down into her bottoms.
Tanya rocked against his palm, pushing her aching center at his hand and thrusting in tune to the quick tempo of his fingers.
He brought her to the edge and then stopped abruptly. Before she could protest, he led her stand until her belly was in line with his face. He kissed her navel and the butterflies within her stomach scattered.
She held tight onto his shoulders as he teased her skin with lips, tongue, and fingers.
“You are so beautiful. I want to remember every detail about you. Your scent, taste, and the way your skin feels.” He kissed her mound. “I want you to remember this night even after you get on the flight back home. I want you to remember what I’m capable of doing to this body. More importantly, I want you to remember because this game doesn’t end here in Ocho Rios.”
Marcus used his teeth to untie each side of her bikini bottom, pulling it off completely until she was fully exposed to him.
Her breath hitched when his mouth came in contact with her pussy. He parted her nether lips with his tongue finding the little bud that was bursting with need. He lapped at her, holding her hips firm between his grasp. Only when she began to lose her foothold in the water, did he lift her up to sit on the edge of the hot tub. Even then, he devoured her pussy like a man deprived. Her orgasm came hard and fast, jolting through her like an eruption.
It took them only seconds to make it from the tub to the bed. He set her down on it and she knelt in front of him, taking his erection in her palm. She took her time examining him. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to remember every detail vividly. From the way he stood at strict attention ready to please and plunder to the way his crown swelled in excitement when she touched him.
Tanya licked her lips just before taking him with her mouth. He tasted of spice and man, and her lips glided up and down him with ease. She went slowly, adjusting the size of him, nearly gagging when he reached far enough in the back of her throat.
He groaned as she released him, taking a moment to play with the silky head using her tongue to dip in and out of the small slit. She sucked and pumped him until his balls grew taut against her fists on the down stroke.
When they finally fell on the bed in each other’s arms, she was wet and ready for him. He gave her the condom, she rolled it down on him, and then guided his rod to her needy center where he hit home.
This time the sex was slow and endearing. They kept close throughout, never leaving each other’s embrace. She could literally feel his heart beating against her breasts as he took her over and over again. They didn’t speak as before for their tongues were occupied dancing together, reveling in the taste of both of them combined.
Before Ocho Rios, she had not thought it was possible
to have more than one orgasm during a round of sex. Marcus proved that theory wrong, as she tumbled into what was her third climax for the night. He was not too far behind her, joining her just as she was on her way down from her state of euphoria.
This wasn’t normal at all. It wasn’t normal to want a man so much that you’d risk all that was ordinary to be with him.
***
The next morning…
“My flight leaves in six hours.” Tanya said as Marcus put her bags in the back of the cab.
She still couldn’t believe that they were parting ways. All of her wanted to stay here forever with this man, just as he’d revealed to her last night. But that wasn’t possible. It was time to go back to her normal, ordinary life.
More than likely, Marcus would do the same. He probably had a load of biker friends back home that he preferred hanging out with instead of a bookworm, high-end jewelry saleswoman like her. Guys like him just didn’t stick around with boring women like her.
Marcus kissed her on the forehead, just as the cab driver came up to assist them. “Share a taxi to the airport?” He gestured to a single suitcase on the sidewalk of the hotel beside her.
Before leaving his hotel last night, they’d agreed that she’d call him when she was on the way to the airport. They’d both checked out of their hotels after the call and met each other in the courtyard.
“Sure.” She shrugged. “What times is your flight?”
A corner of his lips quirked up in a grin. “Yesterday at eight p.m.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “You missed your flight? Why?”
He cleared his throat, eyes shifting back and forth from her to the cab driver. “We were…umm—”
“Never mind, don’t even say it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that. How will you get home?”
He piled his luggage on top of hers, and the driver closed the trunk. “Don’t worry. There are a couple flights that leave out to Atlanta this evening. I’ll make sure you get on your flight safely and then I’m going to register as a standby. Maybe they’ll even have an extra seat on your plane for me.”
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