by Ashlee Price
Finally at the end of the day, he called Davina on the cellphone number that she had given him his first day. He had never used it before and she was not answering when he called. The phone went right to voicemail and he was left in his own self-loathing for being so stupid. How could he think that she would say anything to him after what he had done?
He left a message anyways, telling her he was sorry and trying to explain himself in the minute of time before the beep came. He hung up feeling slightly sick to his stomach and wishing more than anything that he had never went there, never followed her. It hadn’t mattered that she was seeing someone else. As much as it hurt, they weren’t even dating and he had no right. It didn’t change the way he felt inside, but he knew that it had to.
When Davina called off the next day, Marcel knew that something had to be done, said, to make things right between them. He was embarrassed, but had long since pushed past his pride. It was his fault and he had to fix it. Marcel tried to call her again, but it was becoming clear that he wasn’t going to get ahold of her in that way. The only saving grace there was, was no call from Elna, yet.
He knew where she lived from before and Marcel took the rest of the day off and canceled all of his meetings. Going down there with flowers seemed clichéd and he paused behind the driver seat, trying to figure out what he could do to make it known that he was sorry. Davina didn’t take him for someone that would be happy with gifts. The best thing he could do was just be honest with her and hope that he hadn’t messed it up with her permanently. They were meant to be together, he was sure of it, so it would all have to work out.
Marcel pulled up in front of her apartment and shook inside slightly. Everything that he had done could be erased with a say so from her, but he wondered if she would give him reprieve or be mad. He was leaning towards anger and almost didn’t get out of the car. He had to though. Sitting there was not okay, so he got out.
Pushing the buzzer, he was not expected and he heard her asking who it was. Marcel melted inside from the sound of her voice. “This is Marcel, we need to talk.”
Another stretch of silence that was seconds, but felt like an eternity. “I will come down there.”
“Do you really want to do this on your front porch?” He was afraid that he wouldn’t get the time to plead his case on the sidewalk, though he would if he had to.
“I don’t know if you are going to lose it again. You are kind of scary when you get mad.”
“Is he there?” He hadn’t thought that he would be there and if he was, maybe it was best that he didn’t go up. Marcel shouldn’t have asked though, not wanting to hear that he was. If that man was in her apartment, he would know that he had no chance.
“No, but what if he was?”
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall and the silver speaker. “Look, I am sorry. I just want to talk to you. We can do it wherever you want.” Marcel was giving up, already feeling defeated and unlike before when he would break up with someone, it seemed worse with her. They weren’t even dating, but the hole missing was already too vast to ever fill back up.
When he heard the buzzer, he gave himself a moment to feel hope run through him. Opening the door, he went up the stairs and found the door partially open like before. When he called her name, she was already in the adjoining room in the kitchen.
“Come in Marcel. From all your calls, it doesn’t look like you are going to take my avoidance any longer, so here I am.”
“You didn’t come into work today.”
“I figured I wouldn’t have a job and I wasn’t sure if I want one with you as my boss.”
He closed his eyes. This was not going to be easy. “I am sorry I lost it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“We aren’t even together and you followed me and then attacked my ex-boyfriend. We were having lunch, that’s all.”
Marcel liked the sound of it being her ex, but she was still angry. “I just saw him kiss you and I just got jealous. I assure you that it has never happened before. I have never cared so much before and the idea of losing you was too much.”
“Lose me? Marcel, you never had me. All weekend I waited for some kind of sign, but nothing. Always the gentleman. It could have been you kissing me, but you never did. Then you go crazy and start punching Donnie? You make no sense.”
She was working herself up, breathing hard and he moved towards her. Davina looked up at him as he grabbed her arms. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since I first met you.”
His lips came crashing down on hers after his words and it took her body only a moment to catch up with him. It was madness, he was madness, but it was contagious and catching. Her lips moved with his, opening up for his tongue, moaning softly against him as he touched her. Breaking free from his grip, her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down to her.
Marcel groaned and pressed her against him with hands on her hips. It was what they both wanted and the way she whimpered below him almost made him go crazy. He pulled away, needing to say more before he lost control, wanting nothing more than to take her as he wanted to. He opened his eyes, catching her blue depths looking back up at him. “Was that all you wanted to do?”
She was challenging him and her eyes were devious. “No, but if I start, I am not going to be able to stop.” He pushed her back another couple of feet while he undid her arms from his neck.
Davina was pouting and fixing her shirt that had pulled back from his frenzied hands. “You seem to lose control a lot Marcel. That can’t be good.”
“Depends on in what way. You are the one that makes me feel so unhinged.”
She looked down, not able to keep the intense gaze. Davina had wanted his desires and for Marcel to tell her what he wanted from her, but the reality was harder to swallow. When he looked at her in such a way, it wasn’t hard to see the hunger. “Well, sorry about that.”
“Are you?”
Davina shook her head that she wasn’t. How could she be? When it was all she wanted since their weekend together. She took the few steps between them and looked up at him, linking her arms around his neck. “You shouldn’t be either. Now kiss me again.”
He gave in to her demands, pulling her towards him and against his hard chest. It was just as well, words not being adequate to express himself fully anyways. When he finally pulled away again, Davina’s eyes stayed closed and her grip stayed tight. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
He was already moving in that direction, dying to have her. There was so much to be said, but he couldn’t think, let along speak and he followed her back to her bedroom. Pushing her down on the bed almost as soon as he moved into the room, her body yielded underneath him, her thighs opening to let him settle in against her.
Chapter 9
Davina’s eyes were closed, her mouth moaning, as Marcel rubbed and suckled her as he revealed her nakedness. With every piece of clothing pulled off with his hands, he traced and nipped with his lips and teeth. Davina’s body shook as he toyed with her, moving down her stomach slowly and then bypassing her greatest need and last piece of clothing to move down the inside of her thigh. Her hands pushed into his dark hair, tugging him back up, but he just chuckled and continued his slow descent away from her scalding hot center.
“Marcel.”
He stopped by her knee, looking up at the sound of his name on her lips. Her blue eyes begged him for more and he almost lost his nerve to wait, to savor. Davina wanted him to lose control and she was determined not to help him at all. She was only making it worse and when he started to move back to her legs, her hand move to her core, her fingers disappearing under her pink laced panties.
Marcel stopped dead, his eyes darkening as she rubbed herself slowly in front of him. Her body twitch and she mewled softly at her own touch. He bit the inside of her knee, making her jerk before moving his hands up to hers. Marcel pressed her hand hard on her, making her gasp. “Why are you so impatient?”
> “You’ve made me wait too long. I would forgive you faster, if you would give me what I wanted.” Her hips drove upwards from the mattress, pressing him against her harder as she closed her eyes to the pleasure. His hand slipped inside of her panties and touched her wetness, before burying his finger deep into her quim. She gasped and clenched the intrusion, her own hand moving away to brace herself against his shoulder. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her body start to tighten up.
He wanted to hear her scream out his name, but more importantly, he wanted to taste her. Moving his hand away, she whimpered with the loss, her hips searching for him while her eyes were still closed tight, not wanting to lose the edge she was on. “Please don’t stop Marcel. Please!”
Marcel loved to hear his name on her lips and the desperation that he caused. It was how he felt. Never close enough, never having enough of her, always wanting more. When he brought his mouth down to taste her, Davina finally exploded, calling out his name louder as she shook underneath him. Marcel moved quickly to push her passed her pleasure point, until she had to push back against him, unable to take him any longer.
Her pleas were for something else entirely, a moment’s reprieve. He used the time to watch her tremble and jerk with aftershocks while he pulled his own clothes off slowly. Davina’s thighs were quivering and closed. Yanking them open, her eyes opened as well, taking in his dark need. Opening herself to him, her arms pulling him down for a kiss, Marcel slipped in slowly, devastating both of their senses. The gasp was his undoing, the sound so light and pleasure-filled.
Surging forward, her blue eyes closed as her body tried to take him. He was too big, too deep, too much for her, and Davina found herself exploding again, clinging to him. Marcel could not last with the sights and sounds, quickly losing himself to his own needs. Their lips met once more as he filled her. As if pulled from the trance finally, he realized what they were doing, what they had done. It had been better than he had imagined and there seemed to be nothing else to say. At least she had seemed to forgiven him his transgressions.
Pulling her to him, he laid on his side with her body molded against him. They were both slightly sweaty and hot, panting. Davina stared up at the ceiling, while he watched the side of her face. “That was not what I expected to happen. I should not show up to work more often.”
He chuckled and turned her so that they were facing each other. “You don’t have to go to work ever again if you don’t want to.”
“I love my job though.”
“I know, but I will be moving back to the ranch and I want you to come with me.”
She sat up slightly. “I can’t just give up everything I have built here Marcel. What if…”
“What if what?”
“What if it doesn’t work out between us? I need this job Marcel.”
“You already plan our end?”
“I am just being practical.”
Marcel sat up with her, not liking the way the conversation was going. Maybe he would just have to kiss her every time she started to get practical. When he moved to do just that she stopped him. “You know I can’t think when you are touching me.”
“Then I will have to keep it up so that you will stop all this nonsense. I know that you feel it too Davina. I love you and this, what just happened, tells me that you feel it too. How could you not?”
It was a challenge, for her to deny what was happening between them. She couldn’t, even as her lower half backed against him and where she needed him most. “We hardly know each other Marcel. Let us just be lovers and cross the other bridge when we get there.”
No man could refuse her offer or the hand reaching out to take him into her palm. He was ready for her again, so soon after with only the thought of having her again. They both stayed out of the office all of that day, but both were raring to go when the next day rolled around. No one seemed to notice that Marcel was wearing the same suit he had left earlier the day before in. No one would have said anything if they had.
***
The rest of the week they both went to work as they were supposed to, but Davina hadn’t spent a night home at her house since. She was not ready to move in with him at the ranch, but she was over the part of her pride that kept her away. She wanted to spend every moment that she could with him, his looming departure only making the feeling stronger. He would be gone back to Conroe and though she didn’t know if it was her place to be with him, Davina knew that she wanted to spend every moment until then with him, although they left all of the talking for when they were at work.
Marcel couldn’t keep his hands off of her and he had convinced himself that he would make her want to stay in other ways besides his good looks and charms. He was not above using every depraved move he could think of to keep her.
When the weekend came, he wanted to take her home again. This time not to stay in his room again, but to show her the other project he had been working on for the last couple of years. He knew that he wouldn’t want to always stay at the ranch. Marcel had his own wants of a family long before Elna put it in his head. He wanted to show Davina what he had waiting for her, if only she would say yes.
He went to her on Friday evening, moments before they would travel home together. He always stopped at her house first, waiting for her while she got clothes for the next day. It was no different that day, Marcel sitting there as she packed an overnight bag.
“This seems tedious, don’t you think?”
“What? I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to.”
He shook his head. “I never want to wake up without you again Davina, this is my point. We come here and get your things, we should be together.”
“We are together.”
“Will you come away home with me for the weekend, instead of staying around here?”
“Yes, I figured that you would want to go home.”
“Soon I will have to go back to my duties at the ranch.”
She looked down and sighed. “I know. But I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore?”
“We aren’t, I’m just not ready.” He didn’t go on with his thought, getting up and grabbing a drink. It was not going as he had planned. Why couldn’t it ever?
Chapter 10
Like the time before, Davina was true to form and didn’t make it a half an hour into the trip before she was asleep against him. It was worse that time, Marcel knowing full well what she felt like against him. They were no longer just friends, but lovers and he wanted more. The trip home only gave him time to think and plot how he would convince her to stay there with him. Davina was a city girl, but he desperately wanted her there. If he had to go and live there with her, he would, but their true happiness was on the ranch.
When they pulled up, there were still lights on in almost every window and he took a deep breath before he woke her up with a kiss. It was going to be an eventful visit, he could just feel it. When she pulled him down for more, Marcel questioned if he shouldn’t show her the surprise right then, just to give them some alone time.
She made up his mind though when she pulled away and got out of the car. “Come on Marcel. I thought we were going to go say hi to Elna before it got too late?”
He was still reeling from the kiss and she seemed unfazed. Her emotions were either not as strong or highly guarded. Marcel was still not sure which one. He hoped that she was just trying to keep her head, because he had already lost his own.
They were just in time for a late dinner and everyone seemed to know that the two of them were a couple. Marcel caught Elna’s gaze a couple of times, but he wasn’t sure what she was trying to convey. Elna was looking better and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would be ready to take the helm again. Time was running out.
***
“I will be coming back on Monday Marcel.”
He looked down. “Oh.”
“I thought you would be happier. You can be back here with your horses and the sun. We both know that is what
you really want.” Elna smiled to herself, though her face showed a concern. It had been her intentions all along to get her assistance and son together. The heart attack had just given her a reason, but after seeing the two of them together, she was convinced that what they had was not going anywhere. He loved her and Elna was sure that Davina felt the same way.
“I am. Of course I am happy that you are ready, but don’t you think it is too soon? I worry that you are pushing yourself too much.”
“Are you worried about me or worried that you won’t get to see Davina anymore?”
He paused and looked back at her from where he had started to pace again. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I am talking about, but you don’t need to worry Marcel. She already loves you. How could she not? Ask her what it is you want to ask her and she will say yes.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because a woman knows these things Marcel and I know you. I haven’t seen you like this since that sweet little girl you fell in love with when you were in high school.”
“That sweet girl broke my heart if you remember.”
“How could I not? It’s different this time. You two are perfect for each other.”
“Why do I feel like it was your plan all along?”
She shrugged, “It may be, but it doesn’t make me any less right. Go to her and ask what it is in your heart.”
Marcel went to find Davina with her words in his mind. It was all he could think of and he hoped that she was right. He still wasn’t sure, but the hard lump in his pocket had been there for days while he tried to get up courage. It was too soon, but he didn’t care. He had been told years ago when he had asked his father about love in his youth that he would just know and Marcel just knew that she was the one for him.