With a slight push, he bends over and I lick my hand and quickly slide it between his ass cheeks.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I rasp.
“Fucking do it already,” he bellows.
I spit into my hand and rub it over my cock and then position myself behind him. Before I thrust in, I see him down his scotch and then slam the glass back onto the desk.
With one hard push, I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he roars.
I throw my head back and revel in the feeling. Not having a condom between us is fan-fucking-tastic. I pull away and then slam back in again.
My fingers dig into the skin around his waist as I give him everything I have. He grips the desk until his knuckles turn white, but his grunts and groans let me know he’s enjoying it.
I stop and lean over his back until my mouth is by his ear. “I’ve missed this so fucking much.”
“God, Marc,” he growls. “Me too. Fuck. You feel so good.”
“You like that?” I ask, thrusting in further and then biting down on his shoulder.
He hisses and reaches around and pulls my hair. “I fucking love it.”
I plant my mouth on his and give him a hard kiss before I move back, grip his hips and fuck him as hard as I can. His hand moves in front of him and I can tell he’s jerking himself off.
“Yes, fuck,” he says, his voice rough.
I feel my orgasm building, and I fuck him with such force that the desk moves several inches across the floor. I notice my drink sloshing around in the glass and then I’m coming.
“Fuck, Linc!” My voice thunders through the room.
“Ah, yes!” he hisses, his arm moving vigorously.
I empty my load inside him and then he announces his own orgasm.
I’m still moving slowly inside him when jets of his come shoot out onto the front of his desk.
“Goddammit!” he grits. “Fuck.”
After I slide out of him, I quickly pull my pants up, and he turns around and does the same.
“The bathrooms are just outside the office,” he states.
After we return from the bathroom, the awkward silence is back and I fucking hate it. I know it’s because neither of us know what the hell is going to happen now.
“Your phone rang several times. I’m sure your friends are looking for you,” he says, breaking the silence.
“Yeah. They’ll be okay without me for a minute.”
He gives me a small smile and nods. “I’m glad I ran into you today.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I give him a crooked grin. “Me too.”
“Might have been the best Christmas present I’ve gotten.”
“And you can’t take it back,” I joke.
“I wouldn’t want to.”
I’m about to open my mouth to reply when my phone rings.
He looks down at the floor before grabbing his glass and walking back to the decanter of liquor. I ignore the call, and stride over to him. Grabbing his face, I kiss him passionately and try to show him that I’m still in this. I still want him and Nathalia, and I need him to not give up on me yet.
“Just a little more time,” I say quietly against his mouth once I break our kiss. “Please, just wait for me.”
Before he can reply, I walk out and head to Jace’s house. I’m late, but not too late. I show up just in time for dinner. The entire night, I think about Lincoln and Nathalia, and it sucks that I can’t talk to anybody about it.
I tell myself that I’ll tell everybody by the New Year.
January
My plan goes out the window when Emilie is attacked and put into the hospital at the end of December. She doesn’t go back home to Troy until the first week of January, and everybody suspects it’s Troy’s ex-fiancée who did it, but with nobody in custody, everybody is feeling kind of tense.
I don’t hear from Lincoln, but I guess I didn’t really expect to. I almost expected to hear from Nathalia, because I figured Lincoln would tell her what happened, and that she’d call trying to find out what was going on, but she doesn’t call.
In the middle of January, Jace, Troy, and I are discussing properties to look at for our next club. I remember what Lincoln said about his sex club, and figure it wouldn’t hurt to call him and ask him about it, but at the same time, how fucking awkward is that?
We plan to meet at Club Trinity, and when I arrive nobody else is on the main floor, so I decide to give Lincoln a call and hope for the best.
He doesn’t answer, though. I’m sure he’s pissed that I’ve taken so long to even contact him. I slip the phone in my pocket right as Jace walks in.
“Hey, man.”
Turning to face him, I put a smile on my face. “Hey.”
“Is Troy here?”
“I’m not sure. If he is, he may be up in his office.”
“Alright, you ready to head up?”
“Yeah.”
As soon as I take a step, my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see that it’s Lincoln.
“Hello?”
“I just saw that you called.”
“Yeah.” I take a glance at Jace and notice he’s waiting for me.
He sighs heavily, obviously frustrated. “Look, I’m with Thalia right now. Did you call for a reason regarding us?”
Great. Now I’m really going to feel like an asshole.
I drop my head and rub my forehead. “No. I need to talk to you about something else.”
I notice Jace walking away and feel a little relieved I don’t have to have this whole conversation in front of him.
“What else?” he asks, and I can tell his jaw is clenched.
“Are you still selling your club?”
He barks out a laugh that holds no humor. “That’s why you called?”
“Look, you’re the one who fucking offered,” I say a little too loudly, because Jace is just exiting the room.
“I’ve offered a lot more than that, but I get why that’s most important now. Whatever. Yes, I’m still selling it.”
“I might be interested. I need to talk to the guys first.”
“Great. Let me know,” he says blandly.
Then he hangs up.
I go up and find Troy and Jace in Troy’s office. After they once again ask what’s up with me, and once again I lie, I let them know I have a place that might be available. When they agree to check it out, I leave the room to call Lincoln again. He’s obviously pissed, and I don’t need to argue with him on the phone in front of the guys.
“Yeah?” Lincoln says gruffly into the phone when he picks up.
Even though I know he has a right to be pissed, I get annoyed by his attitude. “When can we look at the club?”
“Hold on.”
I hear him speaking, but it’s muffled. I assume he’s talking to Nathalia.
“We’re just finishing lunch. I can meet you there in an hour.”
“Okay, just a sec.”
I rush back to Troy’s office and ask if they can go now. When they say yes, I leave again and go back to the main floor.
“Okay. See you then.”
He hangs up the phone without saying anything. Yep. I’ve fucked that up. I wonder how Nathalia feels about this whole thing.
We take my car and it takes about forty-five minutes to get the club. While we’re waiting for Lincoln to show up, my phone buzzes alerting me of a text message.
Nathalia: I’m coming with Lincoln to the club. I want to see you.
I’m surprised the text is from her. She hasn’t sent me a message since Thanksgiving. I respond quickly.
Me: Okay. What about Lincoln? I know he’s pissed.
Nathalia: When he goes into the club, come in the car with me. I just want to see you, even for a few minutes.
Me: Okay.
Nathalia: We’re pulling up now.
I watch as a black Mercedes pulls up and Lincoln steps out from the backseat. Guess he’s having his driver around today.
He slides a hand over his hair, and adjusts his suit. “I hope I haven’t kept you long. I was a little preoccupied.”
After flashing a look at all of us, he pins me with his blue eyes, and I know he’s trying to piss me off by referring to being with Thalia.
“Not a problem,” Troy responds. “I’m Troy Thompson, this here is my business associate, Jace Jamison, and I’m sure you know our other business partner,” he says, gesturing my way.
“Yes, I know Marc, and he’s mentioned you two before. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Lincoln Cash.”
I’m sure nobody but me notices the emphasis he put on the word know. After they shake hands, they make their way to the door, but I stay where I am, and look at the incoming text I just got from Nathalia.
Nathalia: God, you look so good.
“You comin’, man?” Troy asks.
I walk to the door and poke my head in. “Hey, Lincoln, just start giving them a tour real quick. I gotta handle something, and then I’ll be right in.”
“Not a problem,” he responds without looking my way.
No doubt he knows I’m going to see Nathalia.
When the doors close behind them, I quickly make my way to the back of the car and climb in. Nathalia throws her arms around my neck and starts kissing me. I pull her onto my lap and force my tongue into her mouth. Grabbing the base of her neck, I grip her hair in my hand and pull. With her neck exposed, I lick a path from her throat to her ear. She moans loudly, and then I bite down on the flesh right above her shoulder. She hisses and pulls my hair simultaneously.
“God, I’ve missed you,” she breathes, and then goes to my neck and sucks the skin into her mouth.
My hands roam over her body until they fall on her ass. My cock hardens, and she grinds herself on me when she feels it.
“Fuck, Marc,” she growls.
She sits up, still straddling my lap and her sparkling green eyes look into mine. She’s fucking stunning. Her lips are a little swollen from our kiss, and her lipstick slightly smudged, but she still looks amazing.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I say finally.
She gives me a small smile and runs her finger across my jaw. “Still handsome.”
I smirk at her. “That’s good.”
“What’s going on with you and Lincoln?” she asks with a worried look on her face.
With a sigh, I say, “I don’t know. Same ol' shit, I guess. You know how we get.”
She shakes her head. “He’s been pissed since he talked to you.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
“I think he was hoping I was calling for another reason than I was.”
She nods like she knows. She’s probably hoping for the same thing.
“Is he going to get that call? The call he wants?”
“Is he the only one who wants it?” I ask, running my hands up her back.
“You should know the answer to that,” she replies before grinding down on me once more.
“My friends don’t know yet, and I’m working something out. I told him I needed some time.”
“Marc, it’s been months,” she says morosely.
“I know. I can’t say anything that will make you feel any better about this, but I’m working on a few things. Everything will be okay. I hope everything will be okay,” I say as I brush my knuckles gently over her cheek.
She leans forward and buries her face in my neck. I sit there and hold her for a little while before I have to leave. Whoever Lincoln’s driver is, he’s pretty professional. He didn’t make a sound or move since I got in. I’m sure it was a bit stunning to have one man leave, and another enter.
“I have to go,” I say softly.
“I know.”
She crawls out of my lap and I give her hand a small squeeze before exiting.
When I find the guys inside the club, I ask if they like it, and I’m happy to hear that they do. I know some changes will need to be made, but it won’t be as big of a project as Club Trinity was.
“Okay, Linc, just send me an email when you’re ready to start the paperwork. We’ll make sure we have everybody we need present to go over everything and finalize the sale.”
He nods in response and says bye to the guys. Before he leaves, he hands over the key to the building so we can lock up when we leave. Right before he leaves the room, he turns and looks at me.
“You’ll hear from me shortly.”
To Jace and Troy, I’m sure it sounds like he’s talking about business, but I know otherwise. I only nod in response and watch him walk out. The guys slap me on the back and thank me for being able to find a place so quickly.
When we’re in the car driving away, Troy speaks up.
“Marc?”
“Yeah?”
“You seem to have some lipstick on your neck.”
My eyes widen slightly. Fuck. I didn’t even think she might have left lipstick on me. Unsure of what to say, I say the only thing that comes to mind.
“Oops.”
Troy turns in his seat and looks at Jace in the backseat. Through the rearview I can see that they exchange a look and then just laugh and shake their heads. They don’t question it, and that surprises me, but I’m grateful.
Towards the end of the month, Jace invites us all over to his house at the last minute. Because I had just come back from working on my project in Summerlin South, I was able to be one of the first ones there. Nico made jokes about me actually not being out being a pimp or drug dealer, and we were all ushered into Jace’s theater room for an announcement.
In there we discovered that not only was he asking Adrienne to move in with him, but he also wanted her to marry him. We all stayed over late that night, celebrating their news, and while I had a good time, I couldn’t help but think about what Nathalia and Lincoln were doing.
I ended up taking a cab home, because I had too much to drink at their house. When I dropped to my bed, I pulled my phone from my pocket and did what you’re never supposed to do. Drunk text.
Me: I need to see you. Right now. I need you right now.
The response comes back a few minutes later. I’m out of town. I’ll see you when I get back.
As soon as I get back to my place, I quickly shower, and change into some leggings and a long, loose sweater dress. After I push my feet into some heels, I check my phone, grab my purse, and leave.
The drive takes a while. I didn’t realize how far Marc lived from The Strip. I consult my directions once more and try not to speed on the way there. Ever since I got his text while I was in California, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and couldn’t get here fast enough. He said he wanted me. He needed me. It was a great feeling.
When I pull up to his expansive and beautiful home, I take a couple deep breaths, and then step out. It feels like my stomach is tied up in a knot, and my heart hammers heavily in my chest. I knock on the door, and as I’m waiting, I feel like I’m on the verge of throwing up.
The door swings open and Marc stands before me, looking extraordinarily handsome in a plain white t-shirt. His body fills it out perfectly, allowing me to still see every muscle he has. He’s grown some more facial hair, giving him a perfect five o’clock shadow.
“Hey,” he greets, stepping out of the way and allowing me in.
“Hi.”
“You look beautiful,” he compliments, giving me a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
My eyes close as soon as his lips touch me and I wish the kiss lasted a little longer.
“Thank you.”
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“No, I grabbed something not too long ago.”
He leads me across the gorgeous marble floor, and into a living area that houses a fireplace, and a large cream-colored sectional. The lights are dim, and music is playing low in the background.
“Thanks for coming over,” he says with a smile as we sit.
“Of course. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here when you texted me.”
“That’s okay. You’re here now.”
Getting comfortable, I toe my heels off, and tuck my legs under myself, leaning into the cushion of the couch.
“So, talk to me, Marc. What’s been going on?”
He seems to think about what all he wants to tell me before he opens his mouth. Shifting his body, he angles himself towards me and lets his arm lay across the back of the couch.
With a sigh, he starts. “A lot. A lot has been going on. My friends have been asking about me a lot lately. Just curious about where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. I’ve been doing some...” he pauses, “traveling a lot lately, and if they invite me out, I’m usually late or unable to answer my phone right away. Anyway, they know something’s up, I’m sure, but as far as they know, it’s work-related.”
“Is it not work-related?” I ask, furrowing her brow.
“Well, kind of. But, even when I was hanging with you and Lincoln they were wondering where I was all the time, and obviously I wasn’t able to tell them.”
“Are you going to? I mean, it’s been months since we had this conversation.”
“I know this is going to sound like just an excuse, but really, so much has been going on. My friend Troy’s ex-fiancé came back in town and has stirred up a lot of drama. His current girlfriend has been hospitalized, and nobody’s been arrested for that. My other friend got engaged and had his fiancée move in with him, and it just never felt like a right time to bring up my secrets. I feel like they have a lot going on that’s more important. I don’t know. That may not be true, but that’s how it feels.”
“You’re right. It does sound like an excuse,” I say with a small smile.
He gives me a skewed grin and shrugs. “Well, I’m also doing something else, and it should be done soon, but that’s really what I’m waiting for before I start spilling my guts. I figure I might as well say everything at once.”
I raise my brows. “What else is there?”
He laughs. “Nothing crazy. Well, maybe,” he says with a wink.
“I’ll admit you have me intrigued. You’re quite the enigma, aren’t you?”
“That’s what I’m told,” he responds.
“Does anybody assume you’re in a relationship?”
He barks out a laugh. “Actually, when I met with you in the car, you left some lipstick on my neck. My friends spotted it when we were driving away. They didn’t really question it, though.”
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