“Tell me about it,” he agreed as he grabbed the shot glass in front of him and downed it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he winced from the bitterness of the shot.
“Nothing,” he said in a clipped tone and slammed the glass down. “Done hashing shit out with Rebecca?”
That’s when it dawned on me what his problem was. God damn it. Fucking Rebecca and her shittastic timing. “Come on.”
“Where? I’m not done drinking,” he argued and held up his finger to the bartended to order another shot.
“Oh yes, you are,” I told him and grabbed his hand to pull him off the bar stool. “We’re going back to your house and discussing this now.”
“There is nothing to discuss,” he argued and tried to walk back to the bar. Damn he was stubborn, and so damn cute when he was jealous.
“Yes there is. We have a lot to discuss and then when we’re done talking,” I leaned over so my lips could graze his ear, “your ass is going to be mine.”
“You sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure I’d have to be willing,” Anthony said me as he pursed his lips. I half expected him to stomp his foot on the ground like a five year old.
“I’m positive. In fact I’m positive about a lot of things.”
“Like what?” Anthony challenged.
“Like my feelings for you.” I said and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “And how much I need you.”
Anthony’s eyes flamed at my statement. “Let’s go.”
Finally. Rebecca might have ruined my evening with my coworkers, but she wasn’t going to fuck up my night to finally have Anthony.
Chapter 26
Anthony
You know what feeling I hated more than jealousy? Uncertainty. I was fine as I watched Marcus interact with Rebecca. Hell, I was even ready to walk away to give them some privacy together. Did I like it? Nope, and maybe I was a tad bit jealous when she had the nerve to touch his arm. But when she talked about how she made a mistake and Marcus asked exactly what mistake she was referring to, well I needed to get out of there. I felt as if I was eavesdropping on a lovers quarrel, and I felt very uncomfortable. So I did the only thing I could do, and that was leave.
Did I want to leave them alone? Hell no, I didn’t. But it wouldn’t have been right for me to stay. And even though I heard Marcus’s raised voice as I walked away, for some reason my mind kept telling me that they were trying to work things out. That they’d be a happy family and Jackson would have his mom back. And that… hurt. It hurt a lot.
So I did what I promised and poked my head into the banquet room. I let Sheila know that Marcus got held up, and when she looked at my face, she could tell something was amiss. She instantly shooed me off toward the bar and told me she’d take care of everything. And that’s where Marcus found me a few minutes later. Drowning my sorrows in shots of cheap tequila, as I had images of Jackson and Marcus frolicking with Rebecca in fields of wild flowers. Yup, it was very cheap tequila.
I had just downed my third shot and ordered a fourth when Marcus finally emerged from the room with her and found me. And somehow, after some persuasion and a promise to have my ass, I found myself stuffed in his car. I guess we’d go back and get mine the next day after I’d sobered up. I honestly didn’t even care at the moment. I was too upset about Rebecca to give a fuck about my car.
“Why are we at my house?” I asked when Marcus pulled into my driveway.
“We always go to mine. Thought we’d switch it up a little bit,” he answered and put the car in park.
“Whatever, dude,” I mumbled, as I pushed open the car door and practically fell out. I dug my keys out of my pocket, stumbled up the walkway, and tried my hardest to unlock the front door. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last shot of tequila after all.
I heard a chuckle behind me before Marcus grabbed the keys from my grasp and unlocked the door with ease. Fucker. I didn’t say a word as I stepped into my darkened living room and kicked my shoes off at the door. They banged into the wall with a solid thud, and then I walked over to the couch to sit.
“What’s the matter with you?” Marcus asked as he toed off his own shoes and put them nicely against the wall. Of course he did.
I laid my head against the couch and closed my eyes. I really didn’t want to get into what my issues were. I had too much cheap liquor in my system to formulate a coherent thought at the moment.
“I drank too much,” I said lamely.
I heard a shuffling sound and didn’t even bother to open my eyes to take a peek. And then a few seconds later I felt Marcus’s mouth pressed on mine. I had just responded to his kiss when he pulled back. I fucking whimpered in disappointment.
“Good night, babe,” Marcus said softly, and my eyes popped open at that comment.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I jumped to my feet. Whoa bad idea. The ground was getting way too close to my face at that moment.
“Well, you clearly don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you, and I’m not going to sit here while you pass out. So, I guess we can just talk tomorrow.” He shrugged and shuffled over to his shoes.
Damn it. Tonight was not going as planned at all. I had plans to peal Marcus out of his boner inducing suit. Not watch him put on his shoes while I was drunk, and fucking leave me. I couldn’t let him leave.
“She touched you!” I finally blurted out.
Marcus stopped in his tracks and turned back around to face me. “She did.” A knowing smile played on his lips, and I wanted to smack the shit out of him for it. Or kiss him. Either one worked for me.
His calm voice irritated the shit out of me. “I didn’t like it,” I ground out. Admitting jealousy tasted like pure vinegar coming out of my mouth.
Marcus walked leisurely toward me. “Why didn’t you like it?” he asked me.
“Because you’re mine to touch. Not hers,” I said, not giving a shit how possessive it sounded.
“Is that so?” he asked as he stopped in front of me.
“Yes it is,” I growled and stared him down, daring him to challenge me.
He didn’t. “I’m yours.” He moved until his lips hovered over mine. “And you,” he said against my lips. “You are mine.”
“That I am,” I said before he crushed his mouth against mine.
There was no keeping it soft and sweet this time. My mouth instantly opened against his, and he licked inside to rub his tongue against mine. He didn’t hold back as he took control and deepened the kiss. I needed it. I needed him to take control and show me how much he wanted me. Yes, he said I was his, but I wanted him to show me. I felt so vulnerable after seeing Marcus with Rebecca, and I hated the insecurity I felt.
Marcus obviously knew what I wanted. He had no problem taking the reins and showing me exactly how much he wanted me. The hard bulge in his pants was one indication, but the bruising kiss he planted on me as he sucked my tongue into his mouth was another. His hands were everywhere as he popped buttons, unzipped my zipper, and shoved my suit jacket and shirt off my shoulders.
He wasted no time as he pushed my pants and underwear down my thighs, and when he knelt at my feet to take my socks off, the heated look in his eyes almost made me explode on the spot. Add to the fact that he was still completely dressed while I was almost naked, right there in my living room, was hot as fuck.
Marcus pulled my pants off the rest of the way and reached out to grab ahold of my hard cock. He gave it a squeeze before he moved his hand up and down slowly.
“So I’ve been doing some research,” he said conversationally, as he continued to stroke my cock.
“Oh yeah?” I asked breathlessly and groaned when he twisted his wrist.
“Yup,” was all he said before he leaned down farther and sucked one of my balls into his mouth. My knees buckled and I almost fell on the floor. He pulled off my sack and looked up at me. “Stay still or I’ll stop.”
Easier fucking said than done. I reached out and gripped his hair in my ha
nd as he rolled the ball with his tongue as he continued to stroke my, now leaking, shaft. If he kept up what he was doing I was going to make a mess on both of us.
“You definitely have been doing some research,” I moaned as he switched sides and gave the other ball equal attention.
Marcus popped off me and reached into his pants pocket and produced a packet of lube. He ripped it open with his teeth before he reached out and grabbed my fingers. I watched as he squeezed the lube on my fingers and then looked at me, his dark eyes blazing with heat.
“Stretch yourself,” he demanded. “I want to watch you do it.”
Well okay then. I kept my eyes locked on his as I reached behind myself and started to finger my hole. It quivered in anticipation as I opened myself up, readying myself for when Marcus took me. He slowly stood up and shrugged out of his suit jacket and when I moaned as I put another finger inside myself, he pulled the shirt over his head—not bothering to unbutton it—and discarded it on the floor. When my third finger filled my channel, his pants were pushed down. And by the time he was naked in front of me? Well that’s when Marcus took action.
I didn’t see it coming. I had my eyes closed when my third finger entered my ass as I could stretch myself, and Marcus moved quickly. But the minute a moan escaped my mouth, he pulled my fingers from my ass, and spun me around to shove me into the wall. And if possible, I was even harder than before.
“Don’t move,” he rasped in my ear.
I turned so my cheek was pressed against the wall and watched as he reached into his pants pocket for a condom and another packet of lube. My man came prepared. I was fascinated when he tore open the condom and covered his hard dick with it. My shaft twitched and my hole pulsated in anticipation of being filled by him. And I couldn’t turn away as he ripped open the other lube packet to thoroughly coat his cock.
“Hands on the wall,” he ordered and walked closer to me. “Legs apart.”
I did as he demanded and pressed my palms against the wall and spread my legs to brace myself. I felt him press his chest against my back and then he grabbed a handful of my hair. I felt my cock leak all over my walls as he yanked my head back. He used his other hand to grasp my jaw and he leaned his head down to place a bruising kiss on my mouth.
His knees dipped, and I felt his cock slide through the crack of my ass and my body shivered at the contact. I groaned into his mouth and he ended the kiss.
“Hold on,” he growled as he let go on my hair to hold on to my hip. His other hand moved back to his cock as he lined it up to my hole.
I gave my ass a little wiggle, and he let go of my hip long enough to smack it hard. I turned my head to press my forehead against the wall and bit inside my cheek to hold back the yelp. Then, fucking finally, I felt the head of his cock press inside me.
“Keep going,” I rasped out. “All the way in. I can take it,” I begged him.
Marcus knew what I needed. He knew I needed to be taken and with a snap of his hips, he thrust inside me until he was fully seated. A growl tore from my chest and my ass burned from being so stretched. But, fuck, the fullness was what I had been craving. And it still wasn’t enough.
Marcus reached up and put his hands over mine to hold me against the wall. And with quick moves of his hips, he pounded in and out of me. My ass was taking a beating and it was a beautiful fucking thing. He took me harder with each stroke of his cock so that each time he entered me, I was pushed up on my tiptoes.
My cock ached, and I needed to reach down to stroke it, but I couldn’t. Not when Marcus had my hands held down as he pegged my prostate over and over again. The only sounds in the room were our moans and heavy breathing, as our sweat slicked bodies rubbed against each other.
“Fuck!” I screamed out as he twisted his hips and rubbed that spot just the right way.
“Not yet,” Marcus growled out before he sucked down on my earlobe.
Not yet? How could I not come yet? It was too much. His fingers clenched around mine. His hard dick in my ass. His mouth on my ear. How could he make me wait? But then he slowed down his thrust until the tingle in my spine went away.
Over and over again he did that. Prolonging the orgasm until he said it was time. He’d bring me to the brink until he pulled me back. It was almost too much, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. He was doing what I needed. He was showing me just how much he wanted me. How much he needed me. As much as I needed him. And then, finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed me over the edge.
Marcus did to me exactly what he knew I liked. He bit into my shoulder and that was all I needed. My body exploded and I clenched my channel down around his shaft. My achingly hard cock blew cum all over my wall and coated my cock. My nails dug into the wall as his fingers squeezed around mine, and I swore—as clichéd as it sounded—I saw stars as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. And then he pressed as far and as deep into me as he could, as he emptied his own load into the condom.
“Now you know,” he rasped once he was finished.
“Know what?” I asked hoarsely as he kissed my shoulder.
“Just how much I want you,” he said as he ran his tongue over the teeth marks on my shoulder. “I’m yours and you’re mine. Never doubt that again.”
And before I could respond, he pulled out of me and walked out of the room and toward the bathroom. My body still hummed, and I knew I’d be extremely sore tomorrow. But he was right, I knew. He was mine, and I was his. And I wouldn’t doubt it again.
Chapter 27
Marcus
I couldn’t put it off any longer. I dreaded the conversation that was coming, but it needed to happen. I put it off the entire weekend so I was able to enjoy that time with my son and boyfriend, but Rebecca had become fucking persistent. She miraculously remembered my work email and decided to put it into use. So all day on Monday, I received email after email from her asking when she’d get the chance to see Jackson. That’s when I knew it was time to sit down and have a talk with him.
I decided I would have the talk with Jackson right after I picked him up from school. While Jackson was gathering his belongings, I pulled Anthony to the side and informed him what I was going to do. We decided that Anthony wouldn’t come over that night, like he typically did to eat dinner with us, and instead he’d catch up on some errands he’d neglected.
“Jackson,” I finally said once we’d eaten dinner and I’d finished cleaning up the kitchen. “We need to talk.”
“Am I in trouble?” he instantly asked. He was seated at the desk in his bedroom, drawing on a loose piece of paper.
“No, no of course not,” I said gently. “Why would you assume that?”
“Because your voice got really deep and serious. It’s usually only that way when I’m in trouble.”
I laughed at his comment. “No. It’s nothing you did wrong. In fact, Anthony said your grades are improving and you’re making exceptional progress.”
“Cool,” he said and scratched his head. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Let’s go sit down in the living room,” I suggested and led him out of his bedroom. Once we were settled down on the couch, I took a couple deep breaths to try and figure out just what I was going to say to him.
“Dad, just spit it out. I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” Jackson said, sounding annoyed. “Are you and Anthony breaking up or something?”
“What? No, of course we aren’t. Why would you ask that?” I asked.
“Because he’s not here. He always comes to have dinner with us on tutor nights,” Jackson explained, and I swear I heard the word “duh” in the tone of his voice.
“That’s because I asked him not to come tonight so we could talk,” I hastened to explain. “He and I are fine though, and we didn’t break up.”
“Oh okay. What did you want to talk to me about?” he asked and tucked his foot under a thigh.
“It’s about,” I cleared my throat and exhaled slowly. Damn Rebecca! This
was so fucking hard. “It’s about your mom.”
Jackson flinched and stared at me with narrowed eyes. “My mom? What about her?”
I ran my hand down my face and covered my mouth in frustration. I hated having this fucking talk with Jackson. Just mentioning the word “mom” was already causing him discomfort and we had just gotten started.
“She’s back in town, buddy. And she wants to see you.”
I said the words to him as gently as I possibly could to help soften the blow, but it was pointless. A thousand different emotions swam across his face, but they stopped on the one I feared they would. Pain. I hated that fucking bitch for causing my baby so much pain. I didn’t even want to tell him she was in town, but I didn’t want him to grow up resenting me for keeping him from her. Whether he saw her or not was his choice to make.
“When did you see her?” he asked and wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“The other night at my work party. She was there eating with your Uncle Lionel and Aunt Sabrina,” I explained.
“Who?”
My heart hurt at such a simple question. Of course, he didn’t know who those people were. They were never around when he was a child, except for the occasional birthday party or holiday. And when they did show up for the festivities, they didn’t pay him one bit of attention. So Sabrina and Lionel were complete strangers to him, as well as her two other brothers.
“Lionel is your mom’s brother and Sabrina is his wife.”
Jackson shrugged. “Okay. So did my mom ask about me?” he asked softly.
I saw the myriad of emotions war on his face. He was curious to know what she said about him, but I knew he was worried about upsetting me. I ached for him. He was so young and innocent, and I hated that my news was causing him more distress. I scooted closer to him on the couch and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Buddy, it’s okay for you to want to ask about her,” I assured him. “She’s your mom, and I know you’re curious about her. I’m not upset about it at all. I’m upset about how the decisions she made affected you.”
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