by Bec Botefuhr
“Dance with me, baby?”
I smile, and stand. When he pulls me into his arms, my body comes to life. He presses against me, his lips are on my temple, his arms are around me and I feel completely at home. We sway softly to the music, just holding each other, just enjoying this moment.
“Sierra, I have to ask you something.”
My heart hammers. He’s not going to…is he going to…propose?
“Ok…”
He lets me go and looks down at me. “First, I bought a house.”
I gape. “What?”
“A house, right near your parents’…a big, beautiful house to raise our children.”
“But…your life is in D.C…”
“No, my life is with you. I don’t feel a need to be there any longer, out here, I feel at home. It’s closer to your family, to my family…our children need that.”
“So you bought a house?” I whisper.
“Yes, for us.”
“O-ok…”
God, I can’t wrap my head around that one. He bought a house? Near my family? He did that for me and peanut?
“I know it’s overwhelming, but I promise you’ll love it.”
I stroke his face. “I’ll love anything as long as I’m with you.”
“Then that brings me to the next thing.”
He begins lowering to his knee and my heart speeds up. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a ring, no box, just a beautiful diamond ring. Tears tumble down my cheeks as he looks up at me, his eyes full of love.
“I’m on my knees, for more reasons than one. The first reason, is that I want you to see I am giving you myself. I am giving you control. I am giving you everything that’s inside me. On my knees, I present myself to you and promise you that I’ll always be willing to be whatever you need. On my knees, I promise I’ll never cheat, lie or betray you. On my knees, I promise I’ll never hurt you, I promise I’ll always have your back and take care of you when you’re sick. On my knees, Sierra, I ask you to be my wife?”
I feel my legs tremble as I look down at him. “Yes, a million times, yes.”
A splitting grin spreads across his face and he slips the ring onto my finger. I am still blubbering like a small child, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters in this moment. When Marcus goes to get up, I put my hand on his shoulder.
“No, stay just like that.”
He does, looking up at me with those dazzling brown eyes. I run my fingers around his jaw and then up over his lips. He parts them, so I slip my finger inside. His eyes grow lusty.
“Suck,” I order.
His eyes meet mine as he sucks my finger in, swirling his tongue around it. Feeling the softness of his mouth on my skin, is overwhelming and incredibly erotic. When I slide my finger out, I run it around his lips once more. Then I grip my dress, pulling it over my head until I’m standing in my underwear. Marcus sucks in a breath, and when I grip my bra and drop it off, his gaze becomes so hooded, it’s sexy all sin. When I drop my panties, he makes a strangled sound.
“What are you going to do with me?” I purr, stepping closer.
His hands slide up my legs until he’s cupping my bottom, he massages it gently, kneading and playing until I’m shuddering. He pulls me closer, pressing his mouth to my pelvic bone, softly kissing it. His mouth moves over my skin, making it heat up and come alive beneath his lips. I whimper when his head moves lower. He grips one of my thighs and pushes it out so I sink down and am closer to his mouth. When his tongue flickers lightly over my cleft, I groan. He’s not touching it enough to bring pleasure, but enough to make me want…desperately.
“Marcus…” I whisper.
“I’m on the ground baby,” he murmurs into my skin. “You tell me what you want. You have the control.”
“Lick me.”
“Where?” he growls.
“Lick my pussy, god, Marcus, lick it.”
I feel his chest rumble with pleasure as he leans forward, slowly sliding his tongue up my slit until he finds my clit. He reaches down and grips my ankle, putting my leg over his shoulder so he can delve deeper. I cry out when he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, forcefully. My body buckles, but he uses his hands to hold me up as I shake and tremble. God, I’ve missed him. I’ve missed everything about him. He slides one hand up my leg until he finds my damp entrance, then he gently slips two fingers inside, stretching me, filling me so perfectly.
“God, Marcus, more…”
He sucks harder, thrusts harder and that does it for me. I come so hard my body buckles and I fall to the ground. He’s over me in a second, his mouth is on mine, his hands are massaging my breasts. The sudden mix of pleasure in my body has me jerking violently as he drives my orgasm out. When I gain my focus back, I shove at his chest, pushing him onto his back. I roll, pressing my body down the hard length of his and running my lips across his.
“My turn,” I murmur.
I grip his shirt, tearing it up and over his head before moving down to his jeans. I unbutton them, and pull the down as quickly as I can, wanting him to be free. When I see his cock spring out, I grin.
“Commando. Living dangerously, sexy sweet?”
He grins at me. “Just tryin’ something new.”
“I like it.”
“I knew you would, now stop talking and suck my cock.”
I shudder. “God, say that again.”
I grip his cock in my hand and he groans.
“Suck. My. Cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I growl.
I lean down, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I don’t take him deeply though, instead I begin sliding my tongue down his shaft until I reach his balls. Gently I suck them into my mouth and he groans loudly. I slide back up his length, swirling and teasing until I reach his head again. A drop of pre cum rolls down his length and I snake my tongue out and lick it off.
“Stop fucking teasing me, you little minx. Suck it.”
I giggle and then lower my head over him. His throaty rasp is enough for me, I pull him deeper until he’s growling and cursing. I use one hand to stroke him while my mouth works his head. I’m just getting into it, when he grips my hair and pulls me off, flipping me onto my back before I can even blink.
“I need to fuck you.”
“God, yes…”
“Not like this.”
I stare up at him. He stares around a moment, then he grins and lifts me from the floor. He walks over to the table and shoves the plates off. They land on the sand with a thump. He puts my bottom on the table, but doesn’t lay me down. His hand goes around to the small of my back and he presses it there, while his other hand hooks my legs around his waist. When he’s got me how he wants me, he grips his cock and presses it to my entrance. When he slides in, slowly, deeply, I groan. Nothing could feel better than Marcus Harrison fucking you, nothing.
He slide his cock out with a groan, and then slides it back in. I drop my head back, and his lips find my throat as he works his hips, pumping in and out until I am screaming his name and clawing his back. He holds me off though, not letting me come by pulling out every time I am about to.
“Marcus,” I rasp.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he growls into my ear.
“Let me come.”
“What do you say?”
“Please…oh please…”
“Please what?”
“Asshole,” I rasp as he thrusts his hips again, bringing me to the edge.
“I don’t believe that’s correct, try again.”
He rocks his hips and his cock presses up against my sweet spot. My body jerks, desperate for release. My fingernails are against his skin so fiercely I can feel blood beneath them.
“Please…sir,” I whine loudly, tilting my hips up.
Grinning, he slams in hard and fast. I come so hard I see white. He thrusts, in and out, in and out, until I’m coming again and he’s coming hard and deep inside me. His head is thrown back, his chest is heaving and god, he look
s so fucking gorgeous. His groans of pleasure are everything to me. When he comes down from his high and I’ve come down from mine, he lifts me onto his hips, pulling out of me. He carries me back to the blanket and lays us both down gently.
“You have learned well, sweetheart.”
I grin up at him. “Well, you did all right yourself, sir.”
“Being a submissive, even for five minutes…it took a lot.”
I stroke his face. “I know.”
“Do you know how much I love you?”
I flush and tilt my head, kissing his neck. “You got on your knees for me. I think…yeah…I think I know how much you love me.”
“Forever, me and you. Got that?”
“I got that, sexy sweet.”
“So…new house, new baby, new life. Do you think we’ve made our point?”
I giggle and slap his arm. “I think we screamed our point to the world. No regrets?”
“Not one.”
“So…where to from here?”
He grins down at me. “Well, first I’m going to kiss you. Then, I’m going to make love to you.”
“I mean after that,” I chuckle.
“After that’s a mystery, and that’s what makes it amazing, sweetheart.”
“So long as I’m in it with you, it can throw anything at us.”
He runs his lips across my temple.
“I’m right there with you baby, every step of the way.”
I snuggle into him, knowing he means that wholeheartedly…and that…that’s enough to make any girl smile.
EPILOGUE
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“Hmmmm,” I groan, rolling to my side and facing Marcus.
“Morning, sleepy head.”
“Hello, sir, it’s always nice to wake up with a back tickle.”
“I can tickle anywhere you like, sweetheart.”
“Rebel.”
He chuckles and presses himself against me, I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. I shift my massive belly and groan as it wobbles around. God, this baby is doing crazy things to me. He or she better get out soon because seriously, it’s painful. Well, I am sure labor is far more painful, but it’s worth it. Or so I’m told. Marcus runs his hands down my large belly, gently stroking little circles over our oversized peanut.
“You know we can’t get jiggy with it when I’m about to pop,” I whine.
“You can’t, I can.”
“Huh?”
He rolls to his back and I feel movement under the sheet.
“Oh you wouldn’t.”
He groans and I yank the sheet back to see his hand sliding up and down his cock. I lick my lips, the sight is so utterly erotic. Seeing a man pleasuring himself takes the cake in my books. I watch as his massive hand slides up and down his length, stroking slowly. His other hand reaches down to cup his balls and that’s enough for me, I squirm to reach my clit but…god dammit…I can’t get it. I turn to my side and try that with no luck. Marcus begins stroking harder and faster, his chest becomes tight, his body clenches and oh god, he looks so fucking sexy.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “Want me to come?”
“No,” I whine, trying to reach my nether regions. Seriously, how can I not reach it? I know I’m pregnant, but sheesh.
Marcus’ hand moves harder and faster and his head sinks back into the pillow. God, fuck it, why can’t I reach? I need to feel release. My fiancé is giving himself pleasure right in front of me and I can’t even reach my own clit. That’s one for the books. I watch as Marcus’ mouth opens and a strangled groan escapes as his release begins spurting out onto his belly in long, thick strands. I whimper and roll, trying one last time to get my clit. It ends badly. I end up rolling off the bed and landing on my back, thank god for the low bed. I cry out and slap my hand on the floor beside me.
“God dammit!” I cry.
Marcus is silent a moment. Then I see his face peer of the side of the bed. He’s got that ‘I’m trying to restrain myself from laughing’ look on his face.
“Oh just laugh, asshole!”
He bursts out laughing and lifts me up, pulling me back onto the bed.
“Baby, do you want me to do it for you?” he chuckles, his chest rattling.
“No!” I snap, sliding out of bed and stomping towards the bathroom.
“Sierra?” he calls, still laughing.
Caring fiancé, truly he is. When I get into the shower, I turn it on and step in, running my hands over my massive bump. I shift from side to side as my back begins to ache. God, did I hurt it falling like that? It wasn’t far, but it’s feeling very achy. I rub my hands over it and Marcus walks in still laughing until he sees my face. He quickly steps into the shower, taking my face in his hands.
“What is it?”
“Oh, I think I hurt it a little, that’s all.”
“Do you need a doctor?”
I shake my head. “No, no, I’m ok.”
“Do you think the baby is hurt? God, Sierra, I didn’t mean for…”
I press a finger to his lips. “It’s ok, it’s just me being all round and shit…”
His eyes widen, and he bursts out laughing again. “Aw baby, you’re god damned cute when you’re like this.”
I roll my eyes and press my cheek to his chest. “That was hot, Mr. Harrison.”
“Hmmmm, you like seeing your man wank himself?”
I shudder. “God, say it like that and yeah, I totally do.”
He grins and presses a kiss to my head. “I have to get ready for work.”
I nod and hug him closer a moment. Marcus works as a CEO of his own company now. He lets me do a lot of the PA work from home and he made sure the massive building he purchased to start it, was nice and close to our lovely home. He seems really happy. He comes home and he has no hassles from constant phone calls or messages. We just get to hang out. My parents visit often and Quinn comes out with Raine every few weekends. We don’t hear from Chayne, it seems she took the hint and left. Marcus had a lot to work out with his old job, but slowly, it all began sorting itself out.
“Not much longer and you’ll be at home with me and the peanut for a month.”
He shudders, with nerves? I don’t know.
“I can’t wait.”
“Really?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m all prepared for the long nights.”
I smile and step out of the shower, ignoring the pinching in my back that’s getting worse. I wrap a towel around myself and Marcus does the same. When we’re dressed and he’s ready for work, we sit at the breakfast bar having a coffee. Right before he’s ready to go, I feel a warm gush of water trickle down my legs. For a moment, I’m fairly sure I’ve wet myself. Ok, I know pregnant women don’t have good bladders, but damn, did it get that bad?