by D. Camille
“Help me stand up and let's see,” she told him.
Marc stood from the bed and held out his hand to her. Isis got to her bare feet and tested her balance.
She looked up at Marc who held on to her arm. “I think I can make it.”
He nodded and stepped back.
“Can you unzip me though?” she asked slowly turning her back to him.
“Of course.” Marc pulled the zipper down from her neck to the top of her behind.
Isis reached up and drew the garment down her shoulders before allowing it to pool at her feet leaving her standing in her bra and panties. Her breath caught at the first touch to her back. Marc lowered his face to her hair and inhaled before he pulled her back against his body resting his hand just below her breasts.
“Isis, you are so beautiful,” he whispered down into her ear.
“Is that all that I am Marcus?”
His hand moved lower to her abdomen. “I used to think so.”
She closed her eyes as he touched her bare skin. “Until I realized that you're also sweet and funny. You're strong and honest...and you've completely blown me away.”
“You blew me away the first time you touched me at my Daddy's office,” she told him.
He kissed her neck. “I remember you flashing those big brown eyes at me.”
Isis smiled as his hand traveled lower. He traced the top of her panties before moving up to cup her breast. She moaned and it reminded him of being in her apartment during the rescue. At that time, it had driven him nearly to distraction, just as it was right now.
Marc took his other hand and unraveled the already loosened knot atop her head watching her dark hair fall to her shoulders. Slowly he lowered her bra strap from her shoulder and replaced it with his lips blazing a path up to her ear. Isis tilted her head to allow him better access and was rewarded with another firm squeeze to her breast.
Isis was now in another world. No man had ever touched her, let alone touched her the way Marcus was right now. His hand was now inside the band of her panties moving closer to her unseen area. She held her breath in anticipation when he touched the top of her shaved mound. His phone began to ring and she held his hand in place, wanting him to continue.
“I have to answer,” he whispered against her neck.
“Noooo,” she protested.
Marc removed his hand. “Go take your shower Princess.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the screen. “This is Graham.”
Isis turned to him and he looked down at her as he listened to the caller. Marc kissed her on the forehead then turned to walk out of the room. “What the hell does that mean?” She heard him bark into the phone.
Isis shrugged, assuming that the call had something to do with his job. She touched her breast then let her hand slide down to where his had been. His touch had sent heat throughout her entire body and his kisses took her to a place she never imagined. Stepping out of her dress, Isis walked into the bathroom to shower and prepare for Special Agent Marcus Graham to take her...literally.
By the time she emerged from the shower her headache had subsided considerably thanks to the pain medication. Isis couldn't believe that Marcus had remembered her allergy and been ready to take care of her. He'd even slept beside her in case she'd needed him. She had to rescind her thought that he was an ass, and although he definitely could be when he wanted, he could also be very caring and thoughtful.
Isis marveled at the fact that Marcus' father was the legendary Gregory Graham. He was a huge star of film and stage and Isis was an admirer of his work. He and Marcus didn't seem to be on very good terms although neither of them had mentioned anything in front of her. Marcus' family had treated her so well that she had fallen in love with them immediately. Well, almost all of them; his brother Jeremiah had given her the creeps with the way he'd watched her at the party. Since Marcus had never been out of her sight, she'd felt safe enough with him around.
She smiled as she thought of his sister Tasha. She'd had more fun with her than with any of her own friends. They had promised to keep in touch with one another and had exchanged numbers at the party. Tasha had hinted that she wanted her brother Marcus to have someone special. She'd said that he deserved it, even if he didn't believe it himself. This had puzzled Isis and she wondered exactly what had happened to him.
Isis decided that she would not pry. She would allow Marcus to tell her what he wanted, when he wanted. Besides, she wasn't planning on going anywhere. Marcus had said he was going to take her and she was going to make sure she was taken by him. She admitted that she'd been attracted to him from the start, even though she'd tried to hide it and use her anger to shield herself.
After seeing Marcus in action, she now understood how good he was at his job and how important it was to him. She could no longer be angry with him for investigating her father. It was his job, but her father was innocent so there was nothing Marcus could do to him. He'd figure that out and the case would be closed.
Isis dressed in yoga pants and a tank top after putting her hair in a ponytail. She headed out to the kitchen where Marcus was preparing some food. He was dressed in loose long shorts and a T-Shirt. She saw his weapon on the counter and looked at him.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
Marc looked over at her, taking in all that was Isis. “Why do you ask that?”
She nodded towards the counter. “You have your weapon out. You haven't done that before.”
He lifted a brow at her perception. “I'm just being prepared.”
Isis went to him. “Is someone coming here?” she asked worriedly.
Marc turned and put his arms around her pulling her close. “It's fine Princess. No one is going to hurt you. I promise.”
“What's going on Marcus?” she asked staring up at him.
His gaze held hers. “I'm on alert. Your father is trying to find out where you are. We're concerned that if he finds you, so will whoever is after him.”
“Is that why Isabelle said I shouldn't call him?”
He nodded. “I don't want you using your phone at all and definitely not speaking with your father.”
“Daddy wouldn't put me in danger on purpose,” she told him.
Marc stepped back. “You can't trust him Isis.”
“He's my Daddy, of course I can trust him.”
He turned back to the food he was preparing. “This is why we shouldn't get involved.”
Isis folded her arms. “Why? Because we don't agree on who my father is?”
“I know who your father is and so does everybody else. You're the only one who doesn't believe it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you have so much evidence, then why haven't you arrested him?” she accused.
He turned to her. “Because when I do, I'm going to bury his ass so deep, they can't find him.”
She gasped. “That's my father!”
“He's my assignment.”
“I'm calling Ray. I don't want you here!” Isis turned and ran into her bedroom grabbing her purse to retrieve her phone. She searched through the bag before turning the contents upside down on the bed. Fuming she returned to the kitchen where Marc was now making plates.
“Give me my phone!” she yelled.
He didn't turn to her. “I can't risk you calling anyone.”
“You can't just go through my things and take them!” she yelled getting frustrated with the whole situation.
“It's for your safety.”
Isis was so frustrated that tears began to well in her eyes. “I didn't ask for this...I don't want to be here.”
Marc turned to her and saw her tears. Quietly he walked over to where she stood and looked down at her. His gray eyes were serious. “Isis, I will do anything necessary to protect you, even from your own father if I have to.”
“I'll never lie to you. I am sending your father to prison for the crimes he has committed.”
He lifted her face to his. “Now you have to decide if I'm still t
he man you want to be involved with. We haven't passed any points that we can't go back to.”
“If you want me to be Agent Graham and protect you until this is over then walk out of your life, I will do that, but if you want to be Marcus and Isis, everything has to be out front and on the table. Otherwise, we're just playing games. I've told you that I want to take you and not just while we're here on this mountain. So what do you want Princess?”
As Isis stared up into his face, her heart shouted, “You!” Her head however, wondered how she could survive possibly losing her father to jail, and the fact that the man she wanted so badly had sent him there. Marcus could be so cold and matter-of-fact with everything, but a part of her truly appreciated his honesty. She didn't want someone who would lie or try to deceive her.
“Marcus, I don't want to play games.” She placed a hand on his chest. “I want you to take me. I wish you could take me away from all of this. It's all so confusing and I don't know what to believe.”
He placed his hand over hers on his chest. “Believe that I will never lie to you. I will be your shield from whatever tries to harm you. Will you trust me?”
Isis watched him silently for a few moments. Thoughts were tumbling through her mind. She knew that her Daddy was hiding something. Of course, she didn't think it was anything that would send him to prison. She also knew that her Daddy was accustomed to doing whatever he wanted. She thought about what Isabelle had said in regards to their father and how he had treated Isabelle in the past and currently, then add to that the daughter he'd hidden for years and her mind was in a chaotic jumble.
Right now, the only thing that felt safe and solid was Agent Marcus Graham. He wasn't the type to sugar coat anything. He'd calmly laid everything out on the line and neatly placed the ball in her court. He stood silently watching her attempt to unscramble her thoughts.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Right now you're the only one I do trust.”
Marc lowered his head to hers and kissed her gently savoring her mouth. He wanted this woman with every fiber of his being, but he would never lie to get her. Isis would soon have to face that her father was no good. When she did, he vowed to be there to comfort her. She trusted him and he would never let her down.
Isis wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to pleasure her mouth. She melted into the warmth and strength of his body as he pulled her tightly against him. Isis lost track of time as Marc kissed her as though he would never stop. When he finally lifted his head, he looked down at her.
“I made you something to eat. You should put some food on your stomach,” he told her.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
He touched her face. “Always Princess.”
Marc led her over to the table where the two plates were sitting and pulled out her chair. Isis sat and smiled down at the dish in front of her.
“You made me an omelet...” she whispered.
He took the seat across from her. “They're your favorite, right?”
She nodded and picked up her fork. “I can't believe you remember the things I tell you.”
“I'm trained to remember details but everything about you is memorable Isis,” he said softly looking across the table at her.
Isis flushed as she began to dig into the light fluffy omelet. As she ate, she could feel his platinum gaze on her and she touched her hair.
“Do I look a mess?” she asked looking up at him.
“Why do you say that?”
She looked back down at her plate. “You keep staring at me.”
“You're beautiful,” he said simply.
She shook her head laughing softly. “I didn't sleep well. I have on no makeup and my hair is in a ponytail. I'm hardly beautiful right now.”
Marc leaned forward. “You're completely beautiful right now and you always are. Yes, when you do it up, nobody can touch you...but sitting here like this, nobody can touch you either.”
Isis smiled. “You're making me think about you naked again.”
He nodded towards her plate. “When you finish that food, you won't have to think about it.”
She smiled again and began eating. When they finished Isis loaded the dishwasher before Marcus took her hand and led her outdoors to the deck.
He turned to her. “What do you want to do now?” he asked.
Isis grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “You're teasing me. I'm beginning to think you lied about those compliments.”
Marc looked at her. “No, I didn't lie.” He led her over to one of the lounge chairs where she stretched out and he sat on the edge watching her.
“So, tell me how much experience you have.”
“Not a lot,” she answered.
He nodded. “Not a lot, or not any?”
Isis leaned forward. “Like what?”
“Intercourse.”
“No,” she answered.
“Touching.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Oral.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! No! What do you think I've been doing?”
Marc took her hand. “Relax, I'm just figuring out where we should start.” She sat back watching him.
“Is there anything in particular that you and your girlfriends talked about that you want to experience?” he asked.
Isis gave him a naughty grin before leaning forward and whispering in his ear.
Marc stood. “Okay, I can do that.”
*********
Isabelle went to pick up her sister-in-law, Sage Black at her gallery for brunch. Sage was Ray's only sister and they would kill for one another. She saw Sage's large round belly and smiled knowing hers would soon be that way. The two women hugged and took a seat in Sage's office.
“Sage look at you, you look as if you're almost ready to deliver.”
Sage sighed. “I wish. I still have six weeks to go and Jordan is driving me crazy.”
Jordan was Sage's husband and Ray's best friend since college. He was also Isabelle's best friend since childhood.
“Well, that's Jordan.” Isabelle laughed. “What is he doing now?”
“He has bought an entire store full of clothing for his son, who is yet to be born.”
Isabelle laughed because everyone knew of Jordan's clothes fetish that he'd acquired as a child. He was the only boy who wore dress pants and ties to school since elementary.
“Yes, that's Jordan,” Isabelle agreed.
Sage smiled. “So what's going on with you? You look amazing. I guess the Sun God is being a good husband to you.”
Isabelle smiled. “The Sun God is amazing and yes, he is.”
Both women laughed knowing how much Ray loved Isabelle and vice versa.
“I'm worried about my sister though,” Isabelle shared.
Sage shook her head. “Ray told me about it. I was hoping Shana was involved so I could kill her, but so far no luck.”
Shana was Isabelle and Isis' half-sister. She was the daughter their father had kept secret for over thirty years and she had a vendetta against Isabelle.
Isabelle shook her head. “I hope she's not involved with this. She's done enough.”
“She'll do something eventually though and I'll get my chance,” Sage assured her.
“Well Isis is secluded in the mountains, so I know she's safe,” Isabelle said smiling slyly.
Sage watched her sister-in-law. “What did you do?”
“I asked Ray to send Agent Graham with her.”
Sage's mouth fell open. “The Gods! Are you matchmaking?”
Isabelle nodded. “Yes, I need to get her away from Daddy and Marcus Graham is the man to do it. He'll take her mind completely off of Milton Martin.”
“He might just take her mind. That man is fine,” Sage told her.
“What man is fine?” Jordan Black asked entering the office with their two-year-old daughter, Diamond.
Sage smirked. “You're not the only fine man Jordan.”
He came over and ki
ssed his wife on the lips. “I'm the only fine man you should be talking about.”
Jordan then walked over and kissed Isabelle's cheek. “Hey Izzy, how are you?”
She smiled at him. “Hi Jordan, I'm fine.”
“Hi Tee Tee Moon!” Diamond said smiling at Isabelle and Jordan quickly turned to Sage.
“What the hell did I tell y'all?” he protested.
Isabelle stood to her feet and kissed the pretty little brown-eyed girl who was hanging onto her father's neck. “Hello Diamond.”
Sage slowly got to her feet. “It's okay Jordan. It was easier for her to say Moon than Isabelle.”
His eyes narrowed. “She could say Izzy...that's not hard!”
“Moon is only one syllable. When she's talking more, we'll teach her.”
Jordan nodded. “See y'all think you're slick, but my baby is not going to be walking around calling people Moons and Sun Gods. You hear me Sage?”
Sage walked over to her husband and stretched to kiss his lips. “Yes, my Khemetic warrior,” she whispered.
“Keep playing....” Jordan warned.
*********
Isis sat on the bed in the bedroom she'd chosen in her bra and panties watching Marcus remove his shirt and then his shorts. He stood in his boxers and gazed into her eyes.
“You know you have to take those off,” he told her.
She nodded quickly. “Yes, I know.”
He waited. “Are you nervous?”
Quickly she nodded again. “Yes. Now I am.”
“Okay, let's do this...” He climbed onto the bed and helped her to lie on her back. “I'll ask you some math problems to relax you.”
She smiled up at him. “I hate math.”
“We'll do counting,” he kissed her cheek. “You count while I help you to relax.”
He placed a hand on her abdomen. “Count how high?” she whispered.
“Until you can't anymore.” He looked down into her face.
“Okay....one, two, three...” she began and he kissed her behind her ear. Slowly his mouth moved down her neck as his hand caressed her body.
“Seven, eight...” she whispered as he slid her panties down her hips.