by D. Camille
Marc felt the previous sting subsiding from Isis' touch. “Yes, I'm fine.” He placed a hand on her back and gently led her over to where the rest of the group was seated.
“How is she?” Isis asked her sister.
“They took her in the back. Silver and Jordan are with her,” Isabelle explained sitting next to her husband.
“I'm just glad her husband was there this time,” Ray said. “She almost screamed my damn ear off driving her to the hospital when she was having Diamond.”
Diamond heard her name and turned. “Uncle Sun God.” She held out her arms and Ray stood before walking over and taking her from Trent.
Isabelle laughed. “I'm glad Jordan's not here. He'd have a fit.”
Ray frowned. “Nobody cares about Jay. This is my baby goddess.” He kissed Diamond's little cheek.
“Jordan's already having a fit.” Trent laughed. “Dude is so emotional.”
“That's why we're having an underwater birth with everything planned out, so no one will need to have a fit,” Lavender announced and Carolyn looked at her.
Sean turned to Lily. “Who is she talking about?”
Lily smiled. “Momma, I haven't really talked to Sean about alternative birthing techniques yet.”
“And Sean does not even want to hear it,” he told her. “That is not even an option.”
Carolyn nodded. “I agree. Is that even safe?”
“It's very safe, Sage was even considering it if she made it to full term,” Lily told them.
Sean took Lily's hand. “It does not matter to me what Sage was considering, although I'm sure she had not mentioned that to Jordan at all, but we're having our babies in a hospital with doctors and equipment.”
“I'm not taking any chances with you or our sons,” he told her gently.
Lily smiled at him. “It was just something the women were discussing.”
Ray turned to Isabelle and lifted a brow. “Water birth?”
“I just listened mostly. Your mother was a proponent of both underwater and acupuncture,” she told him.
He smiled. “Did it scare you?”
She nodded. “Very much so.”
Ray laughed and pulled her closer. “There's also natural home birth,” he told her holding his niece on his lap.
“We can talk about that,” Isabelle agreed smiling.
“I can't believe all of you are having babies at the same time,” Trent said shaking his head.
Ray looked at him and Callie. “As long as you two aren't trying to join in, we're cool.”
Trent grinned. “Nah, not yet.” He looped an arm around the back of Callie's seat. “But when I get back...”
“Trent! You need to slow down,” his mother told him.
He turned to her. “I'm cool Ma.” He winked at her and she shook her head. Trent was now a grown man and Carolyn had missed so much of his life. He was leaving her life again and she wasn't sure how she was going to handle it. She'd had therapy to deal with the guilt of giving him up but what was welling up in her heart was worse than any pain she'd ever felt.
Sean watched his mother and saw the emotions playing over her face. “We'll talk to him and make sure he's okay Ma.”
She turned to her oldest son. He was her rock and always had been. He took care of everything that needed to be handled. “Thank you Sean.”
Callie turned to Isis and Marc. “What's up with you two?” she asked.
“They can't wait to get out of here to get down to business,” Lotus answered and every head turned to her.
“Lotus!” Lily admonished while everyone looked at the two couples.
Lotus shrugged. “It's true, ask them.”
Isis still had the shocked look on her face. “You still talk too much Lotus.”
“So to answer everyone's lingering questions, Isis and I are dating and involved. Outside of that, there's nothing else to say,” Marc explained and Isabelle smiled happily.
Silver appeared in the doorway and everyone stood as she approached.
“Well it looks like we're having a baby sometime today,” she announced happily.
“How's Jordan?” Sean asked.
Silver shook her head. “I'm about to make the doctors give him a sedative as well as Sage. He loves her so much, it's like he physically feels every pain she feels. I hope this little boy makes his entrance soon.”
“They wanted me to check on Diamond,” she told them.
“She fine,” Ray said cuddling her. “She's with family.” He looked around at everyone and they all nodded.
“I'll let them know she's taken care of and I'll be back when I have more news.”
She disappeared and everyone sat down and prepared for the wait. Trent and Callie sat cuddled in one section with Isis and Marc in another. Ray and Isabelle entertained Diamond while Sean and Lily sat on a sofa. Lotus sat with her mother and Carolyn while they all sent positive energy to Jordan and Sage in the birthing room. The excitement for another family member was palatable in the air.
A few hours later, Sean and Ray had food delivered to the hospital for all the family and everyone began devouring the dishes as the two men moved to a corner of the room.
“How long should we stay?” Sean asked.
“I don't know. I think the women may be getting uncomfortable.”
Sean nodded. “Let me check at the desk and see if I can get any updates.”
“I've taken care of the venue and everything has been cleared away,” Ray informed him
“Thanks, let me see what I can find out.”
Sean walked to the door and was met by an ecstatic Silver. “He's here!” she announced happily.
Everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed over to her.
“Seven pounds and eleven ounces, he's healthy and he's beautiful. He looks just like his daddy.”
“How's Sage?” Lily asked.
Silver wiped her brow. “Both Sage and Jordan are on cloud nine. They want Diamond to meet her baby brother.”
“Can we see Sage?” Ray asked.
Silver nodded. “They said family can come in now.”
The entire group began down the hall until they were halted by a nurse.
“Excuse me? Where are all of you going?” she asked looking at the beautiful group.
“They said that family could see my daughter now,” Silver relayed.
The nurse looked over the group of thirteen “You're all family?” she asked.
They all looked at each other then nodded. “Yeah,” they said in unison.
She shrugged and stepped aside as they continued to the room. Sage broke into a wide smile as they all piled into the large room. Jordan sat in a chair beside the bed holding his son. Congratulations rang out around the room as each moved over to check on Sage.
Ray watched Jordan holding his son possessively. “Look Jay, we aren't having that again. Let me see my nephew.”
Jordan looked up from the face that was so much like his own and smiled at Ray. He stood and brought the baby so everyone could see him. When he pulled the blanket down from his mahogany face, the entire room gasped at the brilliant dark eyes that stared back at them.
“He looks just like you Jordan!” Trent exclaimed.
“He looks like our father,” Jordan told him quietly.
Diamond looked down at her brother. “Baby! My baby, Daddy!”
Jordan smiled at her. “Yes, pretty little girl. This is your baby.”
Everyone oohed and aahed over the newest Black until Lily asked, “What's his name?”
“Justice. Justice Michael Black,” Jordan answered. “He has his grandfather's middle name.”
Trent nodded looking down at the boy who was now another relative to him. The boy who'd grown up without a family now had them arriving daily it seemed. “Hey little dude, I'm your Uncle Trent. I'll be your favorite.”
“Boy shut up,” Jordan told him. “And don't think I've forgotten your little bombshell today.”
Lily m
oved to Sage's side. “Was it a difficult delivery?” she asked stroking her friend's arm.
“No, this one was easier.”
“For who?” Jordan asked.
Sean laughed and Jordan turned to him. “Don't worry, your turn is coming. We'll see who's laughing then.” He looked over at Ray. “Your ass too.”
Ray laughed. “Since you two ended the party, we had everything brought to the hospital. So let's start the baby shower since everyone is here.”
Ray made a call and a few minutes later all the gifts were brought into the room and chairs were found for Lily and Isabelle while everyone watched the ladies open their gifts. When they got to the gifts Marc and Isis had brought, they all looked at the tags.
“These are from Marc and Isis,” Isabelle said smiling. The fact that they had chosen to put both their names on the gifts spoke volumes.
Marc stood watching Isis during the entire gift opening process. When it was over, he took Isis' hand and led her out of the room to another quiet space where she stood with her back against the wall. He looked at his watch.
“Our time away has been cut short,” he said staring down at her.
She smiled. “But there's a beautiful new baby.”
“And more babies to come,” he added stepping closer. “Lotus was right, I do want to get out of here and get down to business.”
“Lotus has no sense, but she is right sometimes.” She said placing her hands at his waist.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “How much longer do we have to stay?” he whispered.
Isis threw her head back exposing her graceful neck. “You want to take me?”
“Right now...” he said drawn to the soft skin exposed to his kiss.
She laughed softly. “I think we'd go to jail.”
“I'm the FBI.”
“I remember...” she whispered. “And you're Iron Man.”
He pressed closer until she felt his erection. “Yeah, that's about right.”
Isis wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then we should say our goodbyes.”
“In a minute.” He lowered his head and tasted her lips, slowly making her anticipate the pleasure to come. When he claimed her mouth completely, she moaned softly.
Marc lifted his head. “Yeah, time to go...”
He stepped back and took a minute to compose himself before taking her hand and leading her back to Sage's room. Everyone looked up as they entered and Lotus gave them a knowing look.
Isis licked her lips. “Um, so Marcus and I are going to take off now. Congratulations Jordan and Sage. Your son is so beautiful.”
The room remained silent watching them taking in Marc's tense features and Isis' flushed face. Isabelle stood to rescue her sister. “Thank you both for coming.”
Isis hugged her sister before she and Marc bolted from the room and practically ran down the hall and out of the building. Isis was giggling when Marc lifted her up in his arms carrying her the rest of the way to the car. She hung her arms around his neck and he took quick steps to the vehicle. At her door, he sat her on her feet and stared down at her mouth.
“You're wasting time,” she whispered.
He smiled opening the door and when she turned to climb inside, he grabbed her butt and squeezed. Isis gasped and turned to him.
“You're wasting time,” he told her.
She climbed inside and he closed the door. When he entered on the other side, he turned to her and stared into her eyes for a moment.
She laughed. “What?”
“You're so beautiful Isis Martin,” he said quietly.
Isis bit her lip. “Thank you Marcus.”
He turned and started the car taking off to their destination. As always, he took her hand and began toying with her fingers. She joined in with his finger play while she stared out of the window. As the scenery passed, Isis thought back to when she'd first met Marcus. He'd come to question her father at his office and Marcus had placed his hands on waist to move her out of his way when she'd tried to stop him. The encounter had left her shaken and from that moment on, the man in the dark glasses had invaded her dreams without her permission. Now he was everything that she wanted and needed.
Without turning she called his name and he turned to her. “Yes, Princess.”
“I think you're beautiful too.” She turned to him. “I always have.”
Chapter 17
Marc and Isis arrived at the destination a short drive later. After helping her out of the car, Marc proceeded to retrieve their bags from the trunk. Isis came to assist grabbing her toiletries case while he carried everything else.
Marc opened the door to the lavish beach house and allowed her to go inside first. Isis stepped into a large foyer and looked around as Marc followed.
“Wow, this is incredible!” she exclaimed taking in the surroundings from the sparkling tile floors to the glass windows that looked out on a small beach that led directly to blue waters under a setting sun.
“I'm glad you like it,” Marc said moving further inside with their luggage.
Isis followed him still looking around at the expensive furnishings. Marc entered a bedroom and placed their bags in a nearby walk-in closet. When he returned Isis was still taking in the magnificent view and he walked over to join her wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
She leaned back into his warm body. “I wasn't expecting this.”
Marc kissed her neck. “This is the family home. They usually spend holidays here.”
Isis turned and looked into his face. “But not you?”
He shook his head. “No, not usually.”
“Will you tell me why?” she asked touching his face gently.
“I brought you here to tell you everything you want to know sweetheart.”
He took her hand and led her into a dining room with an eight-foot long table surrounded by a number of matching, overstuffed upholstered chairs. Marc pulled one of the chairs away from the table then turned and lifted Isis to sit on the table-top.
Stepping between her legs, he lowered his head and kissed her. Isis raised her arms to enfold him and he pulled her closer tangling his tongue with hers. Isis wrapped her long legs around his waist as he laid her back on the marble surface. She held her breath as he ran his hands over her heated body. Marc reached her shorts and unfastened them as she watched in anticipation.
Reaching behind him, he loosened her legs from his waist then stepped back to slowly slide the garment down her legs and over her heels. He let them drop to the floor before placing his hands on her thighs then let them roam up her body, over her stomach and up to her cradle her breasts. Isis arched into his hands as he squeezed and fondled her.
Slowly, Marc lifted her blouse and she sat up to assist him in removing it. She hadn't needed a bra with the top so she was left naked except for her panties and shoes. The blouse soon joined her shorts in a small pile on the floor as he returned to paying homage to her womanly form.
“I want you to dance for me...” Marc said hoarsely against her bare skin.
He lifted her legs onto the table. “I've seen you on stage dancing at Trent's birthday and at the theater. Now I want you to dance just for me.”
Isis looked into his face. “You want me to dance on the table?”
“Yes, I want you to dance on the table for me...don't move.”
Isis watched his back as he left the room. She looked down at herself on the large table in nothing but a thong and high heels. She watched the entrance for his return wondering what exactly he had in store for her. Her head lifted as she heard the beginnings of Ciara's “Body Party” being piped into the room.
She smiled sexily as he returned. Her eyes beckoned him over to her and he obliged unbuttoning his shirt as he approached. Marc reached the table and helped her to stand on the solid surface.
“Go baby...” he told her holding her with his silver gaze.
Isis smiled down at him then licked her lips slowly before she began to move to t
he music. She turned her back giving him a full view of her ass in the white thong. She looked back over her shoulder as bent into a crouch and spread her legs. Isis gave a slow rock side to side and Marc tilted his head to watch. She gave him a sexy look as she stood up straight and took a few steps along the table lifting her hands above head while pushing her hair up.
Turning to face him, she started at her face then ran her hand down her neck to her naked breast pausing to give a gentle squeeze. Moving lower, her hand moved traveled while her hips rocked side to side. Isis took both hands and rubbed her thighs while bending and widening her legs giving a fully exposed view of what was waiting for him.
She watched as Marc removed his shirt tossing it on top of the pile already on the floor. The belt to his slacks was next. Reaching into his pocket, he tossed condoms next to her on the table before removing the rest of his clothing. When he was done Isis was kneeling on the table still watching him. Marc reached for her, wrapping his hand in her hair. Pulling her forward he captured her mouth twisting from side to side wrestling with her tongue. This was no gentle kiss, this was a - we're about to tear it up in here kiss.
Isis lost her breath as Marc took total, control robbing her of her senses. The music continued to play but became a distant sound in Isis' ears competing with the blood rushing through her brain. She decided to simply hold on and enjoy the ride that was coming.
“Lie back Princess,” he said helping her lie back on the table. Marc grabbed the bands of her panties and pulled them down her legs tossing them aside. Looking down at her, he lowered his head to her tattoo of the crown of Isis, located just above her womanly mound. Softly he stroked it. “Goddess Isis, I want you so bad.”
Marc proceeded to kiss and lick the crown before moving upward. Trailing his tongue over her navel up to her extended nipples, he lavished attention on each area before lifting her arms above her head staring down into her face.
“I want you too Marcus,” she whispered.
Marc kissed her sucking gently on her lips while driving her into a frenzy. “Say it again,” he ordered against her lips.
Locked with his gaze Isis repeated, “I...want...you...Marcus.”