Marcus (Heartbreakers & Troublemakers Book 5)

by Hope Hitchens

  “Uh, yeah. Of course,” I said dumbly. Looks like we’d thought the same thing.

  “Can I come over?”

  “Yeah… no. No, don’t come here,” I said, remembering Jonny.

  “Oh,” she said quietly. “I understand if you don’t want to see me.”

  “No, no, no. That’s not what I meant. Let’s meet somewhere else.”

  “My house?”

  “No, I actually…” Here goes nothing: “I got us a reservation,” I said quickly. I wanted to cringe hearing it, and I’d made the call to the fucking restaurant myself.

  “Reservation?”

  “I wanted to talk to you today, and I didn’t want to do it over the phone,” I said, trying to play it off like I did this all the time. I didn’t. I had never in my life placed a dinner reservation. I hadn’t done a lot of things, but I was doing them now. I hadn’t had to in the past. I hadn’t known Adina in the past.

  “What time?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows. Was she saying yes?

  “Half past seven. Let me pick you up.”

  “No, I want to drive,” she said.

  “Adina, you can’t drive yourself to a date,” I said.

  “Date?” she asked. I swear to God, I should have hung up when I had the chance. Yeah, I wanted to take her out. I wanted to apologize some way, and this way had sounded like a good one, at least in my head. Wine and dine her somewhere nice—women liked that sort of thing it seemed. I had only so much going for me; I had to try to get creative.

  “No, not a date. I’m sorry. Just… half past seven. I’ll see you there.”

  We hung up, and I texted her the details.

  Well… it could have gone worse. She could have said no. She was picking my phone calls up now. She wanted to speak to me. That meant she wasn’t angry. We had a date; how angry could she be?

  I left the house early that night because being there when she arrived would make me feel better that she was driving herself there. It was a restaurant at this hotel that I passed nearly every day on the way to the gym. I wanted to pick somewhere nice because it was insulting, right, to take a chef to a shitty restaurant?

  She had walked in at seven forty in a light blue dress, beautiful, and I wished I had more formal clothes than just the shit I would wear to interviews. The papers felt rigid in my pocket, but I didn’t want to set them on the table where she could see them.

  She sat down, and it was official. Marcus Kissel was on a date. Did I ever think the day would come? No, but it had, and we were just like any other couple in the large, dimly lit restaurant. I didn’t mind her being my first. As soon as she sat, a nearby waiter came up and asked her what she wanted to drink. From where he was standing, he was definitely trying to look down the top of her dress. I waited as I pretended not to feel jealous and for the waiter to leave.

  It was like being in an interview, but worse. I had had a lot of interviews; I knew what to do there. I had not had a lot of dates. I had not cared as much about what a woman thought of me as much as I did about what Adina thought of me. I was determined not to fuck this up.

  “You’re not having wine?” she asked me.

  “I don’t drink. Don’t let that stop you if you want to,” I said.

  “I can’t. Not while I’m breastfeeding,” she said, looking down. “I’m sorry for last night. You were right.”

  “Right about what?”

  “About me punishing you. I was upset that you hadn’t told me about your past before we had sex, but even after I knew there was nothing to worry about, I didn’t speak to you. I didn’t take your calls, and I was a bitch when you tried to talk to me.” She paused and took a drink of water. “I was scared, Marcus. I should have come to you, but I didn’t, and I’m sorry.”

  “What were you scared of?” I asked. Fear. Easily one of the top three things I never wanted Adina to feel when it came to me.

  “Us. This. I need to know what’s going on. I have to know who I am to you because I know who you are to me and if those two don’t match up, then I can’t-” she stopped and drank some more water, sighing. “I want you in my life, and I need to know whether you want me in yours.”

  She had used a lot more words, but all she was asking was, ‘what are we?’ The million-dollar question. I’d gotten it a few times before. The answer was usually, ‘friends’ or ‘fuck buddies’ or ‘nothing.’ Why did girls like to have labels for things so much? Didn’t they like a little mystery? Didn’t they know that when we were just friends, they could fuck other guys too? That the freedom didn’t just apply to me? It had never really made a lot of sense to me, at least not till now. This was who she was. She didn’t like messy and loose. She liked meaningful and serious. And me. She liked me. I liked that she did. I didn’t know why she did, but it made me feel good.

  Maybe there was hope for me yet.

  “I want you in my life, Adina,” I told her.

  “You do?” she asked, with a small smile, like I was doing her a favor. I nodded, smiling back. “Even though I have a kid?”

  “There are a lot worse things to have than a child.”

  “So… does that mean you and I are… can I call you my…”

  “Boyfriend?” I suggested. She turned bright pink, looking down. It was cute. “You can say it,” I teased. We stopped again when the waiter got back with our food. It smelled good, but I wasn’t even hungry, really.

  “I’m sorry for not taking your calls,” she said.

  “I forgive you,” I said loftily. “I won’t make you beg. This time.” She giggled. She asked me what I had done that day; besides going to see Jonas, nothing. I told her how bored I’d been when I couldn’t see her. I listened as she criticized everything on her plate, telling me how she’d make it differently. I asked about Jaden. We chatted. All those little details about other people’s lives that you cared about only because you cared about them. They were bullshit otherwise.

  I wanted to know everything. She could sit there and tell me about what diaper rash cream she had found worked best for her baby, and I’d listen like I was going to get questions about it later. Neither of us ended up eating that much.

  I suddenly remembered the sheets in my pocket. I’d almost forgotten. That was the whole point of this dinner. I pulled them out and held them out to her across the table.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “It’s my apology. I never want you to think that I would do something that I knew would hurt you,” I told her. She folded the sheets out and looked at them for a while, reading them quietly.

  Hepatitis, HIV, syphilis, it was all there. I was clean as a whistle. The doctor drawing blood for the tests had been the first time I had had a needle in me since I’d gotten checked after leaving prison. She looked at me.

  “You didn’t have to do all this, Marcus.”

  “I did. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this, Adina.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you used to be an addict?”

  “Because I know the way it sounds, Adina. You wanted me to lead with that?”

  “I didn’t want to find out the way I did. Were you ever going to tell me if I didn’t find out?”

  “I know I would have had to tell you. I just…” I paused because I had never had this much trouble talking about drugs with anyone before. I wasn’t ashamed of it. I’d made peace with it. She made me want to be better because she was better, and for the first time, I wished I had been better. Gone to school and then college, then shit, maybe the army or something. I wished I had more to me than just my record and track scars.

  “You just what, Marcus?”

  “You’re too good for me, honey,” I said. Her hand was on the table. I reached across it to hold it in mine. “I wish it was something I never had to tell you. I wish I never did it because you deserve someone who never did. Someone who isn’t on probation, who went to college and can get a job because he isn’t a felon.”

  “I don’t feel that way,” she said.
She put the sheets down and held my hand with both of hers. I smiled, feeling her squeeze it.

  “That’s why you’re too good for me.”

  “You’re my boyfriend now, Marcus; I’d appreciate a little more optimism than this going forward,” she said, looking at our hands.

  “I don’t want to disappoint you,” I said.

  “I don’t want to disappoint you either.”

  “The only way you could do that would be refusing to come upstairs with me.”

  “Where?”

  “I got us a room,” I said. “I was hoping that once we were done here, you’d spend the night with me.” She smiled, looking down at our hands again.

  “I wish you told me earlier. I’d have brought my pajamas and overnight bag.”

  “I didn’t get the room to sleep in,” I said.

  “You didn’t? Too bad. I am a little tired,” she teased.

  “You might need a power nap before what I want to do to you.” She giggled.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “When we get up there, I want to push you onto the bed, pull that dress up and lick you till you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you hard enough to make up for all the time I haven’t been able to touch you. We might get to sleep, eventually, but not before I and everyone else staying in this place have heard you screaming my name.” She watched me, drinking the rest of her water.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  17

  Marcus

  The room was pretty nice. For three hundred a night I was expecting nothing but the finest. It was clean and not too small. There was a television we weren’t going to watch. I didn’t really do hotels, but I couldn’t take her home, and it would have been a damn shame if she hadn’t wanted to come up.

  She stood by the bed, facing away from me. I walked up to her and swept her hair to one side, kissing her shoulder and the side of her neck. I could feel my cock swelling in anticipation. He’d missed Adina’s sweet pussy. We both had. I didn’t bother trying to move back to hide it from her when it touched her back.

  “Unzip me,” she said. I pulled the zip in the back of her dress down and put my hands on her shoulders to pull the dress off the rest of the way. “Turn the light out,” she said, holding the front of the dress and turning to face me.

  “No.”

  “Then close your eyes,” she said, clutching the dress close to her chest.

  “I want to see you,” I said.

  “Marcus. I just had a child,” she said. I knew she had a child. My question was why she chose to bring that up right then. Was she missing him or something? Did she want to-

  Oh. Ohhh. She didn’t want me to see her naked. Well. That sucked. I wanted to. What was she trying to hide? I didn’t want to fill the blanks in with my imagination anymore. I wanted to tell her I didn’t care, but the way she was looking at me; I couldn’t. She looked worried, almost scared.

  “I know you did,” I said gently. I started undoing the buttons down my shirt. Her eyes followed my hands down. I peeled it off and let it fall on the ground, to make her feel comfortable. I’d be naked too—not just her. The goal wasn’t to cover every inch of my skin in tattoos, but I was close. She had never said anything about them, so I hoped that meant she didn’t hate them. Even I hated some of them. I put my hands over hers, holding her dress up. She looked down.

  “I have a scar,” she said quietly. “From the delivery. It’s still a little dark.”

  “Do you have any pain?”

  “It’s not that, I just…” her face was down. Woah, this really bothered her.

  “You’re beautiful, Adina,” I told her. “Don’t hide from me.”

  She took a deep breath, loosening her grip on the dress. She let it fall. Her bra and panties were black. She had acted like she had a parasitic twin attached to her somewhere. A tumor that had teeth and hair or something. A tail. Something weird.

  She was beautiful.

  Her body was toned, but soft. She was creamy white all over like she didn’t tan. Just above the line of her underwear was a straight, dark line between her hipbones. Her scar. I was looking for something wrong, and I didn’t find anything. All I saw, all I felt, was the days since I’d been able to touch her, to get my mouth on hers. On her skin. On her pussy. My pants got tighter in the crotch. She was just standing there; she wasn’t even trying. One of her arms went around her waist self-consciously. I must have gawked too hard.

  I kissed her. It took a few seconds before I felt her loosen up. That arm around her waist dropped, and she parted her lips for me. I grabbed her, holding her so our bodies touched. She was smooth and small and soft. I put a hand in her hair, tilting her head back so I could lick and suck the skin on her neck. She let out a little sigh, reaching between us, trying to get my pants off.

  I pushed her forward gently, so she felt the edge of the bed and sat down. She was quick, getting the zipper out of the way before she pulled my pants down. I took them off, pulling my underwear down at the same time. I was hard. Ready to go. She looked up at me before she leaned forward and slowly sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned, letting my head fall back.

  She was good at that. She had made me come in her mouth before, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I leaned down and kissed her, pushing her down on the bed underneath me. She arched her back as I reached under there to unhook her bra, taking it off and throwing it where the rest of our clothes were. Her nipples were pale and pink. Hard. I had never touched her there, I realized, annoyed. I pinched one, sucking the other. Something warm filled my mouth, and it took me a second to realize what it was. A second was long enough because Adina was pushing me away, struggling to get out from under me.

  She wriggled all the way off the bed, getting off on the other side.

  “Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I’m so sorry.” She was standing on the other side of the bed covering herself with one of the pillows off the bed.

  “Adina, it’s not a big deal. Don’t apologize. Come back to bed.” She looked like she was going to cry. I climbed over the bed and went to her. I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “Honey, it’s fine,” I said to her.

  “No, it’s not. I pumped before I got here. I shouldn’t-” she slowed down, burying her face in my chest. “I’m so embarrassed,” she mumbled.

  “Don’t be,” I told her, I tilted her face up so I could kiss her. She sighed.

  “Was it gross?” she asked. I shook my head. It wasn’t. It was fine. I’d swallowed it. She was worried I thought it was gross? I had asked her to swallow my come before; that stuff wasn’t even supposed to go in your mouth if you thought about it.

  “Could you give me a second?” she asked. I let her go to the bathroom. I sighed and flopped back onto the bed on my back. Was this weird? Would she want me to stop? I mean, it wasn’t gross. I didn’t hate it. I sort of liked it. I would suck her nipples in any other situation—why not then? I wouldn’t if she didn’t want me to. Like, if she thought it would starve her kid or whatever. I heard the shower turn on. Great, she was cleaning up. I closed my eyes and jerked my cock. We had never even gotten to the fun part.

  She could have at least helped me finish. God, it felt pathetic jerking off when I had a naked girl in the bathroom. She hadn’t even taken it all off. It had been too long since I’d made her come. I rubbed my cock harder. The shower was still on. I imaged Adina naked. Fully naked, lathered up and slippery in there. Her cheeks would turn pink in the heat of the shower. I could see her pushed up against the wall with me between her legs. Eating her out. Fucking her. Her face in the mirror when I had her bent over the sink, fucking her from behind. Her lips and what I knew she could do with them.

  “Thanks for starting without me,” she said. My eyes flew open. The room was quiet again. I hadn’t noticed her coming back out of the bathroom. She was standing at the foot of the bed, wet, wrapped in a towel. I slowed my hand down, leaning up on one elbow so I could look at her.


  “You ditched me. I had to take matters into my own hands.” She crawled up onto the bed and straddled me. I felt the heat coming from her core. She ran her hand over the underside of my cock.

  “You want me to leave you alone so you can finish?” she asked.

  “I want you to slide down on my cock and let me fuck you.” She smiled wickedly.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  “In the pocket of my pants,” I told her.

  “I don’t want to use one,” she said sexily. I sat up and started pulling the towel off of her. The panties were gone. She used her hand to slide my cock into her, nice and smooth, all the way in. She moaned and stopped, feeling me stretch her out.

  “Oh my god, Marcus,” she moaned. Her hands went in my hair, and she buried her face in my neck. She rode slowly, at least in the beginning. She whimpered into my neck, cursing and biting down on my skin, speeding up, fucking herself on my cock.

  It took everything I had not to flip us over and pin her down, drilling her till she screamed. The sight in front of me was priceless. Her eyes shut, her lips open, her body naked and my cock, raw inside her. Skin to skin.

  I lay on my back and groaned watching her. Her round tits bounced with every thrust. Those delicious pink nipples were rock hard. I loved the curve in her waist, and how she looked with her head back, moaning because of my cock.

  “Just like that,” I sighed, feeling her squeeze tight around me. I could feel myself close to the edge. I wasn’t coming before I heard her scream my name. I grabbed her around the waist and rolled us over, pinning her arms at her sides and fucking her hard. Slamming into her tight pussy. Pulling her legs up so I could bury myself in her.

  She screamed, cursing as I sunk into her as hard as I could. She couldn’t even tell me she was about to come before her eyes shut and shuddered underneath me. She clenched around me so hard I nearly didn’t make the pullout. I came on her stomach, emptying myself all over her. I collapsed onto the bed next to her. We didn’t say anything for a while. We couldn’t. I felt her small hand lace her fingers with mine, next to me. She was looking at me.