Marcus (Savage Kings MC – South Carolina Book Series 9)
Marcus: Chapter 25

While I want to believe what Marcus said earlier, to believe he’s really falling for me, that there’s more between us than just great sex, I still think he’s hiding shit from me. For one, where does he go every day?

With that thought in mind, my curiosity gets the best of me. As soon as he’s down for the count that night, I slip out of bed and tiptoe around the room. His cell phone is lying on top of a charging block, so I pick it up and take it into the living room to do a little digging.

There’s no code, which isn’t surprising. Marcus isn’t the type to lose his phone, to leave it somewhere. And you would have to be a fool to try and steal it from his pocket or his home.

First, I pull up his text messages. The most recent ones are either random solicitations or conversations with men who are saved by their names in his contacts. Most of the messages are from Roman, who I know is the president of the Savage Kings.

Okay, so just because there are no recent chats doesn’t mean he hasn’t had any, and just deleted them before coming home every night.

That’s why I go to his contacts and scroll through them. Again, male names, only a few female ones, which means he’s not got a long list of booty calls.

Finally, I pull up the browser.

I’m not even surprised to replace porn. He’s a single man, so I think that’s pretty much what they do in their free time – jerk off to porn.

I make sure the volume is all the way down before I play one of the videos.

No shocker there either – a naked woman is bent over a chair getting spanked by a man holding a folded belt. It reminds me, of course, of the first night I came over. Although, instead of eating her out afterward, the man throws the belt down. With his chest still heaving from exertion, he pulls his dick out and fucks her hard and fast from behind.

After a few minutes of showing his bare ass clenching with every thrust, the camera changes to a close up view of the woman’s face. Her eyes are closed, lips parted in what is clearly ecstasy. She’s enjoying herself even after the beating he gave her.

That’s sort of a relief. Marcus isn’t into spanking and fucking a woman without her consent. No, that seems to be what he loves most, to be allowed to hurt me to get off the way he most enjoys.

Now hot and bothered with nothing to do but either finger myself or go back to bed, I choose the second option.

After I put Marcus’s phone back on the charger, I slip into my side of the bed.

I’ve just laid my head on the pillow when the sleeping man nearly jackknives awake in a flurry of arms and legs. Marcus sits up panting from what was obviously a bad dream while I close my eyes and pretend like I’ve been asleep the whole time and not snooping through his phone.

Marcus

I jerk awake in a panic.

Sitting straight up, a cold, damp sweat coats the back of my neck after some dream I’ve mostly forgotten that fast. My palm reaches over automatically, and I feel Teagan’s upper arm as she sleeps on her side facing me.

While I may not remember all of the details that woke me up with dread – I recall enough to know I was dreaming that I was right here, in my bed, alone.

Fucking hell.

I don’t even recognize the man I’m turning into.

This…out of control, possessive feeling inside of me is brand new. Maybe because it’s been a decade since I had a woman for more than a night. I forgot what it felt like to have someone to lose.

And I don’t want to lose Teagan. Not yet. I know I will eventually, though. I’m not saying I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with her or anything. I just want her to stay mine a little longer – until she can no longer stand the sight of me or handle me being a pain in her ass. Literally.

At least I was able to relinquish control of her motorcycle key. When I leave the house, I no longer take it with me since that was just too fucked up. It’s not like I could stop her from leaving anyway if she really wanted to. Bondage has never been my thing. No, I want a woman to willingly bend over and let me have my way with her ass – in every sense of the word, while being able to walk away if it gets to be too much. No safe words needed.

Still, I have this churning of worry in my gut every time I leave the house, wondering if I’ll return home and replace Teagan’s bike gone. Not like gone because she’s out running an errand, but gone as in never coming back again.

I don’t want to tie her down and make her stay, so I’ve been trying to reel in my need to hold her hostage as best I can, knowing that letting it get out of control is one surefire way to send her running.

And oddly enough, it’s not just the sex that I miss when I’m away from her either.

I didn’t think I could ever care about a woman for more than appreciating a nice body and fine ass that I get to mark.

Earlier, when I told Teagan she was one of a kind, I wasn’t lying.

She’s…different.

I’m just happy to see her face when I walk in the door, because it means she’s stayed with me for at least one more night.

The urge to slap her ass, to leave behind my handprint or welt is still there but not as strong as before.

In fact, right now, as I watch the slight movements of her chest as she breathes quietly in the darkness, her face lying comfortably on the pillow next to mine, I don’t even want to hurt her.

No, I just want to hold her and kiss her.

I lean down to do just that, a light brush of my lips over hers once, then twice as I try to come to terms with the thoughts in my head about her, the feelings in my chest that I’ve never felt before.

On the third kiss, which is supposed to be the last, Teagan lips move against my own, kissing me back.

She’s awake either from me putting my mouth on hers or from the movement I caused when I woke up. Either way, her tongue swipes over my lips, and I’m a goner.

I kiss her back and, needing to be as close to her as possible, I slide over until I’m on top of her.

Teagan wraps her arms around me, pulling me down on her. She spreads her legs, letting my body fit against hers. A roll of her hips and then both of us are moving together in that desperate way. My cock is so hard it’s about to jut out of the front opening my boxer briefs to get to her hot, bare pussy because she either sleeps naked or in just my t-shirt, like tonight.

I need to be inside of her so bad I ache all over, but I don’t want to stop kissing her or moving against her long enough to replace a condom.

As if thinking the same thing, Teagan’s hands move to my hips to shove the waistband of my boxer briefs down my legs. Once they’re to my knees, I kick them off the rest of the way. Then, we’re lined up so perfectly that all I have to do is rock forward and I’m sliding inside of her dripping wet entrance. She’s soaking wet already, making me groan against her mouth as I move slowly in and out of her, savoring every tight, slick inch.

I’ve never been with a woman like this with so much…intimacy between us. It makes me feel physically, emotionally, hell, spiritually closer to Teagan than I’ve ever been to another soul. Deep down, I know I won’t ever feel this with anyone but her.

Even my release is different. What’s usually a selfish act of trying to get off during sex is something else.

I’m inside of her, no barriers between us, and I just want to fill her up with as much of me as I can so that she never feels empty again.

Because somehow, being near her is all I need to feel complete.