Sins & Mistrust (15 page)

I huff. “You wouldn’t do that.”

He just shrugs. I know he’s just trying to fuck with my head, but dammit if it’s not working.

“You know the way to keep me here with you,” he says before catching the eye of the waitress and giving her another smile and wink. She ducks her head with a smile and heads to the bar. “I’ll be back.”

I watch him as he saunters towards the bar…and the waitress. I growl and run my hand through my hair as I watch him approach her. Taking a huge swallow of my whiskey, I adjust my body to get a better view of them.

She looks surprised to see him, and then he must say something, because she begins to laugh. Her hand lands on his shoulder and Marc looks back at me and winks. Turning his attention back to the waitress, he pulls his phone out and they both look down at it. Is he getting her number?

The waitress looks back at me, no smile visible on her face. She and Marc talk some more, and then they take a picture together with his phone. What the fuck is this? He stays facing me, but he’s messing with his phone and not noticing my angry demeanor. Maybe it’s jealous demeanor. Same thing.

He leans in and kisses her cheek before returning to the table.

“What the fuck was that?” I demand.

“What?” he feigns confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about. The laughing, flirting, exchanging numbers, and taking pictures. What’s that about? Are you seriously thinking of picking up a woman while you’re staying with another?” My body vibrates with anger.

“You can stop it from happening,” he says. “If you really want to.”

“I’m too pissed to want to ask you for anything,” I growl.

“Well, fine.”

He stands up and gestures to the waitress, who starts walking towards us. Marc meets her halfway, gives her money for our drinks and food and then whispers something in her ear. She giggles and looks at me briefly.

“Have a good night!” she calls to him.

I storm out into the night air and Marc is right behind me. Instead of standing in front of the building, waiting for a cab, he starts walking down the street.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I yell out.

He doesn’t answer. I quicken my pace and catch up to him, but he doesn’t even bother looking at me.

“I said, where are you going?”

“I’m going back to my room,” he grumbles. “I don’t need you to walk with me. I’m a big boy.”

This man is so frustrating!

“Are you going to let Thalia know that she doesn’t need to meet us anymore, or will you be too busy with the waitress?”

Marc turns quickly and faces me. His face is tense and angry. What the fuck does he have to be angry about? He looks around and then pulls me by my lapels to this dark alcove in a building that isn’t open. Pushing me up against the brick wall, he puts his face inches from mine.

“I’m not fucking the waitress. Nathalia knows where I am, and where I will be tonight. So, why don’t you stop acting like some sort of jealous boyfriend? You and Nathalia aren’t together, and never have been. You aren’t with me, and never will be. It shouldn’t matter to you who I am or am not planning on fucking tonight. It’s not going to be you.”

I don’t know if it’s his anger, his passion, the look in his eyes, or the way he pushed me against the wall, but my dick hardens and I want him more now than I think I ever have. A plan comes to me.

“You’re both right and wrong,” I say.

His brows furrow, and he looks even more annoyed. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands.

“You’re right, you won’t be fucking the waitress tonight, but you’re wrong about not fucking me. You will be,” I say as I pull his lower half into my own.

“No. I won’t,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You will,” I say with a smirk. “Marc,” I breathe, bringing our mouths closer together. “Kiss me.”

Our lips are a hair’s breadth away. I can tell he’s struggling with himself, but I choose to make it easier for him. I can’t do this anymore. I need him. I want him, and at this point, I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make sure it happens.

“Please,” I pant out, my lips brushing against his as I speak the one word he’s been waiting to hear.

Without warning his mouth crushes against mine. His tongue parts my lips and delves deep into my mouth. Nothing about this kiss is soft and sweet, and I’m glad it’s not. I’m finding that I prefer him angry, forceful, and rough. He pins me to the wall with his hips, both of our dicks growing in length and thickness as they’re pushed together. My fingers run through his soft hair and pull. A hiss escapes his mouth and then his hand is on the side of my face, his fingers on the back of my head, and his thumb lying across my jawline. He pulls me closer to his mouth, and then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down.

A growl is ripped from my throat as I push back and have him up against the other side of the alcove. I barricade him between my arms, but his hand comes up and pulls my hair hard enough to expose my neck to him. His tongue licks my heated flesh from my Adam’s apple to my ear. He gives me another small bite below my lobe, and it sends chills down my body.

Our mouths connect again, and I suck his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a groan from his throat. He pulls back, but just as quickly sticks his tongue back into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. Marc places both hands on the sides of my face, making sure there’s no way I can get away from him. My hands go to his back, feeling every muscled ridge, and I pull him closer to my body.

We’re a mass of grunts, groans, and hisses. Our hands are never off of each other. We bite, suck, and lick each other’s necks, lips, and tongues. Anywhere Marc touches me sets me on fire. My cock throbs in my pants, ready to be freed.

This kiss tops any kiss I’ve ever had. I know without a doubt that messing with this man is going to ruin me. I’ve never anticipated being ruined until now.

He forces himself away from me and stares deep in my eyes.

“Tomorrow.”

There’s never been so much promise, possibilities, and hunger put into one word.

He turns on his heel and leaves.

I’m gathering my stuff and getting ready to finally head back to my room. It’s been a long and stressful day, and I just want to go take a bubble bath and lie down. I’ve already heard from Marc and know that I’m no longer meeting him and Lincoln at a bar.

I laugh when I think about the text Marc sent me earlier in the night; the picture of him and the waitress. He told me he was doing it just to fuck with Lincoln, and it very clearly worked. He also took a picture of an extremely pissed off Lincoln and sent it to me.

When I walk into my room, I’m carrying an armful of papers, my purse dangles from my wrist, and I drop them all on the table near the door. Marc walks in from the bedroom and gives me a small smile.

“Hey, you finally made it,” he says, coming towards me.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” I say with a laugh.

“I’d have come and kidnapped you,” he jokes.

He gives me a kiss and then lifts me in his arms. My right arm goes around his neck, and my legs dangle over his arm.

“You sweeping me off my feet?” I ask, nuzzling into his neck.

“Trying to.”

“It’s working,” I say sleepily.

He carries me through the living area, and into the bedroom. When I think he’s going to deposit me on the bed, he doesn’t. He continues to the bathroom and then places me on the counter.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond, he takes my foot and pulls my heel off and drops it to the floor before giving me a quick massage. I moan as I feel his strong fingers pressing into my aching foot. He does the same thing to my other foot, and then pulls me off the counter. Reaching around me, he unzips the zipper on my pencil skirt and lets it pool around my feet.

After he’s finished undressing me completely, I find I’m not as tired as I once thought. Feeling his hands graze over my body as he softly and gently pulled my clothes off has given me a second wind.

He grabs me by the hand I and I obediently follow him. We walk the length of the large bathroom and when I see the bathtub, I want to cry. He’s run me a bubble bath in the large Jacuzzi-style tub.

Lifting me off of my feet, he deposits me gently into the water, the sleeves of his shirt getting wet.

“How’d you know?” I ask through my huge smile.

He winks at me. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait, where are you going? Why don’t you join me?”

“I’ll be back,” he repeats with a smile.

I stretch underneath the bubbles, and close my eyes as I rest my head on the black cushion behind my head.

A few minutes later, I hear footsteps and I open my eyes to the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen. Marc struts in, naked, holding two glasses of wine. Placing the glasses along the edge of the tub, he climbs in across from me.

“Told you I’d be back.”

“You really like to make an entrance, don’t you?”

He shrugs and hands me my glass. “I figured you’d want to relax, and I’m here to relax with you.”

“Thank you, Marc. That’s very sweet.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“So,” I say, taking a sip of the wine. “Please tell me more about what went on with Lincoln tonight. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when you sent that picture of him looking so pissed off.”

“He thought I was getting the waitress’ number,” he laughs. “I knew he was getting pissed each time she came over to the table. She was very flirtatious, but apparently Lincoln didn’t appreciate it.”

“Lincoln,” I say, shaking my head. I know all too well how Lincoln can be with jealousy.

“Anyway, my plan worked,” he says with a triumphant smile.

“Oh it did, did it?” I say, raising my brows. “What happened?”

“Well, I left and told the waitress that we had succeeded in pissing him off. She found it funny, and wished me and you luck with dealing with him.”

“She wasn’t at all mad that you weren’t really interested in her?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure she wouldn’t turn down the chance at being with all of us,” he says, wiggling his brows.

A laugh escapes my throat. “Okay, we still haven’t even done the one that was planned.”

“I know. Anyway, after I left the bar, I began walking back to the hotel and Lincoln pretty much chased me down, asking if I was going to be too busy with the waitress tonight to let you know not to meet us.”

“Aww.”

“He didn’t want me to hurt you. Gotta respect him for that.”

“Yeah, or he didn’t want you to hurt him.”

He gives me a funny look but doesn’t respond to my comment. “Well, I got angry and told him you knew where I’d be and that he needed to stop acting like a jealous boyfriend, and not worry about who I was fucking because it wasn’t going to be him.”

My eyes go wide. “What did he say?” I ask in a whisper before taking another sip.

“He said I would be fucking him, and as we were pushed up against each other, he asked me to kiss him.”

“He actually asked?” I ask, slightly surprised.

“Well, he said
kiss me
and then he said
please.
”

“Wow. So, I take it you did?”

“Yeah. It was quite the angry, passionate kiss. Then I left.”

“Oh my gosh, Marc!” I squeal. “He’s probably so pissed.”

“He’ll be all right.”

I laugh for a few minutes. “Well, he did only ask for a kiss.”

Marc smiles at me and finishes his wine before placing the glass on the floor next to the tub.

“Well, I’m kind of jealous,” I say, pouting my lips.

Marc looks shocked. “If you don’t want me messing with him, I won’t. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I smile at him. “I mean, I’m jealous in the sense that I wasn’t there to watch that whole thing go down. I want to watch you two together. I’m sure just watching you two talk to each other is sexy.”

A look of relief crosses his face and then the corners of his mouth lift. “Are you sure you’re okay with all of…this?”

“Marc,” I say, putting my glass down and moving towards him. “I’m really sure.” I climb into his lap and straddle him. Running my hands through his hair, I look into his eyes. “This is what I wanted, right? I’m just glad you aren’t judging me for wanting to be with two men. It works out better for me that the two men I’ve chosen for this like men as well. I’m dying to watch you two together. I’d pay for that alone,” I say with a giggle.