“I’m confused or still high. What do you mean everything has been taken care of? I didn’t give you any money last night.”
“Honey, I have no idea. I just know this is the paperwork I’m supposed to give you before I wheel you down to the lobby. I called a cab for you, and he’s waiting to take you to your hotel.”
Presley’s head still felt a little hollow after whatever cocktail they’d pumped into her last night. She was a total lightweight when it came to any sort of painkiller, alcohol included. She hated to argue with the young lady, but there was some sort of clerical error. She still owed for an ambulance ride, an emergency room visit, and the lovely accommodations she woke up in this morning. “Look I hate to be a pain in your behind, but someone made a mistake.”
“No mistake was made, Presley. The bill was settled.”
Presley looked over the nurse’s shoulder to the source of that deep voice. Oh, my. Who was this hunk of yum? The nurse apparently knew him because she immediately forgot about Presley and started gushing over tall, dark, and hotness.
“Marcus! It’s a pleasure to see you. Did you see that my car was back in your lot again? Picked up another nail. Can you imagine?” The high tinkling laughter that followed plucked Presley’s already frayed nerves.
“Third one in a month. You should start watching yourself, Rhonda. The boys are wondering where in the world you’re parking to keep having such bad luck,” Hunk of Yum managed to say with zero sarcasm. That took skill. Presley was a stranger to this place, but even she could see the play being made.
“Well, I reckon it’s just at my apartment complex. I mean, I’d love for you to come over and check it out. I could make you a meal as a thank-you for all that you do for me,” Rhonda said with a throaty purr.
Presley rolled her eyes at the woman’s obvious ploy. Seriously? She was probably shoving those nails into her own tires in hopes this guy would shove something in her…well, you know. Snorting at the thought, she looked up to see Nurse Horny Toad and Hunk of Yum staring at her. One in annoyance, one with humor. Wait, had she said that out loud…oh shit. “Uhmmm, did I just say something? Occasionally I think out loud. Ignore it, really, occupational hazard.”
“I’ll go see if her cab is here,” the nurse said with a definite chill to her tone.
Presley watched as the woman stormed out the door. Yep, she’d opened her big mouth. Pasting on a bright smile, she looked up at the man towering over her wheelchair. She was trying hard not to stare, but she was positive she was failing. “Hi there, sorry about that. I’m Presley Harper. If I understood correctly, you’re with the car lot? How bad is the damage?”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
She didn’t know if she liked that smile on his face. And she would have remembered meeting that face for sure. “We’ve met?”
“I’m crushed you don’t remember me. You even told me I was pretty…like a princess.” He didn’t try very hard to keep the laughter out of his voice.
Presley’s eyes widened in mortification as a sliver of a memory passed through her tired brain. “Oh, my gosh, you were here last night.”
“I was. We talked for about ten minutes before you went headfirst into dreamy time. My dog, Atticus, caused your wreck. Anything coming back to you?”
The more he talked, the more Presley remembered. She really had called him pretty. Lord help her, the man probably thought she was a nutcase. “Yeah, unfortunately it is all coming back to me. You are Marcus from the car place. Ugh, sometimes my filter doesn’t work so well between my brain and my mouth. I’m working on it, sort of.” If the broad smile on his face was any indication, he didn’t mind that she’d insulted his hotness by calling him a pretty princess.
“No problem. You were under the influence at the time. I just swung by to check on you.”
“That was very nice of you. I’m fine now. Tiny headache is all. How’s your dog? Atticus, was it?” Presley still couldn’t believe she’d hit an animal. When she was sixteen, she’d hit a squirrel and cried for hours.
“Doing great. I’m going to pick him up after I leave here. Do you need anything?” Marcus answered.
Presley waved away the nice offer. She wondered if all small-town people where this friendly. “No, I’m good. The hospital called a cab to take me to a hotel. I just have to figure out what the billing department has done with my bill and I’ll be ready to head out.”
“I paid your bill. It’s the least I could do for you after you chose to hit a steel pole instead of my dog.” He delivered that information with about as much emotion as if he were telling her he was buying lunch today. Hospital bills were crazy expensive.
“That wasn’t necessary. I have the funds to cover it.” Just funds she didn’t quite have access to right this moment. She absolutely refused to have this man pay that much money for something she’d done. “Go unpay it.”
“I choose the beast.”
The words still reverberated through his body, licking along the edges and stroking the fires that already felt close to burning out of control. He looked across the room and watched Presley run a delicate hand across the mantel top, stopping to admire odds and ends he’d placed there absentmindedly over the years.
“Your home is beautiful, Marcus.” Her voice was soft, hesitant. Gone was the firebrand who’d threatened to kick a man’s balls back up into his throat.
“Come to me, Presley.”
He watched as she shored her courage and crossed the room to stand directly in front of him. He gently took her hand and placed a kiss on her fist. “The beast is hungry, sugar.” He gave no warning as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder before striding upstairs to the large master bedroom. Marcus walked to the center of the room and had a seat on the end of the king-size mattress before sliding Presley off his shoulder to stand directly in front of him.
“Take it all off, sugar.” He saw her hesitate for a moment before she kicked off her shoes and then unbuttoned her pants.
Her panties and pants hit the floor, and he couldn’t hold in the groan at the sight of her nearly bare pussy. Above her hood, as if guarding the treasure below, sat a cute tiny thatch of red curls. The lips, already coated with her juices, were too much of a temptation to pass by. “I thought I could take it slow and easy now that I’ve got you here, sugar, but forgive me.” Marcus pulled her into the circle of his arms and hoisted her up and into the center of the bed and situated himself between her splayed legs. “Now that is a beautiful pussy.” He enjoyed the moan and the sight of yet more drops of her essence coating her and the sheets beneath them. “I need to taste you, Presley. I know we have much to work out between us, but you make me crazy, sugar.” Giving in to temptation, he ran his tongue along the seam of her opening.
She bucked and groaned beneath him, one hand going to his head while the other fisted in the sheets. Again, his tongue ran the length of her pussy. He stopped at her sweet little pink clit long enough to wrap his tongue around the bud. She moaned low and tried to pull her knees together even as her hand tightened the hold on his hair.
“You taste like a dream.” He lapped slowly at her center again. Treating it like he would an ice cream cone. Long, slow, slumberous licks that had her moaning and begging for completion. The poor darling had no idea how generous he was being in this moment. How hard he’d push her in the future to ensure the most pleasure for her body.
He took her clit into his mouth and began sucking and working it with his tongue. She keened a cry of pleasure and plunged both hands into his hair to guide him where she needed, her hips lifting into his every touch. Marcus felt the moment her body tensed at the brink of orgasm. He plunged a finger into her channel, hitting that sweet little spot hidden high in a woman’s pussy. She screamed her orgasm, her body bucking under his ministrations. The sweet taste of her cum filled his mouth as he left her clit to lick at the bounty of cream. She tasted like heaven. He ate at her until her body began twitching in protest. She was a mess. Hair tangled, mascara running onto her cheeks, and sweat coating her flushed skin. She looked like a well-fucked woman. A state he planned on keeping her in.
Coming up onto his knees, he pulled off his T-shirt before toeing off his shoes. Presley was watching him closely as he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free as he pulled his pants the rest of the way off.
“Fucking ambrosia,” he said as he finally looked up from his feast.
“Marcus, I don’t know if it’ll fit. You’re rather larger than, well, anyone I’ve been with before.”
Presley had pushed up on to her elbows and was eyeing his dick like it was an alien being. Goddamned cock. It was fun to brag and show it off when he’d been a stupid teenager. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d had to coax a partner out of near hysteria at the thought of taking him.
“It’ll fit this snug little pussy like a dream,” Marcus said as he pushed her thighs apart and placed the tip of his cock at her opening, the heat of her scalding him even through the latex covering him.