Page 43 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“Me and Harley can handle it,” he said.
I entered my bedroom and selected my green and cream one piece bathing suit. Viewing my body, I was happy, even with my pudge. Marcus held no problems showing every part of me attention. I exited the kitchen and burst into laughter. Harley was resting on my lounge float with her legs crossed as it moved across my infinity pool. Marcus sat on the edge with his legs dangling in the water. I pointed to Harley, and he shrugged before he patted the spot next to him.You can do this.Kneeling, he helped me sit next to him.
“Who is the little person in my pool?” I asked in a joking tone.
Marcus dropped his head before he answered. “My seven-year-old with an old woman’s soul.”
I nudged his side. “You are doing good, Marcus. She is respectful and has manners.”
“Yea. You will have to thank Granny. We ran behind because I told her it’s okay not to wear a T-shirt over her swimsuit. She went on to tell me it wasn’t lady-like. Whatever her grandmother says is the law,” he said, and I covered my mouth to hide my laughter.
“I believe you played some parts in it, but a southern grandmother’s word is technically the gospel,” I said and we both agreed with a nod.
With Harley’s float turned, he lifted my hand and kissed it. “Mia, I want you for myself and my daughter. How can we get you there?” he asked.
Marcus’s eyes followed as I leaned my body in the opposite direction.
“I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you guys but considering the short time we spent together, you’re asking me... Wait, let mebe direct. Two years ago, I broke off a relationship with my ex, Nathan, and he shut me out of his daughter’s life. He allowed me to love and raise Onna. It sent me into a dark, spiraling place. I cannot go back there. I can’t. I hope you understand,” I said and tried retreating my hand with no success.
He scanned the pool to put eyes on Harley. “I’m not him, and Onna is not Harley. Mia, most men have children. Are you going to allow him to dictate who to love?”
Marcus reminded me of my therapist, my mother and, of all people, Stacie.
“I have baggage. And you are young. Enjoy your youth. Mine was stolen,” I said.
“I’ve lived a life beyond my twenty-two years. We all have baggage. Mia, I was abandoned by my mother. I have an arrest record and I’m a single father. Let’s see... I’m a loner. Harley forces me to be social, otherwise, I would play football and go home. There are a few other things wrong with me. Oh, it’s hard for me to trust people. But my grandfather told me you will know your wife when you meet her and it’s you, Mia. I can’t explain it. I just know. The same way I knew that raising Harley was the right thing to do, attending Ohio instead of Cali, and to trust Bryce.”
Marcus spoke to me from a place I don’t think he allowed many people to venture. The warmth of his hands and the depth of his gaze coated the nervous cold energy I held.
“I believe you. And I want to throw caution to the wind and run away with you. But I have to protect Mia this time.”
Marcus examined me as if he was trying to figure out his next move.
“If I can offer you some kind of assurance, I wouldn’t rip Harley away. Would you reconsider?” he asked, and my brows crowded.
He chuckled with a plan behind his smile.
“Marcus, if you could figure out a way to protect my heart, I will move in with you today.”
A slow smile crept on his face.
“Remember your words. When I pull up, I need your bags in the car and curled up in my king-sized bed,” he said.
I sat up and pulled my back to my shoulders. “If you can pull it off. I will be waiting in the driveway. I’m a woman of my word, Mr. Allen,” I said, and he chuckled.
“Oh, and I fully expect you to hover those thick thighs over my face tonight. And moisturize this beard with your cum. Now, let’s break up Harley’s little party,” he said.
Marcus jumped into the water and pulled me with him. We splashed water at each other and then set our eyes on the diva.
Standing a few inches from my front door, I took in Marcus glaring at me through the glass. He did what he said he would, drop off Harley with his grandmother and come back. The lust in his brown eyes exposed what he wanted. I reached for the latch and he let himself inside, securing the door behind him. We stood with a body length of space between us.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting on my face instead of standing?” he asked.
He pointed in the direction of the bedroom and I strutted down the hall. Crossing the threshold of my bedroom, we discarded our clothes as our tongues battled. Once naked, I admired the width and length of his dick and wondered how I took him inside me last night.
“You’re still standing,” he said.
Marcus climbed on the bed and tapped his mouth, and I paused.
