Page 96 of Fumble Into the End Zone
We both looked at my restrained hands, and he grinned. Marcus rubbed the tip of his dick against my opening.
“You are in quite a predicament, Mia, but I’ll help you out,” he said and then pushed inside me.
The width and length of his dick greeted my walls with vigor. He gripped my thighs, pulling them apart more as he adjusted his stroke. I wanted to reach for him, but I couldn’t.
“I promise, I fucking love you,” he moaned.
“You gon’ get all this cum. Trying to swallow all the time to avoid this baby trap,” he said.
Marcus accused me of this same thing in New Orleans. He grabbed the leather strap and continued to fuck me hard andintense. Each stroke held a purpose for him, and I encouraged him by submitting.
Three hours later and after round two, I dangled a vine of green grapes above Marcus’s lips. As he opened his mouth, I lowered one and then pulled it away. After we showered, I changed the linens and remained topless. Marcus loved to rest against my bare breasts after sex. We were cuddled up as I fed him from the spread of fruit and cheeses resting on the bed beside us. I reached for a strawberry, lining it with the curve of his lips before he opened them. Watching him bite down on the fruit raced my heart.
“You are a beautiful man,” I said.
He snuggled more into my breast and we both laughed. Marcus pulled back and caressed my face, bringing forth my natural shyness.
“Baby, how do I get a ring on your finger?” he asked.
The question caught me off guard. Marcus joked about us getting married and on occasion, he called me his wife, but this was different. A look of determination sat in his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. As Marcus lifted, I followed his motion.
“Mia, I’m serious. Tell me. I want you to be my wife and mother to my daughter,” he said.
I covered my mouth to find my words. “Two things will get a ring on this finger. First, keep being you and second, I want you to book one appointment with my therapist,” I said and paused him with my hands. “I’m not saying you’re crazy or anything, but you have been through a lot. If Dr. Choice doesn’t convince youto book another appointment, I won’t push it, and I’ll skip right down the aisle.”
“One appointment and it’s an automatic yes?” Marcus questioned with a smirk.
“Yes, but you better put some effort into your proposal. I earned it,” I said with a tilted head and pursed lips.
“Give me the number,” he said.
I rotated to secure my phone from the nightstand. Facing Marcus, I scrolled through the contacts and sent him the number to Dr. Choice. I witnessed him saving the number. Before he could call, his phone vibrated with the 305 area code. He silenced the phone, waiting for it to stop ringing as I stared at him in confusion.
“Who the fuck is she?” I asked.
My nostrils hiked as I bit down hard on my bottom lip. Marcus furrowed his brows at me in confusion.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” I asked.
At the same time, a text message came through with the same area code. Marcus glared at me as if I’d grown another arm.
“I’m not getting cheated on again,” I said and threw back the sheet to exit.
I moved to get off the bed, but found it hard to move. Marcus gripped my elbow.
“Mia, will you give me a chance to answer?” he said and tried to prevent me from leaving.
“I’m not interested in any lies or polygamy bullshit, Marcus. I left it in my past. When a man doesn’t answer his phone, it’s because of a bitch,” I said and tried to loosen his grip.
“Mia!” Marcus raised his voice, and I sat motionless.
“I’m not your ex. Stop comparing me to him. I would hope you would think higher of me. It’s my trash ass mother calling. Check the text thread if you need to verify. Hell, call her back. She calls every week on this, ‘I’m sorry’ bullshit,” he said.
Marcus removed his grip from me and pushed the phone toward me.
“Read it,” he requested with a tightened jawline.
I lifted his unlocked phone and strolled through it. Marcus had five contacts total including me, Harley’s iPad, Granny, Ms. Renee and Bryce. His coach wasn’t even in his phone. I shuffled over to his text messages, finding the 305 threads.
