Marcus: The M Series, Book Three (26 page)

Ms. Jones chuckled as she put a pillow under Mariah's arm. Mariah moved her nipple at Alex's mouth. He took to it like a champ, right away.

I grinned big. “That's my boy!”

“Buzz if you need anything, Mariah,” Ms. Jones murmured, shaking her head as she walked to the door.

“Thank you, Millie,” she murmured, smiling at our son.

I sat in a chair next to her, fisted my chin on the bed, and watched with a smile as Alex enjoyed his first meal.

“You look beautiful.”

She looked at me cautiously. “Sure you don't want to run?”

“Run where? My place is with you and my sons, baby. Always.”

“Are you sure? It's not every day you become a husband and a father in less than an hour.” She sighed. “Besides, you said no to this–”

“Mariah, shut up. I was an idiot. Of course I want this; you and them. I may even be able to handle a couple more of them.”

She gave me a look that screamed ‘you aren't touching me ever again, Mister.’

“Let's revisit this in five years, Marcus.”

I leaned over and kiss her. “How about three?”

She stared at me, frowning, then she relaxed. “Fine, discussion in three. Maybe we'll have a girl and we'll be complete.”

“But she'll need a sister,” I argued. “Donnie and Alex have one another, baby. It’s only fair.”

“Out,” Mariah laughed at me. I smiled when Alex had gotten his fill, and just in time. Donnie was starting to get antsy.

“Let's hope this pattern keeps up. I don't want to think about having to feed both of them at the same time.”

“We can get a breast pump. I can feed one while you feed the other. And it'll make weaning easier,” I murmured taking Donnie to her then placed Alex on my shoulder and gently patted his back.

“How is that going to work while you're working,” she asked as she moved Donnie to her other breast. She gasped when he latched on faster than his brother.

I smiled at her. “I took a leave of absence. I have four months off.”

“You didn't!”

“I did. It helps that my father-in-law is the on the hospital’s board and I’m a partner at the clinic.” I grinned. “So you have me for four months, Mrs. Cannon. How on earth will we fill the time?”

Alex burped loudly.

“I guess he told you how, boo.”

We softly laughed then Mariah sighed. “What's that key for, Marcus?”

“That key, baby, is for your new home.”

She was definitely stunned. “What? You want to leave the apartment?”

“We have to... it's not safe for growing children.”

She looked down and stared at Donnie as he eats. A tear fell on her exposed breast. I placed a sleeping Alex back in the nursery bed then went to Mariah's side.

“What's wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. You're right; we can't stay in that apartment.”

“You don't want to leave it?”

She shook her head. “I love that place, Marcus. It's where you and I started on us.”

“I hate that apartment, now, baby. I haven't been there since I hired that detective to find you. I always send Matthew or Joshua if I need something. Besides, I’ve already put it on the market.”

She looked at me. “You hate it?”

“Mariah, it's... very hard to be there. I could not be there without you. I told you after that breakup we had over my name that you’ve haunted that place for me.  Now, every time I see the building, I feel dread and hatred and I can’t raise our sons, even for five minutes, there. We need to start fresh, baby.”

“Marcus –”

“Baby, please. It doesn't matter where we go, except that apartment. I’ll sell the new house and we’ll live with one of our parents until I buy another one. I just cannot live in that apartment.”

She looked at me for a long time. Donnie had finally had enough and she snuggled him to her chest as she burped him.

“All right, Marcus. We'll move.”

“Please don't hate me for this, baby.”

“I don't, boo. I love that apartment and I guess I would feel the same if you left me and I had to live in the place where we laughed and loved. But… you picked a house without me.”

Yes, she gets it. I smiled at her. “Tell you what; since we've agreed to talk about more children in two years, how about then we move into something we both like?”

“What if we love this new place and don't want to leave?”

“Whatever you want, baby. Just not that apartment.”

“Agreed. Do you have your cell? I have to call Madison,” she sighed then gave me a stern look. “And it's three years, not two.”

 

 

August 22, 2012

“I hired a nanny, Boo,” Mariah murmured at my chest.

“Is that what this was for,” I asked as we cuddled in bed after she attacked me when I came back from dropping the twins off with Mother.

“Of course not. Is it hard to believe I wanted you? This is the first time we've been alone since the twins came almost four months ago.”

I played hurt. “Still, I feel... used.”

“Aww... poor, poor Marcus,” she cooed as she straddled me. I held her back.

“Nope... you got me naked and had your wicked way with me. My feelings are very hurt, Mrs. Cannon.”

“Oh, Doctor, you're so sensitive.”

“No. I'm so hurt.”

“Fine. Let me know when you’re over it. I'll go shower and get dressed now.”

I caught her as she got one foot on the floor. She squealed as I threw her on the bed.

“No fucking way,” I said as I bit at her throat. What I really wanted to do was suck that nipple. I was going to do handsprings everywhere when the twins were finally weaned.

Yep, total breast man. I freely admit that. Ass ain’t bad, either.

“I thought your feelings were hurt,” Mariah giggled.

“I accepted your apology,” I whispered sliding back inside her. We groaned together.

“I don't remember giving you one.”

“Sure you did... just now,” I whispered again, slowly stroking my beautiful wife.

She moaned loudly. “If you heard it, then I must have said it.”

“No more talking.” I slid down the bed. I'm going for a squirt this time.

I licked and sucked her clit and she hardened. Suddenly she grabbed my hair and pushed my head further into her. I immediately knew she was close. Hmm... I hadn't done that blowing thing she loves since the twins came. I slowed down my tongue...

“Marcus... don't,” Mariah gasped.

“Don't what, baby,” I murmured against her opening, slowly circling that delicious clit.

“Please don't blow,” she moaned.

“Tit-for-tat, baby, remember?”

Not ten minutes before, she had me begging her to stop as she went after my cock with gusto. I came so hard I thought it was going to shoot off.  It thrilled me to find nothing had changed with us in bed. The first time we made love after Rob cleared her… Well, I was glad Rosa was around to listen out for the twins because I kept her locked in that room for hours after that appointment.

I felt her stiffen and tremble. I blew... sure enough she screamed and squirted. It landed on my chest and rolled down. My cock immediately hardened like steel and throbbed. I flipped her while she shuddered and I slammed into her.

“Marcus, damn it,” she yelped.

I slammed again and she gripped the sheet. I held her sexy shoulders and pounded into her repeatedly, and after a while, she tightened around me and I felt my release creeping up. I slammed once more and collapsed on top of her, kissing her back, entwining our fingers as I shuddered through my hard and hefty release, both of us breathing heavy and sweating. I reluctantly rolled off of her, pulled the sheet over us and held her tight to me.

“I love it when you growl, boo,” Mariah murmured after we’ve calmed, entwining our fingers on my chest.

“Growl? What are you talking about?”

“Right before you cum, you growl,” she giggled. “A low, primal sound. It is so... hot! Drives me insane!”

I looked at her frowning. “I have no idea what you're talking about, baby. News to me.”

“You growl, Marcus. I love it. You better not stop doing it, now that I've told you,” she warned.

“Glad you like it. Just like I love when you squirt. I've never met a woman that did that.”

“I didn't know I did it. I've only–” She cut off and looked away.

I turned her head back to me. “Only what? Tell me.”

She looked so sad. Regretful, even.

“Don't laugh, okay?”

“I won't, baby. What?”

“I only had two orgasms before you,” she whispered looking at our hands.

“What?” I frowned at her. “Does that mean you only had sex twice before me? No, you had four partners before me.”

“No, three partners. I never had sex with Vince, remember?”

“Right. Okay, still you couldn't have had sex only twice before me.”

“No, I didn't,” she whispered.

I quickly sat up. “Wait. Are you saying you had sex numerous times and were only orgasmic twice?”

“Yes,” she answered, turning from me.

I laughed hard and it pissed her off.

“You promised you wouldn't laugh, Marcus,” Mariah shouted, storming into the bathroom.

I heard the shower running and I jumped off the bed, thinking she got three the first time with me in that tub. How is it possible she only had two before that?

I turned the knob; it was locked. I rapped on the door. “Open the door, baby. I won't laugh again.”

“Promise,” she whimpered, making me feel like an ass.

“Yes, baby. I'm sorry.”

I heard the door unlock. I opened it then joined her in the shower. She turned her back to me.

“I told you that… I was trying to show you how I appreciate your... efforts... when we have sex, Marcus.”

“I'm sorry, baby,” I told her, putting my arms around her. I grabbed her body wash and squeeze some in my hands then rubbed it on her body. “I wasn't laughing at you; I was laughing at the idiots who couldn't give you pleasure. That's almost the whole point of sex. You know, outside of procreation.”

“I know that, Marcus!”

I turned her to me. “You thought something was wrong with you, didn't you?”

Her lip quivered. “Yes.”

“Baby, there's nothing wrong with you. It was those bastards you were with. You realize that now, right?”

“Yes, it was the two guys,” she whispered, then inhaled as she peeked up at me.

I froze and tilted my head at her. “Mariah? Are you saying...?”

“That's enough, Marcus.” She turned away and started washing herself, anxiously.

She rinsed quickly then ran to the bedroom soaking wet after snatching a towel on her way out the door. I furiously cleaned myself then went after her. I couldn’t believe she just... was she saying...

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me and went searching for my wife. I found her in tears in the closet. She saw me enter and turned away, drying herself so hard I think she took skin off with the towel.

“Baby...” I said pressing myself against her back, holding her.

“Marcus, if you're just going to laugh again, then I don't want to finish this conversation.”

I turned her to me, lifting her chin. “Did you have sex with a woman,” I asked quietly.

She moved her head from my grasp and looked at the wall. “Yes.”

I felt a twitch. Suddenly, I was extremely aroused. “Was it Madison?”

“No, pervert!”

Damn... almost had a visual. “Twice?”

“No. Uh… what do you mean twice?”

“Two separate occasions.”

“No,” she whispered, looking at the floor. “Twice in one setting.”

“And?”

“I thought something was wrong with me, after the guys. I talked with my mother; she thought I might be lesbian, so I tried. I didn't like it. Well... I liked the orgasms.”

“So this was after the guys? Two guys then the girl.”

“Yes.”

“How old were you, with the girl?”

“Twenty-two,” she cried again.

I stroked her back and held her to me. “Why are you so upset to admit this to me?”

“Because I don't want to lose you again.”

“I'm not going anywhere. And I'm not letting you go away again, either.”

“You're not... disgusted with me,” Mariah sobbed.

I chuckled. “Disgust is the last thing I feel, baby. I'm glad you felt confident enough to try. Almost everybody explores.”

“Have you?”

“Hell no,” I answered quickly.

She frowned at me. Damn. I had upset her again.

“Mariah, I've never questioned my sexuality, partly because my experiences have been... pleasant but I've always felt an attraction to women and I’ve always enjoyed pleasing them. You did question yours, even though you weren't the one who had a problem. It was clearly the guys.” I hugged her tightly. “There's nothing wrong with exploring, to see where you fit in.”

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