Friday night Marcus got to Erin’s office and went straight for the notebook as usual. A couple days had gone by since the incident with Aaron Mercer and her day out with Cassie. Her messages had been upbeat and positive.
Her attitude made him so proud of her and so upset with himself. His own weakness came through from his “tantrum” at the gym while she was back at home standing strong. Bill called him out, and thank goodness he did. Bill reminded him exactly how much good he had in his life. Because of that wake-up-call, Marcus would not give in to the rage again. Ever.
He had no doubt he could keep that internal promise. He’d proven himself strong enough for every other challenge thrown at him. This would be easier than the rest. Erin’s presence alone was enough to inspire focus. He looked only forward and put his rage in his past with his father where that ugliness belonged.
As for his fighting, he planned on getting in any match he could until his two years were up per the partnership agreement. From this point, however, the fights would be a means to an end: learning. He would use the experience to watch more closely to Bill’s training methods and the management of the events.
The need to exorcise his rage was no longer an issue. His matches would be driven by strategy alone. He’d also take the opportunities for the extra money from any wins he could pound out. He already knew he wanted to save up for an engagement ring.
He thought through all of this while he cleaned the ninth and tenth floors, waiting for his break to read Erin’s note to him. He efficiently finished those two floors and grabbed his sandwich to eat while he read tonight’s message.
The fourth-to-the-last page was paper-clipped and felt a little thicker than usual when he flipped to her note. His face showed confusion when he didn’t find a note, but rather a small manilla envelope the size of a credit card clipped there. He opened the envelope and shook a plastic card into his palm.
He flipped over the little rectangle and saw the logo for the ritzy Westin Hotel. The only thing written on the envelope was a room number. Marcus grinned to himself. He finished the eighth floor in record time. He went home, showered, and packed a bag.
He drove his clunker north of town and parked next to all the BMWs and Cadillacs in the lot. The difference was laughable. The best part was imagining which would fare better in an accident. He patted the big Oldsmobile proudly as he walked toward a side door of the hotel. His room key let him in and he went straight to the eighth floor. How appropriate.
Marcus couldn’t wait to find Erin there waiting for him. She had never surprised him like this before. Her confidence had been growing exponentially since their trip to Indiana and this spontaneous vacation was one more example of how much she was part of life again. He couldn’t help but smile.
In his best jeans and button-down, he let himself into the room and his jaw dropped. Erin was lying on the king-sized bed, posed like a playboy model in the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. His eyes raked up her body, starting with black thigh-highs held up with a sapphire garter belt. Holy hell, she was hot like this.
Her hips were circled by a sapphire lacy Brazilian thong; a push-up bra in matching blue showcased her perfectly round tits sinfully. Every sexy line was trimmed with black lace. As if that weren’t enough, a blue and silver butterfly-in-flight decorated her flat, sexy belly. That temporary tattoo looked so provocative shimmering on her ivory skin. Her fingernails were painted the same blue as her bra and panties.
“Hey, baby,” she said to him like the sexed-out seductress she was.
“Holy fuck, Erin,” he said as he dropped his bag and crossed the room to her.
She got up on her knees at the edge of the bed to greet him. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled the length of her torso against him solidly and began sucking and licking hard at his neck.
A pleasured hum/moan escaped his throat while he reached around and grabbed her ass. He gripped hard and pulled her even tighter against him. She moved her face away from him for just a moment to give him a look that could only be described as ‘come-fuck-me’.
With a quick jerk of her hands, she pulled him to the bed, turned him over, and crawled over top of him. She began unbuttoning his shirt and running her tongue serpentine across his chest as she bared it.
“Marcus baby,
don’t
tell me what you want. I’m going to have my way with you. Lie back and take it,” she said to him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed through his teeth. This was by far the hottest moment of his life. His confident, sexy girl was taking what she wanted, no holding back, no fear. So he did exactly what she asked: he laid back and let her play.
In almost no time flat, his shirt was open and his pants were around his ankles at the floor. Her tongue teased him the entire time, paying extra attention to his cock. “God, Erin,” was the only other thing he managed to say.
She stopped playing for a moment and straddled his hips. Still in her sexy lace, she ground over his hips slowly while she spoke to him. She pushed his hands back on the bed to pin him down. “My whole body is yours and wants you all the time. It doesn’t matter if it’s your hands, your mouth, or your cock. You make me crazy every way, baby.”
She let his hands go to pull the cups of her bra back, pushing her breasts up even more and showcasing her very hard nipples. “These are just for you, and right now my nipples are dying to be sucked.”
She pulled him up to a sitting position and got up on her knees just far enough to put herself in perfect position for what she wanted. Marcus nearly attacked. His hands gripped her back and her bottom while his tongue went to work along her hard buds.
Erin moaned and pushed herself against him harder, pulling his face into her chest. “Take my bra off.”
Without moving his mouth away, he unhooked it quickly and pulled the blue lace off her shoulders. She surprised him by pushing him back to the bed, crawling up seductively to give him her breasts again. He gripped her thighs while his tongue continued to tease her nipples.
“My panties…”
That strip of lace was wrapped around her hips
over
the garters, so he had them down her thighs in an instant. She moved off of him just long enough to let him pull the lace the rest of the way down. Just in her hose and garter belt now she crawled over him again and looked him straight in the eyes with nothing but heat in her stare. “I’m going to take you.
Now
.” She pushed herself down on his cock and rode him hard.
“Oh, fuck…” Marcus breathed while she pushed herself down over and over again.
Erin was nearly screaming when Marcus shot up into her, grunting loudly. She came right along with him, leaving both of them breathing heavy and satisfied. She brought his hands up to her nipples again. He played for a few moments before she finally laid down over him and kissed him deeply.
“Mine,” she said, pointing to his chest. She looked him in the eye with a satisfied smile.
He gazed at her in amazement. She was so damn sexy like this.
“Erin, baby, I don’t know what got into you, but I fucking love it,” he said smiling at her.
She giggled at him and rolled to the side. She pulled his hands back on her body. “Touch me everywhere, Marcus.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He gripped and squeezed along her skin and kissed her for as long as she wanted him to. This was her show and he let her have whatever she asked for. Eventually she took his shirt the rest of the way off and told him to lose the shoes and pants.
He complied and got back on the bed with her. Immediately she started kissing him passionately again. She was still hot and wanted more. He was hard again in an instant.
“Now pin me down and take me.”
Without a word, he did. When their bodies finally separated after what could only be described as another hot fuck, Marcus crashed down on the bed beside her again. “Damn, Erin…”
“Feeling good, baby?”
“I love it when you call me baby.”
Erin giggled again and snuggled over to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight beside him. She rested her head on his strong chest and traced his abs with her fingertips.
“Please understand that I’m not questioning this, but really, what brought all this on?”
“Mmmm,” she purred. “You did. I wouldn’t feel this sexy if it weren’t for you. This was the best way I could think to show you what you do to me, of how strong you make me feel. Plus, the look on your face when you walked in…”
“Ha. I can only imagine. Erin, you were so damn hot. You’re sexy all the time, but baby, I’ve never seen you so sexy as that.”
“I have to admit, it was a little weird for me to go into a lingerie shop and ask for something like that. But I saw a quote this week that said ‘confident women take what they want’ and I knew exactly what I wanted. Once I owned it, the rest was easy.”
He kissed her again. He wanted to say more, but there didn’t seem to be words to describe what he was feeling. He felt important and victorious. He helped bring her into the light where she belonged, and he found himself right there with her. He was happy, in love, and no longer controlled by anger.
Like she wrote in her journal, they saved each other.
“Now sleep, baby,” she said to him. “I’m going to stay in your arms while you fall asleep, because that’s what I want to do. Get some rest. I have plans for you this afternoon.”
“I can’t wait…and I’ll do what you say, but first I have to ask you one more thing. That butterfly is damn sexy on your belly like that. But I never pegged you for wanting a tat, even if it’s temporary. So…?”
“When I was shopping with Cassie, I found some framed butterflies. They were displayed through all the stages of metamorphosis. It got me thinking. Those beautiful creatures start out hidden and small. I could relate. Now that I’m not scared and alone anymore, I feel beautiful. I feel like flying. I wanted you to see that on me — you gave me that.”
He leaned in and kissed her lovingly one more time before resting his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes with Erin in his arms.
“Good night, baby,” she whispered as he drifted off peacefully.
Erin smiled as she heard him breathing rhythmically. Her entire body was warm and tingling…and in his arms, everything was right. She waited for him to be completely in a deep sleep before she snaked out from under his arm temporarily.
She couldn’t help but to keep smiling as she looked around. She splurged for their weekend together and got a deluxe room. The large living area and kitchenette were posh and comfortable, the bed was soft, and the in-room hot tub was just waiting to be broken in.
For now, however, none of that mattered. She spent a little time arranging things the way she wanted them, then got dressed to go downstairs to the restaurant. She ordered room service down there as to not wake Marcus while he slept, then asked for the meal to be delivered at noon.
The hotel gym offered her the chance for a quick run before she went back upstairs to shower. Feeling refreshed and happy, she crawled back in bed naked to snuggle with her man while she waited for him to wake up. He stirred slightly when she got under his arm again, but he didn’t fully wake up for another half hour or so. Erin didn’t mind the wait. There were plenty of good memories to sort through in her head, not to mention all the anticipation of her plans for the rest of their time at the hotel.
She listened to him breathe while she remembered her Friday night alone at the hotel. She took a decadent bath in the over-sized tub and took advantage of the hotel’s spa to get herself soft and smooth all over for her man. She had even been so bold as to take her lacy bra with her to get her fingers and toes painted to match. She had never before indulged herself so thoroughly.
Erin was still lost in her thoughts when she felt Marcus’s lips press gently on her hair.
“Good morning,” she said to him. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm hmm. I always do these days. Did I tell you it’s been a few weeks since I had a nightmare? You’re a good influence, I think,” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Good,” she said with a smile. “I ordered lunch for us. It should be here in about twenty minutes. Let me get you some clothes. I vote comfortable. Did you bring any sweats?”
“Yep, in my bag.”
Erin went to grab him a t-shirt and sweatpants while he excused himself to the restroom. When he came out, Erin was in a posh Westin Hotel robe and tossed him his clothes. They sat together on the couch and talked while they waited for lunch.
Room service knocked right at noon and Erin went to sign the bill.
“I got you one of their gourmet burgers and steak fries. I hope that’s ok,” she smiled to him.
“You know me well, baby. Thank you. So what did you do last night while you were here by yourself?”
Erin grinned and told him all about her self-pampering evening while she set out the meal on their dining table. “I still can’t believe how much I’ve been missing. I was shut down from myself as much as I was from everyone else. But I’m done dwelling on that. I feel so good right now and that’s where I’m going to stay.”
“Good. And funny you should say that, because the same thing has been going through my head. Bill finally laid into me about growing up. He pointed out just how much good I have in my life. It’s time to let go of the crap, he basically said, and he was right. I don’t even feel the anger anymore, let alone the rage. I’m done.”
Erin walked around the table and hugged him from behind. She whispered in his ear, “I love you.”