Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) (6 page)

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Chapter Six

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Isobel walked for what felt like hours, ignoring the persistent ring of her cell phone and eventually turning it off altogether after calling the reception desk and asking them to give Tyler a message that she was okay and that she’d see him tomorrow. She sat on the beach for a while, hoping that the sound of the waves crashing onto the sand would soothe and calm her. Instead it just seemed to mirror her own crashing thoughts and did absolutely nothing to give her the answers she was looking for.

In fact she didn’t even know what she was searching for anymore. She had thought that she and Tyler had a future together; something that they could build on and cherish, but after what Jessica had said she really didn’t see that happening. And even if he did decide to choose her over his business, could she really sit back and let that happen? He’d worked all his life to get where he was. Did she really want to be the one to ruin it or him?

As for their sex life, Isobel had thought that that was also something to cherish, and yet Jessica had known all about it and told her that things would soon change. She really didn’t think she could handle not being good enough for yet another man. It had taken her long enough to get over Marcus dumping her the way he had… if Tyler did the same thing it would kill her. She had more than her body invested in this relationship; her heart was invested as well.

Isobel shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. While she had been lost in thought the sun had gone down and the temperature had dropped. It was time that she found somewhere to sleep for the night because she couldn’t stay out any longer. She wearily got to her feet and made her way back to the hotel, asking the receptionist if there were any available rooms and booking herself into one on the third floor. Hopefully it was far enough away from Tyler’s suite that she wouldn’t bump into him.

As Isobel opened the door to her room, she remembered that she didn’t have any of her baggage with her; it was all up in Tyler’s suite. With a sigh she went back down to the lobby and located the hotel store, purchasing some toiletries and a pair of cotton pajamas before making her way yet again back up to her room. A quick shower later and she was starting to feel a little more normal.

With a yawn she climbed into the queen-sized bed, knowing that it was a far cry from the one she would have been sharing with Tyler if she was with him. She wondered what he was doing right now. Was he worried about her and wondering where she was, or was he fast asleep? Or maybe he had someone else with him. Jessica, maybe? Her stomach churned again at the thought and she shut it out of her mind.

Isobel drifted off into a fitful sleep, her thoughts a combination of what she and Tyler would be doing right now if they were together, and was Marcus right when he’d called her frigid and boring all those years ago.

With the way her mind was whirring, it was no wonder that the dream she had was as vivid as it was messed up. She had no idea where she was, but she did know that she was having the most amazing sex of her life. And while it should have been with Tyler, it was Marcus who she dreamed of as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

Marcus never would have thought that Isobel would have used such language. Her mouth was so sweet to look at and to kiss, that to imagine it uttering such dirty words was unimaginable; but she did, and he liked it. He stepped forwards slightly, and she stepped back, hitting her ass against the table as her hands raised to wrap around his neck and pull his head down to hers while their lips locked together in a passionate embrace.

As he lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist and her ankles locked behind his ass. With ease he carried Isobel into the master bedroom, lowering her down onto the mattress where their kiss resumed. She moved her hands to the hem of his T-shirt and he felt rather than heard her low growl against his lips.

Isobel moved her mouth away just long enough to give him a direct demand; or maybe it was a plea. “Fuck me.”

Breaking away from the heated kiss, Marcus raised his body up just enough to pull the shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor without a second though as his lips crashed back down onto hers. He had been craving the touch of her for what felt like years, and his impatience was unusual, but felt totally natural.

His voice was ragged as he pulled up to look at her again. “How shall I fuck you?”

Isobel’s voice was just as hoarse when she answered. “Any damn way you want to, so long I can feel you inside of me. Now!”

Marcus smiled as he took hold of her waistband, pulling her shorts down her long shapely legs and off her ankles. “I think I can do that.”

Sitting up slightly, Isobel ripped her shirt off while he removed his shorts; both throwing their garments on the floor to join the growing pile of clothing there. As his cock bounced free, Isobel’s eyes were drawn to the sight like a magnet and she licked her lips longingly.

Isobel stirred in her sleep. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what it was and she couldn’t wake herself up to find out.

Back in the dream, the mattress dipped beneath Marcus’ weight as he lowered himself back onto the bed and crawled between Isobel’s legs, his hands running up her legs and on to her stomach before stopping at her pert breasts and massaging the soft skin there. His eyes watched her body as his hands caressed her, and he felt his cock jump impatiently as he listened to her soft moans of pleasure.

He looked at her face and the intensity of her gaze let him know exactly what it was that she wanted. He smiled, and Isobel saw Tyler’s smile instead of Marcus’ as he leaned forwards and planted small, tantalizing kisses from her belly button up to her mouth, not missing an inch of her as his own body positioned itself between her open thighs.

She sighed into his mouth as she felt the heat of his cock brush against her glistening slit as it searched for the opening it craved. He knew that she wanted it fast and furious, but he wanted to make this last so that she would remember every single, pleasurable second, and if that meant that she had to hold in her frustration for a while longer, then so be it.

With her body arching up towards his probing one, Isobel moaned with relief as she felt his steely heat prodding her pliant flesh, and then he pushed forwards, entering her slowly and drawing out the pleasure. It was a pleasure that she didn’t think she would ever get tired of experiencing as his thickness stretched her deliciously and her pussy yielded to the invasion that she so welcomed.

“Like this?” Marcus asked softly, pausing in his movements as her body adjusted to his size.

With a shaky laugh, Isobel scowled up at him prettily. “Not even close, Marcus. I don’t just want to feel you inside me; I want to feel you
fucking
me.” She frowned in her sleep. Why was he asking her what she wanted? Wasn’t it
his
role to take control and tell
her
?

Marcus smiled and started to move, and she let out another soft moan that was more like a sigh. His smile widened and he moved with more intent, unhurried and smooth, warming her up and letting her juices lubricate them both. His hands roamed over her supple body; tangling through her damp hair, gently squeezing her breasts, running up her arms as he held her hands above her head. And all the while he kept his slowly steady pace as his hips slid backwards and forwards like a well-oiled piston in slow motion.

Isobel wrapped her slender legs around his waist and he bent his head down to claim her lips in another kiss, loving the groan she gave as his cock continued to slide in and out of her moist core. He increased the tempo slightly and loved the friction that her tight hole created as it swelled and contracted around his thickness.

Reaching behind his body, he took one of her legs in his hand and she relaxed the grip she had on him as he slid his fingers up her calf while his rhythmic thrusting continued. He brought her leg forwards and then reached for her other one, spreading her knees wide to create a ‘V’ as he pushed them upwards towards her chest.

Her eyes widened as the change in position enabled his cock to go even deeper, and as she looked up at him she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his muscular torso gleaming with sweat as he loomed over her. She watched as he stared intently down at her, his eyes roaming her glistening skin as he took in her nakedness. Why were his eyes blue and not brown? She may be asleep, but she knew that something was wrong somehow.

Marcus delighted in seeing her dainty feet as he held her legs back, and he made it a personal goal to check and see if they curled up when he made her come. Then he forgot all about her toes as he felt her hands press into the muscles of his thighs, knowing instinctively that it was her way of urging him to go faster and deeper, and, ever eager to please, he tightened the muscles in his buttocks and drove his cock into her, making her gasp and moan in response as her nails dug into his skin.

“Like that?” he asked her, his voice husky and breathless.

“Yes! God, yes!” Isobel’s voice was also breathless and he pushed harder, feeling the tip of his cock hit against her cervix as he watched the hunger and desperation in her eyes. He knew she was close by the way she was breathing; short gasps and little kitten sounds escaping her with every thrust. Her eyes had widened at the sensations that were coursing through her and he could feel her nails digging into his back as she clawed for some semblance of control.

He took hold of her ankles and placed her feet against his chest, loving the way they pressed into his pecs when he held them in place with his hands against the underside of her shaking thighs.

Positioned like this, he felt her entrance narrow, which resulted in the friction increasingly delightfully for them both. He tightened the muscles in his pelvic floor, making his length point more upwards and rubbing over her G-spot with every inward thrust. Pushing harder with even more pressure he felt her tilt her hips backwards and she dug her nails into the tense muscles of his thighs as her core tightened in readiness for her impending orgasm.

Isobel was thrashing in all directions as a tidal wave of pleasure smashed all semblance of rational thought from her mind. Her arms wrapped around him as she tried to pull him even closer, even while she was twisting and bucking beneath him, causing her to tense up and push him away. ‘I’m sorry, Tyler. I’m so sorry.’ She knew that the thought was within her dream, but she also knew that he would never forgive her if he knew that she’d fucked another man. But, it was only a dream, right? So he couldn’t be too angry. Could he?

Pushing into her even more firmly, Marcus made sure that his cock stayed buried deeply inside of her pussy as it pulsated and contracted around his length; riding out her climax with her and showing no mercy when she pleaded for him to stop. He watched her intently, loving the expression of sheer bliss that crossed her face as she closed her eyes and stopped fighting the sensations, and then he caught sight of her feet and smiled when he saw that she really did curl her toes when she came.

The previous times that he’d fucked her, he’d been too busy pounding into her to take much notice of the smaller things, such as her toes curling. But as he watched her now, he realized that seeing those small things; eyes widening in pleasure, toes curling in reaction and the way the flesh goosed up on her arms as she trembled, were just as much of a turn on to him as hearing her moans and groans of delight.

As Isobel’s orgasm diminished, Marcus gently pushed her knees apart again and bent over her shaking body.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.” His voice was husky and low as he looked at her face when he spoke.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Isobel raised an eyebrow at him quizzically. “What is?”

“You when you come.”

She gave a breathless laugh and knew that she was blushing. “I’m kinda glad about that because I have a feeling that it’s going to be happening a lot.” She smiled up at him cheekily. “And I really would hate it if I looked like a complete idiot when it happened.”

“I’m sure you’d look as cute as a button even if you did look like an idiot,” he teased her mercilessly, and she laughed again, but somewhere in her head she remembered when he’d called her an idiot in the past. Wait a minute. That was Marcus, not Tyler. Wasn’t it? She shook her head and moaned in her sleep. She was so confused, but she didn’t want the dream to end just yet. She had to figure out who was who and what was going on.

She concentrated on what was going on in the dream and knew that he, whoever he was, was waiting for an answer. “You’d better be nice to me or I might get mean.”