Page 64 of Our Broken Pieces
“I don’t fuck like the boys you’ve been with in the past, princess.” It’s both a warning and a test.
She grins. Fucking grins at me. “I’m counting on it.”
She turns and walks out of the bathroom to get dressed while I stand there wondering what the fuck we just started.
Chapter Forty-Two
Gigi
How the hell am I supposed to sit in this living room like I didn’t just have the most wonderful orgasm? How can I look at Billy Bo-jangles and not scream, “Your son just made me come six ways from Sunday, and I returned the favor by stuffing his huge, magnificent cock down my throat!”?
It’s a hard assignment, but I’m doing my best at the moment, sitting at Marcus’ side on the couch, his arm around my shoulder. Just like we practiced. I had a feeling Marcus was packing, but good God, when I pulled his boxers down, my mouth started to water, and I said a silent prayer of thanks.
Dominic grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. “Marcus, will you be here for Christmas?”
“Should be. We’ll have Thanksgiving with our crew like usual, I’m sure. Why, is that how long I have to wait to see you again?” Marcus responds.
He nods, missing his mouth with a piece of popcorn. “I have a bunch of commissions coming up and a show in November.”
“Where’s the show going to be?” I ask.
“In the city, a small venue in SoHo.”
Marcus sips his whiskey. “Maybe we’ll come see it.”
Dominic smiles. “Gigi, too?”
Marcus looks down at me, running a finger up and down my arm. “I hope so.”
I grin. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”
Claire rises from her chair, yawning. “Well, boys, I’m going to turn in for the evening.”
Dominic stands, the now empty bowl in his hands. “Me, too.”
With that, we all say our goodnights and go to our separate rooms. When Marcus and I go to our room, we take turns in the bathroom and change into pjs. When he comes out of the bathroom, I point at the bed.
“Do I need to put the wall up?”
He moves to the bed, slipping under the sheets. “Fuck that wall, it didn’t work, anyway.” He lifts the duvet. “Come here, princess.”
I walk to the bed, climbing onto the mattress and claiming my spot as little spoon against his bare chest. He lowers the blanket, wraps his arm around me and hooks his foot around my leg, like he’s locking me into place. When the peaceful feeling of safety washes over me, I realize how dangerous he could be for me.
I wake up to the slight hint of bacon in the air. As I open my eyes, they strain against the sunlight flooding the room. I try to stretch, but I’m in the same spot as I fell asleep. Marcus didn’t move in the night, so his body is still wrapped around mine. I feel his soft breaths in my hair and a feeling of warmth spreads through my body. It feels so good to wake up in strong arms, to hear someone sleeping peacefully beside me. I shift to try to move my shoulder, and my ass brushes against his dick. I move again and feel it harden against my ass. This is a fun game.
I’m about to turn to face him, when a hand plants itself firmly on my hip.
“Stop moving, G.”
“Good morning to you, too.”
“I don’t want to get up yet.” His voice sounds rough and sleepy.
“Are you sure?” I wiggle my ass against his dick that now is at full attention.
“Princess, you need to stop.” His grip tightens on my hip.
“Why?”
