Page 65 of Our Broken Pieces
He places his lips against the top of my ear. “Because, right now, I want to fuck you. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that you don’t know where I stop and you begin. But the first time we fuck, it won’t be at my parents’ vacation home. It will happen when I can take my time, when you have a ring on your finger, at a place where you can scream as loudly as you want and we won’t have to worry about finishing in time for breakfast.”
For one of the few times in my life, I’m speechless, so I simply nod my head. My body hates the loss of his as he rolls away from me, getting up and walking into the bathroom.
Chapter Forty-Three
Marcus
Iclose the door of the bathroom and turn the shower on cold. I need to get this hard-on to go away before I walk into the kitchen for breakfast. My muscles tighten as the freezing cold water flows over me. It’s a good distraction for the time being.
As I’m standing here, freezing, I contemplate the fact that, with Gigi in my bed, I’ve gotten some of the best sleep I’ve had in months. She feels good in my arms. With women in the past, I’d occasionally spend the night, but I hardly slept. Either fucking or my overactive brain kept me from sleeping. But when Gigi curled into me last night, I felt peace. That scares me the most in this situation. I’ve never felt peace like that with someone.
I turn off the water and dry off, wrapping the towel around me. I run some product through my hair, brush my teeth and when Iopen the door, Gigi isn’t in the room. I slip on some jeans and a t-shirt and walk to the kitchen.
My father is at the breakfast table reading something on his tablet while my mom, brother and Gigi are sitting at the island talking. I pause to observe them; my brother laughs at something Gigi said, and my mom puts another cinnamon roll on Gigi’s plate. Her hair is a mess of waves, her skin free of makeup, so I can see her freckles and the sun catches the green of her eyes, making them look translucent. I can’t take my eyes off her.
Fuck.
I’m knocked back to reality when my mom notices me. “Marcus, come get breakfast.”
“Good morning, Mom.” I hug her and clap my brother’s back on my way to Gigi. When I sit down, I run my hand along the skin of her neck underneath her hair. “Good morning, princess.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, peering up at me. “Good morning, prince.”
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. She releases me as my mom slides a plate of food in front of me. “Thanks, Mom.”
“I can’t believe the weekend is already over.” My mom says it with a sad look on her face. She always gets a little somber when time is up with us boys.
“Marcus and I are always around, Claire. We can do lunch or something sometime,” Gigi offers.
My mom’s features lighten. “That would be great. Before we all leave, make sure I give you my phone number.”
“Sounds good, Mrs. Holt,” Gigi says before cramming the last of her cinnamon roll into her mouth. We sit together, eating and talking until all the food is gone. I don’t say much, my brother and Gigi doing most of the talking. It’s oddly relieving to be able to sit and observe rather than be forced to be an active participant. I can relax and just be present.
My father stands from the table behind us. “Marcus, what time will you be at the office tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there before eight. I want to have time to catch up on anything from Friday.”
He nods. “Let’s meet thirty minutes earlier than usual. Get some things out of the way.”
“Sounds good, Dad. Send me an updated invite.”
“Already sent. I’m going to get ready to head out.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen.
Gigi sets her coffee down. “Do you think he hates me?”
Dominic glances at me. “Don’t worry, Gigi, he’s like this with everyone.”
“My husband is a man of few words. Especially in the morning,” my mom says with a tight smile.
I grab her hand on the counter. “Don’t worry, princess, we all like you, and that’s all that matters.”
She squeezes my hand. “Good, because I like all of you, too.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Gigi
Marcus and I throw our bags in the backseat of the truck and say our goodbyes. Dominic and Claire hugged me, saying they hope to see me again soon. While Bill the Butthole just said, “Goodbye, Gigi,” from the door without a wave.
