Page 81 of Our Broken Pieces
“Yes!” It’s all that comes from her mouth as her body shakes under me, and I follow close behind, my voice bellowing through the room, my hips pushing forward. She moans and her hips move around my dick while my head hangs between my shoulders as I try to calm my breathing. I slide out and sit back, watching my cum drip from her. I insert two fingers, then lean over her. “Open.”
I place one of my fingers inside her mouth. She closes around it, licking it clean. I retract my hand, then I suck our releases off the other finger. “We taste so good together, princess.”
“Shit, Marcus. And you say I’m obscene?”
I lean down and kiss her, moving us to our sides. She curls into my chest, her hand just behind my ear as she slides her tongue against mine. I hold her tight against me. I don’t want her body to leave mine just yet.
She slows the kiss. “What if I told you that, now, I don’t want to leave this room until we have to go home?” she says with a coy grin, her eyes hooded and dark green.
I brush the hair back that escaped her fancy hairstyle. “There’s always room service. And I bet we would have a great view of fireworks from this room.”
“We would.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I go to the bathroom, get a warm wet washcloth, and return to the bed. I clean her thighs, working my way up. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No, you were perfect.”
I nod, taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. When I return to the bed, I lie on my back and pull her to my side, her head on my chest. I reach down, closing my fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand into my line of sight. “I love the way this ring looks on you.”
“Me, too. It’s so beautiful.”
“When I saw the emeralds, they reminded me of your eyes when you’re mad.” She rises up, propping on her elbow, mouth agape like she’s shocked. She’s fully back to reality now.
“You gave me an engagement ring that makes you think of when I’m mad?”
“Calm down, G.” I kiss her wrist. “Mad Gigi is fun. Your cheeks get pink, your eyes turn a dark green, you get feisty. Hate to admit it, but lately, it’s become a turn on for me.”
“How long is ‘lately’?”
“Not sure when it started, really.” She flops back down on the pillow, watching my fingers play with her bracelet.
“Have you ever been in a relationship? I’ve never heard you talk about a girlfriend or anything.”
I think for a moment about how to answer that question. “Not a conventional one.”
“You’re gonna have to explain that.”
“I’m just a little different when it comes to relationships, Gigi.”
“Different can be good. Tell me, prince.”
I take a deep breath. “Well, first off, I’m pretty sure I’m demisexual.”
She laced her fingers in mine. “Okay. What does that look like to you?”
“I need connection. I need to know someone, form a bond with them, before I can be attracted to them. When I was in college and began to realize I was a bit different from the other guys, I Googled it fifty different ways, and when I read about being demi, it seemed the closest to what I experienced.”
“Do you feel connected to me?”
“I do. You’re one of my best friends.”
She brings my hand to her lips. “I feel connected to you, too.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Gigi
It all makes sense now. Why Marcus would hang out on the same barstool all night, instead of talking with women. Why I never really heard him talk about dating. And why the prospect of meeting, falling for, and marrying a woman in a year had him so stressed out. On top of being a bit of an introvert, and his grumpy shell, feelings take time and attachment for him.
