Page 82 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Give it to him good, Brandy!” Cole yells from across the room to the sounds of the brothers’ cheering.

Marcus shuts the door behind us, stifling the sound. Looking around the room, I see his clothing neatly folded on a table and realize we’re in the locker room.

He takes my face and pulls my lips to his, kissing me while his hands roam my body.

“Every punch, every blow, was worth it. You’re worth fighting for,” he whispers against my neck.

“I want to kiss away all your bruises,” I murmur.

His hands slide to my breasts, squeezing. “Oh, baby, I want you so bad.”

“I know. Seeing you all hot and sweaty and fighting for me.” I kiss up his neck. “Made me want to strip right there for you.”

“Damn, girl.” He grabs my ass and lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist as he backs me against a wall.

His mouth moves down the deep plunging neckline of my jumper to my voluptuous cleavage, when suddenly there’s a loud banging on the locker room door.

Marcus lowers me to the ground. “Come on.” He tugs my hand. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

He quickly changes his clothes, and we move through the door.

***

Marcus—

Brandy and I walk out, hand-in-hand, to my bike.

The other brothers sit on their motorcycles, waiting. Probably making sure Holt and his cronies don’t pull any shit.

“Man, Marcus, that was quick. Did you even make her orgasm?” Green teases.

Brandy turns beet red, and I squeeze her hand.

“I’m headed to a bed.” I grin back.

Crash crushes his cigarette butt under his boot. “Don’t forget about our victory party.”

“We’ll be there. Just a little detour.” I tug Brandy’s hand, leading her the rest of the way to my bike, and hand her a helmet.

***

I coast up to the small house I rent. I’m thankful it’s surrounded by student housing, because no one bothers me or cares if I roll in on my bike in the early hours.

“So, this is your place.” Brandy eyes my home as we dismount.

“Yeah, it’s no mansion,” I mumble, grabbing her hand and trying to gauge what she thinks.

I unlock the door open, and we enter the living room.

Brandy looks around. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Well, it’s clean at least.”

“It’s perfect. Well, almost. I’m not seeing a bed.”

I shake my head, grinning, and point to the right. “It’s right through that doorway.”

“Good. Time to play nurse.” She grabs a fistful of my t-shirt and pulls me behind her, leading me to the bedroom. Once we’re across the threshold, she pushes me down on the bed and moves toward me.

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