SWNOVELS Marcus: Chapter 27
My heart drops as soon as I pull up into my empty garage. It’s my biggest fear coming true.
She’s gone.
I’m just surprised that it took this long.
And I didn’t even hurt her last night.
I tell myself that she may come back, that she could have just gone out to pick up some food or gone shopping.
My guts stay twisted as I hurry off my bike and go inside the house.
On the kitchen counter is a piece of paper, only three words and her initials.
“Be back soon, T.J.”
Even with her assertion, my knee still bounces the entire time I try to sit patiently on the sofa, waiting for her to return.
Finally, after an hour or so, I hear her motorcycle out front. I don’t move from my seat to confirm that it’s her.
Nope, I’m not that fucking pussy-whipped.
I wait right where I am as she comes into the house through the front door I left unlocked for her. Hell, I should probably give her a key since she must be leaving it open whenever she goes out.
The first thing I notice when I see her is that her face looks a little flushed – either from the wind or, well, I don’t want to think about what else. And she seems happy with a big smile on her face.
“Hey, you beat me home!” she says excitedly as she comes over to stand between my legs. I wonder if she really considers this place her home. I know I do. It wasn’t one for me until she came along. Before, it was too quiet, too empty.
Teagan dangles her keychain from her finger, offering it to me. Even though I won’t hide it or take it with me the next time I leave, I still accept it and squeeze the keys in my fist hard enough they leave indentions in my palm.
As soon as I have them, she leans down and gives me a quick peck of the lips before straightening again.
“You could’ve told me where you were going,” I remark.
She rolls her eyes, and her smile widens. “I know I could have, but that would’ve ruined your surprise.”
“My surprise?” I say skeptically since there’s nothing in her hands and her pants are too tight to fit anything inside of them. I guess that leaves her prospect cut, which looks fucking amazing on her with nothing underneath, but the pockets inside it aren’t very big.
“Yes, your surprise. Do you want to see it?” she asks with a teasing waggle of her brows.
I shrug as if I’m not about to fucking burst with curiosity and…love. Yes, fucking love. I love that she got me something, that I mean enough for her to think of me.
Sighing, her shoulders droop along with her downward curving lips. “You could at least act a little more excited.”
“Trust me, I am excited,” I assure her. “Show me? Please?” I add because I don’t want her to think I don’t give a shit. I have to pretend like I don’t give a shit so that she doesn’t know how fucking much I care about her. Of course, that’s stupid, but it’s all the man-logic I currently have at the moment.
“Okay good,” Teagan says, her smile returning in full force before she turns around.
I wait impatiently, especially when I hear the zipper on her pants going down. “I love this surprise already,” I admit to her since I’m about to get to see one of my favorite parts of her body. It takes a while for her to shimmy the tight material down her hips and ass until…
My jaw drops to the floor when I see the shiny black ink on Teagan’s right ass cheek.
“Property of King Marcus” is tattooed in a rocker looking block above the Savage Kings’ bearded skull king logo.
“Well?” Teagan asks when she glances at me over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”
“Is it real?” I reach out and run the pad of my finger over it, coming away with goop that feels like the lotion you put on new ink.
“Yes, it’s real!” she exclaims with an indignant scoff. “It’s not my first ink, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Uh-huh,” I agree as I cup the bottom of her ass cheeks in both of my hands to stare at the beautiful sight that now has my name on it. Permanently. I own a little piece of her that won’t ever fade or go away, not unless she decides to get it removed by a laser someday. Not that I plan to let that happen.
Holy shit.
This tattoo means so much more than just giving me a claim to a part of her body. It means that Teagan isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Marcus? Say something,” she looks over her shoulder, asking me again for my opinion of the ink.
“It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly.
“Really?”
To answer her, I place my hands on her hips to pull her back a step so I can get my mouth on her. I run my tongue around the tattoo then bite down, sinking my teeth into the flesh right next to it before I shove her forward so I can get to my feet, needing to stake my claim on her another way.
My lips go to her neck, kissing her and sucking on her skin there as I reach around to cup her breasts. I press my hips to her backside, letting her feel how hard I am for her, how much I need her.
I quickly go to work shoving her pants down her legs, going to my knees to swipe my tongue through her folds before helping her getting her shoes off.
“Turn around and kneel on the sofa,” I order her.
“Yes, sir,” Teagan agrees breathlessly. “Should I keep the cut on?”
“No, take it off. I want you naked.”
Discarding the cut, she climbs up on the sofa exactly how I wanted her. Her back is to me, both knees are on the cushion as she faces the seat where her hands grip the back of it.
“Like this?”
“Uh-huh. Spread your legs wider.”
She does, then I make her sit just like that, waiting for me as I undress slowly, unable to look away from the tattoo of my name on her ass.
When all my clothes are in a pile on the living room floor, I walk up behind her. As soon as I lift my single foot and put it on the sofa next to her knee, Teagan eagerly arches her back, pressing her ass up against the front of my body.
There’s no teasing or time for foreplay today. Taking my cock in my fist, I guide it between her legs, rubbing it over her slickness one time before lining it up. I thrust deep and don’t meet any resistance. No, she’s good and ready for me. I bet she’s been wet since she was under the needle, knowing exactly how crazy I would be when I saw her tattoo.
Unlike last night, I hold onto her hips and fuck her so hard and fast that the only sound Teagan makes are gasps. When I press my palm on the center of her back, she lowers her upper body to lift her hips in the air, just as I wanted.
Laying the side of her face on the back of the sofa, she screams my name, right before her body trembles.
I last as long as I can inside of her clenching walls before pulling out. My fist pumps up and down my shaft to finish me off so I can shoot my cum right where I want it – all over her ass, right next to my fucking name.