Free Marked (Marked #3) by Elena M. Reyes Page B

I felt it everywhere. The vibrations against my sensitive flesh made me pant. I couldn’t breathe. “Almost...” I yelled out right before he bit down on my clit “…motherfucker!”
    “Good girl.” It was all I heard before he entered my pussy with a single finger from his other hand. Full. That’s how I felt.
    Stretched.
    Satiated.
    Still wanting more.
    Talan’s finger curled inside of me and I stiffened, paralyzed, as every single cell in my body exploded in bliss. A euphoric state that left me a gasping and boneless mess atop his bed.
    I didn’t know how long I lay there limp, but when my body stopped spasming and I could inhale again without my chest burning, I turned to face him.
    And there he stood:
    Eyes almost black and heavy lidded.
    Naked.
    Cock in hand.
    Pumping himself slowly while he eyed the evidence of my orgasm dripping out of me. “Part those pretty little lips, Bitty. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.”

10

     
     
    There was a faint sound of a knock that rang throughout our quiet house. Three quick raps against a solid wood door that made me shut the water off inside the shower. Knowing what was to come, and welcoming it, were two very different things.
    Rehashing the same fucking story over and over again wasn’t fun. It was taxing, exhausted me, and we’d yet to begin with rehash number 305.
    “Hey, babe,” Talan called out through our bathroom door.
    “Yeah.” A migraine was forming, making wince at the sound of my own voice. From my temples, to the back side of my skull, I throbbed. Sadly, it would only get worse from here on out.
    “I think the detectives are here. Going to let then in, and then I’ll be back.” Immediate reaction was to roll my eyes and tell him they could fuck off, but I couldn’t. His tone was as sullen as mine was, and I didn’t want to make it worse. The man was a walking, talking stress ball. One more harsh squeeze, and he’d pop.
    Then again, that’s life. Some days you just have to buck the fuck up and except what’s inevitable.
    “I’m almost done, babe.” No, I wasn’t. Not even close. Water was off and the only suds in the bathroom were still attached to my loofah.
    “Are you going to be all right?” Apprehensive. Always worried. That was how Talan showed his love, by caring—taking the time to make sure everyone he loved was okay.
    “Go. There’s no way in hell I could incapacitate myself in here.” And then I laughed; a real deep-within-my-gut kind of laugh. He’d gone beyond what was required for babysitting a patient with bum ribs. “Nothing can happen to me inside this Fortress of Solitude.”
    “You don’t know that, Maya.” There was a hint of a pout in his voice, and I wanted to kiss the man silly. Pepper his gruffness with wet pecks of my lips while I roamed soapy hands down his torso. Love him. “What if…” Another rapid set of knocks, and he let out an annoyed, “…impatient fucks.”
    “Go.” There was still a hint of amusement in my tone.
    “You suck.”
    “I do. You love it.”
    “Dammit, Maya.” A loud thump followed, more than likely the palm of his hand connecting with the wall beside the door. “Can’t afford to get hard right now.”
    “Then walk away, tatt boy. Walk away and let me finish running this sudsy sponge all over my body. Slow, a soft caress across—”
    “Not listening…” He was adorable at times.
    Shaking my head, I got a bit more comfortable before picking up my favorite bodywash and adding another drop into my sponge. Water was still off, and now with the quiet in the room I was able to really appreciate what this man had done for me.
    Talan had bought—against my will the day after my release—a plastic chair for my use inside his walk-in. He’d argued that I’d need it for when he wasn’t around. So I wouldn’t feel stuck. Dependent on him if I needed to clean up.
    Of course he was right, much to my annoyance, and the ass knew it. That day I pouted all the way, in my motorized