Lydia
Seven and a half months later . . .
MARCUS COMES INTO the living room where I’m looking over the final files on a design I’ve been working on. He stands in front of me and looks at his watch.
“My magic watch says you’re not wearing any panties.” He looks at me with an arched eyebrow.
My eyes narrow in confusion. Surely this is one of his lines again. “But I am.”
“Oh, my watch must be fifteen minutes fast.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling, but it’s no use. “Very funny.”
Bracing his hands on the back and armrest of the couch, he leans down and gives me a kiss. “Whatcha working on?”
“Just going over some files again before I submit them tomorrow.”
“Okay, we’ll make this quick then.” He scoops me up off the couch and I think he’s going to carry me to the bedroom but heads for the front door instead.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a giggle as he struggles to grab his keys from the bowl on the entryway table.
“I want to show you something.” He rushes us out the door and into the car without further explanation.
He’s quiet on the way to wherever we’re going but glances over at me every so often with a smile firmly in place. There’s an excitement radiating off of him, and even though I don’t know what’s going on, it makes me excited too. It’s contagious.
The sun is low in the sky and the road we’re on is pretty empty this time of day. I pull the visor down to keep the sun out of my eyes as I look around for any clue as to where we’re going. A few minutes later, Marcus pulls over on the side of the road into the grass. I look around wondering what’s going on.
“What happened? Is there something wrong with the car?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you step out with me?”
With brow furrowed, I get out of the car as he walks around to my side. The sun is behind me as I look up at him.
“Do you recognize this spot?” he asks me.
I take another look around, but nothing about it sticks out. With a shake of my head, I say, “No.”
“This is where we met for the second time two years ago today. I pulled you over in this same exact spot.”
A smile pulls at my lips. That’s right. I was so pissed, but my anger quickly turned into shock when I saw him waiting outside my window.
Marcus drops to one knee and grabs my hand while my mouth falls open.
“My mom once told me that we’re all exactly where we should be in life. That sometimes things happen we can’t explain, but it’s always for a reason. I wasn’t sure I believed her then, but I do now. It wasn’t by chance that I met you at that bar, or coincidence that I saw you again right here. No matter what life throws at us, we always find our way back to each other. We’re meant to be together, Lydia.”
Tears fill my eyes as I look down at the man who stole my heart and never gave it back.
“I want to marry you. I want to laugh with you. I want to fight with you. I want you to have my babies and spoil our grandbabies together. When I think about my future, you’re all I see. I want to ask you again with a clean slate, will you marry me?”
There’s no hesitation like the last time and I immediately say, “Yes!”
Standing up, he hugs me tight while kissing me. I don’t believe in chance either; this is fate and exactly where I belong.
By the time we get home, we can’t take our hands off of each other and are halfway undressed when we walk through the front door. Having already unbuttoned his shirt, I push it off of his shoulders and he lets it drop to the floor. He unfastened my pants on the way inside, so I remove them the rest of the way before he lifts me up and pins me to the front door with a thud. My legs wrap around him like a vice grip as my fingers tangle in the back of his hair.
We’re lips and hands and can’t get enough of each other. My chest rises and falls quicker while my center throbs with need. Lifting my shirt up above my breasts, he cups me over my bra. My nipples stand at attention from the dulled contact.
“Marcus, I need you,” I pant out.
“I know, babe. I need you too.” He grinds into me to prove it. I gasp as his erection grazes over my bundle of nerves.
He pulls the cup of my bra down to expose my breast before covering it with his mouth. My head falls back against the door as a moan leaves my mouth when he swirls his tongue around the pink bud. My hands go to his bare shoulders and my nails dig into them as soon as he captures my nipple between his teeth and gives it a little tug. I start to grind shamelessly against him, needing relief. He finally gets the point and moves his hand between us to pull himself free.
“Hope you don’t like these,” he says.
“Like what?” My brain is too frazzled to think right now, but as soon as I hear the sound of shredding fabric I know he’s referring to my panties. I shake my head. “I promise I’ll never wear panties again if you’ll hurry the hell up.”
With a cocky grin, he positions himself at my opening and slowly sinks into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I savor every hard inch. What starts out as slow-paced quickly turns into something frantic. We’re both grabbing and holding on, knowing the inevitable crash is coming soon.
I feel him tremble beneath my hands and know he’s close, but so am I. With one hand grabbing my ass, the other slides between us to play with my clit, and that’s all the extra stimulation I need to set me off.
“Oh, God!” With eyes closed and head thrown back, my entire body tightens around him. When the final ripple tears through me, my whole body goes lax as I hang lifelessly around Marcus.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he grits out, and with two more thrusts, he’s crashing over the edge too. He slides us down the door and I sit in his lap with him still inside me while he’s on the floor. “I can’t stand,” he says. I smile and bite my lip. Hell, he did most of the work and I’m exhausted after that.
“Damn, we barely made it inside. Half a second longer and I might’ve been fucking you on the front porch.”
I let out a small giggle. Looking at the pile of clothes on the floor and our current state, he might be right.
“Come on. Let me take you to the bedroom and love you properly.”