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“Sit,” I blurt out.
Marcus cocks an eyebrow. “Both of us?”
Beneath his harsh, inquisitive glare, an emotion glimmers. Something that looks dangerously like hope. Like he really meant everything he said about family and our future.
“Yes.” The word comes out shrill.
Marcus doesn’t smile or laugh. He only leads me down to sit on the first step of the pool. The first one before many others. Or just a few. They end up in the water. Not too deep, but still. Uncomfortable. Where I’m not safe.
Where I’ll drown.
No air. No air. No…
“Leighton.”
My ass is seated inside the water. Two strong hands grip my shoulders. My body is made of rags. It twists easily and moves around for Marcus.
“Calm down.”
I’m seated on his lap, facing the pool. My back is to him.
The trance I’m in isn’t as deep as it was the last time. Maybe because we started it differently. Maybe because we didn’t start it, really.
Maybe it’s because he ordered me to speak. Gave me a slice of freedom.
Whatever it was, I’m able to move now. Kinda.
I lean in, my back melting into the firm wall that is Marcus’s chest.
“There you are.” A soft welcome is spoken in a hoarse voice.
His hands run through my hair, brushing it to my front. I’m finding more comfort as his fingertips slide to my nipples, pinching them, twisting them, hardening them.
Knowing Marcus, I understand where this is coming from. Why he’s holding off on the questions of, “What’s next?” and “Tell me.”
He’s using this silence to crawl into my mind. Asking his questions outright would intimidate me. He’s not intimidating me today. He promised.
“My good girl.” Deft hands map the softness of my stomach. They pause at my needy sex, and a moan escapes me. “My beautiful brat. My sweet whore. My perfect little doll. You’re mine.”
I hear his crudeness. I recognize his beauty in it.
“You’re beautiful like this. In the sun. Do you feel how beautiful you are? How mine you are?”
His erection pokes my ass, but Marcus doesn’t rush anything. He talks and talks so my mind would drift somewhere it can find itself again.
“Yes,” I peep out.
“I love you.” Marcus kisses my temple, his stubble delightfully itchy.
“Love…” I sigh.
The low rumble of his chuckle reverberates through his chest. My bones shiver in response. I had no idea they could do that.
“Yes. Love.” He flattens his hand on my heart center. “I. Love. You.”
I don’t see him gathering water from the low level of the pool. I feel it. Drop after drop, water trickles on my sticky thighs. On my stomach. Soaking through my hair.
Time and space are strange concepts when I’m in a trance. Seconds stretch and contract. The leaves of the plants outside move slowly, then rush forward. The water in the pool seems deep, then shallow. Safe and scary.
