Love Me: Oakville Series:Book 5 (5 page)

T
he warm sun washing over my face wakes me up. I open one eye, glance over at the clock on the nightstand, and groan. No point in going back to sleep since the damn alarm will be going off in thirty minutes. Somehow, I got roped into helping Paul and Kyle move some new kitchen equipment into the bar. I’m not lazy, but damn, the last thing I want to do at eight on a Sunday morning is leave the comfort of my bed while my beautiful wife is sleeping soundly wrapped in my arms. Kyle knew I’d say no, so he asked Taryn. Of course she volunteered my ass right away. The asshole knows I can’t and won’t say no to my girl. I need to remember to give him a friendly little head smack when I see him.

Taryn stirs next to me, a soft moan leaving her lips. The sensual sound has my cock standing at full attention. Rolling to my side, I glide my hand over her stomach and up between her cleavage, watching her face. She moans again and opens herself to me by laying fully on her back, inviting me to explore further. Her face tips up slightly and I press my lips to her jaw, then lick lower, sliding my tongue more toward her throat. My palm splays and I fan my fingers over her nipple, grazing the hardened peak before rolling it between my forefinger and thumb. She gasps and I swallow it with my mouth.

Fully awake now, Taryn moves her hands to my hair, pulling me closer as I lean over her.

“Mmm,” she says, breaking our kiss.

“I want you, sweetness,” I groan, brushing my erection against her thigh before pushing myself fully on top of her.

“You have me, always,” she breathes, pressing her breasts into my chest. I nip down her neck, sucking and licking until I reach the collar of her shirt. Running my hands along the hem, I push the tank up, my hands taking in every curve and dip along the way. I moan, unable to control myself. This woman is perfection. “This needs to go,” I growl. “I need to see you, all of you.” She chuckles, the sound deep and husky as she lifts her arms over her head and moves to lift my shirt in the same way.

“And I need to suck you,” she says, a devious glint in her eyes as she smirks up at me. And fuck if it doesn’t have my cock reaching out to her, pleading for just that.

“Oh yeah? You want my cock in your mouth, baby? Will that make you happy?” She pulls my boxer briefs down in answer, and I let her, helping her get them off me. Tossing my briefs to the floor, Taryn sits up, forcing me to my knees, and takes my length in her hand. I moan and toss my head back, unable to help myself. “You are amazing, sweetness. Yes, stroke my cock, just like that, baby.”

“Like this?” she asks, her voice innocent. I look down at her, a smile playing on my lips, but then she takes me into her mouth and I nearly lose my mind.

“Fuck, Taryn. Yes, baby.” She moans, bobbing her head back and forth as her tongue presses against a vein on the underside. God, this woman drives me wild. Fisting her hair, I pull her head back, so close to losing it. I pant, trying to calm myself. Before I can say anything, Taryn reaches up, planting her lips on mine. She moans low, pressing her chest against mine. The sensation of her hardened peaks rubbing against my pecs has me right back on the edge I was trying to calm myself from falling over.

Growling, I push her back to the bed. Taking one nipple, then the other into my mouth, I run my fingers over her clit, smiling when she jerks. “God, Marcus. I need more. I need you,” she pleads, squirming under my touch. I press my thumb against her and roll the bundle of nerves clockwise, capturing her mouth with mine once more. When I switch directions, she claws at my back and pushes closer, squeezing me tight.

Shifting two fingers inside her, I stretch her walls and she thrusts forward, fucking my fingers, trying to get higher. “Not without me you don’t,” I say, pulling my hand away. She pouts at the loss of sensation before gripping my dick in her hand and moving it toward her entrance.

“Need you, baby,” Taryn whispers, thrusting my cock inside her. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she moans her approval. Leaning forward, I hook my arms around her knees and pull them up, thrusting deeper. Her nails dig into my back and I thrust faster, our bodies pressing close, moving in unison. Taryn’s moans become louder and I continue my pace, hitting her G-spot. Her pussy clenches around me like a vice grip and I push up, still holding her knees up toward her chest, watching her beautiful breasts bounce with each inward thrust.

“God, sweetness. Come, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold out my longer.” In response, she stretches up and pulls me down more toward her, locking her lips with mine once more.

“Fuck, Marcus,” she shouts, her thighs clenching against my hands as her pussy flutters. I bite my lip, trying not to come before she does. The familiar tingling at the base of my spine starts, shooting waves of pleasure through my body. Her pussy spasms as she throws her head back, her long neck exposed. I lean down and lick the perspiration from her smooth skin, riding out her orgasm as mine spikes.

“God, Taryn. Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect for me,” I growl, releasing inside her. She smiles up at me and my heart stammers in my chest. “I love you so much,” I say, leaning forward and brushing my lips against hers while stroking her cheek.

“I love you, too, Marcus…more than you know,” she breathes, holding me close.

I pull into the parking lot and see Kyle and Paul behind a box truck filled to capacity with very large and heavy looking stoves, ovens, griddles, and sinks. Fuck. He didn’t say he was replacing every fucking thing in the kitchen. The smile I was sporting quickly slips from my face. I park my truck next to Paul’s and grab my coffee.

“Couldn’t you hire someone to do this shit? I was very comfortable at home in my wo—I mean bed,” I say with a grin and a wink. They both shake their heads and I peek into the back of the truck, already feeling my back begin to ache.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Paul teases, throwing me a pair of gloves that hit me square in the face.

“Asshole,” I mutter before putting them on.

“Your woman will be there when we get done. Stop being such a pussy,” Kyle jokes.

Four hours later, we’re finished and my body feels like I’ve been beaten with a baseball bat. Those fuckers really should have hired someone to do this shit. I place my head down on the bar and groan.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby, dude,” Paul teases. I lift my head and see an ice cold beer and a sub in front of me. Paul sits on a stool behind the bar and Kyle takes the stool next to me. We eat in silence for a while, and for that, I’m grateful. I know the questions are coming, though. Both of my friends have been watching me closely all morning. They can sense there’s something up with me and they aren’t the type to leave it alone.

“So, what’s got you acting all menstrual lately?” Kyle questions through a mouthful of food. I turn my head to face him and blink slowly.

“Menstrual? Really?” I cock an eyebrow and shake my head. I could picture that leaving Angel’s mouth, but Kyle? “I think you’ve been spending way too much time with Angel,” I state.

“Did someone mention me? I knew you girls talked about me when I’m not around,” Angel says after strutting in.

“We were saying what a douchebag you are for not showing up earlier when we needed help,” Paul says. Angel sits on my other side, then snatches the other half of my sandwich. I try to grab it back, but he’s too quick.

“You ass,” I hiss, and Angel laughs before taking an exaggerated bite of the sandwich.

“Forget him and spill, dude. What’s going on with you?” Paul urges. They all gawk at me, waiting for me to speak. I sigh, run my hand down my face, then sit back and tell them about how Taryn and I have been on edge with trying to get pregnant. None of them say a word, allowing me to get it all out. We are a family. Not by blood, but by choice. Sometimes I think that makes our bond even stronger.

“I don’t know why, but I can’t shake this feeling that there’s something wrong. I’m filled with this dread I just can’t explain,” I confess. My friends look at me with concerned eyes. I think I even see a little pity.

“Have you talked to Taryn about this?” Angel asks.

“No. She’s stressed enough without me piling more shit on her. I feel like there’s something she’s not telling me, though. She hasn’t been herself since she went to the doctor.”

“Maybe she’s stressed. As far as this feeling you have, try not to worry until there’s something to actually worry about,” Paul says.

“I can’t help being concerned about her.” I look down at my plate as I run my hands through my hair. Taryn is my life. My love. My everything. A life without her wouldn’t be a life worth living. I’m scared—scared for us all. Chase needs his mom. If something is wrong with her, how do we explain it to our little boy? He doesn’t deserve that kind of pain. Grabbing my beer, I take a long pull. I have to stop thinking this way. My girl will be fine. I’m being ridiculous.

“It’s probably nothing,” Kyle says, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Apprehension is plastered all over his face. Knowing Kyle, he’s more worried about me than Taryn. He most likely thinks I’m overreacting and making myself sick over this—and I am. As much as I hate it, I can’t shake this dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach. A praying man, I’m not, but right now, I’m making an exception. I’m praying to every God there is that my girl and our family will be fine.

“M
omma,” Chase calls to me from the living room. A smile immediately breaks out across my face at the sweet sound of his voice. “Momma. Come play with me,” he yells again. Reaching over, I grab the towel from the counter and dry my hands. There’s still a sink full of dishes, but they can wait. My baby boy wants to play with his momma and I’m not about to tell him no. Leaving the kitchen, I walk into the living room and sit on the carpet next to Chase. His face lights up the second I’m seated.