Page 2 of Only His

“Your parents are almost back,” Eli says giving me a nod and smile. “Looks like somehow the only cheese that was picked up was pepper jack.”

“Yuck,” I groan, then slam my mouth shut to keep it from turning into a moan when Mark’s arm tightens around me, holding me against his side.

“I know, you can’t stand it. That’s why I called your parents when I realized it,” Mark tells me, and I can’t hold back the smile that hits hearing that. “I offered to go get it, but they said since they were already out, they’d do it and to keep an eye on you until they get here.”

“What are they worried I’ll do? Run off and join the circus?” I tease.

“You’re not funny enough to be a clown and no way could you walk a tightrope so that’s definitely out of the running,” Callie says, pulling a laugh from me. “I’m going to go change, you coming?”

“Nope, I’m already dressed for the pool,” I return giving her a wink as she looks at the way I’m leaning into Mark. She’s the only person that know how much I want him to be my first, my last, my always, so she just gives me a grin, telling me her question was for his benefit. I let her move into the pool house to change while Mark walks me away from the grill.

I don’t ask where we’re headed and smile further when we turn out of sight of Eli.

“Happy birthday, angel,” he says, picking up a gift box. It’s small, like a jewelry box and I lift my brow his way anxious to open it. “Go on, no need to be shy, Gin.”

My fingers slide the bow off the box, opening the lid to reveal what’s most definitely a jewelry box inside it. My breath catches when I open the lid of the velvet box, finding a gorgeous necklace inside it. It’s a Celtic love knot wrapped around a heart made of pink stones that I’m positive are diamonds, and I love it. “Mark…”

“I saw it while I was in London and knew it was perfect for you,” he says, taking it out of the box for me. I don’t even begin to think of refusing, and pull my soft blonde hair aside, letting him fasten it around my neck. It’s not overly long, more collar than necklace length, but it feels perfect just as he said.

“It’s gorgeous and I love it, thank you,” I finally get out, giving him a huge hug. I don’t want to let go but the sound of others heading our way has me pulling back.

“Behave angel, I’ll be watching,” he states, and I keep that in my mind as the afternoon progresses. There are so many peoplecoming and going I don’t have time to get in the pool until it’s mostly just friends of my parents and relatives left.

A dip sounds good to cool my heated body and I head that way but stop as Mark tugs me onto his lap as the group he’s with wants to talk to me. I can’t turn away this opportunity and I settle in letting the discussion go on until it turns away from things that interest me without leaving.

Callie’s shout to join them in the pool gives me the perfect chance to show off to Mark and I reach up to take off my new necklace, not wanting it to come off in the pool. I feel along the chain but can’t find the clasp and tilt my head trying to see if I can see it instead.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Mark whispers against my ear and I glance back his way, the glimmer in his dark sapphire eyes makes my body nearly overheat.

“I can’t find the clasp. I don’t want it getting lost in the pool.”

A smile slips onto his lips and that glimmer grows deeper, nearly knocking me over at its intensity. His words though, they make my insides clench in the best ways. “It won’t. Only I can take it off you.”

“Mark…”

“Everyone that sees it will know you’re not available now,” he adds as his free hand, hidden beneath the table we’re at, slides up under my skirt. His warm palm slips up, cupping my pussy and he gives it a hard squeeze, stopping my breath. His is warm against my ear and I barely stop the gasp from falling when his finger slides under the edge of my bikini bottom, sliding straight up against my lips and then into my pussy. “This belongs to me, doesn’t it, angel?”

I breathe in deeper when he slides another into me, the incredibleness of it nearly blinding me.

“Spread your legs wider, let me have more of what’s mine, Ginny,” he adds next to my ear, and I can’t stop. I don’t wantto stop this. His fingers plunge deeper inside me as my legs fall open wider, fucking me harder even as he turns back to the conversation at the table.

The need builds deeper inside me, and I shift, trying to move away from the pleasure he’s giving me, but he doesn’t stop. A third finger fills me, and I reach down, gripping his leg to keep myself steady.

“Give it to me, angel, or I’ll feed you my cock, right here,” he whispers into my ear as the heel of his hand rubs hard against my clit. It’s far too much—his touch, his dirty words and the hint of a threat within them—and I can’t stop the orgasm that hits, or the choked noise it pulls from me.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” my aunt, my mom’s sister Samantha, asks looking over at me. None of them said a word about me sitting on Mark’s lap for so long, which is a bit surprising since normally it’s mostly just hugs or him standing with his arm around me at parties. I bite my tongue to keep the new moan from sounding as Mark’s fingers send another wave of pleasure through me.

“Did you eat the cheese dip again?” Mark asks, a grin in his eyes as I turn to look at him. “You know it upsets your stomach, Gin.”

“It does,” I get out as Mark’s fingers pet my wet pussy, smearing my juices all over my thighs before he pulls his hand out from under my dress. “I think I should go lay down for a bit.”

“Take something for your stomach so you don’t miss your dinner,” Callie says from the edge of the pool, her eyes narrow on me, a bit suspicious, but I can’t focus on her curiousness right now.

Oh no, I need to get out of here before I attack Mark’s mouth and beg for him to take me. I don’t know how my family would react to that. Will react if my biggest dream comes true and Mark does want me for good. Wants to take me out and showme off. Kiss me no matter who’s around. And it’s definitely something I don’t want coming out today like this.

I give Callie a nod before hurrying up to my room. I don’t know whether to cry or scream from how incredible that was. My body is still reeling from it, and it’s just made me hungrier for more, for the rest of Mark.

I slip into the bathroom, just staring at myself and the necklace around my neck for the longest time. Mark’s words that only he can take it off flow back through me and I use the mirror to study the chain, finally finding where it clearly closes, but there is no button or little clasp I can find to take it off. It honestly looks like it was soldered together after I was wearing it. As though a claim like he said. A claim to show that I belonged to someone—was owned by them.

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