Page 1 of Sweet Redemption
Chapter One
Markus
My knees hit the cold grey ceramic tile with a crack. I grunted out in pain as my head hovered over the white toilet bowl, puking out the contents of my late night debauchery. The acrid flavor of booze and whatever the fuck I ate in the last six hours coated my mouth and throat. What the hell was I thinking of, partying on a Monday night?
As the heaves left me, I spat once and flushed the toilet, but not before I closed the lid. I hated seeing that kind of shit, even though I created it.
I collapsed against the black and silver wallpapered wall, exhausted. One knee up and an elbow to that knee, my hand supported the weight of my lulling head, which felt like a twenty-pound bowling ball. My stomach ached, but the acid burn down my throat eased up. A good sign.
I looked around the pristine upscale hotel bathroom and cringed. How long could I keep up this pace of self-destruction? Would I be alive in another year? I knew that answer.Fuck no.
On shaky legs, I stood and stripped out of my rumpled vomit-stained pants. I opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water.
Hot, wet and so soothing to my numbed senses, I stood under the jet stream and let the water wash away all the filth.
Shit. I wish it could wash away the past and the biggest mistake of my life.
Almost sleeping with my brother’s wife was a big fucking screw-up in my life. But for all it was worth, that bitch lied to me. Brittany and Bryce weren't separated and hadn't filed for a divorce. Under her manipulating sharp tongue, I lost not only my twin brother’s trust but also the close bond we shared.
Though, in my defense, I hadn’t seen or heard from my brother in over a year. And the way Brit slept around, I figured what she spewed had to be true. Yet, there was no amount of excuse to remove what I did that cursed night. Aside from my bad judgment to believe that bitch, I should have never touched her.
The hurt and rage on Bryce’s face when he had walked in on us said it all. The only way to make amends was to leave. So I left the family’s firm and the only town I had ever called home.
Our grandfather had built the law firm from the ground up, to where it was today. The man had handed it down to his son and should have been passed to Bryce and myself. Last I heard, the firm would be turned solely over to my brother. He deserved it.
It has been almost two years now since I left Chicago, but the pain from my betrayal still left a black hole in my chest.
Damn it.I missed the sweet summer air of Lake Michigan, the bustling sounds of the city—I missed my brother too—so much, but I couldn’t go back. Especially not after the way I had retreated like a fucking coward.
I dipped my head under the hot spray and let the pelting water ease the tension from my scalp.
A breath of cold air seeped into the shower. I turned my head slightly and out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of blonde.
Before I could fully turn around, two slim arms wrapped around my middle and tightened. Cool skin—fake double D breasts, pressed against my heated back, rubbing up and down.
“You feel so good, Markus. You’re so hot.” Clarissa cooed as her fingers slid down my chest and cupped my flaccid dick. “And so addictive. I can’t get enough of your cock.”
“Oh really?” I couldn’t keep the irritation out of my tone. Normally, it wouldn’t take much to get me started, but tonight I knew it was a bad idea hooking up with Clarissa.
Though, I couldn’t speak for my dick, which had another agenda as her fingers began to stroke with purpose. I turned fully around in Clarissa’s arms, studied her face through the veil of spraying water between us. My hands stayed at my sides as I contemplated if I had enough of the bullshit. Was a fast hookup with no commitment for the future was what I wanted out of my life?
Hell no, but my dick was in the mood and I didn’t fight the need.
Clarissa held up a condom package. “Fuck me, Markus Landry,” she purred like a stroked kitten. She released my dick and slowly raked her fingernails down my shoulders, then across my nipples, pulling a hiss from my lips.
The sudden pleasure at the slight pain her nails caused had me leaning forward. My hands cupped her well-defined ass and lifted her slightly, as her left leg automatically wrapped around my waist. We were hip to hip so I could rut against her.
“What do you want, Clarissa?” I growled out, wanting her mouth around my dick so she could finish me off fast.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and groaned. “Fuck me, Markus. Fuck me hard and good.”
“No.” I loosened my grip and she slid down my body until her knees hit wet tile.
“Then let me suck you,” she said as her eyes strayed to my length. The tip of her tongue danced across her lower lip, hungry and wanting.
I gave her a single nod, my approval, which she keenly began sucking me off as though she was starved. I took a hard hold of her hair and watched her swallow me whole, all the way to the back of her throat.
With a firm grip at the base of my shaft, her tongue laved every inch of my hard flesh with eagerness. My hips began to pump, filling her mouth with assured strokes. Between the heat of the shower hitting my back and the way Clarissa attacked my cock with gusto, I eased into euphoria and knew I wasn’t going to last long.
