Page 14 of Wicked Truths

I laugh, shaking my head. “All right, well, I guess you better remind me why I like you.” I freeze, blinking repeatedly. “Sometimes.”

Marcus snorts, yanking my heeled feet up to rest on his ass as he prowls over me. “I hate seeing Sullivan touch you. You should be thanking me for taking that energy out on your tight little body rather than finding that fucker, so we can have a heart-to-heart about him not touching what’smine.”

I shiver, clutching his bare shoulders as his weight presses me deliciously into the mattress. I know Sullivan doesn’t want me, and Marcus does too. But somehow, the growly, dominant cavemanyou’re minevibe he exudes makes me feel so damn wanted that I don’t know how to fight the smile crossing my face. He grinds his hard cock into my aching core, dry fucking me into the mattress, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.

It’s hard to admit it, but I’m growing more addicted to these moments.

* * *

Jamen Jacobs calls early the next morning. I’m still naked with Marcus curled around my back when I answer. I’m half delirious for the conversation, but unless I’m dreaming, Jamen found us some possible rhythm guitarists, and we need to be at the record label within two hours to listen to their auditions.

“No,” Marcus grunts, yanking me back into his half-hard cock.

“Sorry.” I chuckle, rolling to face him. “Jamen has candidates for our final band member. We’ve got to get to Ruined.”

“Aww, fuck,” Marcus grumbles, palming my ass. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

“I’m going to go with no, considering it’s thirty minutes away and we both have to shower,” I tell him, brushing my fingers over his cheek.

Marcus grins a lazy, barely awake kind of smile. “We’ll shower together.”

My silly heart races at that look, and even though I know it’s dangerous territory, I still nod my agreement. “All right, I just need to text Hawk and Sullivan, so they can start getting ready too.”

“Sounds good to me.” Marcus shoves my shoulder until it hits the bed and prowls down my body. I’m probably still filled with his cum from last night or early this morning, but he buries his face in my pussy while I’m attempting to formulate a coherent text.

* * *

Marcus and I take way too long in the shower. He’s got a towel wrapped low around his hips, but other than his wrist bands and bracelets, he’s completely nude. It’s always strange to me that he never takes them off.

“Did you hear me, pretty girl? Or were you too busy eye-fucking me?” Marcus runs a hand down his abs, over his towel, until he’s cupping his cock.

My cheeks heat as my eyes pop up to meet his. Shit, I guess it’s preferable for him to think that.

“Okay, so should I go out and make sure no one is around?” I grip the top of my towel as I slide past him.

“I think that might be just as obvious as them seeing me.” Marcus slaps my ass, and his face appears over my shoulder.

“Maybe I can form a distraction? Like I’ll drop my towel if someone is in the kitchen and you can sneak by,” I ramble because having his salty scent so close always seems to scramble my brain a little.

“Fuck no. That’s not happening,” he growls, pulling me back into his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of experience sneaking out the next morning. Never in the same house, but…” I can feel my face contort into a grimace, and he snorts. “Uh-oh, are the claws about to come out?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I don’t much like the idea of either of them seeing you naked, so I get it.”

I frown but nod my understanding.

“I don’t want to hear about that stuff,” I grumble because yes, I’m still stuck on hating to think about him with anyone else.

“That’s the most adorable little pouty face I’ve seen in ages.” He squeezes my cheeks and pulls my mouth to his. It’s a quick tease of a kiss, and it’s slightly uncomfortable due to the angle, but I still ache to melt into him.

He nuzzles his cheek to mine from behind. “Get ready, and I’ll do my best to make it to my room without detection.”

“Are you sure I shouldn’t—”

He slaps my towel-covered backside again. “I don’t think either of us need the complications that come when your half-cocked protectors figure out you let me fuck you—and I’m not exaggerating when I say—quite fucking regularly.” Marcus chuckles, sliding me to the side.

My heart pangs slightly, and I can’t decide if it’s his emotion or mine. Marcus pulls open the door, heading out as I’m still trying to formulate the words to tell him that I’m not ashamed of him.

I quickly toss my hair up into a ponytail that I know will dry a mess of curls, but my mind is still stuck on Marcus.

I’m pretty sure he needs to hear the words at some point soon, but right this second, I have to get dressed and to Ruined Records so that we can finally complete Wicked Truths.

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