Read Online Red, White and Beautiful by Bec Botefuhr - Free Book Online Page A

haveachancetocomedownfrommyhighashequickensthepace,Ican feelhisballsslappingagainstmyassashethrustshishipsandfillsme withhiscock.
    “Fuck,fuck,more!”Irasp,forgettingthatIreallyshouldn’tbe lettingmyheadbouncearoundthismuch.Idon’tcarerightnowthough, itfeelstoodamnedgood.Infact,thepainalmostmakesit…dareIsay…
    better?
    Hehissesandhishandslapsdownontomyass,Igrowl,yesgrowl andtiltmyhipsuptomeethisthrustsdeeper.
    “Again,”Irasp.
    Hespanksmeagain,theburningofhisslapradiatesthroughmyass andintomyclit.Hereachesdown,flickingitwithhisthumbasherocks hishipsharderandfaster.Whenhishandslapsmeagain,Ieruptinan orgasmsointenseIseewhiteforamoment,holyshit.IhearMarcus’
    roarofpleasureashiscockbeginstospurthardanddeepinsideme.He groansmynameandslowshiships,gentlyrockingandmilkingeverylast dropfromhisshaft.OurpantingcombinesandallIcanhearintheroom isthesoundofourdeep,intensebreathing.
    “Baby,”hemurmursagainstmysweatslickenedback.
    “God,”Iwhimper.
    “You’resofuckin’perfect.”
    Heslidesoutofmeandquicklyreleasesmyhands,hepullsmeup andintohishard,firmchest.Iturn,wrappingmyarmsaroundhimandI breatheinthesmellofhim,meandsex.Hestrokeshisfingertipsupand downmybackandIsighdeeplyasmybreathingbeginstoslow.
    “Youdidit,”hemurmursintomyhair.
    “Idid,”Isayinasmall,tiredvoice.
    “Sleep,angel.”
    “Marcus?”
    “Hmmmm?”
    Iroll,nestlingmyfaceintohischest.“Thankyou.”
    “Always.Howareyoufeeling?”
    “Sore,myheadishurtingalittlenow.”
    Hestiffens.“Youshouldhavetoldmetostop.”
    “Ididn’twantyouto,it’sok,it’snothingmajor.”
    “Youneedtokeepresting.”
    “Whattimeisit?”
    “It’sveryearly,sleepsomemore.”
    “Hmmmm,”Imurmur,feelingmyeyelidsgrowingheavy.
    IfeelMarcusmoveawayamomentlater,andhetucksmeingently beforestrokingmyhairandthenleavingtheroom.Ifallintoarather blissfulsleep,lettingthepaingowithme.
    ~*~*~*~*
    MARCUS
    Isit,staringdownatherperfectsleepingform.Gorgeousthickhair fannedoutacrossthepillow,thatbeautifulfacedeepinslumber, completelyrelaxedandcontent.Iwanthertolooklikethisallthetime.I don’twanttoseeworryonherface.Well,Iwanttoseeallthatwithout theblackbruiseonhertemple.Sillygirl.Istandandpullonmysuit pantsandtuckinmywhiteshirt.Shedoesn’tmoveasIgathermy belongingsandtreadquietlyoutoftheroom.Iclosethedoorgentlyand walkintothekitchen,shruggingonmyjacketasIpoweronmyphone.
    I’mgreetedwithamassofmessagesandmissedcalls.Itneverends.
    Iglanceatthescreen.MostmessagesarefromChayne,afewfrom workcolleaguesandonefrom…Ben?Iopenthatvoicemailbuthe’sleft nothing.Smartman.Ifhecalledtothreatenme,leavingavoicemail wouldn’tdohimanyfavors.Iflickoutofthecallscreenandlookat Chayne’smessages,thewomanistryinghard,nodoubtsurethatI’m tryingtofindawayoutofthisblastedpre-nup.Sheknowsit,andshe’s freakingout.Can’tblameherreally.Honestlythough,sheshouldhave neverfuckingcheatedinthefirstplaceanditwouldhavenever happened.
    Iturnonthecoffeemachineanddialbackafewoftheimportant calls.Twentyminutesandtwooutburstslater,andI’monecoffeedown andlateforwork.Sierrastillsleeps,soI’mnotgoingtowakeher.
    Lettingmyeyesscanthekitchentop,Ifindapieceofpaperandablue pen.Idropmybriefcaseandquicklyscrollheranote.Iknowshe’llsmile whensheseesit,andthat’llmakemehappy.Hersmileismysunshine.
    HersmileiswhatI’mdoingthisfor.Iwon’tloseheragain.
    Sweetheart,
    Ihadtogotowork.Thinkofmewhenthathotwaterrunsdownover yourbody,bringingyoursweetlittleclitalive.Don’ttouchyourself though.Ihavebigplansforus.Keepsmiling,sweetgirl.Don’tforgetto restyourheadandcallmeifyouneedanything,otherwise,I’llcallyou later.
    Mx
    Iputthenotedownbesideherphoneandgripmybriefcaseagain beforewalkingout.WhenIgettothelimoandclimbin,Istareupatthe windowwhereshelays.Idon’tknowwhatthefutureholdsforusbutshe sureasshitischangingme.Inchbyinch,sectionbysection,she’s creatingsomeoneIdon’tknow,but,someoneIambeginningtolike.
    She’sshowingmethatcontrolisn’teverythingandlovecanbefound twiceinone’slife.That’sabiglessonalotofusnevergetthechanceto