Marking What's Mine (A Marksman's Tale Book 1) Page 3

  Sprawled on top of him, I worked my hips slowly but pressed my cock deep inside his body. My groin rubbed all over his ass as I circled my hips with each thrust. I kneaded his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair. Fuck, he felt too good. I didn’t want this to end.

  Pulling out from him, I lathered more lube onto my cock and over the rim of his asshole as well as inside. I tossed the tube aside and pulled him closer to the edge so most of his legs dangled over the edge to the floor. Straddling his thighs, I held him by the back of his neck, pinning him down to the bed effectively to receive my first power thrust.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cried out hoarsely, grabbing the sheet and squeezing hard as I rapidly fucked his ass. I almost lost him inching up the bed, but I scooted up his thighs.

  “You feel so fucking good!” I groaned, the sound of my pelvis slapping his ass over and over creating a music I wouldn’t get tired of ever hearing. I was close to coming, I could feel it in my back and the way my cock pulsed. I pulled out of his snug hole and slapped his ass hard so he jumped.

  “I want you to ride me,” I told him and scooted to the top of the bed where I lay onto my back. He gingerly picked his way over me and while he straddled my hips bent to kiss me. I clutched him by the back of his head and kissed him hard, smashing my teeth to his lips.

  “You’re so intense,” he gasped releasing my lips and reaching back to hold my cock while he settled himself.

  “You love it,” I smirked at him.

  “Who wouldn’t?” he remarked. “I’m fucking glad I stayed. I wouldn’t want to miss this for the world.”

  I allowed him to set a comfortable pace for himself while I reached for his cock and caressed him. With the back of his head thrown back and the muscles in his arms bulging from the intensity of our fuck, he rode me, his hips moving up and down. I teased his cock and caressed his thighs, his chest, his nipples, just about anywhere on his body I could get my hands on.

  “Fuck, Connor,” he grunted my name, and I knew that was the call of his release. I massaged his cock faster, pumping him until he jerked on top of me, and his come spurted onto my stomach.

  I released his cock, and while he was still in the throes of his climax, pulled him down to me. I locked my arms around his neck, keeping him down while I thrust upward. He groaned against me, grunting with each thrust. I claimed what he so freely gave me, still whispering in his ear how good his ass felt. My hips moved frantically as I felt my pending release. He cried out from the force of my thrusts. I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t slow my pace. I lost control, incensed by the climax that consumed me. With one final thrust, I stiffened, gasping and allowed my body its release.

  Chapter Five

  I never had any regrets before walking away from a one-night stand. Except, Mac hadn’t been just a one-night stand. I’d picked him up at the club Friday night, and we had spent the entire day Saturday together. I still had no idea how I allowed that to happen, but so far I was leaning toward believing I just hadn’t been done with him yet. The sex was nothing shy of explosive. Every single time I convinced myself it couldn’t have been as great as I remembered, he proved me wrong when we ended up in bed again. I lost count of the number of times I grabbed his ass over the weekend. He never protested and was always eager to assume whatever position I indicated.

  If I hadn’t known any better I’d have thought he was a rent-a-boy, ready to do whatever I said because he would get a reward of cash at the end. Mac’s only reward was the climaxes that hit him whether I was inside him or had his cock in my mouth.

  My plan when I drove down to Riverside had been to pick up a guy Friday night, get rid of him Saturday morning, possibly after another round of sex and then spend the day in bed recovering. Instead, I’d spent all Saturday with Mac. It hadn’t just been sex either. It turned out he was staying at a hotel too, and while we didn’t speak much about our personal lives, I understood that he was in transit to a new home somewhere. I didn’t ask where or I might end up feeling the urge to visit him after this.

  The day spent with him had been too damn good, and now I regretted it as I glanced at him, fast asleep on top of the bed covers. It was sneaky of me to leave when he was sleeping. It had never bothered me before but somehow I felt we had developed something more than a one-night stand, and I at least owed him a proper goodbye. But, I didn’t trust myself around him. I wasn’t looking for attachment, but the weekend with him had reminded me of my empty life and what I didn’t have. Except for my brother Paulie, there was no one else in my life, but he was different. Paulie was family. He was safe to love.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mac’s muscled frame, relaxed in sleep. He snored lightly and given the quiet of the early morning, I could hear it from where I stood at the door of the hotel room. Buck naked from the shower we had taken last night, the fullness of his ass held my attention. He had to be sore from our vigorous lovemaking but not even once had he asked to top me for a change. Not that I would have allowed him to. That would have been dangerous territory with this guy. I had no idea what it was about him, but if I wasn’t careful, he would make me break more rules than I already had.

  Pulled to him, I walked silently from the door back to the bed. I stopped myself from reaching out to him. He had one hand under the pillow his head was on. In sleep, he looked even younger than his twenty-three years. Twenty-three for fuck’s sake. What the hell had I been thinking? I’d been too drunk on the things his body was able to take from mine that our age difference hadn’t mattered. Nothing had mattered but how compatible we were in bed.

  “Fuck,” I muttered and ran my fingers through my hair. Why was it so hard to walk away this time? He didn’t mean anything to me. He was just another weekender. I’d had so many, especially in the past two years following my divorce from Jackson.

  You’re old enough to be his father. The thought entered my mind and was exactly what I needed to hear. Regardless of the unusual longing I was feeling, nothing could come of it when he was so young. Sure he enjoyed the sex now and even the company, but this would never make for anything serious or long term.

  With that thought, I left the hotel room and closed the door firmly on that chapter of my life. Chances were that he would consume my thoughts for a while, but I’d get over it. I eventually got over even Jackson cheating and leaving. He hadn’t been as young as Mac. Jackson was only ten years younger. Our marriage hadn’t lasted long. Concerned with giving him everything he wanted, I’d doted on him, and he acted like a kid. I should have let him go sooner and not wait to walk in on him with a hot younger stud. I still remembered the sight of my husband being fucked by a man more in line with his age. I also remembered I'd been so smitten with him and afraid to lose him that I'd forgiven him. Over and over. In the end, he had still walked out on me.

  Looking back at it, I realized our relationship had been doomed to fail from the beginning. We were together for all the wrong reasons. He loved the rough sex, and I enjoyed his youthfulness and wearing him on my arm like the latest fashion accessory nobody else could have. But I’d learned the hard way that only the other person could truly determine if they were yours.

  I couldn’t leave Riverside fast enough to return home where everything made sense. This weekend had just been a fantasy, and nothing about it was real. In real life, a twenty-three-year-old man didn’t fall in love or get into a long-term relationship with someone nearly twice his age. The age difference didn’t matter for a casual play, but a steady relationship was a different thing.

  Even though I knew I had done the right thing leaving when I had, I couldn’t get Mac out of my mind. I saw him as he had been yesterday when we took a break from the sex to lie in bed and watch some crappy show on the poor channels the hotel service provided. He’d landed on the Andy Griffith Show, and I’d been surprised he knew that one well.

  He chuckled at me and settled by my side, pressed against me as if he couldn’t stand being apart.

  “Why
does it surprise you?” he asked. “I’ve been told I’m old at heart.”

  I glanced at him up and down. He was just wearing his boxers. I quirked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t see anything old about you. If you knew how old I am, you probably wouldn’t have left the club with me.” I shouldn’t have brought up the age difference, but I wanted to know if it mattered to him. Given the way I took care of my body because of the physical demands of my job, I could be mistaken to be in my thirties.

  “Don’t tell me,” he said, concentrating hard. “You must be like...” His tongue peeked out the corner of his mouth as he pretended to calculate on his fingers. “In what century did dinosaurs live again?”

  I scowled at him while he laughed, his big frame shaking the bed. He laughed so hard tears ran down his cheeks, and I just stared at him in amusement, trying not to smile back at him but failing miserably.

  “Okay, smartass. At least you handle a prehistoric dick well enough.”

  That only sent him into more fits of laughter. I couldn’t remember the last time I was with someone in an intimate setting, and there was so much laughing. The guys at the precinct were funny and cracked jokes all the time, but this was different. This was the man I’d had moaning beneath me just a couple of hours ago.

  “Alright, stop, you’re killing me,” he said on a groan. “If you must know, I usually watched these shows with my granddad. He and gram raised me. They’re both gone now which was one of the reasons I chose to move. I’ve nothing back in Sardough.”

  He was right. I’d never heard of Sardough before. From the look in his eyes as he talked about his grandparents, he had obviously loved them. I wanted him to talk about me that way. Shit, this was exactly why I didn’t spend time with any of my weekenders. Spending time together meant sharing, and sharing meant caring. I didn’t want to care.

  Why then had I reached over and kissed him, offering him comfort? I scowled at the memory and turned on the radio to get Mac out of my head. It didn’t work. He would sneak back in, and it would take me minutes before I caught up on myself thinking about him.

  I was relieved when my modest two-story house came into view after the fifty-minute journey back home. My home was located on Pike Street, a little suburban area where many families had made their homes. I enjoyed the neighborly sounds of children playing in the nearby yards, and sometimes I’d even watch them from my window, a sad smile on my face as I thought about what could never be for me. I’d thought about adopting, but that would be unfair to a child given my line of work. I couldn’t be the single dad while spearheading our local police department. I’d thought Jackson and I could be parents when we got married, but his immaturity had quickly blown that dreams to shreds.

  After parking in the garage, I grabbed my overnight bag from the backseat and walked along the paved driveway to the front door. I noticed that the ‘for sale’ sign that had been on the Forrester’s lawn had been removed. I frowned, hoping whoever had bought the property would be as nice as the old lady who had lived next door. Her children had taken her to live with them and had put up the house for sale.

  I unlocked the front door and shrugged off my coat. After putting it away in the closet next to the door, I made a beeline for the kitchen. In my haste to get away from Mac I hadn’t stopped to eat, and I was starving. With all the rigorous activity of sex over the weekend, I needed nourishment.

  “Paulie, what are you doing here?” I exclaimed in surprise when I entered the kitchen and found my younger brother in the process of making himself a tuna cheese sandwich. Bare-chested and wearing one of my sweats, he was a younger version of me. Like me, he also happened to be gay as hell and a lot friendlier too. I usually worried for him and the kind of guy he would return home with. His heart was too big, and he rarely saw the bad in people until it turned worse.

  He shook his head at me. “Summer break. Weren’t you paying attention the last time I was here?”

  “Usually you don’t come down from Atlanta until the summer break is almost up,” I reminded him, then snagged one half of his sandwich. “Did you get into trouble?”

  He groaned and reached for two more slices of bread. He could eat me out of house and home when he was here.

  “Nah, just wanted to spend some quality time with my big bro,” he answered with a grin I didn’t trust.

  “Did you fail another class?” I asked suspiciously, passing him to grab a beer from the fridge.

  He groaned behind me. “I fail one class, and you never let me forget it.”

  “Yeah, you still blame it on the professor who was pissed to find out you were gay.”

  “Hey, that’s the truth, and I’m sticking to it. But, to answer your question, no, I didn’t fail anything. I’m the brains in the family. You’re the brawn.”

  I snorted at him. “Yeah, right.” I paused when I found him grinning knowingly at me. I scowled at him. “What’s the big ole grin for?”

  “I think you got a little something, right here,” he said and reached for the neck of my shirt. “Ooh, it’s a love bite. You got laid, didn’t you?”

  I scowled at him and placed my hand on my neck. There was no way I had a love bite on me. I never let anyone leave their mark on me. Ever. But I couldn’t be so sure at the rate Mac and I had been going.

  “Shut up,” I cautioned him when he snickered. “I’m going up to bed to get some sleep.”

  “Of course you need sleep because you were busy-”

  “I said to shut up, Paulie, or I’ll shove this sandwich in your pie hole.”

  I walked out of the kitchen, stuffing the sandwich in my mouth as I climbed the stairs. By the time I reached my bedroom the sandwich was gone. I immediately walked over to the dresser and checked out my neck in the mirror. Fuck, but Paulie was right. There was a pink area on my neck where Mac must have sucked on my skin. I couldn’t even remember him doing that.

  With a groan, I drained the beer and threw the can into the waste bin in the bathroom. I hoped the mark would fade by tomorrow when I returned to work. I pushed it from my mind, feeling more fatigued than anything else. I headed for bed and didn’t even bother to undress or pull the sheets off. Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep, dreaming of Mac. Not the stuff of wild dreams complete with sex and explosive orgasms. The kind with his laughter and the way his uncanny green eyes shone when he was happy.

  Chapter Six

  I slept for hours, finally waking up in the late afternoon. The sun was still up but had shifted in the sky so it would only be a few hours before night appeared. I groaned and sat up in the bed, trying to work the kinks out of my lethargic body. I ignored the fact that I had fallen asleep with Mac on my mind and woken up with him in the same position. How long would it last? I needed him out already.

  I dropped to the floor and did five sets of pushups just for the hell of it. I hadn’t been running over the weekend as I usually did to stay fit so this would have to do for today. After the half-hearted exercise, I took a shower. I couldn’t forget how upset Mac had been the first time I insisted we showered before having sex. As we’d spent those brief moments together over the weekend, I’d found he was just as careful about his personal hygiene as I was. Maybe it was because of handling materials once I became a police officer, but I was anal about personal hygiene.

  After taking a shower, I dressed in a pair of shorts and T-shirt then went to check on what my errant brother was up to. I descended the stairs and heard the television on in the living room. I stopped by to ask him if he wanted to go out to get something to eat or catch a movie to get my mind off Mac, but he wasn’t reclining on the couch as was his habit when he was home.

  Frowning, I switched the television channel until I came upon the Andy Griffith Show. My finger hovered over the button to change the channel, but I had to prove to myself that Mac wasn’t going to ruin this show for me. I’d watched Barney making an ass out of himself and not think about Mac even once.

  Replacing the remote control
onto the center table, I walked into the kitchen to grab a bag of Doritos from the cupboard. I frowned when I saw Paulie standing by the kitchen window staring out.

  “What’s so fascinating?” I asked, opening the cupboard. I was out of Doritos. I was out of chips. Damn, I’d have to run to the supermarket and pick up a few things. I didn’t feel like going just now though so I settled on the jar of pickled peppers from the fridge.

  “Did you know you’re getting new neighbors?” Paulie asked, his voice sounding distant. “Make that neighbor. I just see the one guy, and he’s hot. Like so fucking hot.”

  I bit a pepper in half and pointed the other half at him although his back was still turned toward me. We always spoke candidly to each other about sex and everything else. I’d been the one he turned to for advice when he hadn’t known what to do his first time. As much as I didn’t like discussing sex with him at that age of sixteen, I’d had to do it so he would know the facts. There were so many distorted versions of the truth out there.

  “Whatever you do, don’t you dare go over there to start trouble, Paulie,” I warned him. “When you’re off again I don’t need some lovesick guy beating on my door asking me for you.”

  He chuckled. “Hell, I’d stick around for this guy.”

  I grunted and decided to leave him to his ogle-fest. “I’ll be in the living room. Think your brain can function enough to order pizza for dinner?”

  “You’re paying, right?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from the window to grin at me. “The money I have on me is to ask out this guy next door.”

  I shook my head at him. “Sure, I’ll pay, but if you’re thinking of dating someone, do the responsible thing and get a job. At least for the summer.”

  “Already on it,” he answered, sounding smug. “It’s the reason I’m here. I got an interview tomorrow.”