Page 23 of Marc (Men of Forbidden Temptation #2)

STACI

My heart pounds in my chest as Marc pulls his car into an abandoned restaurant's parking lot.

Marc might not know, but we are back in my county and this is too much of a coincidence to actually be a coincidence.

Marc reaches over me to grab his insurance and registration from the glove box before getting his driver’s license out of his wallet.

A loud tap on Marc’s window causes me to let out a yelp.

Marc rolls the window down and lets the officer speak.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

I don’t hear Marc’s reply because I immediately remember the officer’s face.

He’s the one that showed up at Jared’s house the night I had to call for an ambulance.

He’s the one that covered up the destruction that Jared caused that night .

And he’s the one that told Jared exactly what words to say to get me to forgive him and not go through with the divorce.

Anger and hatred build up inside of me.

I hate he knew what Jared did and what he was capable of, and all the friend did was cover it up.

I hate he continues to cover up shit for Jared.

And most of all, I hate I allowed myself to feel stuck in a life and marriage I never should have stayed in.

Of course, with my luck, we would be pulled over as soon as we cross county lines by one of Jared’s friends.

The cop’s aggressive tone has me focusing on the situation at hand. I can remember the past another time.

“Would you like to spend the night in jail?”

What the hell did Marc say to get that kind of response?

Marc hands over his paperwork and the police officer heads back to his car.

Marc glances at me and I ask, “What the hell happened?”

Marc’s eyes narrow as he stares at me. “Did you not hear the conversation?”

I could lie and say I did hear it, but I don’t want to lie to Marc. “No, I was too busy having a miniature internal freak out because I know who that is.”

His eyes widen for a second before returning to normal. “Jared’s friend?”

“One of the many. ”

“Ah, this all makes sense now. No wonder he was being a dick.”

“Yeah, so please don’t do or say anything stupid. The sooner we can get to the diner, the better.”

I don’t want to be stuck in this town, especially if word gets out that we are filing police reports against Jared in the neighboring county.

Marc gives me a small smile. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

I turn around in my seat to check on the officer. When he gets out of his vehicle, I face forward and sit as still as I can to not draw attention to myself.

The officer hands Marc his paperwork and license back.

“What business do you have in this county?”

Marc takes a deep breath and squeezes his hand into a tight ball. “We are just passing through to get some food.”

“Well, I think it would be best if you stay on your side of the train tracks.”

Marc scoffs. “This is a free country and I’m allowed to cross county lines if I want.”

The officer’s tone gets deeper and is filled with hate. “You don’t want trouble.”

The veins in Marc’s forearm bulge as he squeezes his fist tighter. “Of course not, but you can’t close off an entire county for a law-abiding citizen.”

Jared’s friend clears his throat. “You aren’t welcome here.”

“The fuck I am. ”

Why must Marc antagonize the officer? We should have already been at the diner, or at least almost there.

The officer narrows his eyes. “You have no business in this county. You don’t work here and you don’t live here.”

Marc sits up straighter in his seat and clenches his jaw for a moment. “As long as Staci owns property here and Jared is harassing and breaking into her house, I do have business here.”

The officer bends forward to look at me. “Hey, Staci. I’ll be sure to tell Jared I saw you.”

Marc huffs. “Are you going to give me a ticket or not?”

After some tense moments of Marc and the officer staring at one another, the officer hands over a sheet of paper. “I already did. Y’all be safe out there.”

Marc scoffs as the officer walks back to his car.

I take the paper from Marc and read the citation. “He gave you a ticket for having an illegal tint on your car windows.”

Marc shrugs as he drives off. “It’s only a hundred dollars.”

“And how do you know this?”

“I’ve gotten one before. It was years ago and wasn’t in this county.”

“Look at you continually breaking the law.” I tease.

Marc flashes me a grin. “I like living dangerously. ”

We share a laugh as he pulls into the parking lot of the diner.

He holds open the door to the restaurant for me. His gaze wanders over my body through the all glass door. The two bells hanging on the door signal our arrival.

Marc follows close behind me and when his hand grazes my ass, he gives it a light squeeze. I chuckle and turn around to face him so he can see me wag my eyebrows.

His eyes darken with lust at my gesture. He whispers, “Food first.”

Looking around the near empty diner, I ask, “How about we take the same booth as last time?”

He glances at the booth we occupied during our last visit. “Sounds perfect.”

The same waitress as before greets the two of us once we are seated.

“Welcome back, you two. Do you want to order your usual?”

Marc looks at her and nods. “I’ll have my usual.”

The waitress turns her attention to me. “What about you, hon?”

“Marc’s usual meal was really good last time, so I’ll have it again.”

The waitress smiles and jots our order down on her notepad.

“So, that will be two cheeseburgers all the way, seasoned fries, and a chocolate milkshake? Anything else? ”

Marc shakes his head. “I think we are good with that.”

“Alright. It will be right up.”

Just like last time, she hangs the order sheet up for the cook before grabbing two milkshake glasses.

Marc grins and slides out of the booth and heads to the jukebox.

Just like last time, I unashamedly stare at the way his shorts hug his ass, the way his shirt clings to his arms, and the way his muscles ripple with every movement.

My core tightens with need as anticipation courses through my body.

He presses a couple of keys and I watch as the disc changes and a fun, upbeat song comes on.

Marc walks back to me and holds out his hand for me to take. Linking my hand with his, he pulls me until I am standing in front of him.

A laugh escapes my lips as he twirls me again and again.

I feel like a teenager again, with butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I dance with my boyfriend.

My boyfriend.

My smile grows as I see him watching my every move.

“You definitely know how to cheer a woman up.”

He pulls me close to his chest and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Not just any woman, my woman. ”

I love the way he says that, almost in a growl, like a man staking his claim for all to hear.

“You are almost too perfect, you know.”

He pulls away to look me in the eye.

“There is no such thing as too perfect. We just fit together like spaghetti and meatballs. Plus, I am far from perfect and don’t try to be.”

I gesture towards him. “See? Perfect.”

He chuckles and slides back into the booth. “I wish I were as perfect as you think I am. The truth is, you deserve so much more.”

How could he say that?

Sure, no one is perfect, but he has been perfect for me. If anything, he deserves someone that’s not broken and recovering from past trauma.

The waitress brings our milkshakes over and places them on the table in front of us.

She pauses for a moment before blurting out, “If you don’t mind an old lady butting in, I’ll say that I have never seen Marc this happy in all the years that he’s been coming here.”

My eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yes, and I’m not just saying that because you are the only woman he has brought here. Well, besides his sister, but I’ll leave the two of you alone to enjoy your shakes. Your meals will be here in just a few.”

She turns around and heads back to the counter.

I take a sip of my shake and whisper, “Thank you. ”

Marc freezes, with the straw barely touching his lips. “For what?”

“For being you.”

His eyes narrow as confusion clouds his eyes. “It’s not like I can be anyone else.”

We share a laugh before sipping our shakes.

True to her word, our plates of food are delivered in a few minutes.

I take a bite of the juicy cheeseburger and moan. It is just as good as last time and is just comforting enough to help me forget about my slashed tires and Marc’s ticket, even if it is just temporarily.

Marc’s eyes are on me like a hawk stalking his prey.

“Careful making those kinds of noises.”

I softly moan again.

“Or what?” I challenge.

“Or we will be getting our meals to go and risking many tickets to get home as fast as I can, so I don’t bend you over right here and right now.”

My core clenches and I gulp.

He’s painted quite the picture.

I want him and I want him now.

“Your house is ten to twelve minutes away.”

He leans closer to me from across the table. “I can make it home in eight.”

Eight minutes to home and another one to two minutes until I’m screaming through an orgasm.

Moisture grows between my legs. “Then let’s get this to go. ”

Marc pays as I pack up our meals, leaving our half-drunk milkshakes behind.

Neither one of us speaks as Marc drives home. His fingers trail up my thighs in a tantalizing manner.

With each stroke, Marc gets closer and closer to my apex.

“It’s a shame you don’t have a backseat.”

Marc squeezes my thigh. “I’ll trade this car in tomorrow for a van.”

Chuckling, I playfully smack his hand that is on my thigh. “That’s not what I meant. I can wait a few minutes until we are home.”

“Car sex would be fun.”

It would be exciting and thrilling. Especially in the new SUV’s where the entire back two rows fold down to make a bed.

Our conversation dies as he pulls his car into the garage.

As soon as the garage door begins to close, I get out and start undressing.

He pulls his shirt over his head and places it on the hood of his car as he walks towards me.

I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to my feet. Stepping out of them, I meet him at the front of the car.

In a swift movement, he lifts me up and sits me on the hood of the car.

Our lips crash into one another as my hands grip at his chest, urging him to move faster .

He grips my hips, pulling me closer until his erection is lined up with my core.

Leaning back against the hood of his car, I reach between our bodies and guide him inside.

I moan as he eases into me, inch by glorious inch.

He slowly eases out before slowly thrusting in.

“I know you are trying to be sweet and caring, but I need it hard and fast right now. I feel like I am ready to explode.”

Marc wraps his hands around my ass, digs his fingers into my skin, and pulls me onto his erection.

He gives me exactly what I need.

His erection spears into me, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible.

As Marc’s thrusts get deeper and faster, my fingers rub my clit.

I cry out from the sudden rush of euphoria. “Fuck, yes!”

Marc’s hooded gaze roams over my bouncing breasts before locking onto our joined bodies.

He grunts as I clamp my walls around his erection.

My fingers rub faster as Marc angles his hips to hit my g-spot.

“So… close.” I moan as my eyes close, and my vision is replaced with stars.

Marc’s thrusts become erratic with his release close to eruption.

His grip on me tightens as he stills .

He grunts as his warm release coats my inner walls.

Breathing heavily, we gather up our discarded clothes and head inside to his master bathroom.

After a quick shower, Marc reheats our dinner while I set up the laptop to edit the pictures.

Marc carries the plates of leftovers to the couch, placing mine on the coffee table in front of me.

“Thank you. You know, I could get used to this.”

“The sex in the garage part or the eating leftovers on the couch together?”

How could I choose just one?

Both events are memorable in their own ways.

“Uh, both.”

Marc turns on the tv and looks my way. “I am more than happy to make it happen wherever and whenever.”

“In that case, add the studio to the list.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea. I don’t even know how many times I’ve thought of taking you on the couch.”

My face warms as I think about Marc fantasizing about me.

“I’ve thought about you taking me in one of the changing rooms or the shower stalls.”

Marc chokes on a bite of his burger.

“Dammit, woman, you need to warn me before you say something like that. I was not prepared.”

“Well, how about after we finish eating and I finish work, I'll show you other ideas that I’ve had? ”

Marc places his plate on the coffee table. “I’m done now.”

I let out a little laugh. “We need to eat and resupply first, because I think it’s going to be a long night.”

Marc nods. “A long and satisfying night.”