Page 24 of Marc (Men of Forbidden Temptation #2)

MARC

I’m as happy and nervous as a twenty-five-year-old virgin about to be laid on his wedding night.

Excitement courses through my veins and my stomach tightens with knots.

Today is the day we officially move Staci into my house.

We are packing up the rest of her stuff, emptying her house, and thoroughly cleaning it today, so the realtor can take pictures and put Staci’s house on the market tomorrow.

I back the moving truck into Staci’s driveway before shifting into park and engaging the emergency brake.

I grab the boxes and moving supplies out of the back of the truck as she unlocks the front door and opens the garage.

It’s been a week and a half since we have set foot in this county.

I thought it would be best for us to lie low and let Jared and his friends think they won while Staci and I submitted any and all paperwork the police and insurance needed for the slashed tires event and the breaking and entering.

Staci called Miss Edith to keep an eye on her house and call the investigator if Jared showed up at her house.

Thankfully, he never showed up, but it would have meant that he would immediately be arrested for violating the restraining order.

Miss Edith drove to my house to give us the footage of Jared breaking in and damaging Staci’s belongings, which we immediately handed over to the investigator dealing with the case.

Bringing the boxes inside the house, I place them in the living room and sit down on the couch next to Staci. “Have you heard anything about the filings?”

Her hair slaps at her face as she shakes her head. “Not yet. He’s supposed to call me if a judge signs off on it today.”

“Well, hopefully, the judge will do the right thing.”

Every day over the past week and a half, we have hoped that we would hear something from the security guy. He seemed so sure of things, but the longer it takes, the less sure I am that something good will happen.

I give Staci’s leg a light pat before standing and making my way into the kitchen, where her glass figurines are still on the counter .

After placing the stack of newspapers on the kitchen counter next to the tiny figurines, I grab a box from the living room and tape it up.

Staci expertly ties her hair up into a bun on top of her head and sighs.

“I don’t have much left after Jared broke into my house, so it shouldn’t take us more than a couple of hours to pack and clean.”

I refuse to let him and his past actions anger me anymore. I will replace everything he destroyed and then some just to see Staci happy.

“Do you want us to start in the kitchen and work our way to the back of the house, or start in your bedroom and work our way up here to the kitchen?”

She doesn’t even hesitate to think about the options I gave her.

She stands and immediately says, “Well, my bedroom and bathroom are almost empty, so it might be easier to start there and the other two bedrooms are practically empty except for the closets.”

“Sounds like your bedroom is the place to be.”

She turns to face me and raises her eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Her sultry tone has my brain skipping to the good parts of this afternoon when I can take her in the shower.

Maybe I’ll break in her bed right here and right now. Since packing isn’t expected to take too long, I can have her now and later .

Her voice breaks through my thoughts. “Come on, I’ll show you how comfy my bed is.”

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

My gaze locks onto her perfectly plump ass as I follow her down the hallway to her bedroom.

She stops walking unexpectedly, spins around, and bumps into me.

I wrap my arms around her to keep her from falling.

“Oops.” She giggles as she looks up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes.

Reaching around her ass, I lift her up and put her on the edge of her bed.

It’s much taller than mine, but it puts her at the perfect height to be eye to eye with me.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her sweet spot. Her lips brush against mine before her tongue snakes out to tease my lower lip.

My erection twitches in my shorts as it rubs against the thin cotton of her shorts. My lips demand control as I deepen the kiss.

The maple syrup she had on her pancakes a bit ago lingers on her lips.

She makes me feel insatiable despite fucking her on my weight bench a couple of hours ago.

A breathless moan comes from deep within her throat. “Take me.”

She pushes the fabric of her thin cotton shorts and panties to the side to expose her wet slit .

I push my shorts and boxers to the floor and line up the head of my cock.

Impatiently, she wraps her legs around my ass and pulls our bodies together. My cock spears her, and she moans as I push the rest of my length inside her.

I slowly pull out before pushing back in, ever so slowly.

“Faster.”

Moving slightly faster, I repeat my actions and pull out before slowly pushing back in.

Her grip on my cock tightens, and I almost spill myself inside of her.

But I manage to keep my orgasm at bay while I continue to slowly tease her.

In and out.

In.

And out.

My cock continues to stroke her walls as she clamps down harder on me.

“Please, Marc. Faster, please. Don’t make me beg.”

Hearing my name come out of her mouth as a moan has my balls ready to explode.

“Fuck, Staci. I love how you say my name.”

I thrust into her tight channel, needing to hear her scream my name in ecstasy. My thumb circles her little bud and I’m rewarded with her hips lifting off the mattress.

I circle faster as my thrusts get more erratic. Damn, I’m so close, but I’m not finishing unless she does first.

“So… close.”

I angle my hips to stroke her g-spot and I feel her walls grip my cock and hold on.

She digs her hands deeper into her cover as she leans her head back, closes her eyes, and screams through her release. “Oh, fuck! Marc, yes!”

I stop thrusting as my cock tenses and spills itself all over her inner walls.

“Marc.” She sighs as she slowly comes down from her sigh.

Her face looks angelic, flushed, and content.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making her as happy and sated as she appears to be right now.

After a few moments of staring at her face, I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips. She lazily kisses me back for a few moments.

I wish time would stop so we can stay like this forever, but unfortunately, we still have a lot to do.

She heads to the bathroom to clean up as I grab a box from the living room to pack up the rest of her clothes and shoes.

Heading into the closet, I grab the few pairs of remaining shoes and put them in the bottom of the box before packing hoodies, dresses, and tank tops on top.

Staci clears her throat from behind me. “You’re leaving them on the hangers?”

“Yeah. There isn’t that much left, unless there are still a lot of clothes in your dresser out in your room.”

“There’s some stuff, but not a lot.”

When the closet is empty, I carry the box to Staci’s dresser and help her put the rest of her clothes in the box.

I tape up the box before carrying it to the garage.

Joining Staci back in her room, I say, “Since your bed is still usable, we can put it in the second bedroom and get rid of mine.”

She walks over to me and places her hand on my arm. “I don’t want you to have to get rid of your stuff just because I am moving in with you.”

And I don’t want it to feel like just my house. I want her to move her stuff in and put her touches on every room.

“I could say the same to you about your belongings. Besides, I can always give my mattress to my parents for their guest room so they can get rid of their tiny daybed.”

She glances at her bed. “If you think they won’t mind.”

“They won’t.”

I don’t think it will take much to get them to get rid of the daybed. Dad’s been wanting to get rid of it since the day Mom brought it home.

Looking around her almost empty room, I envision how to load all of this onto the truck.

“How about we get all of this loaded onto the truck before packing up the other rooms? ”

She glances around at her bed, dresser, and night stands. “Sounds good.”

It doesn’t take long to load up the few items into the truck.

I follow Staci to her hallway, stopping when we get to the other two bedrooms.

She points to the room behind her.

“I have Christmas decorations and wrapping paper in this closet and table decor in a cart in the other room’s closet. Jared emptied the linen closet, so there probably isn’t anything left in there.”

I should remember if there are towels and sheets that survived, but it seems like so long ago and Staci was an absolute emotional mess.

Plus, my only goal that day was to try to get her out of here as soon as I could. I didn’t want her to have to see the destruction that Jared caused.

A soft, small smile forms on her face.

I wrap my arms around her waist. “What are you thinking about?”

She tilts her head back and looks up at me. “You.”

My heart skips a beat. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, about how great you are.” Her voice is soft, like she’s embarrassed to admit she was thinking about me.

“In bed?”

The cutest little chuckle comes from her. “Well, that too, but no, I wasn’t thinking about you in bed. ”

I pull her closer to me so she can feel my growing erection. “I bet you are now.”

Her face flames as she looks down at our touching bodies. “Guilty.”

If I don’t get her home, I’m going to take her here again and since she doesn’t have a bed anymore, it will be either on the kitchen counter, her small dinette table, or bent over her couch.

“I’ll get a couple of smaller boxes to pack up these rooms.”

I head to the living room and grab two small boxes and bring them back to the hallway.

In the time it took me to get the two boxes, Staci has moved everything from the two rooms into the hallway.

We only use one box for the linen that survived Jared’s assault. The Christmas decorations and wrapping paper are all in one plastic container and the table decorations are in their own rolling cart.

I move all of this to the garage as Staci disappears to her room.

She comes back carrying a medium duffle bag and her two blue curtains. “I’m going to leave the curtain rods for the next homeowner. We’ll need a small box for the laundry room and I’m going to see if I can find someone that needs a washer and dryer.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Well, it just makes sense, since you already have them at your house. There’s no point in us moving them just to have someone come to your house to pick them up. Maybe the new owner will need them.”

“That’s a possibility. I’ll pack up the laundry room.”

I grab the small box and load up the detergent, fabric softener, box of dryer sheets, and stain remover. There’s still room in the box, so I leave it open to add other things that we come across.

Joining Staci in the kitchen, I watch as she carefully wraps her glass figurines in the newspaper before placing them on top of her plates and bowls in the small box.

I check all the other cabinets and pull out anything that I can find.

It isn’t much.

Just a pot and pan set, a handful of utensils and serving spoons, and a measuring cup set.

After taping up the box, I say, “Kitchen’s done.”

She looks around the living room and sighs. “I guess all that’s left is to pack everything up and clean.”

We pack Staci’s measly belongings into the moving truck and focus on our next task.

Her bed, dresser, night stands, couch, end tables, dinette table, and the few boxes barely take up half the truck.

Staci grabs the vacuum while I grab the cleaning spray and start in the kitchen.

When she’s done vacuuming, she plops down on the freshly vacuumed living room carpet .

“Why hasn’t he called yet? It’s past five, so I know court is done for the day.”

Looking at the simple clock hanging in her kitchen, I see it is ten past five. “Be patient. Everything will work out.”

“How do you know?” She lets out a long, disappointed sigh.

“I just do. Plus, I have you, so I know everything will be perfect.”

Even if things don’t work out in court, having Staci out of this house and out of this county will be a win.

We finish cleaning in silence. Staci constantly checks her phone for any new information and frowns when her phone doesn’t show any missed calls or messages.

Her lips get further and further from her usual smile and it tears at my heart. There’s nothing I can do to speed things up, even if I tried.

It’s a waiting game, and the game is winning.

“Come on, let’s head home. We can unload the truck and leave everything in the garage tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. And then I’ll make us some dinner.”

“That sounds perfect, as long as I can help.”

When I go to protest, she grabs both of my arms and says, “According to your family saying, I’m no longer a guest or a pest. I’m family.”

Both my heart and dick jump with excitement at the thought of her being a permanent part of my family.

“Then I guess you get your wish.”

Her lips crash into mine and I’m left stunned. This wasn’t a particularly romantic moment, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in its mouth.

I kiss her back with equal fervor and only break apart to say, “We can unload the truck tomorrow. I need you again.”

She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her and push her against the drywall in her garage.

Neither one of us care that the door is open for all to see.

We need each other and we need it right now.

Fuck, I am head over heels in love with her and there’s no denying it.

It takes all my strength to break apart from her and lock up the truck as she locks her house.

I am careful to drive the speed limit to my house. I don’t need another ticket or an altercation with another of Jared’s friends.

When we finally get to my house, I back the truck into the driveway, park it, and set the emergency brake.

Staci and I hurry into the house, eager to finish what we just started.

As our lips and bodies clash into one another, the ringing of her phone has us breaking apart.

Staci glances at the caller ID. “It’s the security guy. ”

She answers the phone and I listen as the two of them make small talk.

I’m impatient for some good news.

She hangs up the call, but she doesn’t smile.

I search her face for any signs that it was a good call.

“Help me out here. What did he say? Was it good, bad, or indifferent?”

“They issued an arrest warrant for Jared this morning and he was calling to tell me they just apprehended him and he is now behind bars as he awaits trial.”

Staci sighs and for the first time since I’ve met her, I see her totally relax and breathe.

Her nightmare with Jared is finally ending.

And our dream life is just beginning.