Page 26 of Marcellus: House of Drakos

Savannah woke up, not lying beside Marcellus with his arms around her the way she had fallen asleep.

But she woke up on top of Marcellus, his dress shirt she wore around her waist, and his hands on her ass in a frozen squeezed position.

And his penis had wedged itself between her legs.

When she realized all of this, she lifted her head up quickly, as if by reflex.

Her sudden move caused Marcellus to wake up too.

When he opened his eyes and saw Savannah’s adorable face staring back at him, he smiled. It wasn’t a dream after all. “Good morning.”

“How did I get on top of you?”

That was news to him. “Apparently I pulled you on top of me.”

“When?”

“I have no recollection of it, but I assumed it was during the night.”

He seemed so open with her, and so innocent about it, that she believed him. Besides, he was a man who could have any woman he wanted at the drop of a hat. He didn’t have to sneak peeps at her.

But it was only during her questioning of her changed position did he realize just what she meant.

He could feel her small, bare bottom beneath his large hands, and his penis between her legs.

“Ah,” he said as he felt what she was feeling.

“I see what you mean.” But when he said it, he had a sudden erection, which she felt too.

Both of them were staring into each other’s eyes. He relaxed his hands on her ass: he wasn’t squeezing her anymore, which she appreciated. But it wasn’t lost on her that he didn’t remove his hands altogether. Not that she wanted him to. Oddly enough, she didn’t.

And it was as if they reset right then and there. “Good morning,” he said to her again.

“Good morning. Any word on Niko?”

“No. I checked overnight. My son Scottie, who happens to be the chief of security for Drakos Aeronautics, is still here at the house with us overseeing the activity. Then he took one of his big hands and cupped her small chin. “You’re worried about him.”

“Of course I am. I’m surprised I slept at all. From what you’re telling me now, you barely did.”

“Actually I slept better than I usually do. But don’t let my tough exterior fool you. I’m worried sick too. He’s my son.”

“Which you love deeply.” For some reason Savannah wanted the words to come out of his mouth. Niko said they never had in his entire life.

And they weren’t coming out that morning either. Marcellus said nothing.

The wall was still there, Savannah thought. Until she began to feel his hands rubbing her backside. She looked at him.

Marcellus could not believe how much of a boner he had for this woman, particularly at a time like this.

But he had it and he had it bad. So bad that he even stared into her eyes wondering how it would feel to ease his penis inside of her big and raw.

He stopped having unprotected sex completely after child number five was born, which was over twenty-six years now, but he would reconsider it for Savannah.

But Savannah knew that look he was giving her all too well. Not that she didn’t want it. She did. But it wasn’t the time nor place. And before things got out of hand, she began getting off of him, and out of bed.

Marcellus could feel his erection harden even more as she slid off of him.

But as she began walking toward his ensuite bathroom, easing down his shirt that was bunched up around her waist, but before that revealing her small, tight ass to him, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself.

But he also knew, given the circumstances, that he had to.

He swung his feet out of bed and sat on its edge.

Niko’s kidnappers had said they’d be in touch in the next couple days.

Which could be today. His goal was to give them whatever they wanted in exchange for his son, and get his child back.

It was that simple to him. But what if Savannah was right and there was a connection to his aviation disasters?

That would mean it wasn’t just greed they were after, but something personal.

Something that specifically involved him and not just his money.

Which, unlike paying a ransom, would be a nightmare to contain.

Which only heightened his anxiety.

And his need for a release valve.

And when he made his way to the bathroom and saw that Savannah had washed her clothing and hung them up on the hooks of the bathrobe racks, he smiled.

She was so down-to-earth that it warmed his heart.

Here was a woman who didn’t give a damn about how things looked to other people, and he was loving it.

She knew the clothes on her back were the only clothes she had at the time, so she took care of the problem by washing out what she had.

Although, what she didn’t know, was that overnight, while she slept, Marcellus had given her key to his housekeeping supervisor and ordered her, accompanied by security guards, to go to Savannah’s apartment, get as many of her clothes and undergarments as she could gather up, and bring them to his mansion.

All while she slept like a baby. It was intrusive, he knew, but he felt it needed to be done. And it was done.

He also noticed that she had discarded his shirt and was already in his shower bathing. Which only made him more determined. He peed quickly, washed his hands, and then made his way to the stall.

When he opened the door and saw her in all of her nakedness, looking so damn sexy that he couldn’t contain himself, he got in that shower with her. Didn’t ask permission. Just got in.

But Savannah wasn’t startled by his forwardness. That look in his eyes was exactly how she felt too. She’d been fighting it off ever since she saw him again, but it was a losing battle. She welcomed his intrusion.

At first he moved up to her, staring into her eyes, fondling her breasts, squeezing her ass. All of which made her heart start beating faster. But when he leaned down and kissed her, everything changed. It felt so good to her, and she tasted so wonderful to him, that they both lost it.

He lifted her into his arms, slammed his back against the shower wall for leverage, and then he lifted her higher. And he feasted between her legs, which made him even hungrier for her.

When she was wet and ready, he pulled her down slightly, placed her back against the shower wall with her still in his arms, and entered her.

It was an entry that Savannah was powerless to stop. Because she was as hungry as he was. It was hard and it was fast and she was gasping at his bigness. But she was all-in too.

They were making love in that shower as if they’d never made love with anybody before.

It was desperation mixed with trepidation mixed with concern and worry.

But all of those emotions seemed to make them pound harder.

They were in grief and they were in lust and they were pounding out both.

The slapping sounds against the waterfall could be heard like screams in a muted voice.

It was coming out, and coming out hard, but they knew it would land in an empty space.

That was why Marcellus slowed it up. Because despite all of that baggage, the feeling was too good to pound out and dismiss. He’d rarely felt that way in his life. This, despite it all, was one of those times. And he wrapped her in his arms and needed to savor it.

He kissed her as he did her. And she felt that kiss to the depths of her being. Slowing down raced up their heartbeats. Slowing down made them come down from that mountain of pain. Slowing down made them feel each other more than just doing each other.

And they needed more. More than they could even verbalize if their lives depended on it.

That was why Marcellus carried Savannah to his bed, wet though they both still were, and they made long, passionate love on those silk sheets.

For more than half an hour, they made love. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, and back into her mouth again. It was passion on top of passion and they loved it. They’d never had it so good.

And when they came, they came together. Not one after the other one the way they both were accustomed to, but at exactly the same time. They stared into each other’s eyes as they came. They moaned and groaned as they came.

It was beautiful.

It was like climbing Mount Everest. But going that high always meant a hard fall back to earth.

And when they crashed back down, they felt the weight of that crash all over again: Of Niko. Of all those aviation disasters. Of her unemployment.

But even with all of that, they still felt the sensations of that climb. It was worth it to both of them. It was worth the climb.

Marcellus didn’t want to leave the warmth of her narrow passage, but he eased his way out of her and then laid on his back. They both were more sweat-filled than wet, and they both were attempting to slow their hyperventilation. But they weren’t complaining.

“The best,” he found himself saying to her. “Simply the best.”

Savannah smiled but could not speak. Her heart was still hammering. She’d never climbed that high. It took some serious coming down from. And she was still coming down.

They knew their exhilaration was going to be short-lived. They knew they had to shower again, to clean each other off of each other, and face the music again. It was as if they were treading water and getting nowhere. But it was still worth the tread.

Savannah was so overwhelmed with the feelings she was feeling toward that man, feelings she’d never felt before, that she turned her body back into his arms as if she was throwing herself to him.

He gladly caught her. Because his sense of proportionality was off too. She did something for him that none of those ladies he fooled with had ever been able to do for him: She made him feel as if he was twenty years younger. Still in his prime. Just getting ready to set the world on fire.

She gave him hope again.

He pulled her on top of him, wrapped his big arms around her small body, and kissed her so long and lovingly that before they knew it he was entering her once again.

It wasn’t that they didn’t care about Niko and what was happening all around them.

They cared deeply about all of it. But it was as if they were just discovering that they, no matter how much they hadn’t planned on any such thing, was beginning to discover how much they cared about each other too.

And for both of them, it was the discovery of their lives.

They weren’t the kind of people to quickly view anything from the prism of love. Love was a hard word to banter about. But if it walked like, talked like, and seemed like, then it just might be like.

Or something so remarkably similar that it was indistinguishable.

They didn’t discuss it. It was too raw and too new and too alarming in so many ways that they decided it was best left unsaid.

After they came again, they didn’t linger again. They got out of bed and showered together. Savannah was shocked to find her entire wardrobe in Marcellus’s bedroom. And when he told her how it got there, she was equally shocked. But pleased that he would do all of that for her.

But the thought that she was about to go downstairs and face his baby mamas, did give her pause.

And instead of dressing down the way she usually did, she dressed up, the way she felt the moment called for.

She wore a form-fitting little red dress and stiletto-high heels that brought out beautifully her dark skin.

And that matched Marcellus’s dark blue suit and tie perfectly.

But as they got on the elevator, her heart began to hammer so much so that he asked if she was okay.

She said she was fine. But she knew she had to face, not only Marcellus’s baby mamas, but the still agonizingly-horrific reason why all of them were under the same roof together to begin with.