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  One thing is sure, I want him gone. Marco will be coming over soon and I want to be alone with him. Caroline is gone for the time being because she’s off having her happily ever after. I’m kicking myself about giving her a hard time because I understand it now. She had so much faith in her man and she knew in her gut that he was the one. Karma gave me an instant punch in the face on that one.

  “Georgia.” He never calls me that.

  “Really? You’re not Dad,” I toss back at him. Only my dad ever calls me by my given name.

  “Hear me out,” he pushes.

  “I will.” He smiles like he’s won some fight over Marco, which pisses me off. “After I talk to Marco,” I say, and the smile drops instantly from his face. I have to fight a smirk because I’m trying to be an adult about this.

  “Listen.” He drops his arms when he sees his intimidation tactic isn't working.

  “No, you listen. I let you all scare off every hanging dick that has come near me without really bitching about it.” My brother’s mouth falls open and I keep on going. I know he won’t stay quiet long because our family bounces back quick. “This is different and you need to look at me and see that.”

  He stares at me for a long moment before he speaks. “I’ll be back.”

  That’s all he says as he stomps away and it takes everything inside of me to not shout that he’s not the Terminator. I take a breath and try to get it together before going inside my place. That was too easy, but I’ll take it for now.

  When I step off the elevator onto my floor I check the time again. Marco is always on time or early, so I know he’ll be here soon.

  My heart is heavy because I miss him so much and I know we have a lot of crap to talk about. But all I want to do is jump into his arms and tell him I love him. I want to kiss him and hear him say that back to me. I don’t want to deal with all this crap with my family.

  I open the door to my apartment and pull my hair down. I drop my bag on the table and I freeze when I see Marco standing there. His hands are in his pockets and his expression is unreadable. His suit jacket is draped over the dining room chair and his sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled up.

  “Don’t text me K, baby.”

  That was not what I thought he was going to say. I stare at the handsome face of the man I know I’m going to marry and I see how this is going to go down.

  “Don’t come at me with whatever mood this is,” I fire back, waving my hand towards him and he smirks. “Did they call you?”

  “Yeah,” he answers casually.

  “And?” Most men would be running scared, but he isn’t. He’s standing here looking as sexy as ever and I really shouldn't be this turned on right now.

  “I told your brother to fuck off.”

  “Which one?” I ask as I take a step towards him. I’m enjoying it more than I should and I would’ve loved to have seen their faces.

  “All of them.” A bark of laughter escapes me as he pulls his hands from his pockets and tosses his cell phone on the table.

  “You let yourself in.” I motion towards my door that I know was locked.

  “As one of your brothers mentioned, my past has sketchy spots. I picked up a few things.”

  I know how Marco grew up and I admire him for it. He’s a fighter, but to hear one of them throw that in his face makes me boil. We came into this world given more than most and our dad taught us to remember that others aren’t so lucky. My dad worked hard to give us a good life and they know better. Hell, Dad’s start in life wasn't much better than Marco’s.

  “Which. One,” I demand. If they thought they saw me mad before, they have no idea what’s coming.

  “Hmm.” His hand comes up to his mouth to stroke his beard. “I don’t think it’ll win me any favors if I rat one of them out.”

  I don’t know how he does it, but he calms some of the anger I was feeling with his simple words.

  “You need favors with them?” I lift an eyebrow and Marco moves closer to me.

  “I’m not going anywhere, so…” He shrugs and my heart speeds up.

  Marco doesn't always say what he’s feeling. He’d rather take action. Doing something about a problem is what he understands, but I’m the type that needs the words. But I want to show him that I can speak his language, too.

  “You love me,” I say, and it’s not a question.

  His actions since the moment we met have shown nothing but love. From the very second he sat down at my table, he knew he belonged there just as I knew it, too.

  “How could I not?” He moves to stand in front of me and I tilt my head back to look up at him.

  I slide my hands up his broad chest and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands go to my hips as he pulls me tight to him and I’m showing him that I love him, too. He can tell me about what’s going on later. I don't need his explanation right now. This is me showing him that I’m all in.

  “Make love to me,” I say as I pull him down so I can press my lips to his.

  Chapter Four

  Marco

  I kiss her softly before I place my hand lightly against her neck. “You’re not going to dictate how this goes, baby.” I rub my nose against hers and I feel her warm breath against my lips. “You can ask all you want, but we both know you like it when I’m in charge.”

  I push on her slightly as I match her step for step until her back is against the wall. She looks up at me with her red lips slightly parted and I put my fists on either side of her.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Gia?” I can feel the heat between us pulsing like a living, breathing thing. “I’ve spent my life holding back, but from the moment I saw you, I lost all control.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad,” she says, sliding her hands through my hair.

  “I’m not good enough for you, but I can’t let you go.” I slide down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her and then I undo her jeans. “You had your chance to run.”

  “I don’t want to run.” She looks down at me as I pull her jeans off.

  “I wouldn’t let you,” I admit. She really never did have the chance to get away if I’m honest. I lean forward and press my nose against her panties and breathe her in. She smells like cinnamon and woman even though I know she’s still untouched.

  “Marco, don’t make me beg,” she whines as she rolls her hips forward.

  I pull the peach cotton to the side and reveal her pretty pink lips. There’s just a small strip of dark hair and I lick my lips as I stare at it.

  “Did you do this for me?” I ask without looking up.

  “Yes,” she whispers, and I can hear the whine in her voice.

  “Might as well be an arrow pointing the way.”

  She gasps when I lean forward and lick her hungrily. I’ve been apart from her for too long and I’m too desperate to have her. The taste of her makes me moan and I grip her thighs tightly as I spread them wider. I flick my tongue over her clit rapidly and she calls out my name.

  “Fuck, it’s too goddamn good,” I say, sucking on her lips and putting her legs on my shoulders.

  “Don’t stop.” Her fingers grip my hair as she rocks against my mouth.

  I slide two fingers into her wet warmth and her pussy grips me impossibly tight.

  “You expect me to get in this?” She moans again, and I move them in and out like I’m fucking her. “I’ll be lucky if I can get the tip of my cock inside you with how tight you are.”

  Her pussy drips down my fingers and I lick it up, burying my face between her legs.

  “As long as I can cum in here, I don’t care if I get balls deep or not.”

  “Oh god, Marco.”

  Her fingers grip my hair so tight I think she might pull it out by the root, but her body is screaming for release and I can’t deny her what she wants.

  I lick circles around her clit over and over until she screams out her release and calls my name. It’s like a symphony in my ears and I smile against her pussy as I lick he
r gently. My fingers slow and I slip them from her and lick those clean, too. Her legs are relaxed and she hums her satisfaction as I put her on her feet long enough for me to stand up and then scoop her up in my arms.

  “Are we going to sleep now?” she says with her eyes closed and her head resting against my chest.

  “If you do, you’ll miss the best part,” I say and she laughs against my chest.

  My cock is hard and aching for her as I put her in the middle of her bed and strip her panties off. I take off my clothes and then get between her legs. I push her sweatshirt up and see she isn’t wearing a bra.

  “Did you walk around all day like this?” I ask as I lean down and suck on one of her nipples.

  “Marco!” she cries out when I run my teeth across it and then bite the soft skin under her breast.

  “These are mine now, Gia.” I spread her legs, running the length of my cock through her sticky folds. “This is mine, too.”

  “Yes,” she moans, arching her back and closing her eyes.

  “Every part of you belongs to me,” I say, and I wait until she opens her eyes. “That means you only go without a bra when I’m with you. So when I want to reach under your shirt and play with your nipples I can.”

  I lean down and suck the other one as I keep on rubbing my rock-hard cock between her lips. I’m teasing both of us and I know it.

  “I’m yours, Marco. Don’t make me wait.”

  I pull her sweatshirt off and toss it on the floor so she’s completely bare under me. Her body is long and curved right where I can hold on tight and I’ve never wanted anything more.

  “Tell me you love me,” I say as I stare into her eyes.

  There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s demanding she say it first because I’m terrified to do it myself. Being rejected my whole life has kept the walls around me firmly in place. But this woman is a bulldozer and she’s busted her way through and now I’m scared to death of what might happen.

  Her hand is gentle on my face as she smiles at me softly. “I love you, Marco Taylor. And I will love you every day for the rest of my life.”

  I close my eyes and let her words sink in, because I’ve never heard them before. I bury my face in her neck so that she can’t see how hard it just hit me and how close I am to coming undone.

  “I love you,” I whisper against her skin, and she squeezes me tight.

  As I say the words she wraps her legs around my waist and my cock sinks deep inside her body. Her heat wraps around me, and though she tenses for a moment, I hold myself as still as I can so that I don’t hurt her after the gift she’s given me. She’s my everything, my world, and I don’t want to do anything that might break that.

  “I love you,” I say again, as I kiss my way to her lips. “I love you.”

  Now that the floodgates have opened there’s no undoing it and I can’t stop telling her what she means to me. I thrust into her impossibly tight sheath slowly as her body adjusts. Her hands rub up and down my back as I brace myself on my elbows and make love to her, just like she asked me to.

  I feel her body respond as her pussy grips me harder and I grind against her clit. I hold myself deep when her legs spread and her back arches. She doesn’t hold back while her pleasure rockets through her and she calls out my name again. For as long as I live I will never get tired of hearing it on her lips when I’m inside of her.

  The pulses in her pussy squeeze me and I’m forced to cum inside of her. The release is pulled from me hot and fast and I’m barely able to hold myself up as I climax. I grunt on top of her as I nearly crush her body but roll us over at the last second. She’s spread out on me with my cock still buried deep as we both try to catch our breath.

  “I love you,” I say, kissing the top of her head and she looks up at me with soft eyes.

  “I love you, too.”

  I wrap my arms around her and we lie in silence for a long moment. I listen to her heartbeat and play with her hair and I’m so content I feel like I could fall asleep.

  But just as I close my eyes there’s a thunderous sound coming from the living room and we both jerk awake.

  “Oh shit,” Gia says as she tries to get off of me, but I hold her tight.

  “What was that?” I say, and her eyes meet mine.

  “I think my brothers are here.” Her words are solemn and anger slices through me. How dare they try and barge in and disrupt this sacred moment.

  I hope they’re ready for a fight.

  Chapter Five

  Gia

  “Let me talk to them.” I push Marco’s chest so I can get up, but he doesn't let me go.

  There’s no way Mom gave them the key, but they could have stolen it from her. Either way I don't want them bursting into my room while I’m naked and on top of Marco. That would not be a good first meeting and I think they’d be scarred for life.

  I have no shame in what Marco and I did but I don’t want to watch a fight play out with my naked boyfriend against my brothers. Marco is a big guy and I think he could take any of my brothers one on one. He might be able to take two of them at once if he had to and I wouldn’t try and stop him. They all need a good smack to the head, but not at this exact moment. The only person who gets to naked wrestle with Marco is me.

  I can feel the tension in every line of Marco’s muscles. He doesn't want to let me go, but he’s fighting an inner battle. I’m on his side and I still don’t understand why my brothers don’t like him. I want Marco to see just because people didn’t stick it out with him in the past, that isn’t the case anymore. I’ll always choose him.

  “We need clothes,” I remind him, though I doubt he forgot I’m naked.

  His dark gaze stays locked on me and I know I’m not going anywhere unless he lets me. How come with any other person in the world that would piss me off but with him it only turns me on? Maybe because I know whatever is about to happen he will make sure everything is okay. There’s something about his dominating ways that call to me. My whole body lights up whenever I see the dark glint in his eyes and the need he has to have his way with me.

  Out of nowhere he flips us and pins me down under him. He thrusts his hard cock deep inside of me and thoughts of leaving the bed vanish instantly.

  “You belong to me, Gia.” I nod in agreement as my body begs for another orgasm.

  He thrusts harder. “Say it,” he commands, and I moan and lift my hips to meet his thrusts.

  “I belong to you,” I agree.

  “No one will take you from me,” he growls before his mouth crushes down onto mine. I’m not sure if he’s telling me or reminding himself.

  He keeps thrusting in and out of me and my orgasm rushes through me as fast as he’d flipped me over. It reminds me of how much control he really does have over my body. He’s right, I do belong to him.

  My legs drop from around him as the orgasm rocks my body. His mouth breaks from mine as I moan out his name. I feel his seed release inside me again. I clench around him, wanting it as deep in me as I can get it. I melt into the bed and feel light and free even with a giant man like Marco on top of me. It isn't until I hear another noise do my eyes jerk open. Marco looms over me.

  “Did I hurt you?” He looks worried, but not about whoever is in my place.

  “No. That was…” I trail off with a long sigh of contentment.

  I’m sure my face says it all. There’s not a word for whatever it is he does to my body. If sex was this good for everyone, no one would get anything done. There’s no way everyone knows about this. What we have is special. Hell, it's everything.

  “Oh god,” I mumble when I hear a muttered curse come from inside the condo. It’s deep and male, but I’m not sure who it is.

  “I don’t want to fight them,” Marco says, but I know he will if he has to.

  He pulls his cock from me and I moan at the loss. I’m tender between my legs, but I ache to have him back there. I start to close my legs as he gets to his knees, but he stops me and stares be
tween my legs. He has a smug look on his face as he smiles up at me.

  “There’s no going back now,” he says.

  I watch as he pushes two fingers inside of me then pulls them back out to show me the evidence of what we’ve done. I can even see a small trace of blood from my virginity and he doesn’t have to say it. We both know we went without protection. It didn’t slip my mind in the heat of the moment and I know it hadn’t slipped Marco’s either. He never forgets anything.

  “There was never any going back,” I say as I sit up and he kisses me.

  When he pulls away I know it’s time to face everyone. I’m lucky they haven’t burst into my room by now. I don’t think Marco locked my bedroom door when we came in here. We’d been too lost in the moment. It doesn't matter at this point though. If they got in the front door, a flimsy bedroom door lock wouldn’t stop them.

  He offers me his hand and helps me get off the bed. I put on a pair of sleep shorts even though I need a shower. I know we have to look like we just fucked but hey, if they want to pop in unannounced then they get what they get. I dig for a shirt but stop when Marco hands me his button-up shirt. I smile and pull it over my head.

  “This isn't going to win you any of those favors,” I tell him, and he shrugs in response.

  “Can’t win them all.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

  “And what have you lost?”

  “I’ll let you know when it happens.” He winks as he pulls on his slacks, not bothering with anything else. Now he doesn't have a shirt to wear, but he doesn't look as though he gives a shit. He opens my bedroom door and I dart out in front of him.

  I stop when I get to the end of the hallway and see Caroline and Aiden sitting on the sofa petting Elvis, and CC is perched in Aiden’s lap. I’ve always called Caroline CC as our little nickname. It’s something special from when we were kids.