Marcus: The M Series, Book Three (33 page)

We became silent.

“We can't tell you what to do, Marcus,” Tom said quietly. “You need to talk to your wife but it sounds like she's made up her mind about this. Trust me, in the end it will all be worth it. Monica is a lot more relaxed about sex and so much more fun and spontaneous.”

“Sammy? Is there something she's not telling me?”

“You know I can't answer that, Frank. Ask me something else.”

“What are Mariah's chances of getting pregnant again?”

“Mariah could probably get pregnant twenty more times and those eggs could split or she can release two at ovulation. Are you willing to put her through this again if she really doesn't want it?”

“He has a point, but then again, they all do,” Ethan says.

I thanked them and sign off, needing to think.  I thought long and hard about what they said but I still felt skeptical. Sighing, I go to talk to my wife. She was still in our bedroom and she’d locked herself inside.

“Baby, I swear I'm going to take the lock off this door.”

“You do and you'll sleep in here by yourself. I'll move into another room.”

I grinned. “You wouldn't dare.”

“Damn right I would. And I'll put double locks on that door and I won't ever let you touch me again.”

That thought made the grin on my face drop immediately.

“Open the door, baby. Let's talk about this.”

“If I do, we're not leaving this room until we have come up with a solution we can both be happy about.”

“Fine, baby. I promise. Let's talk this out.”

After a moment, the lock clicked and she cracked the door.

“Go get me some marshmallows,” she demanded. “Then you can come in.”

I smiled. “Be right back, baby.”

I raced to the kitchen, grabbed the marshmallows and two bottled waters. I ran back up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. I looked around the room. My wife was lying in our bed, smiling, with the sheet over her body.

I dropped the marshmallows and the waters and gaped. I slowly pointed at her. “Are you –”

“Completely,” she confirmed.

“That's not fair,” I growled, trying to ignore the throbbing under my scrub pants.

“What's not fair, boo,” Mariah murmured as she sat up. She rested her back on the headboard and allowed the sheet to dip, revealing one of her beautiful swollen breasts.

I inhaled sharply. “For you to be naked.”

“I thought you liked me naked, boo,” Mariah cooed as she lifted her left leg, making it escape from under the sheet, and lifted the knee. Now, I could see the bottom of her ass. If she moved that sheet any more, I'll have a perfect view of her slit.

“Of course I do,” I croaked out. “But I thought we were going to talk.”

“Okay, boo. Let's talk.” She laced her hands behind her head, making both breasts pop over the sheet. I think my jaw hit the ground then. She ran her left foot up and down the right leg.

“Um... what were... uh...saying… I mean…What?”

Mariah giggled. “Are you all right, Dr. Cannon?”

“Uh, yeah...  think so,” I replied, hoarsely, as I stared at her. “Maybe not.”

“Are you thirsty, boo,” she cooed again.

I yanked off my shirt. “No, baby.”

Widening her legs, her hand circled her clit. “Do need something to eat,” she asked, seductively.

I ripped off my shoes, pants and underwear and crossed the room. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them.

“Didn't I tell you that's my job,” I asked, softly.

Mariah pushed up and licked my lips. “Then do your job, boo.”

“Grab the headboard. Don't let it go,” I whispered.

She arched an eyebrow. “And if I do?”

“I'll tie you to it.”

She smirked. “You wouldn't.”

I pushed her hands up and she gripped the spindles.

“Move them and see, baby.”

I moved between her legs and slowly circle around her clit with my tongue. She moaned. I moved my tongue across the clit rapidly and then sucked on it as I rapidly flicked. Mariah moaned loudly and gripped my hair. I immediately moved away from her8.

“Marcus!”

“What, baby,” I answered as I left the bed.

“Why did you stop,” Mariah whined.

“I told you not to move your hands,” I said, grabbing one of her silk scarves.

She sat up. “You wouldn't,” she breathed, wide-eyed.

“I would. And I am.” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. I captured her wrists but she fought and freed herself.

“Don't fight me, baby.”

“Marcus! Don't! Blindfolds are one thing but this...”

I caught her wrists again and quickly tied them to the headboard. She attempted to pull free but couldn't. I put a huge grin on my face.

“I'm going to have my way with you now, baby.”

I licked her ear then breathe softly into it.

She threw her head back and panted as she tugged on her wrists. “I'm not going to like this, Marcus.”

“Yes, you will,” I assured, biting and kissing down her neck. She trembled.

“No, I won't,” she croaked out. I licked and sucked her nipple, then moved the other one.

She moaned and stopped trying to free herself when I inserted my fingers inside her. My thumb circled her clit and she moved her hips to my rhythm as I sucked hard on her nipple.

“Mmm, Marcus…” she groaned as she hardened. I applied pressure with my thumb and I circle, increasing the suction on her nipple. She stilled and shuddered... hard. I grinned. Here she comes.

“Release me! Release me,” she shouted and struggled, fighting again to free herself.

“No,” I murmured as sped up the thrusts and circles. I moved to her ear and breathe heavily into it. “Cum for me, baby.”

She released a primal sound and came all over my hand. I move my fingers and slowly circle her clit. When she calmed and looked at me, I put my fingers in my mouth.

“Mmm. You're still taste so sweet, baby,” I murmured as my fingers go back inside her.

“You make me sick,” she grunted. “Move your hand.”

“I have something that will make you feel so much better.” I leaned over and kissed her deeply. “You taste good, don't you, baby.”

“No, I don't. Tit-for-tat, asshole
,”
she glared at me.

I smirked then laughed. “Right. Hmm... What should I do to you next,” I murmured as I eased down her body.

Mariah panicked and yanked at her wrists again. “You better not!”

“Mmm... A challenge. I like.”

“MARCUS! DON'T,” she screamed, yanking harder. She was going to free herself soon, I thought, pushing her legs apart. My tongue circled her clit rapidly and she shivered. It's still hard. Perfect. She tried to squeeze my head with her thighs but I easily pushed and kept them apart.

“You fucking asshole! Stop it! Please, at least... slow down,” Mariah groaned. She panted as her clit became a pebble and I slowed my tongue, waiting for her to shiver.

“Oh! Oh! Noooooooo,” she wailed, shaking. I stopped licking and blew, long and soft. Her body jerked hard and she squirted, right into my mouth. I licked around her, trying to get it all as she screamed, loud and lengthy.

I looked up when she quieted and stared at the ceiling, panting. I noticed her arms were at her side. When did she free herself? I laughed and she glared at me.

“Is there something funny?”

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed again.

She sat up and looked down my body. “On your back. Now, Cannon!”

I smirked at her. “I don't have to.”

“I said on your back. Don't make me kick your ass,” she snarled at me.

I moved to my back. “What are you going to do, little woman?”

Mariah's nose flared. “Little... woman?”

“Yeah, you heard, little woman. I don't stutter.”

“You will in a minute,” she promised. She swooped down on my erection and put my crown in her mouth. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the slit. I trembled immediately.

“Baby...”

“Shut up,” she demanded with me still in her mouth, sending a vibration through me that made me shudder.

“Don't do that, baby! Fuck!”

“Stop talking,” Mariah snapped, making another vibration shoot through me. I bit my lip, trying to remain calm. She applied gentle suction on my shaft. I inhaled sharply and gripped her hair. She slapped my hand away.

“We both know I can't tie you down, Marcus. Behave.”

I chuckled as she put her arm over my thigh and did her best to keep me still. Her head bobbed up and down while her hand pumped me. I inhaled again and gripped the sheet. She goes back to the crown and strokes my shaft at the base. She licks the slit again.

“Mmm... now that's good. Salty,” she murmured then sucked one of my balls into her mouth. “Yummmmmm,” she moaned.

I clenched my fists as a chill surged through me. “FUCK, Mariah! Don't fucking do that!”

“Yummmmmm,” she moaned again and released the testicle with a pop and slurp sound.

“Don't make me move you, Mariah,” I demanded, close to losing all control.

“Tit-for-tat, Marcus,” she murmured, stroking me with her hand. She loudly sucked the other ball in her mouth.

“Please... d-don't moan, baby. I can't... I won't...”

“Don’t what? Mmmmmmmoan? What are you talking about, Boooooooo,” she moaned and popped me out again.

“Got... damn it, Mariah,” I yelled as I shivered.

She giggled. “I do love that growl,” she says as she puts my shaft back in her mouth and rapidly goes up and down on it with just the right amount of suction while swiftly stroking the base. She massages my sac and I release long and hard in her mouth.

“FUCK! Ah! Shit,” I yelled and shivered all over. She licked up and down the shaft, each lick felt like fire on my already hot skin. I closed my eyes, trying to calm as she kissed up my body.

“Oh, look... you're still hard, boo,” Mariah murmured at my ear as she stroked me.

“Don't even...”

Too late. She straddled me and positioned me at her opening. “Don't what,” she murmured then slammed down on my cock. She repeatedly slammed down on it.

“Shit, baby,” I groaned, panting and gripping her hips in an attempt to calm her thrusts. “Baby... please slow down!”

“Funny,” she panted, riding me hard. “I think I said the same fucking thing to you!”

I growled at her. Fine, I’ll play!

I sat up. My hand flattens on the bed and I threw the other arm diagonally on her back and grip her shoulder. She threw her arms around my neck, biting at my jaw and neck and gripping my hair, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Oh, no! Don’t growl! Not yet,” she shouted, speeding up her rhythm. Suddenly, she froze. “Okay! Okay! Now, boo,” she screamed, gripping me tightly. I felt her cum roll down to the bottom of my shaft, onto my tightened sac. I thrust three more times, releasing hard and fell back. Mariah immediately got off me and sucked me again while massaging my balls.

“Baby! STOP! Shit,” I loudly demanded.

What the fuck? Am I... fuck yeah! I'm going to shoot again... what the...

“Oh, yeah, boo... growl for me!” Mariah moaned at my sac and I released. Harder. Longer. But damn it, I was still hard. Mariah released me and I flipped her on her back. I raised her ass to my thighs until just her shoulders were on the bed.

“Are you kidding,” Mariah shouted.

“Look at my cock, baby. Does it I look like I'm kidding?”

I slid inside her, gripped her shoulders, and thrust. Hard.

“Marcus! You're hitting that spot,” she whined.

“Good,” I shouted, holding her legs high in the air and rapidly slamming into her. I closed her legs, making her tighten around me, and moved her ankles to my left shoulder. I gripped them and her shoulder, pumping furiously.

“Cum with me, baby.”

“Oh, God! Oh, Marcus,” she groaned, squirting again and I followed a few thrusts later, feeling completely drained as my cock finally deflated.

I withdrew and fell to my side, next to Mariah, and we laid there as our breathing calmed. I looked at my wife and we laughed through our exhausted breaths.

“If I weren't already pregnant, boo, I think I would be after that. I really believe this should be it for us. We can keep this up with no worries.”

I rubbed her belly. “Okay, baby. I get it. I'll call for the consultation tomorrow.”

She grinned big and kissed me. “Thank you, boo. I love you.”

“Anything for this smile, baby. I love you, too.”

Chapter THIRTEEN

Congratulations, Matthew and Sidra!

July 14, 2018 – 10.16 a.m.

“Rachel... I think it's time you see Mariah,” I say quietly into the phone.

“Are you sure, Marcus? I don't want to see my baby's face...”

“It's almost a week. She's a lot better now; it's not as bad as it was. Trust me.”

She sighs. “All right, Marcus. I’ll see her.”

“Good. I'm taking the kids to Monica's nanny for the day, so we can go right after the funeral. Mother wants to come, as well.”

“Oh, good. I could really use her support. Would you mind if Lil comes?”

“Not at all. I'll see you in about an hour.”

“Okay, Marcus. Thomas and I are almost ready.”

I call Joshua next.

“Hey, Cramp. I'm still at lock-up. He should be released any minute.”

“Good. How much was the bail?”

“No bail. Ethan got the charges dropped.”

“How,” I ask, stunned.

The feds arrested Matthew for assault on Guzman four days ago as we were leaving the hospital.

“Well, Cramp, guess I won't have to quit,” he said with a smirk as they cuffed him. I called Ethan right away.

“At first, Reverend Miller was the judge, but he recused himself as soon as he took the bench. He sat in the gallery while another judge presided.

“Ethan argued Matthew is a federal agent with a spotless record. A couple agents gave testimony that Guzman tried to escape and assaulted another agent and Matthew subdued him. Curious, she asked about the details to Mariah’s kidnapping.

“After Ethan explained the details and everything Matthew did to find her, she yelled at the prosecutor for wasting her time. She immediately dropped all charges and wished Mariah well, off the record. Guzman's case was next and she ordered him held. Can you believe that fucker asked Ethan to represent him?”

“I bet Ethan took that well.”

Joshua laughs. “He used some language that the judge didn't like and she found him in contempt. She gave him a choice of twenty-four hours in jail or a ten-thousand-dollar fine.”

“He chose the fine, right?”

“No, I did. I wrote a check before he was cuffed.”

“Good. Sidra is going nuts worrying about Matthew. I have to get the kids ready and get them to Monica's. Are you still going to the funeral?”

“Yes and I made sure to grab a suit for Matthew. He should be in it when he finally comes out. We'll go straight to the church after we leave here.”

“Good. I'll have Sidra ride with me and let her know he'll be there.”

“Fine. I'll see you there.”

Mother calls me next.

“Hi, darling. I wanted to make sure you and Sidra didn't need help with my grandchildren.”

“No, Mother. Taking care of them is helping Sidra keep her mind off her father and Matthew. She asked if she could take care of them alone.”

“I understand. Have you heard about Matthew?”

“Yes. He's been released, all charges dropped. Josh got him a suit and he's meeting us at the church.”

“Yes, I know. I'm glad Joshua had a checkbook to pay Ethan's fine. He would've gotten stubborn and chosen jail time and we need all the family there to support Sidra and her family.”

I laugh. “Mother... who are your spies?”

“Never mind, darling. I'm glad Rachel is finally going to see Mariah. I'll be there to hold her hand and Lil will, too.”

I laugh again. “Do you have my phone bugged, Mother? I
just
had that conversation with her.”

“Of course not. I'll see you a little while. I love you, darling.”

“Okay, Mother,” I chuckle. “I love you. Bye.”

Sidra enters the office and gives me the tie I left on the couch in the den.

“Thanks,” I murmur. “Are you all right?”

“No,” she smiles, weakly. “My dad's gone, Matthew's locked up, Mariah is still not awake and...”

My hands freeze on my tie. Christ, now what? I turn and look at her. “What?”

Sidra sniffs loudly. “I'm pregnant,” she cries and puts her face in her hands.

I grin. Matthew as a father. I can’t wait to see that. I think Mother may dance through the streets of Calabasas for weeks; she’s been praying for this for years. I relax my face and grab her shoulders.

“Sidra, why are you crying,” I ask softly.

“I don't know what to do. I don't know how he feels about me and now I have his child inside of me and I don't know if I should tell him.”

Ooh. Familiar territory. Good. This, I can handle.

“You should definitely tell him. You know the story of Mariah's first pregnancy.”

“Yes, I do, but that situation is totally different. You can't remember a day when you didn't love Mariah and Matthew is not... demonstrative about any feelings he has for me.”

“Where are the children?”

She sniffs. “In the kitchen, having a snack.”

Good, they won't leave the kitchen without permission. I guide Sidra to a chair.

“Sit down,” I tell her, pointing. She sits in the chair and I pass her a box of tissue. “One thing you should know about Matthew is that he loves children. You've seen how he is with all of ours. And call me crazy, but I think he loves you.”

“He loves Mariah. But then again, who doesn't? In another life, I would've.”

I smile. “Yes, Mariah is great and everyone loves her, but Matthew's love for her is totally different than his love for you. Tell him about the baby, sooner than later. Trust me, Sidra. It is not a good idea to keep it secret from him. As soon as you see him, pull him to the side and tell him.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, I do.”

“But then there's...” she cries again and I wrap an arm around her, trying to console her. I’m about to ask her what else when my office door opens. Matthew enters, shoos me away and holds her in his arms.

“Hey, sweets. Is this about your father,” Matthew softly asks.

“No,” Sidra whines.

“What is it then?” Matthew looks at me. “What happened, Cramp? Did you fire her for being with me?”

I shake my head. I gave him my word and I meant it.

“Sidra,” I call. She slowly raises her head to me. “Now.”

Matthew frowns and looks back and forth between the two of us. She pulls out of Matthew's arms and stands behind me.

“You do it,” she cries, nudging me.

Matthew stands and scowls.

I take a deep breath. “Sidra, you should –”

“You do it,”
she yells.

“What the hell is going on here,” Matthew shouts.

I look at Matthew then to Joshua, who now stands next to Matthew. Sighing, I reach behind me for Sidra and gently pull her to the front of me. I give her more tissue then place my hands on her shoulders, looking at her calmly.

“All right, Sidra... just calm down. You’ll raise your blood pressure and that's not good for you… or the baby.”

Joshua inhales sharply. “Holy miracle, Batman.”

“Baby,” a pale Matthew whispers. “Sweets? Are you pregnant?”

Sidra doesn't say a word. Instead, she plops down on the couch and cries into her hands.

Matthew looks at her, then at me. “She's pregnant?”

I smile and nod.

“
YES!
My boys work,” he shouts, triumphantly. Laughing, he kneels in front of her. “Why are you crying, sweets?”

“I thought... We were just having fun with each other. Now I'm pregnant by a man who doesn't love me!”

“What? Why do you think I don't?”

“You've never said it. You never listen to me unless we're in bed.”

“On that note...” Joshua mutters as he moves to the door. I follow.

“
FREEZE
,” Matthew yells.

“No, this is way too personal. We've heard enough,” I insist, then shudder. “Too much.”

“Don't move,” Matthew snarls. He turns to Sidra. “Why do you think I listen to you?”

“What do you know about me? What's my favorite color? Song? Movie? When is my birthday, Matthew? Do you even know my middle name?”

He smiles at her. “I do listen. I know all of that, sweets.”

“Prove it,” Joshua chuckles.

Matthew glares at him then gives me a 'control him' look.

I shrug. “You wanted us to stay. I'm with Twerp; prove it.”

Matthew turns back to Sidra. “Where's your cell, sweets? Call me.”

Sidra frowns at him then picks up her purse and pulls out her phone. Matthew takes his from his pocket. She hits a button and Matthew's phone sounds off with a woman singing. Sidra cries and wraps her arms around Matthew's neck.

“What is that,” Joshua asks. “It sounds familiar.”

“It does but I have no idea,” I murmur.

“
Still the One
by Shania Twain. My favorite song,” Sidra says quietly.

“Your ringtone. The only number I have one assigned to. You should hear the amount of shit I get at the Bureau for it,” Matthew chuckles.

Sidra giggles. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be, sweets. I don't care what they say.”

“Okay.”

“And to answer your other questions: red,
Sense and Sensibility
, and May eleventh.”

“Oh, you do listen and not just when I tell you what I want in bed.”

“Ew,” Joshua whispers. “Let’s go. I really don't need to know what my brother's girlfriend wants in bed!”

“I concur. This is getting awkward,” I say, gripping the door knob.

“Shut up,” Matthew shouts. “Take your hand off the door!”

I do, and cross my arms. “I think I know why he wants us here.”

“Why?”

Matthew reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out our maternal grandmother's ring. “Sidra, as you know, Marcus inherited Grandma Cannon's ring. I got Grandma Crawford's and I’m supposed to give to the woman I’m going to spend my life with.” He takes a deep breath. “Sidra Shanell Daniels,” Matthew says, smiling. “Will you marry me?”

Sidra gasps and cries as she screeches, “Yes, Matthew. Yes!”

Matthew slides the ring on her finger and pulls her in for a kiss. Josh and I quietly leave the room.

“Let's go to the kitchen. I need to get the kids cleaned up and ready to go. I cannot believe Matthew is engaged.”

Joshua laughs. “You and I both, Cramp. I'll finally get to be best man!”

I stop. “Says who?”

“Me. It's my turn. You had one.”

“The hell you say.”

“Come on, Cramp! You were mine! It's my turn, damn it!”

I snort and start walking, again. “Yeah, we'll see.”

“Hi, Uncle Josh,” the boys say in unison. Joshua grins as he ruffles their hair.

“Uncle Josh,” Lila yells, jumping up and down as I attempt to clean her face and hands.

“Hi, Angel!”

“Uncle Josh, can I have a ride?”

Joshua squats in front of her. “Of course, Angel! Climb up!”

Lila climbs on top of Joshua's shoulders and he heads out the back door.

“We're taking the van,” I call. I give my boys wipes for their hands. Matthew and Sidra entered the kitchen as they finish.

“Sidra and I are riding with you.”

“Fine, but I'm taking the kids to Monica's first.”

“Okay. Van?”

“Yeah.”

* * *

Brown's funeral was emotional and filled to capacity. Sidra's mother thanked my family for our generosity since Mother and Rachel paid for the funeral and the reception after, and both declined to accept any gratitude.

Mrs. Daniels didn't have to lift a finger. They asked her what she wanted and they took care of it. At the reception, she wished good things for Mariah's recovery and made me promise to allow her to meet Lila as soon as possible. I agreed instantly.

“I wanted to offer my sympathies again, Mrs. Daniels. My mothers and I are leaving now to go visit my wife.”

“Again, please call me Vera. We're going to be family now,” she smiles then pauses a moment. “Would you mind if I visited your wife, Marcus?”

“Not at all, Vera. Whenever you want.”

She sighs and squeezes my hand. “I'd like to go now, if you don't mind.”

“Are you sure you want to leave?”

“I'm sure. Marsha and I were discussing it this morning and we feel awful about your wife.”

“Marsha?”

“Dannie's mother. We're very close.”

I smile. “You sound like Rachel and Lil.”

She smiles, too. “Yes, we were saying that a few days ago. I'm glad my new son-in-law is coming from such a warm family. My girls chose well.”