My Billionaire Stranger (17 page)

Chapter 22

When I pull into the driveway a new situation presents itself I wonder if I should knock or just let myself in? Not to worry though that question is answered for me when Mr. Black appears at the front door. “May I get your bags Ms. Jefferson?” He is so
formal and stuffy, and the fact that I now need a room in Marcus’s house really irritates me, he was right and I suspect his presence right now is a passive aggressive dig on me.  I really hate being proven wrong but this time I’m going to have to roll with it.

“Sure, just the one bag and a box, and please be careful, there’s glass in both,” When I tell him this a tiny frown puckers between his brows.

“Glass?”

“Yes, a gift, something I made, I’m a glass blower.” Why does explaining myself to this man aggravate me so much?

“I see, would you like it in your room?” He asks. Ugh! He’s definitely trying to make a point. “Yea, sure.” He accompanies me inside and when we pass the doors to Marcus’s office he nods in it’s direction.

“He’s working but he asked me to have you wait for him in your room.” Oh really…wait in my room, huh? Must not be much of an emergency after all. I don’t want to interrupt him though, so I take my bag from Mr. Black and make my way through the living room, Mr. Black on my heels carrying the box. The doors to
my room
are closed, that’s a first. Marcus has a thing about keeping doors open and lights on, I wonder sometimes if he’s a little paranoid. Mr. Black sets my box down in the living room and leaves without so much as  a goodbye, whatever. I open one of the double doors and instantly I’m hit with the heavy, fragrant smell of roses.

Frozen on the threshold, I blink repeatedly to be sure I’m seeing correctly. Lavender, purple and white roses fill the room, every available surface is covered with vases, hundreds of them everywhere. The dresser, night tables, they’re even floor vases covering ever inch of space between pieces of furniture. Each vase holds 2-3 dozen roses. My mouth drops open in shock, and I don’t hear his approach from behind. Even with the clacking of crutches, I’m so focused on the floral explosion in front of me that all sounds have been tuned out. His hand reaches around from behind me to close my mouth from under my chin. “My favorite color flowers for my favorite woman,” he whispers in my ear. Resting his chin on my shoulder he snakes his hands around my waist while leaning on the crutches, one palm flat on my belly holding me flush against him, the other sliding between my legs. Even through my jeans his touch is scorching hot and an electric jolt shoots from my chest directly to my core. His warm breath on my neck gives me goose bumps. That mouth that I love is working his way up to my ear, nibbling, licking and finally biting my ear lobe hard enough to make me gasp.  Softly he sucks it to sooth the pain. Marcus moans softly in my ear as he shifts his weight on the crutches to press his hard arousal against my backside. “I only let you leave so easily this morning so that I could spoil you rotten when you returned.” “And I take it the medical attention that you requested involves this?” I say, pressing my ass against his cock, but gently worrying that I may knock him off balance if I’m too forceful. “Mmmhmm,” he agrees.

“They’re so beautiful…what’s with you and purple?” I ask, trying to control my breathing unsuccessfully; he has to know I’m utterly turned on, my voice is shaky easily giving me away.

“Historically it is related to royalty and love, it represents wealth, passion and luxury. I like it, what can I say?”

“Duke…. right, you said you were a Duke?”

“In title only by lineage, yes.”

“Well Duke I think we should get you off your feet.”

“I agree, I was beginning to think you were going to make me stand here forever.” I turn in his arms. “ In your room or in here?” I ask. “In here.”

“Ok…. door shut?”

“Yes, and lock it.” Ok he must mean business if we’re locking the door. I immediately move on weak knees to close and lock the doors to my room. Searching for a place that’s not covered in flowers to set my bag, I find no such place exists so I open the closet and tuck it inside. I can feel him moving around behind me surprisingly quiet for a man on crutches. The room is dim; the sun has set, the only light coming from small lamps on the night tables. Marcus stands next to the bed and gestures for me to join him. I try to relax and saunter over but he stops me cold with the smirk that I’ve grown to adore, it spreads across his face and I know without a doubt in that moment this man owns my heart, I would do anything he asked, go anywhere, give him anything he wanted…. without question…anything. “Come closer, tell me about your day.” he purrs reaching out to pull me into the Marcus fog. He towers over me as he sits me on the edge of the bed between his knees. I don’t think he really cares about my day right now so I simply answer. “Fine.” I feel a little faint, he does that to me, his very presence is so overwhelming that my body literally has trouble adjusting to it. “Lay back,” he orders gently and I obey not only because I want to but because I fear fainting. My vision is becoming tunneled and his voice wanes, “Imani, are you ok?” he asks with concern on his face and in his voice.

“Yea…you know how I get…I’ll be ok.” And just like that I am…so much more than ok, how could I be so lucky to have this heavenly man standing over me, treasuring me, adoring me? Could it be Karma balancing the universe? All the terror I’ve experienced in my life and my choosing to care for others as a profession has earned me the most beautiful dominant man alive? Finally my body and mind have been freed of mistrust, walls that used to protect me from pain and hurt have been destroyed beyond recognition.

Closing his eyes he takes a deep, shaky breath as if he’s trying to reign in his control. Marcus rests both hands on my knees, crutches still supporting him under his arms. The bed is so high off the floor that my body is aligned perfectly with his. “If I was not being held back by this fucking cast I would worry about hurting you right now. You are so damn beautiful, the day this thing is cut off you really need to be prepared,” He growls. I reach down and unbutton my jeans with trembling fingers, and without losing eye contact I work them off, raising my hips and bending my knees I wiggle them off while he hisses between clenched teeth dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “Fuck Imani…you’re killing me here, I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you…” Now it’s my turn to smirk while I pull my shirt over my head and remove my bra, completely bare to him, I offer myself with absolutely no inhibitions. Sitting up I gather the hem of his shirt and raise it over his head while he balances on one foot, crutches propped at the edge of the bed now. I hurry to unfasten his jeans and push them down so he won’t have to balance for long. Not that it matters; he has incredible muscle control I bet he could stand there all damn night. His muscles flex keeping him steady and a shiver runs through my body when I imagine what he will do to me when he’s at full capacity.

Pivoting on his good leg, he shakes the jeans free of the shin-to-toe cast, and using only the power of his strong arms he lifts himself onto the bed. In one swift move he lays back grabbing me around the waist and positioning me so that I’m straddling his trim hips. His muscular V points like an arrow on a map directing us toward the treasure we both desire. The wetness of my core skims his solid straining cock, as he pulls me down to kiss my mouth, urgently at first but then when he’s gained control he peppers my face with tender kisses. Cradling my cheeks in both hands, my ebony hair curtains around our faces plunging us into complete darkness until he draws back so we are nose-to-nose. Closing his eyes he pulls in another deep cleansing breath. “What are you doing to me Imani?” he murmurs.

“Loving you,” I whisper, our lips feathering with the words.

“Don’t ever stop,” he says the emotion of the moment overwhelming us both he suddenly removes his hands from my face to seize my hips lifting me until he is poised at my entrance. I instinctively grasp his wrists for support anticipating the fierce ride. In one quick penetrating thrust he is inside of me buried to the hilt he pulls my body down hard deliciously impaling me he holds me firmly in place by my hips. I cry out and drop my head back while we pause for a fraction of a moment to savor the feeling of not only our physical connection but a spiritual one as well. He continues his onslaught, pumping rhythmically as I meet him thrust for thrust pushing him deeper into me every time. Releasing my hands from his wrists I grab his thighs behind me and change the angle, desperately attempting to get him deeper inside of me, needing to be one with him as much as humanly possible. He slides his hands from my waist to my ass; tilting me forward his cock repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside my walls over and over with every advance. Electricity builds low in my belly and I know I’m almost there, but I want more than anything for it to last so I sit up and move over him allowing my breasts to brush against the smattering of soft hair on his chest. Hands on either side of his head, our eyes lock and suddenly I’m flipped over onto my back, supporting himself with his good knee as he surges into me with a punishing force. Sliding our sweating bodies together, I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my feet into his ass coaxing him closer until I hear the blessed words I’m dying to hear. “Imani, I want you to come with me!” 

“Yesss.” I can hardly get that one word out before I dive headfirst over the edge of a cliff on mount Marcus.

“Fuck Imani!” he yells at the same time I scream unintelligibly, with orgasm possessing our bodies simultaneously for what feels like a lifetime… Both of us pant heavily as he opens his eyes, I’m already taking in the satisfied face of this Adonis and I watch as he kisses my forehead tenderly, followed by both cheeks, the tip of my nose and finally my lips. Salty with sweat, we both smile through the kiss and I thread my fingers through his damp hair.

“So…medical emergency averted?”

“More like mission accomplished baby.”

“Another perfect 10?”

“Oh yes, you better believe it.”

“I can’t believe you flipped me! Are you nuts?” Jutting my hips for him to move back to our initial position, he rolls us without disconnecting until I’m once again on top. Arms around him and nuzzling his neck I breath in his scent, his essence, and time stops when I feel it in every cell of my body, I know now undoubtedly that this is how it feels to love. Shit I’m sinking like an anvil in the middle of the ocean, deeper and deeper with no way out. A little jolt of panic zaps through me and with his clairvoyance, he senses it and says sternly,  “No worrying.” All the while he’s gathering my messy, tangled hair and looping it into a knot at my back with one hand. I’d love to be able to just shut off my worrying like that but it’s not happening, now or ever, and that’s one thing he can’t control. But for him I’ll try.

“Ok,” I murmur into his hair, and as I sit up astride him, something on the bed next to him catches my eye. It’s a white teddy bear, propped against the pillows in the center of the bed. What the hell is that? “What’s with the bear?” I ask him, and he turns his head to look at the bear.

“A friend for you,” he answers.

“A
friend
? I’m not six years old Marcus, I haven’t had a teddy bear since…since forever.”

“Well then it is high time you have one, she is important, do not loose her whatever you do promise?” he asks. Uh ok, I’m thinking he really
does
have brain damage.

“Sure.” I say drawl. “Um…Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.” He smiles a devilish grin and I know he’s up to something…but what?

We shower together, after we streak back to Marcus’s bedroom with me giggling at the thought of Maria or Mr. Black catching us nude post coital. Even naked on crutches, that man is irresistible, as he leisurely makes his way along, leaving the doors to my room open and releasing the potent smell of roses into the rest of the house. To say Marcus’s shower is grand would be a gross understatement. It’s cathedral with arched ceilings and stone walls. The side facing inwards toward the bathroom is a solid mammoth piece of glass that only broken by one seam for a door. Staying in this shower all day wouldn’t be out of the question, especially with Marcus.

“How about we eat pizza in bed and watch television tonight.” The Duke has read my  mind; sitting at the dining room table eating fancy food isn’t how I feel like spending the evening.

“Sounds perfect, and thank you for the flowers, I was a little distracted earlier and I didn’t get a chance to thank you. Can we bring some to your room?” Maybe I shouldn’t assume that he’s going to always want me sleeping in his bed but it’s too late now, I’ve said it. “I just meant that it would be nice to see them when I’m working, I didn’t mean to…I’m not assuming…” Shit, shut up Imani! I’m pretty sure I’ve made it worse by opening my big mouth. His face darkens and he shoves his hand through his hair and holds it for a second before releasing it. “Lady you are not getting this are you?” “I’m sorry Marcus. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries.” He sighs reaching around to feather his fingers along my jaw. “Baby there are no boundaries when it comes to you. I want you right here next to me where I can feel how real you are, feel your heart beating under my hand, feel your soft breath against my neck.” Holy shit, I’m speechless.  “I will have them all brought in here. I only gave you your own room so you would have some privacy if you needed it, not because I don’t want you here with me. And you are most welcome by the way; it was my pleasure surprising you with the flowers.  Seeing the shock on your face was worth the time you were away today while I had them all delivered. You should know I was miserable without you, and you never really told me how your day was. “