Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I reach my hand out for him, but he doesn’t move from his post by the door. Why is this man leaning against a doorframe so fucking attractive?
“You gonna come in or just stand there?” I ask.
“I’m scared if I come too close, I’ll burn.”
“Marley, come in,” I demand.
He takes a hesitant step forward before stopping, and gazes at me with profound misery. I can’t discern the look in his eyes, unsure what’s hiding in his steel gray depths. In all the years I’ve known Marley, I’ve seen him conflicted with all the emotions known to man except for this one. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his body stiff and unyielding, his eyes darting around anxiously. Marley appears horrified.
“How could you do this?” His tone is low and menacing. “How could you make me love you and then hurt yourself?” Marley’s by my bedside in two long strides. His hands tenderly cup my head as he presses his forehead against mine. “Fuck, I thought out of the two of us, it’d be me here. You got any idea how I felt when I thought I could lose you?”
I probably shouldn’t be a smart-ass at this moment, but— “No, why don’t you tell me?”
Marley shakes his head and cracks a smile. He brings our joined hands to his lips and presses soft kisses along my knuckles. “My heart stopped beating when I saw you convulsing on the floor. All I’ve been thinking about since we drove to the hospital is if you survived, I’d make it right. I promised to any deity which would listen, telling them I’ll get on my knees and profess my undying love to you.”
Time stands still and my heart beats frantically to where I fear it might just burst out of my chest.
Love.
Marley Banks loves me. He has an undying love for me. His feelings for me are eternal, transcending time and space. Oh god, I sound like a sixteen-year-old with his first crush. Marley makes me feel like I’m sixteen, holding my breath for the person I like to like me back. Hearing him profess such weighted emotions is a high of its own. A high nothing could ever bring down.
I brush my fingertips along the side of his jaw. “I made it. Start professing.”
“I love you, Iggy. A world without you is a world I don’t want to live in. As fucked up as I am, I can stand it all, but what I can’t stand is losing you. I want a life with you. The whole thing. Picket fences, a dog, and maybe even a kid. Marry me, Iggy. Marry me. Be my husband.”
“What?” I stutter.
“I want it all. With you.”
My body feels like it’s being bludgeoned as I adjust my weight and bring my face closer to his. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. Not sure about the kids, but I love you, Marley Banks. I want it all with you.”
Epilogue
Iggy(Two Years Later)
Two years of wedded bliss. When Marley Banks told me he wanted to marry me a little over two years ago, he didn’t waste any time. As soon as I got out of the hospital, we went to the courthouse, got our license, and tied the proverbial knot. It was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Marley groans, pushing his ass into me. I lift my head to see if he’s up, but his eyes are still firmly shut. My husband is good about letting me fuck him in his sleep. Partly from Marley, I’ve got a somnophilia kink. I never thought it would be possible to be this turned on by another human, but my attraction to Marley grows daily. Let’s just say Kaye isn’t thrilled about our newfound fuckfests onstage. She forgets she complained about us not fucking two years ago.
I grip Marley’s hips and slowly push into him. Lazy morning sex is the best fucking sex. Sure, it’s not intense and wild, but it’s a sex wrapped in comfort.
Marley’s moans have me wild. I smile and nip at his earlobe, pretty sure he’s faking he’s passed out at this point. “I love how nice and tight you are for me, baby.”
His hand comes behind and pulls my neck down to him. I knew he was awake. “Nice way to wake up in the morning.”
“You know what’s better, baby?”
Marley smiles. “A hot load of your cum in my ass?”
Laughter fills the room as I kiss his shoulder. “As much as I’d love to keep this going, I’m gonna need you to put a pin on it and come to the studio.”
“There’s no way anything you have to show me is as good as this.”
Marley used to hate bottoming. It took a year for him to allow me to fuck his ass. The first time I did it was after he took a sleeping pill. Let’s just say for a guy with a somnophilia kink, I felt like a five-year-old waking up on Christmas morning.