14: Chapter 14

MARCO

Marco had really been looking forward to getting home and spending some alone time with Ryan after Fourth of July weekend was over, but he woke up on Tuesday to find her already gone. Shaking off the disappointment, he headed into work.

When he got home that night, he found her standing at the stove making dinner. “Go rest; I’ll finish this,” he told her, kissing her cheek.

“It’s almost done,” she said, holding up a wooden spoon to fend him off. “Set the table, please.”

He did as she told him. “How was your day?”

She sighed, and even though they’d just gotten back from a mini-vacation, he could see the weariness in her eyes. “I was in surgery all day.”

After dinner, he disappeared upstairs for a few minutes, then came back down to tug Ryan away from the sink. “Come on, I ran you a bath and I want you to soak while I finish cleaning up.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, letting him nudge her toward the bathroom. He liked that she was letting him take care of her a little more these days.

RYAN

Ryan was still soaking in the tub when Marco walked back in, apparently done cleaning up from dinner. “I’m going to jump in the shower,” he said.

The house had a lot of bathrooms, but the advantage of this one was that it boasted both a massive, clawfooted tub on one side, and a glass-walled shower cubicle on the other.

She leaned against the tub and watched Marco through the shower door, grinning as his muscles flexed. She appreciated his body, his muscles, the well-defined V that led down to a dick that was just as impressive flaccid as when it was hard.

“See something you like, kitten?” he asked, opening the door and stepping out.

“Yes, I do,” she said, giving him another unsubtle once-over.

He stepped closer, his dick in her face, and moaned when she licked a long, messy line up his shaft. Then, feeling bold, she pressed forward to suck on his balls while she brought a hand up to pump his dick.

She knew by now that he could easily cum like that, from her hand alone, but he could also hold out as long as it took to bring her pleasure first.

Tonight, she wanted to bring him as much pleasure as he always gave her.

She let his balls fall out of her mouth with a wet ~pop~. Their eyes locked as she took all his length down her throat until her nose brushed his patch of pubic hair.

Marco grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. “I’m going to cum, kitten.”

She sucked him even harder until his cum ran down her throat.

While he was still panting and clutching at the side of the tub to keep his knees from buckling, Ryan stood up from the tub. “See something you like?” she echoed teasingly when she noticed that he was staring at her.

“Yes,” he growled, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bed.

“Marco, I’m still wet.”

“You’re about to be even wetter,” he said, laying her down.

He kissed down her body as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, giving each breast and nipple ample attention before finally turning his attention to her pussy. She closed her eyes, lost in sensation.

Marco took his time, sucking on her and then slowly swirling his tongue inside her, back and forth, over and over again. It was maddening, and she wanted to beg for more.

“Marco,” she moaned.

She was close now, and he used his fingers along with his tongue to push her the rest of the way over the edge. “Marco!” she screamed as she came.

He kissed his way back up her body. “I love it when you scream my name, kitten.”

Her ever-growing stomach made it harder for him to be on top, which made her feel a little self-conscious, but there were plenty of other positions just as good. So, he guided her up into a sitting position with her legs securely on his shoulders before guiding himself in.

Marco kept his thrusts slow and hard, hitting all the right spots with each one of them.

She cried out, “Harder, harder.”

His dick pounded into her, his balls slapping off her ass with each harsh thrust. Her walls clamped around him like a vice as she came again, hard, juice squirting out of her and down his balls. He followed soon after.

She let out a soft whimper when he pulled out, immediately missing his warmth, and watched as he retreated to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean them up with.

Once he was done, she put on one of his shirts and settled into the bed. He crawled in behind her and covered them up.

“You look sexy in my shirt, kitten,” he murmured in her ear.

“I would’ve thought you preferred me naked?”

He pulled her close. “I don’t mind either one.”

She hummed in response as she felt sleep taking over.

Marco rubbed her stomach and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Good night, kitten.”

***

Once Ryan hit her seventh month, Dr. Wyatt would no longer let her work at all, so she spent her days making sure that the nursery was ready and cleaned the house.

It wasn’t really that dirty, but she needed something to do.

She was lying at the edge of the pool, her legs in the water, when Marco came home. He stripped out of his clothes and quietly entered the pool. Standing between her legs, he pulled her bottoms to the side and began devouring her.

“You scared me,” she said breathlessly, sitting up as her legs started to shake.

“Sorry, kitten, I couldn’t pass this up,” he murmured, pulling her bottoms off and tossing them aside.

“You could’ve let me know you were home,” she grumbled.

Marco lowered himself back down in the water. “I’m home,” he said, before putting his tongue back to work.

Their afternoon fun was interrupted by the doorbell. Ryan put her bottoms back on, heaving herself to her feet. “I’ll get it.”

She was surprised to see two police detectives at the door, one a little older with a salt-and-pepper beard, the other baby-faced. “Can I help you?” she asked, heart beating a little faster.

“Are you Ryan Andrews?” asked the older one.

“I am.”

“What’s going on?” Marco walked up behind her, clothes back on.

“We’re investigating a missing person report,” explained the younger one. “Do you know a Christopher Glenn?”

Ryan had to take a moment to steady her breathing at that name. Then she gestured for the police to come inside and take a seat in the living room. “I haven’t seen him in years,” she said truthfully.

“His father said you dated in college,” said the older one, pulling out a notepad. “Is that correct?”

“We did, but like I said, I haven’t seen him in years. Not since my parents’ funeral.” She worked hard to keep her voice even, not to get lost in those memories.

Marco rubbed her shoulders. “Why are you asking her about someone she hasn’t seen in years?”

The younger one spoke up. “His father said that Christopher had made some comments about looking you up, Ms. Andrews. We are following up on that.”

“I can assure you that he hasn’t,” Ryan said, leaning forward. “I have no desire to see him again.”

The older one nodded. “Thanks for your time, then. Please let us know if he does get in touch.”

And then, just as quickly as they’d come, they were gone. Ryan let herself lean back against the couch, feeling frozen. Chris had been talking about getting back in touch? Geez. Thank God he hadn’t.

She had no idea what had happened in his life since he assaulted her. No idea why he might be a missing person. Mostly, she just hoped he would stay missing—forever.

MARCO

Marco saw the detectives out and then rushed back to Ryan, where she was still sitting motionless on the couch. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, shaking her head. “I just haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

“Who is he?” Marco asked, voice carefully neutral.

“An old boyfriend,” she said simply, patting his leg. “I’m going to start dinner.”

He didn’t push her on it.

Marco knew the police would never find Chris’s body. And seeing the way Ryan reacted to just the mention of that name told him that he had done the right thing.

If anyone else ever hurt his girl, he would do it again.