Chapter 24: Chapter 24

I stirred awake as there was movement in the bed. I sat up quickly, realizing that I had gone to sleep in Marco’s bed after our…involvement on the couch.

 

“Good morning.” He smiled at me, moving in to kiss me. His lips were soft and gentle, unlike the previous night.

 

“Morning.” I spoke as he moved back, rubbing the back of my head. I held the sheet to my chest with my other hand, as neither of us had put clothes back on before bed.

 

“You can use my bathroom to shower. It’s bigger than yours.” Marco offered with the smile still on his face.

 

“Alright.” I nodded, getting out of the bed. Marco whistled, causing me to roll my eyes with a small smile.

 

“You’re one hell of a woman, Lili.” His eyes followed me as I walked into the attached bathroom.

 

I turned the shower on and waited a few moments before crawling in. I had been in here plenty of times to clean, but never imagined I would be using it as casually as I am now. I let out a deep sigh as the hot water ran down my shoulders. I glanced over towards the door, seeing movement. I realized it was Marco, his brown eyes hungrily running over my body. I turned my attention away from him and back to the tiles, acting as if nothing had happened.

 

“Lilian.” Marco purred my name. I looked back over at him, seeing the desire in his eyes. Not that his eyes only gave away his intentions; instead, his hardening member did. He slid the glass open and crawled into the shower. Marco pressed his body against mine, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He forced me to take a step forwards, pushing me up against the cold wall. I let out a small gasp at the shocking temperature. Marco leaned against me and forced my head in his direction, allowing him to hungrily gnaw at my lips. He gripped my hips, pulling them back, but kept a hand on my neck to keep my face against the tiles. Once settled into his preferred position, he rubbed his cock against me.

 

“Marco.” I turned my head to face him. I placed my arm on his stomach, but he grabbed my arm, twisting it up against my back, leaving me pinned. Marco moaned out, forcing himself in as far as he could go, before pulling back and doing it again.

 

Marco continued thrusting in and out, holding me in place until the rhythm became more inconsistent before he ended up finishing. He finally released me, letting me stand back up into the warm water.

 

“We have a trip coming up soon. I’ll have my assistant send you the details in an email.” Marco started a casual conversation, his hands running down to my hips, stopping there and holding me.

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After a long day with an uncharacteristically fussy toddler, I was more than excited when Marco got home to help me carry some of the burden. He informed me that he had other plans for the night, though, and that Lark would be left with a, sarcastically, lucky Kendall. After Kendall showed up, Marco and I left for our mystery destination. 

 

“Come on, Marco.” I pouted my lip. “Tell me where we’re going.”

 

He glanced over at me. “Cute, but no. It’s a surprise. One I think you’ll like.”

 

“Marco.”

 

“Some of my friends have gotten together to play we are going to watch. That’s all I’m saying for now.”

 

“Play?” I cracked a smile. “Don’t tell me this is some sort of orgy you’re taking me to.”

 

Marco chuckled. “Perhaps it is.”

 

“Great. We’ve barely started sleeping together and this guy is already taking me to origies.” 

 

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“With a body like yours, you belong in one.”

 

“I…don’t know if that’s really a compliment or not, Marco, but I’ll just take it as one.”

 

“Good.” He laughed.

 

We chatted the rest of the way to our destination. We finally arrived at a large barn, leaving me confused until I saw a sign. 

 

“Ah, polo.” I finally came to the conclusion of that’s what he had meant. I had gone over a few ideas in my head even thinking perhaps croquette, but hadn’t landed on polo once. I was admittedly excited to see the horses, as I have always loved them.

 

Marco and I settled into the stands, cuddlings under some blankets he had brought. They were already playing, well, practicing more than anything, but it was still fun to see.

 

“How’d you know I’d enjoy this?”

 

“Admittedly, I wasn’t sure.” He smiled at me, his arm wrapped around me and holding me close. “They invited me and I had no one else I wanted to go with.”

 

“That’s pretty sweet, Mr. Wolfe.”

 

“I can be pretty charming.” He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

 

“I actually use to ride horses when I was younger. Not--not like this, mind you. I rode western and didn’t own the horse, but I’ve always loved them.”

 

“They’re beautiful animals.” Marco agreed. “Maybe I’ll get you one so I can watch you ride.”

 

“That sounds dirty.”

 

“It is.” He smirked. “Anyways, I hope you aren’t too hungry. We have plans for dinner after we’re done here.”

 

“I can wait.” I confirmed, knowing that he had s nice place in mind, no matter where it was.

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I crawled into bed, letting out a deep breath. I was back in my own bed now, left with my thoughts. After the practice was over, he introduced me to his friends before we went to dinner with most of them. I didn’t mind; it gave me the chance to just listen and not have to join in on the conversation. As expected, it was a nice dinner, but would’ve been better with just the two of us. 

 

I couldn’t help as my mind drifted to Marco and what we have. I’ve had one-night stands before, before and after I met Alder, but only had one serious relationship with Alder and never anything like with Marco. I wasn’t sure what to call it, really. It was something, but I wasn’t sure what. Not yet, anyway.

 

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