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“She does.” Shaun agrees. “Our Vicious Kitten.”
Marcus nods. “Yes. Our Vicious Kitten.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rhys
My night with Marcus is quiet, loving, and nurturing. Something I didn’t realise until recently that I needed. I was speaking the truth when I said Marcus gives me the quiet moments. He gives me aftercare. I don’t think he understands how much I need that. After all the crazy freaky highs I try to reach through sex, I need to come down. And sometimes, the comedown is so hard that the only way I can deal with it is to seek the high again.
Cue addiction.
He also gives me a sense of security. Yes, he’s kind of possessive, but that means his eyes are always on me, making sure I’m ok. He was the one that noticed I was having trouble with the guys getting too close when we first went camping. He could see my attempt to hide my panic each time they got close. I was so messed up after the humiliation at the Feast, and I couldn’t fathom being touched intimately.
It's Marcus’ possessiveness that led him to steal a fucking boat to hunt me down, and it’s the same possessiveness that let him see how much Ty and I care for each other. Marcus is the rationality when I’m anything but, and I absolutely need him and love him.
When the guys left us alone last night, he took me to the bathroom and showered with me, not saying anything as he washed the blood from my mouth and used gentle hands to clean between my legs. He washed my hair and combed through conditioner, his gentle touch igniting my vulnerable emotions. He even handed me a toothbrush and washed his own hair as he silently watched me brush my teeth in the shower.
Once I was clean, he kissed me. It was soft. Gentle. Intoxicating. It stirred butterflies deep in my belly and ignited me from the inside. Then he made love to me right there in the shower. There’s no other way to put it, and even saying those words now, I don’t feel like cringing because it was fucking beautiful.
There’s no doubt that I like to fuck. Dirty, sweaty, filthy sex in all the forbidden ways. It can be utterly consuming. Something I’m absolutely addicted to. Yet this, with Marcus, was just as consuming. I’d felt it before with Ty and even Shaun, but with Marcus, it was like I handed over the key to my soul.
I cried a little afterwards, feeling pathetic. Marcus didn’t see it that way, though. He dried my tears and pressed kisses to my burning hot cheeks, and when I managed to pull my shit together, he dried me and took me to bed.
We chatted quietly in the dark for a while about crazy things, like the future. He told me that he’s not sure what he wants to do when we finish high school, and he asked me about my photography and if that’s what I want to do after we graduate. Then he told me that no matter what I choose to do with my future, he’ll be right by my side, even if he has to share me. We talked for so long with my face nuzzled into his neck, our bodies bare and entwined under the blanket. His fingers ran lazily up and down my arm, and before I even realised, I fell asleep in his arms.
The sun is up again now, bright rays beaming in from the gap in the curtain. It’s going to be another mild spring day, and the idea spreads my lips into a grin.
Everything feels right. Even though the events of last night at Ty’s house weren’t a good situation, I feel so much better knowing I don’t have to keep that secret from the guys anymore. There are no secrets now. They know everything, and they are still here.
I feel… happy. I’m pretty sure that’s what this feeling is. It’s a powerful feeling. I know there is still the Julie and Brian stuff, and that stupid prick Master Hill and his threats with the videos to my ‘rents. But you know what? Not even they can bring me down. The cops are on to all of them, and soon they will be just an ugly memory that I’ll push to the back of my mind and never think of again.
“You’re awake?” Marcus rasps quietly against my ear before he nips it.
“Yep.” I giggle, turning my head from the filtering rays of sun to take in my possessive lover.
His hair is dishevelled, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Marcus Grady look sexier.
“You, ok?” He asks, his brow furrowing in concern.
“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
His white teeth appear as he grins. “Must be because you woke up next to me.”
I laugh before he grips the back of my head and kisses me.
Unfortunately, our kiss gets interrupted by the door flying open, and Simon barges in, hyped up full of playful energy.
“You guys. Check this out.” He bounds onto the bed, holding up a phone and throws himself down, causing us to separate as he worms his way between us, laying his head on the pillow. “Bossi was sleepwalking last night. I recorded it.”
“What?” I gasp, my eyes wide. “He was sleepwalking?”
“Yeah. It was funny as fuck.” Simon chuckles before hitting play on his phone.
Shaun is on the screen, walking around the living area in just his jocks, his dark curls in disarray, and his eyes looking distant.
“Squiggle toothpicks… in the butt holes… chicken trucks do it.”
The familiar shuffled walk I saw the first night I stayed at Shaun’s house when he was sleepwalking shoots a pang of worry through my chest. Yeah, it’s funny to watch, but his brother Derek told me he only sleepwalks when he’s really worried about something.
