Mark (Mallick Brothers 3)

And if that future could maybe be with Mark Mallick, well, all the better.

So, feeling a little too caught up in it all, I went back inside, finished my coffee, got my shoes and wallet, and left the house, intent on finding an outfit for dinner later that night. Everything I packed was of the normal every-day variety. And after a display like he had given me that morning, I wanted something that showed just how thankful I was. Maybe some lingerie would be a nice touch as well.--"Jesus fuck," Mark groaned when he walked inside the house a quarter after six.

See, sometime between leaving the house and returning, I had come up with an idea that seemed to scream gratitude a lot more than a black dress and lace panties.

So I got what I needed and hauled ass back to his house, arranging the flowers throughout the house so we could actually move (or roll) through it at any time without worrying about breaking glass. I showered again, dressed, then, well, undressed.

Because we weren't going out to dinner.

And I wasn't wearing a little black dress.

But we would be eating.

And Mark's plate just so happened to be my naked body which was very, very carefully covered in food.

Was it maybe weird and uncomfortable to lay like that for twenty minutes waiting for him? Oh yeah.

But was it worth it to hear the shock in his voice and the desire in his eyes? Hells yes.

And was it the most erotic thing in the world to watch this amazing, thoughtful, handy, sexy, family-oriented, badass man slowly bite, suck, and lick food off of my neck, breasts, belly, thighs, and then finally, last but not least, my pussy?

Holy fucking shit, yes it was.

From there, well, you can guess where it led.

In one word, it was perfect.--"Exactly what are these women expecting him to say?" Atlas asked, brows drawn together. "I mean, guys are pretty basic..."

"Not according to Fee," I cut him off, shaking my head. "They deal with all kinds of, ah, interesting characters."

"Yeah, but the average guy just wants to hear that he's got a monster cock and that you want it to destroy your pussy until you come a thousand times," Nixon said, rolling his eyes.

"Women like dirty talk too," Rush said, shrugging, not able to look my way, something I was maybe grateful for since I wasn't overly comfortable with the topic either.

"So you're considering it?" I asked, almost cringing at the hopefulness in my own tone as we walked down the street out of the less-than-ideal area of Navesink Bank where we had crashed not even a month before.

"Gotta talk about the specifics, but I'm figuring it would be a good way to make some cash until I figure out what I want to be doing long-term."

"Good," I said, not caring about the relief in my voice. "What about you guys? Doing any thinking about your future?"

"You doing any thinking, or have you been too busy with your boyfriend?"

I couldn't help it; I cringed at that word.

What could I say, I had never had a boyfriend.

And it sort of felt like I was too old to have one right then.

But that's what brothers were for, right? To tease you.

He was right though too; I hadn't been doing any real thinking. Well, I had been doing plenty of thinking, but almost all of that had to do with Mark and how he fit into my life and what hopes I had for a possible future with him. All these crazy little things I could never have imagined in a million years I would be considering just a couple weeks before.

When I wasn't thinking I was, well, engaged in other activities that required little to no thinking and a lot of action.

He was right.

I couldn't question them if I wasn't considering my options as well. It wasn't emergent. We all had a fair amount of money stashed away. But we all knew it was prudent to use that money to get cars and apartments or houses or other important things like that, not to waste it away on hotel rooms for months and months.

Aside from retail, which I had worked, and every corner of it, I had no skills other than the kind that involved how to rip people off. You couldn't exactly put that on a resume.

They might fare better because some of them had skills that involved their hands. King especially could get a job in security. He had been doing that since he had moved out at eighteen. Just a little fudging on his resume and he was good to go.

Rush would likely do the deal with Fee, at least temporarily. She made it clear that if I really needed a good job, with easy hours, and benefits, that she would be happy to have me. But I didn't see myself being able to pull that off. It was one thing to be able to dirty talk in the heat of the moment. It was a complete other to do it in an office setting. Even if she did offer dental and vision.