“My brother’s here with his wife,” he says in a husky voice.
“Name?” She smiles up at him.
“Campos.”
“Of course. I’ll let him know you’re here. He can come out and give you an update.” She clicks away on her computer keyboard for a few seconds then stands from her desk. “You guys can have a seat over there while you wait.” She points down the hall toward a small waiting area.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” Marco sighs, as we take a seat in the uncomfortable hard plastic orange chairs.
“Of course.” I rub my palm over his thigh, staring at the concerned look etched on his face. “I’m sure everything’s fine.”
“Marco?” His brother Nick easily guides his chair into the tiny room. “Why are you here?” The muscles tick in his jaw before he turns to acknowledge me with a quick wave.
“Mila drove us.” Marco rises from his seat and stands in front of his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder. “How’s Gina?”
“She’s stable, but her water broke. They’re monitoring the baby’s heart rate, and if it goes any lower, they’ll have to do a Cesarean.” His face pales, clouded with worry, and he looks like he hasn’t slept at all.
“Look…you guys should go. It’s probably going to be hours…”
“Not going anywhere, Brother.” Marco sits in a chair next to him, so he’s eye level. “I’ll be right here until you’re holding that precious little boy in one arm and your beautiful wife in the other.”
“Fine,” he mumbles, his expression closed up. “I’ll keep you two updated every hour. Can you call Mom and Dad and makes sure Gabby’s okay?”
“I’m sure they’re spoiling her and hand-feeding her sugary treats as we speak, but I’ll call them now.”
“Thanks.” Nick turns the chair to leave, looking over his shoulder at Marco with a hardened expression. “Is it true? You’re going to fight again?” Nick shakes his head with a frown. “Maybe you should go.”
“I’m not fucking going anywhere.” Marco stands, clenching his fists, a pained look on his face. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I think you have more important things to worry about.” He scowls with intense, brooding eyes as he watches Nick turn and ride away.
After Nick leaves, Marco paces around the room agitated, his hands in his pockets. I stand, placing my hand on his shoulder, and his body tenses. “Come sit down,” I say, and he sighs. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“You shouldn’t have to sit here for hours. Why don’t you go and I’ll catch the train back?”
I scoff, “Using the words of this great guy, I know. I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
Marco chuckles. His smirk is so damn sexy; I could jump his bones right here. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and now you have to sit here for hours with me.” He tucks a loose stray of hair behind my ear, causing goosebumps across my shoulders. “Thanks for being here.”
A thick lock of his dark hair falls over his eyes, and I push it back with my fingers. “What do you want to do while we wait? We could get some coffee.” Caffeine sounds like an excellent idea right now, and I think we both need it.
His soft blue eyes flash with heat. A hint of a smile creeps upon his lips saying he isn’t to be trusted, causing my nipples to pebble and a throbbing between my legs. So why do I trust him so much?
That’s how I ended up sitting on a porcelain sink, in a hospital bathroom, with my panties pushed to the side.
Marco’s mouth clamps on my pussy as I shamelessly rock my hips into his face. His tongue teasing, his mouth demanding as he licks and sucks everywhere.
“You taste so fucking good,” Marco growls, spreading my legs wider.
“Holy shit!” I cry out as he feasts on me. I buck against his mouth, gasping for air, already on the edge. “Oh, fuck.” Marco adds his fingers and my entire body quakes. “Oh, God…oh, God.” The invasion is the force I need.
My mouth falls open as my orgasm rips through me like a freight train, as he continues to suck on my hot, throbbing clit, long and hard. My body is such a live wire; I barely last a minute before I’m coming on his tongue.
“Amazing.” Marco grins as I start to come out of my euphoric state, realizing he’s already standing, positioned between my legs.
“Need you.” My fingers tear at his belt buckle. “Now.”
“Fuck, Mila.” Marco lifts my shirt up around my neck, tearing down the lace bra over my aching breasts. My tight nipples become more uncomfortable when they hit the cool air. “You’re so hot, woman,” he growls, cupping my tits in his palms, giving them a firm squeeze.
I’m still struggling with his jeans when Marco takes a step back. I grasp at his shirt, not wanting to let him go. My greedy, demanding pussy is having none of it.
He unbuttons and unzips his jeans like it’s his job, sliding them down past his hips enough to free his mouthwatering cock. I sit back, admiring his beauty. God, he’s gorgeous. The way his biceps flex as he strokes his hard length. The way his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
I move my palms over my breasts and roll my peaked nipples between my fingers, causing an extra jolt of electricity to my still ultra-sensitive clit. His groan lets me know how much I turn him on.
I tug him closer, his cock pressed against my warm center. “Fuck me, Marco.”
“Shit.” The muscles in his body tense. “I don’t have a condom.”
“You can pull out,” I say in a ragged breath, staring into his hooded, stormy eyes. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Okay. I know it’s stupid and reckless, but I’m so tightly wound, I could care less at this moment. All common sense seems to have left the building when it comes to this man. Thoughts of Marco pumping his seed inside, and putting a baby in me, swirl around my head. Because that’s the needy, wanton, horny, crazy Jezebel, I’ve turned into.
“You sure?”
I nod. “Oh, God,” my moan echoes off the walls when Marco bites his lip with a growl and slips into me with one smooth stroke.
He kisses me hard, filling every inch of me. “You’re so tight this way.”
“You’re so big.” I grip his broad shoulders tight as he slides in and out, heavily devouring my mouth. I immediately start to come again the moment he enters me. “Oh, fuck!” I fist my fingers in his hair. My head falls back, knocking against the mirror as I clench and pulse around his throbbing cock.
“Jesus, Mila. So fucking good with you,” he growls from deep in his throat, gliding in and out.
“Yes…yes…God, yes.” I meet him thrust for thrust, marveling at how good this is. Sex never felt like this for me. Ever. The pleasure is intense. I’m certain it will never be like this again when it ends between us. He’s ruined this for anyone after him.
Our eyes lock, and it’s like a shot to the chest. He’s so beautiful I want to cry. Or maybe it’s the fact I’m falling in love with him.
“Harder, Marco,” I cry. He reaches down between us and rubs slow circles against my clit. “I’m coming again.” My legs tremble. It’s enough to push me over the edge once more. Sweet, Jesus. Multiple orgasms are NOT A MYTH, ladies.