Blinking her eyes open the next morning, Abby nearly forgot where she was, but the feel of a warm body spooned behind her brought back all the memories of the night before.
Oh, God.
What had she done?
She knew what she had done. She'd been fine with doing it once, but then she had gone and stayed.
What she should have done was go back to her room. But she'd been so tired and comfortable after they had done what they did so she lingered, and then he started kissing her again and well things heated. Again. Abby honestly didn't know where his stamina came from, but going from years without sex to multiple mind-blowing orgasms in one night, she sure wasn't going to complain. And then after they were finished he'd been so damn adorable, so damn Marcus it had been impossible to leave. Not with the way he held her close, kissed her with soft presses of his lips to hers, and looked at her like she hung the damn moon.
It was those same kisses that were being pressed into her shoulder that kept her from fleeing even now.
Abby closed her eyes as his nose nuzzled into her hair and his soft, sleep-filled voice murmured, "Good morning."
"Morning," she said, turning her head towards him intent on smiling up at him but found herself falling further, pressed into the mattress with him above her and his lips moving over hers. She hummed, wound her arms lazily around his neck and threaded her fingers into his soft hair. Kissing Marcus Kane was far too easy of a thing to do and while she should have been picking up her clothes along with her dignity from the floor and leaving, she found herself reluctant to go.
But she couldn't just lie there and kiss him all day. She had to shower and dress and meet Callie for brunch before they went for Callie's final fitting.
Just as she was about to tell him so, Marcus rolled onto his back taking her with him. She smiled against his lips feeling other parts of him also very awake. His palms ghosted down her spine making her shiver. He wasn't going to make leaving easy on her.
"I have to meet Callie," she whined.
"It's still early," he told her simply.
"It is, but I have to shower and get ready," she protested, and it was a weak thing even to her own ears.
"You sure you don't have a little more time?" he asked and began kissing a trail down her chin.
She sighed. Technically, yes, she supposed she did. It was early yet, and she was meeting Callie in the restaurant downstairs so she had some time, but they couldn't keep this up. They couldn't just keep having sex. They had lives they had to return to at the end of the week. And he lived in Hawaii for God's sake. What was she going to do, fly there for a quicky? No. It was better if they just ended this now before there were any feelings involved.
"Marcus, what are we doing?"
He chuckled. "Well, Abby-"
She brought a hand up that had been clutching at his shoulder, wound it into his hair and gave a gentle tug. "Not this, Marcus," she said. "What are we doing? Where can this possibly go?"
"Wherever we want it," he told her, dropping his head down against the pillow. The gentleness in his warm gaze filled her chest full of warmth. Left her feeling like maybe there was some way...
Her eyes widened. Oh, good God, no.
She groaned and dropped her head against his shoulder. "You're as infuriating as I remember."
His arms wound around her back hugged her to him. "And you're just as stubborn as you were before."
Raising her head, she arched a brow at him. "Stubborn, hm?" Placing her palms on his chest, she rose to straddle his hips, moving over him just so that her desire for him evident in the way she so easily slid over him. His eyes darkened, his hands squeezing her hips, her name tumbling from his lips in a soft, revenant, "Abby."
She let his eyes drink her in, and smiled smugly, at the appreciation she found there. She may have had a child, but she kept herself in good shape and though she may not be twenty, she didn't look bad at forty either.
She tilted her hips and sank on him, her jaw dropping open as he filled her.
Oh. Why did he have to feel so… Mmm, fuck.
Alright, so maybe she would straighten her hair instead of curling it. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
Her voice was a low, sexy murmur that made his cock throb when she said, "Maybe I have a little more time."
He snorted a laugh, and with that, she shifted her hips, slowly rose and sank back down on him. Marcus's head fell back, and as he did, felt her take his wrists and pin them down on the pillow beside his head. He opened his eyes, and gaze up into hers before she dropped her bow down to his, her lips seeking his as she began to slowly fuck him while all his thoughts blurred and he became lost in the feel of her heat wrapped around him.
"Christ, Abby," he groaned in time with her deep, breathy, Mmm, you feel so good next to his ear. Her lips started to kiss a trail down his neck, and it had him turning his head so she could have better access to nip and suck and - holy fuck, he loved her. He loved her for years. He loved her so Goddamn much. "My God, Abby," he breathed.
She hummed, pulled away, sat up on him and in doing so, released his hands, and it was about time because he wanted his hands on all that naked skin. Her hips sank, took him deep, and his cock throbbed inside her and at her words, "This good?"
Good? She had no idea. His hands fell from her breasts and grasped her hips. "Better than good," he groaned. "So much better than good."
"How long have you wanted to fuck me, Marcus?"
His eyes widened, her words nearly making him come right then and there. "Forever."
This time when she rose, and he planted his feet and thrust up deep inside her. She gasped, and her eyes widened in surprise right before they fluttered shut. He bit his lip and thrust up again. Her hands fell on his chest, her nails digging in, making him hiss, but the pain was worth it to see the look of pleasure on her face and the feeling of being completely thoroughly awestruck that she was there with him.
His hands gripped the flesh of her hips in time with every rise and fall of her hips. But then she slowed, and he looked up finding her looking down at him with a sort of need in her eyes before she reached for him and breathed, "Come here."
He wasn't about to argue. He sat up and her arms wrap around his neck, and they both shift a little so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His hands slide from her knees up and around bringing her impossibly closer.
Having her all pressed against him, fitted snugly together, while their lips brush together softly had his chest filling with so much affection for her he felt it would nearly burst. It was more intimate, more than just a quick morning fuck, but something for savoring, for feeling like they didn't know where one ended and the other began.
Again, she began to rock, and his hands clutched her backside to guide her down on him. She moaned into his kiss, and he chased it with one of his own. They kiss until they were breathless, and only then did he draw back to gaze at her. Bare and free of makeup, her hair mussed from sleep, and her lips swollen from their kisses. She was beautiful.
Her eyes searched his. "Marcus," she breathed, and his name on her lips in that moment sent a sharp twinge straight to his heart.
"Abby," he murmured, and cupping her face, brought her lips to his.
Together they rock with him deep inside her, and her breasts pressed up against his chest, bellies slick with sweat until they reach the edge, gasping into the others mouth from the intensity and then coming and trembling and groaning their release together.
The shower not too long later was hot and more than large enough to accommodate them both. It didn't take much to lure her there. Not with the promise to keep his hands mostly to himself and it was at that mostly, she had raised a brow and followed after him.
It had been a complete accident that he had her back pressed up against the marble wall while he held her around the middle, his other hand tucked between her legs. In all fairness, she had kissed him first. And now he watched, enthralled. Her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped down open, her breath catching as his fingers circled her.
Her nails dug into his forearm as her hands clutched and splayed along with the tempo he set. And when her soft sighs became moans, he made quicker tighter circles and watched as her eyes flutter closed. Her weight gave a bit, so he held her tighter and whispered, "I've got you, Abby."
She trembled and breathed his name and when he couldn't stand not having his lips on her sought them and swallowed her cries. She was close, but she hummed and clasped her hand around his wrist halting his movements against her.
He pulled away from their kiss, and it was his turn for his jaw to drop open when she raised her leg hooking it around his hip and murmured, "Inside me." Swallowing, he stepped forward and lining up rubbed the tip of himself against her, making sure she was ready, and God, was she.
A groan spilled from him followed by, "Fuck, Abby," and "so good."
"You too," she murmured, but he could barely hear it over the spray, and that just wouldn't do. Grasping her thigh, he urged her other up and she gave a little jump. His other hand came up and grasped the other as she wrapped her legs around his back. Their lips found each other, tongues colliding as they adjusted, as he shifted her up a litter higher... just there. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and she gasped and said his name over and over against his lips, and he'd never heard anything sexier.
His hands came up and cupped her ass and her nails scrape against his scalp and down his neck making a shudder run through him. They weren't teenagers anymore, and he knew he was going to feel this later but he couldn't seem to get his fill of her.
"Marcus," she whimpered, "touch me."
He smiled, murmured, "Do you want to come again?"
"Is that a serious question?" she asked, with a breathy laugh.
His smile widened, and he pulled back to see into her warm, dark eyes. Biting his lower lip, he slid his hand from her thigh and watched with satisfaction when her eyes widened as is fingers slid over her drawing a deep moan from her.
She pulled him into a deep, tongue-filled kiss as she came and not long after he followed, almost forgetting to pull out but managed just in time and spilled on the shower floor.
They rinsed and dried, and both a bit boneless as they dressed.
She left him with a kiss.
He hadn't thought she would. After their time in bed and the shower, they talked for a bit about their plans for the day before the rehearsal. He offered to send up breakfast but she needed to go get ready for her day with Callie. Truth be told, he needed to get ready as much as she, having just over an hour before he needed to meet Thelonious.
When she was gone he finished getting ready and took a cab out to one of Las Vegas' many golf courses. Thelonious met him in the bar and got to his feet at his approach.
"Hey, it's about time."
"Sorry about that," Marcus said, avoiding his friend's eyes. "I overslept what with the time difference."
He and Thelonious fell into step beside one another as they made their way from the bar out to the course. "Jet lag really? That's what you're going with?"
Marcus looked over at him, years of experience of a defense attorney he gave nothing away. "I don't know what you're referring to."
His friend chuckled. "One of the sharpest legal minds in the country and you're blaming your tardiness on a two-hour time change?"
They stepped outside, and he squinted into the sunlight. Reaching up he pushed his sunglasses down on his nose, and answered, "That's my defense, yes."
Marcus was aware his friend saw right through him, but what he had with Abby he'd like to keep between her and him for now. Quite honestly, he had no idea what the hell it was that they were doing and until he had some kind of word from her, he wasn't about to breathe a word of it.
Thelonious took a bag of clubs from beside a cart and took one from them. While taking a practice swing, he said, "I'd call out the weaknesses in your defense, however, the truth underlying makes me more than happy enough to allow it for the time being." Thelonious smiled and held out the club to him.
He smirked and took the club. "Which is why you sit on the bench, and I don't."
Another chuckled and then a dark, raised eyebrow. "You ready for this?"
Marcus nodded, took a moment to gaze over the green rolling hills. "It's been years, but I'll give it a go."
"Good man," Thelonious said with a pat on the back.
For the rest of the afternoon, Marcus drank and played golf and tried not to think about what the fuck he'd was going to do now.
"Hey, darling, sorry I'm late," Callie said, breathless after jogging over to their table and kissing her cheek before taking a seat beside her.
Abby chuckled and raised the menu she'd been absently staring at for the last twenty minutes. "You're fine. I had a late start myself."
"Oh, good." Callie took her menu and groaned. "Let's get food. I'm starving."
Ten minutes later they gave their orders to their waiter and had mimosas sitting in front of them while they waited. They chatted for a while about the fitting, and how Callie didn't care if the french toast and double order of bacon she ordered bloated her, she was eating it all.
Abby laughed, but her laugh faltered when Callie paused mid-sip of her drink with wide eyes.
"Abby, what happened to your-" she began reaching over to brush Abby's hair from her shoulder, then grinned. "Oh my God, Abby… is that a hickey?"
Her hand flew to her neck right before she reached for her purse on the chair beside her. She was going to kill him. "Tell me there isn't."
Callie grinned over at her. "You slept with him."
Taking her compact she checked her neck and sure enough there it was. Right above her collar a blossom of purple. Fuck. She snapped her compact shut and groused, "I might have."
Callie practically squealed. "Oh my God, why didn't you tell me you and Marcus had sex?"
Heads turned in their direction and Abby dropped her head into her hand. "Say it louder Callie, I don't think the busboy in the back heard you."
But Callie didn't care who heard. She scoot her chair only the slightest bit closer and demanded, "Tell me everything!"
"I will if you lower your voice!" Abby hissed, absolutely mortified.
Callie giggled. "Okay, I'm sorry." Composing herself, she oh so nonchalantly asked, "Soooo, how was your night?"
Abby rolled her eyes, and sighed but couldn't fight the smile that pulled her lips up. "It was… eventful."
"I knew something was happening. I told Theo as soon as we got in the elevator that was more than just harmless flirting that was," she paused, looked around as if to make sure no one would overhear her then said, "that was eye fucking." Heat flooded Abby's cheeks and it only fueled Callie on. "God, you're practically crimson. Was it that good? I mean, I imagine Marcus would be. That broody bad boy defense lawyer thing he has going on."
Abby gave her a look. "You watch too much crime drama."
"And you watch too much Lifetime," Callie returned, then grabbed her arm. "Now stop being so PG and tell me everything already."
Abby sighed. "Yes, it was good. He's as much of a sex God that you've made up in your mind. There. Is that what you want to hear?"
Satisfied, Callie smirked. "Yes, it is. Thank you."
Their plates were then set in front of them, and Abby took her napkin from beside her and set it in her lap.
Thankfully, her friend's appetite gave her somewhat of a reprieve from her twenty questions and Abby was able to get in a few bites before Callie asked, "Are you nervous about the rehearsal tonight?"
She'd been in the middle of a bit of omelet and so she held up a finger, finishing her bite before she replied, "You're just full of pleasant topics this morning."
The look she received was nothing but pity. "I tried to get Theo to not invite him, but his parents mentioned it to him when he came and visited last month."
Abby picked up her drink, and said, "It's fine. I can handle one night in a room with my ex-husband."
"And you'll always have Marcus there," Callie said letting her words trail off, impossible for Abby to miss their implication.
Her shoulders fell. "It's not like that."
"Jake doesn't know that now does he?"
Her friend was a troublemaker. And Abby loved her for it. But still, she shook her head. "No, I couldn't use Marcus like that. Not when-"
"The three of you have so much history?" Callie raised a brow. "I honestly don't think Marcus would mind if you did."
No, he wouldn't, but she would. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression. Not after last night. "But I would. As much as I might relish in Jake's face seeing us together, everything with Marcus is awkward enough as it is."
Callie tilted her head, asked, "Awkward how?" then took another bite of french toast.
How did she explain it? She wasn't even sure how to understand it all. "It's so easy with Marcus. Being with him. It's as easy as it was to be friends with him. That spark we had in college hasn't dimmed, if anything it's more than it was before." She sighed, and admitted, "I practically threw myself at him in the hall."
Callie grinned, delighted by this. "Did he seem to mind?"
"No, but that's no the point. I don't do that kind of thing. Can you imagine what he thinks about me?"
"Um, if he's thinking anything about you I doubt it's anything like you're thinking. Did he give you the impression that he thought any less of you?"
She softened a bit thinking about how he held her close, how his eyes held hers when she finally pulled away from him to leave that morning. "No, but I think less of me."
"Well, stop because I'm sure he's still as in love with you as he's always been," Callie said, and noting her eyes widening, swat at her, "and don't look at me like that, you know he is."
She tried ignoring the way her heart did a double knock in her chest and finished off the rest of her drink. "And another reason why it's awkward."
"Look at me right now and tell me you don't have feelings for him."
Abby raised her eyes to meet Callie's. "Of course, I have feelings for him," she said, then sadly, "just not those feelings."
Callie held her gaze until she couldn't take it anymore and looked away. "You sure about that?"
Their waitress came over to refill their drinks and that was where they left the conversation. After that Callie turned the rest of the afternoon into her dress and her overbearing mother and Abby hadn't had a chance to answer that question even though it was all she could think about.