Chapter 21 - One too many

The journey back to our hotel was painful for us all in different ways. Tasha drooled over Marcus, Marcus kept looking at me like he wanted to eat me. Sam was starstruck and I was constantly trying to make them all behave. We pulled up at the hotel and it suddenly struck me.

Where Marcus was staying?

"Wait? Which hotel you staying at? Don't you have stuff to pick up?" I said to him.

"Um, I kind of didn't have time to book one." He grinned cryptically.

We stopped and Steve got out and came round to open our doors.

"What?" I asked confused. "Didn't have time to book a hotel?"

"I came straight to the theatre from the airport." He shrugged.

"Then where is your stuff?" I said, still non the wiser.

We slid out and I thanked Steve. "That's my pleasure Ms Austen, Sir!" He bowed his head politely to Marcus and we left him to walk up the steps to the hotel.

"Oh what a nice guy!" He said looking behind him as we walked.

"Steve's great, my favourite driver." I beamed.

"You fancy him don't you?" He teased.

"No I don't!" I whisked my head round to see him giggling. "Ass!" I scoffed.

"Mmm, and a mighty fine one you have back there!" He purposely peered behind me watching my ass.

"Stop it!" I whispered making him snigger.

We planned on flying back to New York the next morning, so Marcus would be staying with me at the hotel tonight. As we returned through the room door I turned to Marcus. "You never said where your stuff is? Surely you didn't wear that suit on the plane from England! ..and why didn't you book a hotel in advance?"

"It was a last minute decision and I never said I dressed like this on the plane." He confirmed.

"That doesn't make sense either or am I turning dumb? If you didn't dress like that on the plane and you have no hotel, Then where is your stuff?"

He sighed and pulled his passport from his deep pocket, holding it aloft. "This is all I have. I have been thinking about coming for weeks, but I just couldn't make my mind up and I wasn't sure how you would react. I didn't want to spoil your premiere. It's your night." He paused, so I encouraged him along.

"..and?" I kicked off my shoes and took a glass of champagne from Tasha, who'd poured me one. "Thank you." She held one out to Marcus too, who accepted it too. "Thank you Tasha." He smiled.

He continued his explanation. "and..I rang my mum for her advice. She asked if I loved you. I said yes, she said get on a god damn plane. So I did." He sipped from his glass. "I grabbed my suit, shirt and tie from my wardrobe along with my passport and got to the airport in time to get a ticket to fly out. I got there just before the film started."

"But where are your other clothes then?" I said confused still.

"I stashed them in the gents at the airport this end." He shrugged.

"Oh my god! You are nuts!" He had literally dropped everything and flew to be with me.

He sauntered closer to me. " Mmm, I'm only nuts about you Baby!" He wrapped an arm around my waist and let it come to rest on my bum again.

"Ahem!" Tasha coughed breaking our attention, but not his hold, his hand remained firmly attached to my ass. "I'd like to propose a toast!"

"Oh Tash!" I scoffed. "Don't be silly!"

"Hush you!" She winked. "To my bestest friend in the whole wide world on her wonderful premiere this evening of Vegas or Bust. Congratulations Jen!"

"Jen!" They all said together.

Aww, how sweet?

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We all laughed and giggled into the wee small hours. Sam and Marcus got to know each other a little better and were sat, and finally talking, about the band mostly. Sam was a fan of them. This left me and Tasha chatting together on the sofa. Tasha sat on the seat as I propped on the arm.

"Well! I didn't see that one coming!" She cooed quietly.

"No, me either, but I'm bloody glad it did." I whispered back.

How much had I drunk? I felt giggly.

"Did I hear him say he just grabbed his suit and got on a plane?"

"Yeah! Mad huh? His mum told him to come and pledge his undying love!" I smirked.

"That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. Has he said the words yet?" Tasha loved getting details from me.

"Yes, he did in fact. When I was having a sneaky ciggie out the back afterwards." I squealed a little to loudly making the boys look over.

"Geesus! Did you? I mean is this it now? Are you guys going out?" She pressed with a hiccup.

"Yep." I nodded.

"Oh my god!" She mouthed topping up my glass for the ninth time before topping up her own, draining another bottle.

"I know, I hardly believe it myself!"

"He's smoking Jen! And I don't mean cigarettes!" She slurred and let out another hiccup.

"And you are pissed again! Natasha Barrett!" I giggled.

"So are you Jennifer Perdy!" I don't know why I found that funny, but we burst out laughing. I threw back my head to laugh harder and I fell off the sofa backwards. Dress, wine, undercarriage and all! After a brief silence I snorted out, laughing again.

Marcus strolled over and took my now empty wine glass from my grip. "OK! Ms Austen! Bedtime!"

"Noooo!" I flapped my hands. "I don't wanna go bed! Let's have sex out here!"

"Yes please!" Tasha squealed with laughter.

"Come on!" Marcus said pulling me to stand by my hands, my centre of balance shifted and I toppled forwards. "Woah! OK, over you go!" Marcus said bending down lifting me into a fireman's lift and headed for the bedrooms. "Say goodnight to everyone!"

"Goodnight to everyone!" I snorted and cackled like a drunken witch.

"Room on the right!" I heard Sam call to Marcus.

"Cheers mate!" Marcus replied.

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Plopping me down onto the bed still giggling, Marcus leaned over me with a hand each side of my shoulders with humour in his eyes.

"You are irrississtiibley bootifool." I swooned.

"And you Ms Austen, are drunk! Did you eat today?" He inquired.

"Um, I duunno!" I snorted again.

"Hmm, I would hedge a bet that you haven't."

I reached up and clasped my hands round his neck. "I love yoo." I spluttered.

"Yes. I love you too." He paused briefly. "Oh Jen! I haven't seen you for nearly a month and the night I get you alone, you get like this. I wanted to ravish you tonight." He whined but kissed me quickly.

"You still can!" I pulled him in for a longer kiss and tried to wrap my legs around his body, however my coordination wasn't playing ball. He didn't resist the kiss, but groaned deeply when he pulled away.

"But I'm wet!" I teased. How anyone could sound sexy when pissed was beyond me usually, so why did I even try?

"That's from the champagne, not sexual arousal!" His deep throaty chuckle was definitely changing that though.

"Mmm." I bit my lip knowing that usually worked.

"That's not going to work Jen." However, I could see he was buckling.

"But I want yoo to fuck me Marcoos!"

"Believe me I want to." He lowered his body against me positioned perfectly between my warm legs. I arched my back pushing against his ever growing mound.

"You wanna know wot I got under dis dress?" Raising my hands I ran them roughly through his hair messing it all up.

"Damn right I do!" He said slotting his lips in between mine and grinding his lower half into my crevice.

"I want you Marcoos." I allowed my mouth to fall open inviting his tongue inside.

"Do you?" He said wanton into my mouth.

"Aha!" I flung my arms over my head letting them rest on the sheets, this in turn forced my breasts to rise nearer to his mouth. Mentally I pleaded him to take the bait. "I'm all yours!"

"God damn you have fantastic tits!" He bent his head to gobble on my cleavage hungrily making me giggle.

"Can little Marcoos come out to play?" I said in a childlike tone.

"Believe me he wants to." His said with a mouthful of cleavage.

"I've missed yoo." I whined with a squeak.

"Fuck!" He cursed and ground his hips into me further making me gasp.

"Please?" I begged.

His face came up from my cleavage and sighed saying nothing.

"Please?" I begged again with an oscar winning porn whine.

"I can't." He pushed himself up onto his hands again.

Damn! I was losing him.

"Please?" I tried again hoping he'd buckle.

"I'm not taking advantage of you when you are not fully compus mentus Jen."

"Ohhhh!" I sulked like a spoiled child..

"Now, sit up I need to do your zip." He pulled me upright again and my head span a little.

"Oh?!" I held my forehead.

"Yes, exactly. Oh!" He zipped down the side of my dress and pulled me up to stand, or should I say stagger. The dress fell to the floor revealing I wasn't wearing any bra.

"Oh shit! No bra either! Damn you woman!" He whinged.

"You like what you see Mr Preerdy?" I slurred.

"Very much so. More than you'll ever know. Now come on, into bed." He sat me back down and laid me flat on the pillow.

"Fuck!" He cursed. "Suspenders too! Woman you are killing me tonight."

I giggled as he unclipped my stockings and slipped down my suspender belt. He delicately rolled off my stockings and pulled them off my toes.

"I love yoo Marcoos." I pawed his face suddenly feeling the room darken.

"OK sweetness. Time to get some Z's. Early flight tomorrow or should I say later?"

Why was it getting dark?

Spinning?

Marcus?

Don't go?

Where are you going?

I can't see you!

A/N: Oh I say?! Drunk Jen gets randy?! I'm proud of Marcus though for not giving in to her, despite wanting to. Poor Marcus!

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