Chapter 19
"Marcus, Rose, help Mommy! Daddy's trying to take her away!" Chalice shrieked out, kicking her feet as she laughed when they automatically came to her aid. Rose tackled her father's legs while Marcus wrapped his arms around his dad's muscular waist, causing Mark to stop in his tracks. "Let go Marky or you'll be sorry!" She threatened and laughed when he started fending them off.
"No, mine!" Mark growled, trying to free himself from his children. "My Mommy!"
"No, she's our Mommy!" Marcus shrieked, his legs dangling off the ground since he had to leap to catch Mark's waist. "Put her down! Uncle Stevie, help!"
"No, our Mommy! Daddy let go!" Rose demanded in that sweet voice, her arms wrapped tightly around her father's leg, clinging to it for dear life while Marcus refused to release his waist. "Marcus, don't let go!" She squealed when her father started to slowly move his leg with her on it, wrapping her small legs around it to prevent him from moving further.
Steve was busy with the hose, rinsing himself off, looking like a drowned rat. Finally, he sauntered over and asked amusedly, "Havin' problems there, Marky ol' man?" Mark nodded in response, trying to keep from losing his balance, still holding onto his wife.
"Mark, the kids aren't going to budge." Chalice laughed softly, not believing how protective her children were of her, and felt her heart swell with love for them while glaring at her brother.
"Steve, I'm going to injure you when I'm done here." Mark threatened playfully, grunting as he finally was able to start moving, Rose still on his leg and Marcus clinging to his waist while Chalice laid over his shoulder.
"I wanna ride too, Daddy!" Steve shrieked in a child's voice, hurrying over to grab Mark's other leg, laughing his ass off.
"Yup, we are raising three children instead of two, dear hubby of mine." She joked, giggling softly, and yelped when he smacked her ass again. "Oh you're going to pay for that!" She growled and bit into his neck, smirking when he growled back at her, and continued nipping and licking at it, knowing it was one of his weaknesses. "Let go, Marky boy."
Rose was squealing up a storm as Mark started walking with her clung to him again until her Uncle Stevie joined in the fun and ordered, "Make him let Mommy go, Uncle Weavie!"
"Hmm…" Steve looked around, finally snatching up Rose's baton from the ground, not able to resist his adorable niece. "Put Mommy down!" He ordered in a laugh, jabbing the baton up lightly.
Mark's green eyes widened when he felt that. "WHAT THE HELL?" He looked down, wincing when he was jabbed again before gently putting Chalice down on the ground. "I'm going to kill you!" Steve prodded him one more time for good measure before bolting.
"Now Mark, let's talk bout this!" Steve pleaded, laughing his ass off while scaling a tree.
"I'm going to rip you apart limb by limb!" Mark threatened in a promise, following him. "Get back down here and fight like a man!"
Chalice laughed when she landed in the grass on her back, causing Rose to instantly come to her side while Marcus was on her other. "I'm alright sweethearts." She assured them, laughing softly, and watched as her husband chased her brother around the yard. "I think Uncle Stevie is going to get a beating." She commented and pulled Rose on her lap, smiling when she snuggled against her while Marcus's head rested on her shoulder, causing her to stroke his hair gently. "Are you going to behave now, Marcus?" She asked softly, staring over into his eyes that mirrored her own.
Marcus nodded, cuddling up to his mother. "I'm gonna behave." He promised, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.
"Alright." Chalice softly murmured as she smiled, hearing him try to stile a yawn, and immediately stood with Rose in her arms. Her beautiful little angel was already sleeping as she held her and took Marcus's hand before leading them in the house. She brought them up to their bedrooms, tucking Rose in first and kissed her forehead before guiding Marcus into his own. She tucked him in and sat on the bed, stroking his face with her hand, and sighed. "I love you, my beautiful boy. Go to sleep now." She gently commanded and smiled when his eyes closed. Chalice sat there, staring at him for a long while before finally walking out, keeping the doors cracked, and walked downstairs out into the backyard. She smirked when she seen her husband still chasing her brother around and began cleaning up the mess from lunch.
Mark finally got a hold of Steve and lifted him up in the air, groaning when he carted him over to the pool. "You…have…got…to lay off…the damn…beer." He grunted out.
"I don't drink as much! NO! Not the-" Steve shrieked again and was cut off as he was tossed in the pool, courtesy of his brother-in-law.
Mark smirked, walking away and brushing hands together, a triumphant grin on his face, and stated, "That oughta cool your nut jabbin' ass down some."
Chalice started laughing so hard, she had to lean against the table before she fell over, not believing her husband just did that. She shook her head and walked over to the garbage, dumping the paper plates and whatnot inside before finishing up. She let out a squeal when she was hoisted up over his shoulder again and knew her Calvary was asleep as she started shaking her head.
"Mark, the kids are sleeping!" She warned and started squirming in his arms again while her brother came up sputtering water from the pool.
"So?" Mark growled. "Steve will watch them." He carried her inside and down into the basement, which had been done as a sort of family room. "Nobody to save you now, darlin'." He taunted, smirking at her as he dropped her down onto the couch, pouncing her, instantly going for her neck and earlobes. "What're you going to do now? Hmmm?" He purred, loving her soft skin against his tongue and lips.
Chalice moaned softly, knowing she was at her husband's mercy, especially with her brother still trying to get out of the pool and having to watch the kids. "I can't do much of anything with your big ass on me." She retorted playfully and tried scooting further up from him, her hands pressed against his shoulders, and instantly melted when he hit her sweet spot on her neck. "Not fair." She growled out softly, knowing he knew that was the spot that made her completely turn into jelly against him.
"I know…Just the way I like it." He drawled out, running his strong hands down her ribs to her waist, finally moving to the waistband of her jeans. He made short work of her clothes, then shed his own, not letting her up the entire time. "Any other objections you'd like to voice?" He murmured, going back to kiss her sweet spot, nestling himself comfortably between her thighs.
"Yeah, quit teasing and get to the pleasing." She ordered in a half moan, half sigh, arching her neck against his lips and tongue as he caressed her neck. "Mark, its been too long…"
She ran her hands up and down his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, raking her nails gently against his flesh, loving how his muscles rippled beneath her nails and fingertips. Her entire body was tingling with anticipation and trembling in desire for him, needing him more than anything at that moment. The kids were asleep with her brother watching over them so she wasn't worried about them overhearing, especially with how big the house was that they lived in.
Mark nodded, slowly sliding inside of her, hissing through his teeth. She was right. It'd been way too long. He had to stop once he was fully sheathed to calm himself down, knowing if he moved or she even twitched, it was all over. Inhaling raggedly, Mark started moving in her, a slow, steady pace, grinning when she groaned.
"What's wrong, darlin'?" He whispered in her ear, loving how she looked beneath him.
She bent her knees up on the couch, driving him even deeper inside of her, and gasped when she felt herself suffocating him, writhing beneath her husband in ecstasy. "Mark…" She couldn't even say what she wanted; her head was spinning from how much pleasure was coursing throughout her body, and arched it against him as she gripped his forearms with her hands. "Faster please." She groaned out, meeting him for every deep thrust he produced, and smirked as she cried out softly against his ear. "Oh god yes! I was wrong; you're not an old man. You can still hit it right...oh fuck yes…Mark!" She buried her face in his neck, breathing raggedly.
Mark didn't bother replying. Saving his breath for more important things, like fucking her senseless. He pounded in her, giving both of them what they needed, his face buried in her hair, sweat beading on his body. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the walls around them and that was only music to his ears, accompanied by her moans and exclamations. The sweetest things he'd ever heard.
"Fuck Chalice!" He growled, gritting his teeth.
"Mark!" She shrieked out when her climax hit her hard, causing her entire body to explode, soaking him as she shattered beneath him, and flew over the edge of ecstasy. Her body shuddered when another orgasm began climbing inside of her and quickly released it, voicing just how much she was enjoying him fucking her senseless like this. They hadn't done this in months, with him being on the road and everything, so she didn't want this to end. Not yet anyway. "Yes god, fuck me harder!" She cried out, her body molding with his as they became one again, kissing down his neck to his chest and back up before wrapping her arms around his neck. Holding onto him dear life, her breathing was erratic now as her chest heaved up and down at a rapid pace.
Not about to deny his gorgeous wife anything, Mark went at it full force, slamming into her like a jackhammer, barely breathing. Her first orgasms had taken his breath from him, almost sent him over the edge himself, but he was holding on, wanting to make the most of this. Growling, Mark pulled out of her, positioning her so she was on the floor, leaning over the couch face first. He teased her by rubbing the head of his cock against her soaking wet slit before slipping back inside of her, cursing harshly at how tight she felt around him.
"Goddamn Chalice!" He groaned, gripping her hips in his hands, pulling her back against him.
"Oh yes!" She rasped out, feeling him begin to plow into her from behind, and dug her fingernails into the cushions as she arched against him. She started meeting him for every thrust, bending over further, causing his cock to drive even further inside of her, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly as she began cumming harder than she'd ever have before. "Mark, cum inside of me please! I need to feel you." She begged out in uncontrollable moans, nodding her head as she hissed, and started powering herself against him harder. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with how much force he was using behind his thrusts.
Mark groaned her begging sending him over that edge he'd been managing to avoid thus far. He gritted his teeth, driving his cock deep in her, bellowing out of her name as he came, shooting load after seemingly endless load deep inside her pussy, filling her with his seed. Mark pulled her up by her hair, leaning over to kiss the back of her neck, murmuring softly. Finally, he buried his face against her, almost collapsing on Chalice, but held himself up on his trembling arms.
Chalice was coughing and heaving because she couldn't breathe. The intensity of the bout she just had with her husband was almost more than she could stand. She collapsed against him, not able to stand on her own at the moment, and licked her lips as she brought her hand back and ran her fingers through his long, thick mane, sighing softly.
"M-Mark…" She whispered out breathlessly, blinking a little, and held onto him for dear life. She was thankful he was holding her up by the waist or else she would've been down on the floor because her legs wouldn't function properly right now.
Grunting in response, Mark somehow managed to pull them both back up onto the couch, laying down with her on top of him, stroking her back while he regained control of his senses and breathing. "I love you, Chalice." He murmured finally, kissing the top of her head, holding her tight against him.
"I love you too, Mark." She murmured softly in reply, snuggling further into his chest, and sighed in contentment. After all this time, Mark could still make her body ignite with passion beyond her wildest dreams. She smiled softly, finally breathing in and out slowly while her heart rate calmed down. "Are you okay?" She asked softly in a giggle, running her hands up and down his strong, muscular chest.
Mark nodded, smirking down at her. "Of course I am, I'm with you ain't I?" He raised his head to kiss her lingeringly. "How bout you? Feeling better, darlin'?" He arched an eyebrow, staring at her, admiring his beautiful wife.
"So much better." She whispered back and kissed him again, moaning softly, and snuggled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I don't regret a single second I spend with you, Mark." She started running her fingers through his hair, a small smile on her face, not believing he'd cut it a few years back for a gimmick on television. He was slowly growing it back though for an upcoming match with Glen Jacobs at this year's WrestleMania. "You're not cutting your hair again; I don't care if it is for your stupid gimmick."
"I agree with ya, just don't feel right short." He chuckled, having hated the short hair just as much as she had. "But…just in case it happens, what's the punishment?" His green eyes twinkled mischievously down at her.
"No sex until it grows back." She stated and smirked when his eyes widened in shock as she slowly stood up from his chest, laughing softly.
Growling, Mark pulled her back down so she was sitting on his waist, moving so he was sitting up as well, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh really? Think you can hold to that, darlin'?" He murmured, kissing her neck, slowly moving up to her sweet spot.
She immediately shoved away from him, laughing softly, and nodded as she pressed her hands against his chest gently, but firmly. "Yes, you can cut your hair again and I'm not giving you any sex until it grows back." She repeated herself, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and tried not to melt when his hands moved up her back as she bit her bottom lip, blue eyes sparkling back at him.
"You two done down there? Rose just wet herself and I'm NOT changin' a little girl! When she was a baby, it was one thing, but now…Nuh uh!" Came Steve's voice from the doorway, calling down to them. Mark groaned, burying his face in his wife's neck.
Giggling upon hearing her husband's groans, Chalice lifted his face to meet her eyes and kissed him softly. "Your hair is growing back so you can have all the sex you want from me. Just not while I'm tending to our children." She smirked and stood up from his lap, pushing him down, and started getting dressed. "I'm on my way up, Stevie!" She called up to him, winking back at her husband, and wiggled her ass teasingly in his direction. Mark growled, licking his dry lips as he watched his wife saunter up the stairs. Smacking his face, he slowly got dressed, growling more before chasing after her.
"She's up with Rosie." Steve informed him, looking comfortable in Mark's favorite chair, munching on chips and flicking through the channels on the television.
"Cozy there?" Mark questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Perks of bein' a free babysitter."