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When a world-famous cardiologist has his personal life going up in flames, he seeks out the one who got away. She's tried to forget him, but he didn't get to be rich and famous by not pursuing his dreams. And she's never been good at saying No.
Scene set-up: In a flashback, Marcus is remembering scenes from their past, when he and Melanie were in college. He storms over to argue with her, because of her "wild" ways.
Marcus looked up and into her eyes. "Do you really? Love me, I mean?"
She shifted nervously, but still met his eyes. "Of course I do, you silly man."
"Then why do you still pick up other men in the bars?"
Her shrug was elaborate. "Habit? I don't know. Maybe being too tied to you scares me. So I do it as an act of defiance, to show you that you don't own me."
He took her face in both of his hands, forcing her to look up and into his eyes. "What are you afraid of? You've owned me since the first time you touched me. I get horny, I think of you. I want to talk to someone who understands, I think of you. I want to celebrate--or commiserate with someone, I think of you. I don't want anyone else--only you. How could you hurt me like this?"
Tears filled her eyes, to match the tears in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't really think of you at all. I guess I figured that you'd never find out about it, so it didn't matter. How was I to know that he was doing it to hurt you? He used me like a pawn. And you know what the worst part is?" Dramatically, she paused. "He was no goddamned good in bed. I didn't even get to enjoy it, and it was already over. And now I find that he got more enjoyment in the retelling and embellishing, than in the doing. Because I sure don't remember doing any noise-making. I certainly didn't moan or scream. Hell, I wasn't even sure he was doing anything at all, until he started to breathe really heavy."
Marcus leaned forward dejectedly. "I've tried to be an understanding lover, but I'm sorry, Melanie. I don't think I can do this any more."
"Do what?"
"I can't go on sharing you with any Tom, Dick, or Harry that you pick up for the night. I don't want to make you choose. So maybe I should just leave now."
"Why?" Her voice was shrill with fear. "Don't you want me anymore?"
Marcus moved closer before he grabbed both sides of her face with his hands again, forcing her to look deeply into his eyes. "I will always want you. I told you, you marked my soul the first time you touched me. But I can't share you anymore. It's not enough for me to be one of your men anymore. I still don't have any more time to spend with you. But knowing that you are with other guys is becoming more torture than I can take. I can't think about the work I have to do, because I'm wondering who you're with, and if you are enjoying him more than you enjoy me. This thing with Bill is just the last straw-- but it's been coming on for a while now. I want you to belong to just me, but I feel like a shit because you never offered to do that. I can't ask you to marry me because you've told me you never want to get married. I can't ask you to not see other men because that's not part of our arrangement. But I can't keep on like this. And I don't know what the hell to do about it."
He sighed. Responding to the desolate look on her face, he bent his face to kiss her--to kiss away any pain he was causing her. The next instant they were tearing each other's clothes off, and frantically grabbing and clutching at each other, kissing, biting, squeezing, breathing heavily, hearts pounding with passion not to be denied. Once they were done stripping each other, he pulled her up to straddle his lap, and she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, then licked and bit him, claiming him for herself.
"You see?" He groaned. "You always do that to me. I can't even think about another woman. There's only you for me." He spread her legs and pushed into her, without checking to see if she was wet enough to take him. It was a tight fit, but he was determined.
It only took a few thrusts before she threw her head back, screaming out an orgasm.
Triumphant, Marcus ploughed repeatedly into her, all the while muttering. "See? You're my girl. You belong to me. I make you scream. I make you come. You're mine!"
Another wave of pleasure hit her--she screamed again. That last scream did it. Marcus slammed himself into her so hard he knew there would be bruises on both of them. He howled, as his orgasm gave him the release he needed--of his passion, his anger, and his frustration. Everything else left him then. The only emotion he felt, as always when he held her in his arms afterwards, was love. He would die to protect this woman. His woman.
Gradually Melanie's breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal. Suddenly she jerked her head up to glare into his eyes. "Hopefully I'm far enough into my cycle that I won't get pregnant from that."
"Baby, I don't even care anymore." Marcus panted as he spoke.
"But I do!" Her voice was angry.
The sound of a key in the lock made them both start, then jump up, trying to race into her room before her roommate opened the door. Marcus was taller and quicker. Melanie tripped over the coffee table and fell onto all fours, as her roommate walked in, talking and looking backwards at the guy she was leading into the apartment.
"Jesus, you guys!" she yelled, turning to look at what made the guy’s eyes widen and his lips twitch in amusement. "Get a room. Get into a room. It's not fucking Tuesday. Can't I ever get laid around here?"
"Ooops! Sorry." Melanie pushed herself upright and staggered, limping, picking up clothes along the way, holding them in front of her, heading in the direction of her room. "We'll be out of the way in no time. Marcus, let's go get some food."
Laughing, Marcus reached over to help her walk, and they retired to her room to put on the clothes they had torn off and thrown all around the living room. He grabbed the beers once they were dressed and on their way out of the apartment. They finished them as they walked to their favorite Mexican restaurant.
Copyright 2021, Fiona McGier
Now keep hopping along for some other steamy scenes from other MFRW authors!
When a world-famous cardiologist has his personal life going up in flames, he seeks out the one who got away. She's tried to forget him, but he didn't get to be rich and famous by not pursuing his dreams. And she's never been good at saying No.
Scene set-up: In a flashback, Marcus is remembering scenes from their past, when he and Melanie were in college. He storms over to argue with her, because of her "wild" ways.
Marcus looked up and into her eyes. "Do you really? Love me, I mean?"
She shifted nervously, but still met his eyes. "Of course I do, you silly man."
"Then why do you still pick up other men in the bars?"
Her shrug was elaborate. "Habit? I don't know. Maybe being too tied to you scares me. So I do it as an act of defiance, to show you that you don't own me."
He took her face in both of his hands, forcing her to look up and into his eyes. "What are you afraid of? You've owned me since the first time you touched me. I get horny, I think of you. I want to talk to someone who understands, I think of you. I want to celebrate--or commiserate with someone, I think of you. I don't want anyone else--only you. How could you hurt me like this?"
Tears filled her eyes, to match the tears in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't really think of you at all. I guess I figured that you'd never find out about it, so it didn't matter. How was I to know that he was doing it to hurt you? He used me like a pawn. And you know what the worst part is?" Dramatically, she paused. "He was no goddamned good in bed. I didn't even get to enjoy it, and it was already over. And now I find that he got more enjoyment in the retelling and embellishing, than in the doing. Because I sure don't remember doing any noise-making. I certainly didn't moan or scream. Hell, I wasn't even sure he was doing anything at all, until he started to breathe really heavy."
Marcus leaned forward dejectedly. "I've tried to be an understanding lover, but I'm sorry, Melanie. I don't think I can do this any more."
"Do what?"
"I can't go on sharing you with any Tom, Dick, or Harry that you pick up for the night. I don't want to make you choose. So maybe I should just leave now."
"Why?" Her voice was shrill with fear. "Don't you want me anymore?"
Marcus moved closer before he grabbed both sides of her face with his hands again, forcing her to look deeply into his eyes. "I will always want you. I told you, you marked my soul the first time you touched me. But I can't share you anymore. It's not enough for me to be one of your men anymore. I still don't have any more time to spend with you. But knowing that you are with other guys is becoming more torture than I can take. I can't think about the work I have to do, because I'm wondering who you're with, and if you are enjoying him more than you enjoy me. This thing with Bill is just the last straw-- but it's been coming on for a while now. I want you to belong to just me, but I feel like a shit because you never offered to do that. I can't ask you to marry me because you've told me you never want to get married. I can't ask you to not see other men because that's not part of our arrangement. But I can't keep on like this. And I don't know what the hell to do about it."
He sighed. Responding to the desolate look on her face, he bent his face to kiss her--to kiss away any pain he was causing her. The next instant they were tearing each other's clothes off, and frantically grabbing and clutching at each other, kissing, biting, squeezing, breathing heavily, hearts pounding with passion not to be denied. Once they were done stripping each other, he pulled her up to straddle his lap, and she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, then licked and bit him, claiming him for herself.
"You see?" He groaned. "You always do that to me. I can't even think about another woman. There's only you for me." He spread her legs and pushed into her, without checking to see if she was wet enough to take him. It was a tight fit, but he was determined.
It only took a few thrusts before she threw her head back, screaming out an orgasm.
Triumphant, Marcus ploughed repeatedly into her, all the while muttering. "See? You're my girl. You belong to me. I make you scream. I make you come. You're mine!"
Another wave of pleasure hit her--she screamed again. That last scream did it. Marcus slammed himself into her so hard he knew there would be bruises on both of them. He howled, as his orgasm gave him the release he needed--of his passion, his anger, and his frustration. Everything else left him then. The only emotion he felt, as always when he held her in his arms afterwards, was love. He would die to protect this woman. His woman.
Gradually Melanie's breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal. Suddenly she jerked her head up to glare into his eyes. "Hopefully I'm far enough into my cycle that I won't get pregnant from that."
"Baby, I don't even care anymore." Marcus panted as he spoke.
"But I do!" Her voice was angry.
The sound of a key in the lock made them both start, then jump up, trying to race into her room before her roommate opened the door. Marcus was taller and quicker. Melanie tripped over the coffee table and fell onto all fours, as her roommate walked in, talking and looking backwards at the guy she was leading into the apartment.
"Jesus, you guys!" she yelled, turning to look at what made the guy’s eyes widen and his lips twitch in amusement. "Get a room. Get into a room. It's not fucking Tuesday. Can't I ever get laid around here?"
"Ooops! Sorry." Melanie pushed herself upright and staggered, limping, picking up clothes along the way, holding them in front of her, heading in the direction of her room. "We'll be out of the way in no time. Marcus, let's go get some food."
Laughing, Marcus reached over to help her walk, and they retired to her room to put on the clothes they had torn off and thrown all around the living room. He grabbed the beers once they were dressed and on their way out of the apartment. They finished them as they walked to their favorite Mexican restaurant.
Copyright 2021, Fiona McGier
Now keep hopping along for some other steamy scenes from other MFRW authors!
