-Prisoner-

26

She practically jumps off her chair, "DADDY! Can we go swimming? Huh? Can we? Can we? Please?"

Oh my god. The kid don't shut up. All throughout breakfast- I don't think she stopped to *breathe*, let alone *eat*.

And the one thing I've noticed?

There's a good reason I never wanna get married. Because of *this*. You get married and have babies and what the hell do *I* know about kids? I never had any siblings. What the hell do I have to give? Sex advice? Oh my god- my kids would be such little whores…

"Yeah, Hai. We can go swimming. Okay? Put your plate in the sink and run up and get your suit on, okay? It's in your drawer."

"'KAY!" She screams, but she was already out of the room when he said 'yeah, Hai'.

I finish off my orange juice and lay my cup on my plate. "That was good," I say. "Thanks. I bet America would be happy to know that you can make pancakes."

"I'm sure they'd care, right? What the hell do they take me for? Like I got money so I'm eating off a' gold? And got servants that wipe my ass for me?"

"What a job!! What do you do for a living? Wipe Eminem's ass. Everyone's dream job, I'm sure." I have to laugh at that.

"Sad thing is, I'd prolly get a thousand applicants." We laugh for a minute. "So- you got a better- less sexy- bathing suit wichu?"

"I have to go," I say immediately. God- I gotta get out of this house. It's just- "I promised my mother I'd have the car back this afternoon. She's got an appointment."

"You gotta get your *own* car."

"And that takes money I don't got. So-" I stand up and carry some stuff into the kitchen.

"I do," he says, following me.

"NO. I'm not takin' your money, Em. So don't bother."

"Why not? What the hell am I gonna do wit' seventy million bucks?"

"Nothing for me, that's for sure. Anyway- I'ma go up and make sure I didn't leave anything."

I turn and head for the stairs but he catches my arm. "What if you *did*?"

"Huh?"

"What if you… *left*… some stuff? Like… if you- had a drawer, or something."

Oh my god. This is just- "too much," I say.

"What?"

"It's too much, Em."

"Too much?"

God… Kids, love- and a drawer? A car? "It's just too much. I'm sorry." I run upstairs and throw my toothbrush and clothes in my bag.

"I don't get it," he says, walking in and closing the door. "What is-"

"It's too *fast*, Marsh."

"What are you-"

"Daddy!" Hailie bursts in the door. "I'm reAdy!" She runs over to me and tugs on my shirt. "Are ya comin'?! Are ya comin'?"

"No. I gotta get home. Sorry!" I mean- she's nice and cute, but- "I'll call you later," I tell him and head down the stairs. Where did I leave my keys? On the counter in the kitchen?

"Eva!" He catches me before I open the door to the garage. "What the hell just *happened*? Did I do something to-"

"You push too hard, Em."

"Push? What?"

"GOD!" I wipe my forehead. "You freakin'- bring your *kid* and-"

"Hailie?!" He quiets his voice a bit. "You *knew* I had a daughter- from the beginning. I don't see what the problem is. You- *wanted* to be a part of my life and-"

"*No*," I say, my heart beating wildly. "I didn't. I wanted to be a part of your *bed*. *You* made me part of your life and-"

"Well ex*cuse* *me*," he says, hurt in his voice. Dammit. "For wanting the woman I *love* to be involved in my *life*."

"Marsh," oh god. I didn't wanna hurt him. I touch his arm softly. "It's just- *me*. It's like… last night was a *big* step and-"

"You're right, I'm sorry. I just- I've been waiting for so long to- introduce you. I wasn't even thinking that you might not be ready to- I'm sorry. 'S my fault."

"I *want* to get to know her- I just… I'm sorry, but I really do have to go."

"Aiight. Call me tomorrow? Hai's at school and I'ma be hangin' out here. So… if you wanna come over or somethin'… don't feel you gotta, but-"

I lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips. "What time should I come?"

"Any time you're with *me*," he says with a deviously sexy look in his eyes.

"Ha ha," I mutter as he wraps his arm around my waist. I kiss his neck gently before kissing my way to his lips. I lick his bottom lip before feeling the tip of his tongue tickling my own. God- I love those lips and-

"DADDY?!"

He pulls away. "Call me?"

"Yeah." I smile and head out.

Shit. I'm just… *relieved* on the way home. I mean- what the hell was he *thinking*? Fuckin'… Hailie! The morning fucking *after*! I mean- is that always how it'll be?

27

I close the door behind me and I slip out of my sandals. I wonder where he is. He said he'd be around. I glance at the clock in the kitchen. Nine. His truck's here which means he's back from dropping Hailie off at school.

"Marshall?!" I call up the stairs. Hmm… "MARSH?!"

"IN HERE!" He screams from down the hallway. AH! I *love* this part- when he's workin' out.

I walk into his workout room and *dAmn*. He's running on the treadmill right now and he's… been workin' out for a while. He's sweaty.

Ordinarily? People'd say sweaty men? Gross. But… not me. I mean… I *love* fucking until we're so sweaty our bodies just slip and slide against each other. There's nothing sexier to me than a sweaty man. And I *love* watching his muscles flex, watching him- how he keeps that gorgeous body in shape. For *me*.

*I* benefit from it.

"Hey, Baby," I say and he pressed stop on the treadmill and stands still as it pushes him off the end. I walk over to him and my lips linger on his for a few seconds before he opens his mouth and I feel him nipping my bottom lip. "Mmm," I moan.

"Spot me?" He asks.

"Sure," I say and he walks over to the bench press and lays down. "How much?"

"Fifty to start. Which car you got today?"

"My dad's. I drove him to work this morning. He has meetings all day- they got this new drug comin' up they gotta get briefed on."

He grips the bar and seriously? The heavy breathing as he lifts it, rather effortlessly, is a turn on. I pull my Hoody up over my head and I've only got a sports bra on underneath.

"Shit," he says as he loses his grip a bit and I catch the bar with him just before it lands on his chest. "Don't dis*tract* me like that, Girl."

"OH- sorry!" I apologize.

"So… what time you gotta leave?"

"I'll leave when you go for Hailie."

"She really missed you last night," he says. "She- likes you. Wanted to ask you for more Spanish words."

"That's good. For kids- having another language that young really helps."

"Yeah. I wanna encourage it- I mean- education in general."

"Not that it matters- she won't have to work."

"I don't want her to be a lazy sow livin' off her inheritance. I want her to have a life- a *real* life. She can do whatever she wants- be a lawyer- a writer, teacher… fuck, even if she wants to be a mother- I want her to *do* something."

"I can't imagine wanting to do *nothing*. I *bet* she'll be an oceanographer- like Jacques Costeau, or somethin'."

"*That'd* be cool. Hailie Jade: ocean explorer." His eyes get that little sparkle. It's cute.

"How long you gonna be in here?"

"Oh… I just wanna do a few push-ups and then maybe seventy-five pounds and then I'll be done. Whachu wanna do today?"

I shrug. "Dunno. Whatever. I've got four more days of freedom!" I *hate* going back to school after the summer. It sucks.

I watch as he jumps up off the bench. He walks over to the mat and starts doing some push-ups.

Heh heh. I walk over and stand over him. "Whacha doin'?" He asks. I slowly lower myself so I'm draped over him. And did I mention that I *love* when I feel his slippery skin against mine? "Shit- you're heavy," he complains.

"Oh come on- you wanna work on how much you can bench, this'll help." And *this* won't, but- I start nuzzling his neck and kissing him. Damn. He doesn't stop doing the push ups and I can feel his muscles under my skin, feel his back- his shoulder blades moving under my breasts. Shit. I hold around his chest tightly so I can press myself against him more.

It's like… *this* is it feels like for him when he's driving himself into me. I feel *him* sliding in and out of me, but holding him like this- I can feel the power of his thrusts from the *other* side.

He turns his head and I capture his lips with mine. "So… the whole 'te quiero' thing gocha, huh?"

"Fuck yes," I groan.

"What do you always say? You talk a lot in Spanish when we're fucking. What do you say?"

"How good you feel or how wet you make me."

"Like- teach me." He rolls over onto me and I release him so he can turn and straddle me.

"Estoy lo más mojada que he estado en toda la vida."

"What's that mean?"

"I'm the wettest I've been in my entire life."

"Lemme feel," he says, dropping his lips on top of mine. One of his hands grasps my breast through the sports bra and I run my hands up his slippery skin.

"Lemme get nekkid," I answer him. And he rolls off me and in a few seconds, we've *both* shed our pants and underwear and he's straddling me again- hard and insistent between my thighs.

He slides his hand between my thighs and I moan at the pressure of his hand, forcing it's way between my thighs, as his legs are straddling me and keeping them tightly closed.

"Mmm… you may be right. But- I can never tell wichu."

"Just fuck me," I tell him.

His eyes glaze over with lust and he barks, "hands and knees," at me and I can't get up quick enough. His hands grip my thighs and push them together. I feel the head of his cock nudging my dripping entrance. Shit. He's really gonna have to- "FUCK!" I shriek when he throws his hips into me and drives right through the resistance of my thighs into me.

"Fuck, you feel *so* good, Eva," he grunts in my ears as his cock hammers into me. Over and over. Fuck. I whimper as he pulls out and moves away from me.

"What are you-"

"Stand up," he orders me. He pulls my waist back over to the bench. "Bend over," he says and places my hands on the bench. I do and he slams into me again, seemingly driving *through* me. Fuck. I whimper and feel his fingers holding my labia apart so he can massage my clit. Fuck. "Shit- you shouldn't *feel* this good," he says, bending over to bite my neck a bit.

I'm just speechless really. All I can do is concentrate on the surging inside my body and the constant ruthless rhythm his cock makes inside me as he drills into me steadily. Damn. I *love* this.

And again, he pulls away. "STOP THAT!" I growl. "Shit- so close."

"Relax," he says, sliding an arm around my waist. He lays down on the bench and moves my hips so I'm straddling him, still standing. Awkward but he jerks my body down onto his and I use my legs- my thighs to raise and lower myself. "Fuuck," he groans. I'll second that. It puts some… unique feeling in my vagina- frees my hips to twist and not do *all* the work. I lean forward and grip the bar in front of me and *that* reminds me of the other night when I leaned forward and held the headboard. His penis starts rubbing my clit as I move on him.

"Yesohgodyes," I grunt and groan and I feel his hands- fuck, his hands grip my inner thighs and slide toward my slick center where he's disappearing inside me. And "SHIIIIT!"

"Just ride it, Baby," he says and my eyes practically pop out of my skull. He slid his index and middle fingers inside me *with* his cock. Ohgod- I'm stretched *so* much.

And with the clit rubbing and… ohfuck. He angles his one finger upward and-

"FUCKMARSHALLLL!!" Ohgod- my body just thrashes on top of him as I shake and come all over us… feel him exploding inside me and arching up toward me and-

Fuck.

When it's all over, my legs give out and I just sit down on him, shoving him inside me even more. I'm leaning over him, my forehead pressed against my hands, still gripping the bar.

Now we're *both* dripping sweat.

After a few minutes, he pulls his hands out from between my legs and grips my hips and starts rocking them a bit. "What are you-"

"Fuck me hard again- fuck me until I'm hard again."

"I can't *move*," I tell him. "Not even sure I could *stand*." Shit- my legs are *burning*.

"Don't want it to end," he says. I sit up and take one of his hands. "Shit- Eva," he groans as I start sucking his two fingers. "Fuck! So beautiful," he whimpers.

I slip a finger between my labia and rub his lips with *us* before licking his lip and kissing him deeply. I feel him stirring between my thighs, still slightly inside me.

"Seriously though," I stop the kiss. "I can*not* move my legs."

He sits up and carries me back over to the mats so he's on top of me. "See? Push ups!" He says before thrusting into me.

"Not hard enough yet," I say.

"I'll get there," he says, resting his entire body on me and we just… kiss. Our tongues slide against each other like the other night. Just kissing for the sake of feeling each other's mouths as I run my hands over his body. Shit… I rake my nails down his back and somewhere in the never-ending kiss, he starts moving his hips.

The next thing I know, we've got my legs up over his shoulders so he can even further into me and this is just… shit- I dig my nails into his shoulders which makes him fuck me harder.

I'm just… whimpering and I'm not sure I can really *feel* my legs anymore and I sure as hell can't really feel much of anything except the insistence of his cock, driving me crazy.

"Em, por favor, que venga, por favor," I whimper. I just... have to come.

I don't even *know* what throws me over- maybe it's his utterance of something Spanish sounding, or his teeth scraping down my neck, or fingers on my clit, or maybe it's how he starts to come inside me and then pulls out and spills the rest of himself *on* me.

Whatever it is- I just scream his name as I come.

Shit. I couldn't move if I *wanted* to. His head is on my stomach and one of my legs is still over his shoulder. Fuck.

I'm holding his head and he's been lazily running his finger up and down my sex and thighs.

"Can I… ask you somethin'?" He asks tentatively.

"'Course," I answer.

"Are you- I mean… you always say you- don't wanna get married. Is that- bullshit? Or are you serious?"

"Huh?" I ask. What the hell is he- "Why?"

"I need to know. Were you serious? Never?"

"Why's it matter?" I ask. I mean- "you don't wanna get married again, so-"

He looks up at me and slides up my body a bit. "I said that shit when I was goin' through a *divorce*. I think I'm a little more level-headed than before."

"Do you- are you saying you-"

"No no no," he says quickly. "Not *now*. But- maybe… one day? But I just- need to know… how you feel about it and-" he pauses.

"And what?"

"If you… wanna… have kids and-"

*THAT* gets me to move right quick.

"What the hell *is* this, Em? Marriage, kids- the drawer- car… what the fuck is *wrong* with you?" I ask. GOD! This is *too* much. *This* is why I didn't *want* a relationship. It gets too complicated.

"Don't freak," he says, sitting up. "I just- need to know."

I grab my hoody and I really don't wanna put it on over my sweaty body. Yuck! "Let's just… shower and-"

"Good idea." He jumps up and leaves in a hurry. Dammit. I just- jesus!

I don't even think about it while I shower downstairs and he showers upstairs. And I find him sitting in the living room in a clean pair of sweats and t-shirt.

"What brought this on?" I ask.

"It's just- if you don't wanna get married *ever* or have kids… and we're gonna be together- I just wanna know in advance. Not five years down the road or-"

"You *do* know, Marshall. I *told* you… fuck- I can't even admit that I *love* you and-"

"*What*?" He eyes snap up from the floor. "*What* did you just say?"

Oh shit. What *did* I say? OH yeah- "I said I can't even admit if I love you or not and-"

"You didn't say *if*, you said *that*. You said '*that* I love you'."

"Matter of semantics," I say. God- where was I going with this?

"Do you?" He asks.

"What?"

"Do you love me?"

"Did ya not *hear* me? Even if I did, or do, I don't *know* it and I certainly can't *say* it. And you wanna talk about marriage and kids?"

"I *told* you, I just need to know in advance so I'm prepared for when Hailie asks for a sibling or something. Ya know? I just-"

"That's *bull*shit," I tell him.

"FINE!" He screams and stands up to me. "I feel like… you're not really *mine*. There's nothing *keeping* you wit' me! Sure- we made love- *you* made love, but- that proves nothing. Tells me *nothing*. Without love, marriage or kids- there's *nothing* tying us together except *fucking*."

I slap him. "How *dare* you?!" I say through gritted teeth. "I fuckin'- you *know* how hard that was for me the other night. You *know* it's different with you. I *told* you and-"

"What? Yeah- you *feel* me- but it seems to me that's all you've *ever* done is *feel* people."

He couldn't have hurt me worse if he'd actually *stabbed* me with a knife.

"You're right. I'm nuthin' but a bastard whore who gave you a good ride." I take off the ring and throw it on the floor. "Well, the theme park is *closed*."

I grab my bag on my way out of the house and I slam the garage door as I run to my car.

God *damn* him.

God damn us *both*.

Part 7

Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com

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