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Marilyn

The press release had been done, and now it was just a waiting game. Mostly everyone wanted to know if they were going to get back together. Though the past few days here, living in this house with Calvin had kind of turned into her trying not to be alone with Calvin, he was very much the man she’d been married to, and he

liked getting her alone.

Caging her in between his arms with a look of hunger and desire in his eyes, she’d seen that now, on half a dozen occasions his hazel green eyes, turn deep green as he’d stared down at her and told her he loved her, wanted her, ached to kiss her, he was very vocal about telling her what he wanted. His mouth had dropped right to skin on several occasions now, and he’d kissed her in many places, either a soft gentle chaste press of his lips to her cheek or temple, once to her ear, and once a deep hungry kiss to the tender skin below her ear, that had made her gasp and her hands curl in his shirt all tightly before he pulled away and murmured I’d best stop there.” And then he had walked away from her leaving her a little on the hot and flushed side.

The man was out to seduce her, and she knew it was working. The problem was, so did he: He just sat and smiled at her sometimes, slid his eyes over her and a few times he’d cornered her and leaned into her, breathed in her perfume, his nose sliding up her neck the barest of touches, and then he would just wander off away from her like nothing happened. He’d been tormenting her for three days now.

Today had been different, and tonight she’d gone up to shower and change into something comfortable. She’d been working downstairs and the house had been quiet, everyone was asleep, she thought, and was standing in the walk–in after her shower, looking at all her old clothes. She reached out and opened the draw and there were her old cream–coloured silk pajamas neatly folded in the draw. She reached out and touched them. She didn’t really wear things like that anymore.

Her head whipped around at a soft whistle that came from behind her and the words, “Now that’s a nice sight.” Calvin was leaning in the doorway, half bloody naked only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms himself, and his eyes moved over her towel–clad body.

Marilyn clutched at it and pulled it tighter to her. She had a lot of scars that he didn’t need to see. They’d been getting along almost like in the old days over the past few days, and she knew that was what had led to his behaviour. She could just sit and talk like they’d once been able to if others were in the room, but that look now on his face, she knew that look..

“Calvin, you should leave.” She told him, but she’d taken a hesitant step back from him as well and that had gained his undivided attention.

“I think you only say that because you know I want you, that” he stepped into the walk–in, and she stepped hurriedly back away from him, and his mouth had quirked up in one corner. “You know you want me to. That I could pull you into our bed with ease if I truly wanted to.”

She shook her head ‘no‘ at him, and he strolled further into the room, then just sat himself on the end of the ottoman and smiled at her. She couldn’t get past him, not with those impossibly long arms of his, and the way his eyes were on her, she knew exactly what he wanted.

“Calvin please.” She half whispered because a part of her wanted to give in and have him all to herself, kiss the hell out of him as they made love. She’d always wanted it, and he was clear in his opinion that she could

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have that.

“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” he crooked his finger at her. “Come here Marilyn, let me kiss you.

She shook her head no, but a part of her really wanted to, and she knew it. Because he’d managed to comer her today, and he’d told her he was going to kiss her, couldn’t deny himself any longer, and she’d not only heard the wanton need in his voice, she’d seen how green his eyes were, and then he had just dropped his mouth to hers, had done it in the kitchen pantry where she’d not been able to escape him. He’d had her all pressed up against the wall in there right before lunch, and he just kissed her all deep and slowly and her bloody toes had curled, and she’d succumbed to him, and kissed him back.

Then he’d just smiled down at her all knowingly, murmured “food for thought.” and he’d kissed her forehead softly and walked away from her, leaving her there all hot and bothered and alone, wanting that man.

Now here he was, and she was only wearing a towel, and she could clearly recall that moment in the pantry. All the moments over the past few days, she saw him reach out for her and couldn’t take a step back was already up against the far end of the walk–in. His impossibly long arms meant he could reach her, and he had a hold of her towel and tugged her gently forwards towards him.

Pulling her right to him until she was standing between his splayed legs, she clung to the towel as she bit her lip when just his fingertips slid ever so slowly up along the outside of her thigh. “I want to see you.” he murmured, and she could hear the deep desire filled inflection in his voice, something that she honestly loved hearing, always had, and it was no different now to then. Then he tugged gently at the towel once more, and she shook her head. He was going to hate those scars on her body.

“Why not?” he asked and let go of the towel. “I’ll be gentle and please you before myself,” he told her, and she knew he would. He’d always done what he’d said he would, especially in their bed. “It’s not like we’ve never.” He teased her a little, allowing his fingertips to slide down the back of her thighs to trail over one of the scars he could now feel on her leg.

“Calvin, it’s different now.” she murmured and turned her face away from him, as heat rose in her cheeks as his hands slid up her thighs once more and curved around her backside and then his mouth was pressed onto her towel–covered belly.

“Why? Because of your scars!” he asked, and then he stood up and turned her face to his, to make her look at him “I don’t care about them, I will love them as much as I love you, they are a part of you as much as I want to be.” he stated and his hand brushed along her jaw and tilted her face all the way up to his.

“I’m going to kiss you, Marilyn,” he murmured, and then his mouth was on hers a moment later, soft and slow as it moved over hers, and then he was teasing her lips apart, and his tongue tangled with hers, and her eyes fluttered closed. How could she resist this man? He was the only man she’d ever loved, and he still desired. her, scars and all. He pulled her body right into his and held her against him.

Just one kiss, and it was her complete undoing, and she knew it, as he deepened the kiss and she gasped as she felt him grow hard against her body. He pulled his mouth from hers and leaded his forehead against hers. “See what you do to me,” he murmured, “Just one kiss, Marilyn, and I need to have you.” His green eyes filled with desire were locked onto her violet ones as she stared up into his, and she knew she was done fighting him, “I want you, Cal.” She whispered her confession, something she knew he wanted to hear.

“I have missed you, Rin.” He told her softly, using the name only he was allowed to call her by, “I’ll never leave you again.” He assured her, as his thumb slid against her cheek, and then his mouth claimed hers once more

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His mouth moved from hers to her neck, and he kissed her softly below her ear, knowing it was the place she liked the most, and she moaned as his hands started to slide over her body. She felt his fingers trace along one of her scars down her side and stiffened instantly. Only to have his mouth trail down her body in soft hot kisses, along her collarbone and down the side of her breast to kiss her scar, his mouth moved along it in

gentle kisses punctuated with loving words “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, “Every inch of you is perfect.” He

told her.

She closed her eyes as he continued to kiss her. He took his time, the was knelt before her and kissed all of her scars one after the other and what he wasn’t kissing. His hands were caressing, until he’d kissed and touched every single scar on her body and only then did she feel his fingers touch her intimately, and she gasped as he slipped them through her wet folds, stroking her gently at times and then firmly.

His mouth was on her belly, his tongue dipping into her belly button as he pushed his finger inside of her, and she moaned, his name, “Cal, please.” She knew what he was offering and right here and now, and she wanted

Her thigh was up on his shoulder a moment later, his hands gripped onto her backside and his mouth was kissing her hungrily, holding her tight to him as his tongue slid over her clit and down to tease her core before coming back up the taste her harder and firmer “You’re mine Rin.” He told her, “Always.” And then he was devouring her, and his fingers were pushing in and out of her firmer until she was clutching at his hair and crying out for him.

He stood up and claimed her mouth with his. “Do you want me, Marilyn?” he asked even as he picked her up and walked them out to their bed. Lay her down and looked down at her naked body before him. His eyes were on hers even as one of his hands traced a feather–light touch down the outside of her breast.

She bit her lip as she looked up at him and nodded slowly. “Yes.” She answered him, and then she reached out to pull his mouth to hers once more, and she kissed him for the first time, and heard a groan come from him as if he’d been wanting and waiting for her to do that. Kiss him.

Her hands slid over his chest and down his six–pack, and she pushed at his pants. He was up to rid himself of them and then came right back to her. His mouth practically devoured her as he slid himself against her wetness and she moaned right into his mouth and matched his need “Please.” She whispered a moment later, and he took her a slow but firm push.

He groaned right into her mouth as her nails dug into him. God, she’d forgotten what it felt like to be taken by him. His moves were slow and gentle at first, but then quicker and firmer, and she matched his need, clinging onto him as she felt that o****m started to crash over her. “Oh, god yes.” She gasped as she came.

She felt his mouth curve into a smile against her neck as he stayed buried deep inside of her, and then he was looking down at her, and she heard the amusement in his voice as he spoke, familiar words to her, “You” know it’s not god giving you that o****m right.”

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Epilogue

Rin

Kay was fussing about her in the bride’s room, and Anabell and Lisa were sitting right there in pretty fuchsia pink dresses. The colour matched her bouquet of flowers, all soft to medium shades of pink flowers. Anabell’s hand was resting on her belly and she was chuckling softly at Calvin’s mother’s actions.

Lisa was still a bit stand–offish with Calvin, but they were getting along better than before. He found her to be a challenge, even more so than his sister, and it frustrated him. Veronica and Cheryl had both warned her about Kay. ‘Mother is going to fuss a lot, she did with our weddings, she’d been told, by them. Kay was over the moon at finally getting to hold a wedding for her son, something she’d stated she’d been denied all those years ago, and wouldn’t be denied again.

Calvin hadn’t disappointed her or his mother with this event. He’d let his mother do most of the planning with her, and he’d been right there, had put a stipulation in place, that being if she didn’t want it, it was a no, he wouldn’t budge on it. She’d wanted the wedding to be outside and not in a church like his mother had wanted.

So outside it was.

There was she knew a massive marque out there for the guests to sit under, a beautiful material one that draped ‘romantically‘, Calvin had told her, and there were white chairs all lined up on either side of the white runway, that was laid out for her to walk down to him, and flowers that matched her bridal bouquet all the way down there to the arbor that they would stand under to make their vows to each other.

She could hear the guests as they arrived and were shown to the open grassed area beyond the garden, where everything was set up for their wedding ceremony. She also knew there was another identical one for the reception, a dance floor set up, He’d been dancing with her nearly every night, whether it be in the living room, out by the pool or in their bedroom, had told her he was rusty and needed the practice. It wasn’t true, he just liked dancing, and was good at it.

There were going to be just over a hundred guests. She’d thought that was too many, but Calvin had stated, ” Sweetheart, do you recall how many people we know? I cut the list a lot, as much as I could for you. And I

annoyed some important people.”

She’d only invited Lisa and her family, and the girls from C.R. Technology that she had been in the gaming industry with. Everyone else was Calvin’s family, or people that he knew through business, or fundraisers he always attended. The elite Houston crowd that knew him and had known her when they’d last been married.

No one seemed to really mind them getting back together. After that press conference, they kind of just

expected it, she supposed. When Calvin proposed, it was at their first official, being seen together as a couple attending a major event, a fundraiser gala about a month after they’d come together. He’d gotten down on one knee before everyone, before everyone there, and smiled up at her. “I love Marilyn, will you marry me?”

She’d been quite embarrassed and had tried to pull him up off the floor, and he’d smiled at her and shaken

his head. “I want them all to see, and here, I love you, want to marry you, and only when you answer the

question will I get up off this floor.” he told her..

She’d stared at him and huffed the man she knew wasn’t going to get up. So she’d decided to play his game, and had folded her arms across her chest, and pretended to think about it for a full minute. There had been many chuckles in that room, and she’d felt Calvin tug at her dress. “Rin my love, put me out of my misery, he

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murmured.

She’d turned and looked about the ballroom and Wil and Anabell were nearly in stitches. “Should I put the man out of his misery?” she’d asked the crowd, and the crowd had erupted in a resounding yes. She’d looked down at him and smiled. “Yes, Cal, I will marry you.” She’d finally answered his question, and the moment that ring had been on her finger, he’d stood up and kissed her for all to see, and she’d wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back uncaring of the display of affection. The moment his mouth had left hers, she’d murmur “I love you.” It was a loving, fun memory.

Calvin was also out there now. She knew, she had heard him greet many as he’d headed to the marque himself. The time was getting close. He had already come to see her this morning, and gotten into an almost heated argument with Veronica here in the guesthouse about him not seeing the bride before the wedding.

He stated flatly, “I haven’t kissed Rin, good morning,” they’d gone back to calling each other Rin and Cal, and that kiss he was wanting was something he did every day. Not a single day had gone by in the past five months; since their coming back together, had he not kissed her good morning.

She’d been made to stay in the guesthouse last night on Kay’s orders and not in their bed together. Marilyn had had to bite down on the chuckle that was trying to escape her as she watched Calvin and Veronica go head–to–head. They were a lot alike. Anabell had stepped in, in the end and Calvin had been blindfolded before so that Marilyn could walk over to him and let him kiss her. It was clear he wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.

He’d kissed the hell out of her, before resting his forehead on hers. “I missed you,” he’d murmured. He always just told her what he was feeling nowadays, wanted her to know and she knew it. Anabell had tugged him away in the end, because he couldn’t fight her about it. She was due to have her baby in nine days.

They were having this wedding at Cliffside; it was their home. The place they were going to live from now on. He’d moved out of the city apartment, and she’d moved from Virginia. The boys had a new school and were currently out there with Calvin, Wil and Malcom, and she hoped calm and settled and not running about like the two little lunatics they were.

She was finally in her dress, and she watched Veronica and Cheryl head on outside. She stood and took a

breath in. She’d been a bit concerned about wearing a strapless gown, because it was going to show some of her scars. The make–up artist had stated she could cover them. But Calvin had shaken his head and stated”

They don’t need to be hidden. There is nothing to be ashamed of,” then he’d smiled at her. And so, a few

would be seen today. He didn’t care about them at all, often lay in bed with her and traced his fingers along them absently. Or attached his mouth to one of them and murmured “I’m going to kiss every scar.” It was his way of telling her he was going to have her sometimes.

She looked at Anabell, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m not in labor, and I’m going barefoot.” She’d chuckled, “My feet don’t feet in my shoes right now.”

Lisa had smiled and removed her shoes. “We’ll go barefoot together, make it like it’s a planned thing.” Lisa

and Anabell got along well, and when Lisa was here, the three of them would often have lunch together.

She heard the music start, and they made their way through the garden out to the marquee, and she saw Calvin look right at her and smile. He was too damned handsome sometimes, and in that tux, he looked

perfect to her. She saw his eyes move over the dress, all he knew was that it was strapless. It was a lace A–line dress with a soft sweetheart neckline and a train at the back. She’d opted for no vell at all, just a nice clip to hold her curled hair back from her face. She was wearing the jewellery that Calvin had gifted to her as

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a wedding present yesterday. She’d found out when opening it that her engagement ring was actually part of

the set.

He stepped over to her and took her hand, “You are beautiful, Marilyn.” He told her, and she smiled at him, though he told her that all the time, she never really got tired of hearing it.

“You look devilishly handsome today.” she smiled right back.

They’d stood and looked at each other and said their vows, declared their love for each other before their friends, family and guests and Callum and Vincent had their wedding rings, and had brought them forth to be placed on each other. Smiled up at her and then Calvin, happy for their parents to be getting married, and both she and Calvin had a surprise for them today too.

The words “you may kiss the bride” were stated and Calvin stepped right up to her. A hand curled around her neck, and he kissed her long and deep for all here to see, then looked at her and smiled, and she surprised him by grabbing his suit lapel and yanking his mouth down on to hers to kiss him back all deep and hungrily, and found herself crushed right into him. But he was hers to kiss whenever she felt like it now. However, she

felt like it.

It was as they signed their marriage certificate that Wil handed Calvin the two pieces of paper they needed, and as Callum and Vincent came over to be in the picture that was being taken of them, Calvin smiled at the

boys.

“Your mother and I have something to share with you,” and both boys looked up at him.

“We’re getting a brother or sister?” they asked.

“No.” Marilyn chuckled and shook her head.

“All in good time boys.” Calvin smiled at them and then winked at her. She knew what he was thinking, they’d made the decision not to try until after the wedding, so nothing would get delayed. He held out the papers to them after checking them, and made sure each one was given to the right boy.

They took them and opened them and then looked from her to Calvin and back to her, and Marilyn smiled. ” You’re both now officially Callum and Vincent Reeves.” She told them and saw them smile up at her.