Opposite to her desire, Marc slid one hand under her ass and hoisted her higher.Sure, it was a better angle for her to kiss him, but still.His hand on her ass felt good, though.
“Is she trying to go through all of the Powerhouses?”Someone’s snide remark filtered through her haze.Marc clearly heard the same, because he started to pull away, and Wave chased his lips shamelessly.She didn’t give a fuck what they thought about her.
“Wayla,” Marc murmured against her lips.She shook her head, not letting go of him.
“Don’t care,” she murmured back.
“… perfect…” Marc’s full reply was muffled by her mouth.She realized that at some point her eyes had slid shut and hurriedly, she blinked them open.She didn’t want to miss the look in his eyes.
He didn’t disappoint.Despite having his eyes half-lidded, his gaze was intense and fully focused on her.A needy whimper crawled out of her throat that made Marc lean back and break the contact.
“Fuck, honey.If we don’t cool this off now, I’m going to come in my pants,” he panted, eyes still devouring her wet and swollen lips.
Wave tried to convince her limbs to let go of him, but had no success.Her hips tilted, and she ground her pussy against his stomach and whimpered again.
“Wayla, stop making that noise or I’ll lay you down on any available horizontal space and eat you out right now.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”she panted, but managed to still her hips.
Marc gave a pained groan.“It was, before that.I’d love to give a show.”
“I don’t mind being watched,” Wave murmured.
“Good.And afterwards, I can poke all of their eyes out for seeing you,” Marc growled.
“Well, then we can’t have Salis watch.He’s my friend and I like his eyes.”
“Friend, huh?”
Wave wrinkled her nose.“Yeah.Got a problem with that?”
“As long as I’m the one doing the touching, I think I can live with it.”
“How noble of you,” she snarled.
“Honey, I can be reasoned with.If you want to show off, I’m your man.”
“Hmph.He’d probably be looking more at you than me,” Wave pouted.
“He’s into guys?”
“Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Uh-huh.”Marc squeezed Wave’s ass and made her moan.“You have a very nice ass, Ms.Spinwell.I’d like to be inside it someday.”
“Thanks.Sure, anything,” Wave panted.The seam of the pants rubbing against her clit, and she was seconds away from combusting.“I want to come,” she whined when Marc stilled her movements.
“Not out here.I wasn’t joking about the eyes, and the mountain of paperwork that would cause is just not worth it,” Marc replied.He cradled her even closer and kissed her throat before he leaned back and started to walk again.
Chapter 11 – Marc
Well,thatturnedoutrather nicely,Marc mused as he carried Wayla.Every couple of steps, she gave the tiniest whimper that shot straight to his cock, but Marc could control himself for now.She clung to his neck and waist and seemed to give zero fucks at the glances, glares, gasps, and whispers that followed them.In fact, she cared less than he did.
Lucky for some idiots, he’d rather hold her in his arms than go around knocking some boneheads together.Still, he memorized the faces and names that came to him.It wouldn’t hurt to let the rest of the group know.
At least one of the loudmouths was in Grant’s stave class, and Marc would make sure he regretted his remarks about Wayla and her morals.If that prick thought he was laying one finger on her, he had another thing coming.
“Hold tighter,” he grunted at Wayla and hefted her up a bit to get to his phone.He snapped a picture of the idiot and sent it to Grant with the caption, ‘you beat him to a pulp or I will’.His phone vibrated before he had time to put it back in his pocket.
