Four - The Kiss

When Marilynn woke up, she was NOT in her own bed. She was in somebody else's. She sat up and realized that she was in Marla and Tanner's bedroom.

She glanced over to see Tanner casually leaned back on the sofa, softly snoring.

His casual button up was unbuttoned, ruffled, and showing off his muscular chest. Tufts of dark hair littered his chest, making Marilynn bite her lip.

"You're awake."

Marilynn met his eyes, which were now blinking as he yawned.

"Yeah," Marilynn said, bringing her knees up to her chest, avoiding his gaze. "I'm up."

He hesitated before he finally asked, "Are you okay?"

Marilynn shivered at his words. "Yes. No. Maybe. I mean, I'm safe, he just kissed me, but I just keep thinking about what would've happened if you hadn't showed up. Would he have raped me then and there or would he have beat me into submission leaving me to die after fucking me?"

She didn't dare to look at him now. Instead, she closes her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest tighter.

She never heard him stand up, but she felt the bed dip and his large, warm arms wrap around her comfortably. "Have you ever been loved by a man?"

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking," Marilynn huffed.

She heard his breathing quicken as he squeezed her gently. "I mean, have you been LOVED by a man. Cherished? Desired? Comforted?"

"Yes. . .well, at least I thought I have."

"What happened?"

Marilynn let out a long sigh and laughed. "Let's recount shall we? I've been cheated on, beaten on, almost stabbed, I've been shot once, injected with drugs- You know what? Nevermind. My love life is a shit show."

"Well," Tanner huffed, "so is mine."

Marilynn scoffed nuzzling deeper into Tanner's embrace. "Yeah, right. You're married to a thin, tall, gorgeous rich woman that birthed you three beautiful children. What more could you possibly want?"

"I want a woman who understands my children. I want a woman who is beautiful without money. I WANT a woman who will understand my needs. I want a woman who will make love to me, not just fuck me, come, and be done. I want a woman who's passionate and understanding."

Marilynn glanced up to see his brown eyes so full of emotion. Being merely inches away, she leaned up and kissed him. He didn't pull away, oh no. He gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her closer. His lips were warm and soft with the little tickle of his stubble on her cheeks.

He pulled away, only an inch away, and looked into her eyes. He leaned his head down and slowly trailed kisses along her jaw bone, making her shiver at his touch.

He sucked softly on her neck, so soft that he wouldn't leave love marks, as he slowly made his way to her breasts.

She gasped as he brought his large hands up and cupped her breasts. They filled the palms of his hands. His eyes grew dark as he groaned. "So squishy."

Heat found its way to Marilynn's cheeks, making her flush at his comment. "T-too squishy?"

He glanced up into her eyes once more and said with a smile, "Too fucking perfect."

He bent down and kissed her again, pulling Marilynn onto him, straddling his waist. She brought up her hands and placed them on the sides of his face.

His erection ground up against her core, making her moan into his mouth. He chuckled at her, then started to roll his hips under her.

She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingernails into the white fabric that was falling off of his shoulders. "Oh. . .yes."

His erection pressed against her rubbed her clit in a way it has never been rubbed. She moaned as he grabbed her breasts again, fondling them.

The pleasure inside her built up. She felt her insides tighten, about to release. It was that moment when Marilynn realized that he was married.

"No! No, no!" Marilynn squeaked as she clambered off of him. "Y-your married!"

"Yeah, and?" he asked, lifting a brow. His button up fell off of his shoulders, giving her the perfect view of his broad shoulders and bare chest.

Marilynn blanched. "I can't bring myself to fuck you when you're MARRIED! Especially when your wife is in the house."

"But she's not," Tanner said with a smirk.

"She's not?"

"Nope."

The look on Tanner's face made her want to scream. He was SMUG about being disloyal to his wife.

"Well, we can't," she spluttered, balling her shirt up into her fists.

Tanner chuckled. "Well, it's going to be very hard when I know that YOU'RE attracted to me, Miss Thompson. Because I am VERY attracted to you."

Marilynn shivered under his gaze, deeply wishing that she could jump on him and ride him until he couldn't move.

But he was married.

Marilynn blew out a deep breath and stood up, sweating from the after affect of them dry humping each other on the bed. His bed.

HIS and HIS WIFE'S bed.

Marilynn was red. She was embarrassed, turned on, and holding back her Fuck-It attitude. "I-I. . .can't." Marilynn scrambled up and left the room to go to her room, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Fucking shit," she mumbled as she peeled off her clothes. She waltzed over to her box of clothes and pulled out a tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.

Her head was spinning, so she walked into her bathroom, drank water from the faucet, and went to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.