Red, White and Sensual by Bec Botefuhr, Dawn Martens Page B

Marcus brought me here so I could see you.”
    She lifts her head and swipes my tears away, she holds me out and stares down at me. “Oh love, you look terrible.”
    I force a smile. “Stomach bug.”
    “ Oh love, that’s awful.”
    She stares over at Marcus who is laughing at something Jayelle is telling him. Her eyes widen as she drinks him in, I know exactly what she sees. He’s perfect, tall, well built, and gorgeous. He’s everything a girl could want in a man, and he has the heart to go along with it.
    “That’s Marcus?”
    “That’s him.”
    “He took time off to bring you home?” she says, giving me one of those ‘what’s going on’ looks.
    “Yes, I said I wanted to come home. I was having a sulky, I miss my mom and I’m sick, moment.”
    She smiles. “He took time out from a job , that’s no doubt constant, to bring my little girl home? He’s welcome in my home.”
    I smile and wave Marcus over. He smiles at me and begins walking over, his body moves with such grace it’s beyond perfect. He stops in front of my mother and takes her hand.
    “Mrs. Walters, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    My mother flushes and lets go of his hand, pulling him in for a hug. God love mom.
    “Marcus, it’s an honor. Thank you for all your hard work and welcome to my home.”
    “It’s lovely to be here, Mrs. Walters.”
    “Call me Pam, it’s lovely to have you , Marcus. Please, come in.”
    Marcus flashes me a dazzling smile before following my mother into our home. Jayelle grips my arm and leans in close.
    “Tell me you’ve kissed that man?”
    I laugh. “No, Jayelle.”
    She snorts. “Come on, if there’s any more sexual tension in the air, it’ll explode.”
    I giggle and shove her. We follow them inside and I feel instantly relaxed at the familiar surroundings. My mother leads us into her large, wooden kitchen and turns the kettle on.
    “So, Marcus, we’ll have to tell you all about our Sierra here.”
    I groan. “Mom, no, he’s my boss.”
    Marcus smirks and takes a stool, leaning his elbows on the counter and smiling at my mother. “I’d love to hear about Sierra.”
    “I trust she’s a good worker?”
    Marcus flicks me a glance so hot, I have to look away. “She’s the best.”
    “I’m so glad, we’re so proud of her,” my mother says, gripping some mugs from the sink and placing them on the bench.
    “As you should be, Pam, she’s a hard worker.”
    Marcus is still watching me as he speaks and my cheeks heat. Jayelle rolls her eyes and swings open the cupboard door to take out a tin of cookies. She places them in front of Marcus, forcing him to tear his gaze away from me. He gives her a warm smile.
    “Did you make these, Jayelle?” he asks, placing a piece of chocolate cookie into his mouth.
    My sister, mother and I watch with open mouths as his tongue snakes out and licks a crumb from his lip. Holy sweet mother he’s mouth fucking the cookie right in front of us, and damn, it’s so god dammed erotic my sex clenches hungrily. My mother clears her throat and quickly looks away and Jayelle makes a sound that somewhat resembles a giggle.
    “I…don’t really bake,” Jayelle finally says, answering his question. “Mom does all that.”
    Marcus smiles over at my mother as she slides him a cup of coffee. “They are divine, Pam.”
    “Thank you , Marcus, my husband loves them also.”
    “Where is daddy?” I ask before sipping the clear tea my mother places in front of me. It’s soothing.
    “He’s at work, he’ll be home later.”
    “I can’t wait to see him,” I say.
    “Before then, you’re going to take it easy. You look awfully pale, Sierra.”
    “She was quite ill,” Marcus says, staring hard at me.
    “Have you been drinking?” My mother asks.
    “Well…”
    “Not enough,” Marcus says, cutting me off. “Your daughter is quite stubborn, Pam.”
    My mother laughs. “Don’t I know it, well, I guess lots of fluids are in order.”
    She points to the tea in