8 comments/ 11181 views/ 11 favorites Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 01 By: AfroEroChubbiez Chapter One Ello Peoples Trying my hand at letting other people read my work. Warning, I am still in the process of writing this, but I'll try to be quick about things. Not really sure if I'm good or not, but I hope someone enjoys. Here goes nothing people. XOXO -Chubbiez Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 02 Ello Ello! This is chapter two! I hope the wait hasn't been long. I encountered some submitting troubles. Also, I hope you enjoy! Lastly, I hope the formatting stays the way it is >=(!!! -Chubbiez Marcus rubbed his eyes wearily. He had been pouring over the proposals for a new sneaker ad for the past two hours. Turning in his computer chair, he stretched his aching limbs and stifled a large yawn. With a loud grumble, Marcus's stomach told him it was time to eat. He grabbed his phone, and made his way into the kitchen. Upon opening his refrigerator, he immediately became overwhelmed with choices for a meal. For the past couple month or so, Marcus had been eating dinner from time to time with his neighbor Makena, who never let him leave without extras. Deciding on a Tupperware bowl of gumbo, Marcus shoved it into a microwave. Falling into the hum of the machine, he found himself lulled into thoughts of Makena. In his mind's eye, Marcus saw her as she had looked two weeks ago. They had a small barbeque to go along with a football game between the Saints and the Falcons. Makena wore a loose, flowing yellow shirt and very, very short white shorts. The shorts had clung to every single curve and dip in her hips and ass. When she dropped the TV remote, Marcus had almost lost control at the sight of her bending over to get it. The shorts had ridden up her thick, chocolate thighs and the undersides of her juicy cheeks were peeking out from the bottom. Marcus's joy was short lived, however. When she finally got the remote, she tugged on the tantalizing garment until it covered her sweet, wide ass again. Marcus remembered the subtle jiggling of her breasts when she danced to the music they played as they cooked. Marcus had turned on 90's R&B as a joke, but was pleasantly surprised at Makena when she sang along, shaking her hips to the sultry music. Remembering her in this way made Marcus feel a longing he couldn't shake. What in the hell am I waiting on? He thought. But before he could give it anymore thought, his cell phone beeped with a text. [hey there! J] It was from Makena. Eagerly, Marcus responded. [hello. What have u been up 2] [arguing! employees are so frustrating! L] [y? What happened? Wanna come over 2 talk?] Marcus had typed it before he could even think. He waited, worried she would think him too forward. [that would be great! youre the best! be there in a sec!] Marcus exhaled. Quickly, he gave himself a mental once over. I don't stink, got a hair cut yesterday... The door bell rang. Putting down the half eaten gumbo bowl, Marcus walked over to the door and opened it, not bothering to check who it was. Makena strolled through the door in black leggings and an over-sized long sleeved sweater dress. Her full lips were pulled into a pretty pink pout. After giving him a tight hug that he didn't think he would survive, she sat at his breakfast bar, helping herself to one of his Powerades. "I'm probably way too comfortable over here, but screw it. Toss me out when you're uncomfortable or upset," she asserted. Shaking with silent giggles, Marcus leaned on the bar next to her. "Aren't you always calling me a country boy? Haven't you heard of 'Southern Hospitality'? My mama raised me right! Besides....You make me feel more comfortable when you are here. I could never be upset with you, Kenzi." Marcus winced. I sound like an asshat, he thought. He turned his head slowly, afraid of what he would see. Makena smiled sheepishly, a spoon in her hand and an empty bowl in front of her. She had demolished the gumbo he'd left on the opposite side of the countertop. "Makena! God dammit! Don't give me food if you're gonna come over here and eat it all!" Giggling, Makena ran holding the spoon over her head, yelling out a rebellious "Screw you! Gumbo Revolution!" She sprinted to the living room, running to one side of the couch. Marcus launched himself across the couch. Thinking quickly, Makena jumped to the side, tripping and diving into the carpet. Marcus died laughing, reaching across the back of the couch at her ankles. Scrambling to feet, Makena took off again. Following her down the hall, Marcus finally tackled Makena on the stairs, pinning her arms down on either side of her head. Smiling through his heavy breathing, Marcus admired the woman beneath him. Her afro fanned out around her head. Her breathing was a little fast, and her cocoa cheeks were flushed. Marcus stared into those deep brown eyes. His eyes traced the shape of them, the contours of her cute button nose and her slightly parted pink mouth. Feeling overwhelmed with longing, Marcus kissed her. His juicy, full lips pressed against the warmth of her mouth. His strong hands left her wrists to entangled themselves in her hair and caress her neck. Parting his lips, Marcus sucked her pouty bottom lip in between his own. Makena moaned against his mouth, swiping her tongue across his lips. "Tease," Marcus murmured into her lips. He slid his arms underneath each of her legs, hooking her knees over his forearms; his mouth never left hers. His hands trailed down her body to hold her bottom. Marcus groaned at the plumpness of her ass cheeks. Lifting her body flush against his, Marcus walked them upstairs, grinding her legging-clad center against his shorts covered erection the whole trip. Makena whimpered, taking her lips from his and placing them against his neck. Her mouth covered his neck in long, luxurious kisses. Once they reached his bedroom, Marcus sat on the bed, holding Makena in his lap. He leaned back against his headboard and pressed Makena close to his body. Be a gentleman. Be a gentleman. Don't screw up like a dumbass, be a gentleman, he thought. "Kenzie?" Marcus asked tentatively. In response, his little vixen trailed her sweet tongue from his earlobe to the base of his neck. Marcus shuddered. Clearing his throat, he called her again. "Kenzie?" He felt Makena smile into his neck as she trailed her small hand down between their bodies to rub his dick. Marcus' hips jackknifed off of the bed, his soft groan causing her to giggle. Almost immediately, Makena returned to her ministrations on his neck. This time, Marcus put his foot down. "Makena." He gently pulled her away from his neck and sat her up straight. Makena pouted. "I wasn't done" The innocence in her voice was almost his undoing. Someone give me strength. Jesus, Allah, Virgin Mary, anybody! He thought. "Makena, honey, are you sure you want to do this? How far do you want to go? I don't want you to feel un—" Makena cut him off with a short, sweet kiss. "Marc, I like you. I do. But I'm glad you stopped us. We might be moving a little fast. Don't get me wrong, I like you. This past month has been so much fun. I just didn't think you liked me in that way. Intimately." Marcus wrapped his arms around Makena's waist. "Of course I do. I mean, I would've been fine as your friend and all but....I want more," At the sound of this, Makena smiled. So he likes them with a little curve. Perfect. Marcus broke into her thoughts "I hope this isn't too forward, but would you like to sleep here tonight? You could have the bed and everything, it just looks like you're comfortable and I wouldn't want you to have to go outside and it's muggy out there in those mean streets." Makena snorted with laughter. "So I should stay because of high humidity? By the way, we live in a gated community in the middle of the suburbs, what mean streets!?" She slipped off of his lap and sat on the bed next to him. "Yes Marcus, I'll sleep here with you tonight. In this bed, next to you. None of that chivalrous nonsense you have in your head. I hope you like to cuddle, I'm a sleep hugger." Makena slid underneath the covers. Once underneath, she shimmied out of her leggings, pulling at her sweater dress. Marcus' mouth popped open as he slid underneath the cotton duvet. Makena rolled her eyes. "I have on bike shorts underneath you perv! Those leggings are too thin for me to wear without them!" Playfully hitting Marcus in the chest, she snuggled up to him. He kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, Beautiful." He whispered. "Goodnight hun." She replied (((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))) Makena did not want to get up. Halfway between being awake and dozing, she began to take inventory of her surroundings. She felt Marcus' body underneath her, one of his heavy arms draped across her waist and hips. Their legs were a tangled, jumbled mess, halfway inside of the covers, and halfway out. Her face was pressed into his strong pectoral muscles, which rose and fell with the rather loud snores that had lulled Makena to sleep last night. Comfy....OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! I am smushing this man! I'm gonna kill him! Now fully awake, she slowly eased out of his hold onto the other side of the bed. The moment she'd detangled herself and gotten comfortable, she felt big hands on her hips. "Why'd you move? Come back" Marcus groaned. He yanked her soft body back on top of him and locked his arms around her waist. "Stay, dammit." He then promptly closed his eyes for sleep again. Makena wriggled. "Marcus! Let me up! I'm gonna smother you!" He peaked through one of his eyelids. "You're joking right?" Makena shamefully looked down. "Right?" Marcus repeated. Groaning, Marcus opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at the woman draped across his body. "Makena, you do realize that while you were too busy torturing my poor neck last night, I carried you up the stairs? Or how about the fact that I moved your bedroom furniture last week when you got that new dresser?" Makena said nothing. "Honey, you are not heavy to me. Actually, you are not heavy, period. So can we please stop all this nonsense so early in the morning and go back to sleep? Because I was really comfortable." Marcus hooked his finger underneath Makena chin and titled her head up to look into her eyes. "Please?" he asked again. Makena put one of her arms around his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it. "Fine. But if you ever compare my weight to furniture again, I will make you disappear and no one will ever suspect it was me." With that, they both fell into a deep, restful sleep. When Marcus woke up, he was painfully aware of his morning wood. Hearing Makena's soft little snores, he sighed in relief. She's gonna think I'm some kinda pervert....I'll worry about it when she wakes up. Unable to fight off the impulse, Marcus ran his hands gently down Makena's sleeping form. He rubbed down her back, across the soft globes of her supple ass until his hands rested on her hips. His thumbs caressed the curves of them, Suddenly, she adjusted her position. Marcus froze as Makena wrapped her legs around his hips and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck, sighing softly. When she finally stopped moving, Marcus relaxed again...until he realized what she had done. Makena's new position brought her yoni flush against Marcus' still hard dick. Oh god that feels good.... No No No Fuck Fuck Fuck now what do I do!? Marcus tried to gently shift Makena's body to one side, but every motion rubbed her covered center against his now painfully erect penis. Giving up, Marcus moved his hands from her body and lay perfectly still. Think of something else. Anything else. A,B,C,D....yes, that's working... Just as Marcus began to calm down, he felt Makena rub herself along the length of his dick. His breath caught as she did it again, and again. Marcus looked down to see a very awake Makena with a mischievous smile. She sat up and began rolling her hips against his erection. Marcus moaned deep in his chest "Fuck, Kenzi...." Lost in her movements, Marcus forgot all about being a gentleman. Soon, he began thrust his hips up to match her motions. His dick throbbed and jumped in anticipation. Closing his eyes, Marcus wrapped his hands around Makena's hips, grinding her against his dick. She whimpered in delight. The sound drove him crazy; he needed her, bad. He held her against him as her hips began to ride him faster and harder, falling into the ecstasy of her motions. Suddenly, he felt two small hands at the waist of his shorts, jerking him back to reality. "Makena, no." he said gently. Gripping her hips, Marcus held her perfectly still. He then gently placed her on the other side of the bed. Marcus sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. Minutes and minutes past before either of them spoke. Marcus finally broke the tension. "Makena....I am sorry for my behavior. It's been less than proper. We agreed to figure things out slowly last night and here I am acting like a horny teenaged boy and—" "You do like me, right?" Makena blurted. Marcus turned to see he sitting cross legged, absently playing with her hair. Her eyes were filled with hurt. I fucking screwed up again! Marcus thought. He slid onto the bed, lying across it in front of her. He carefully pried her hand from her hair and kissed it. "Makena, I've liked you since the first time you fed me. No, I'm serious," he said when she giggled. "I just want to do this right. We kinda rushed through this whole process. I've never taken you on a real date or anything. We haven't even really acknowledged what 'this' is. We have been hanging out as friends this whole time, but in truth I've always wanted something more. I told you so last night. Let's just....relax for now. I just don't think adding sex into the equation is such a good idea right now." Marcus twined his fingers with Makena's. "Ok?" Makena quickly belly flopped on top of Marcus's chest, yelling "Ok!" as he groaned. (((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))) "And that's how my brothers made me go to prom by myself." Marcus laughed, absently rubbing and kneading her ass cheeks softly. Makena was still draped across Marcus' chest and stomach. They had spent the last few hours just like that, talking and playing and wrestling. Makena let out the soft moan she was holding in. Marcus' caressing stopped. "Sorry, Honey. It just felt good in my hands." Makena swatted him with a pillow. "Shut up!" Marcus pushed Makena on her back, holding her down and softly kissing her neck. "I will not." He then got up, heading towards the bathroom. "I'll be back." Makena sat up in bed as the bathroom door closed. I think this will work out just fine. She thought, curling up in the bed. Suddenly, the door bell rang. "Makena! Can you get that?" Makena got up and started towards the door. "And put some damn pants on!" Makena giggled and ran down the stairs, ignoring his request. She opened the door. There was a very short, fair skinned Black woman in a red skirt suit and high heels. With her was a small child with wild, curly pigtails and a Dora the Explorer doll. The woman wrinkled her nose, as if she smelled something bad. "Does Marcus Chatham live here?" she inquired, her voice full of attitude. "Yes, he does. What can I—?" Makena was interrupted by the sound of Marcus coming down the hall. "Makena, I thought I said to...." He stopped, dumbfounded as he got to the door. "Jada. What are you doing here?" Marcus asked. The woman, Jada, thrust the little girl into the house. "This is Annalynne Marie Chatham. She's your daughter. All of her information, and the papers giving you full parental custody are in her bag. I'm done with her. Bye." With that, she quickly stalked off to the Lexus parked in the driveway and pulled off, leaving Makena, Marcus and Annalynne at the door. Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 03 "And you're sure she did this legit? She's mine, no loopholes?" Marcus inquired. He looked at his long time friend across the desk. Andreas flipped through the thick binder of files again. "Yeah, brother. Jada did this legit, she released all parental custody to you, she included medical records, school information....she even included a bunch of pictures of the little girl from every year and a signed contract with an affidavit stating that she will never try for custody again. And the little girl has a trust from Jada's grandfather, which has been signed to you. She's probably pissed about that." Marcus' head snapped up."Why?" "Well, you know Jada better than anyone. Gold diggin' trick only wants money. That trust can't be touched by anyone but the little girl. It's locked from Jada because she wasn't married when Anna was conceived. It'll release to the pequena when she's 17 if she goes to college, 25 if she doesn't." Marcus stood as Andreas closed the binder. His body ached with sleep deprivation and stress. It had been two days since Jada had left Annalynne on his doorstep. He couldn't deny her, she looked just like his mom. As soon as those big light brown eyes looked at him, he'd fallen in love with the little girl. But all he could do, truthfully, was worry. Anna wouldn't talk, wouldn't eat, wouldn't do anything. Her crappy mom didn't even seem to have cared about her. All of the photographs of the girl seemed loveless, as if they were taken to prove a point, or for some sort of evidence. "Thanks, man. I'll call you soon." He shook hands with Andreas. Andreas Acosta was Marcus' best friend and lawyer. The tall, suave Afro-Brazilian had been there through the entire fiasco with Jada the first time, and now the second. "Alright, take care of my new little niece. And you should call Makena. She can't possibly blame you for this." As Marcus walked away, his heart sank. Makena had taken the news of Anna pretty well. The first thing Marcus did was call Child Protective Services and Andreas for guidance. After putting on some pants, Makena took the girl to the guest room and made her eat something. Once she fell asleep however, Makena kissed Marcus' cheek and left, with no word of how she felt. As Marcus got into his car, he sighed. Screw it, what have I got to lose? He thought. Before he could lose his nerve, Marcus dialed her number. "Hello?" her sweet voice called. "Hey ba—Hey Makena. How are you?" Marcus cursed underneath his breath. Already fucking up....He drove to his younger brother's house to pick Annalynne up, waiting for Makena's response. "I'm fine Marcus, I'm glad you called finally. How's Anna?" "She's fine, had to leave her with my little brother. But I didn't call to tell you that. Honestly, I called because I missed you, because we needed to talk. Now, I know all of this is really sudden, us and then Anna. But I love her and I really want to spend as much time as I can giving her real family. If you don't want to be apart of that, then we can't be together because—" "What the hell?" Makena interrupted. "Of course I want to be around, I'm not that shallow Marcus! That little girl is gonna need some feminine guidance. Not to mention you need guidance, for sure!" Marcus smirked. She was right. "Look baby. I have 4 nieces and 3 nephews from my brothers. I love kids. And while I'm uncomfortable with the idea because we haven't really figured out 'us' yet, I want to help. Plus, who could deny her big, pretty brown eyes?!" Makena and Marcus laughed together. Pulling into his brother's driveway, he felt at ease and relieved. "Honey, I have to pick Anna up from my brother's, then take her to get registered for school and all that. Apparently I have a shitload of things to do before school begins and I didn't even know it. We have to get her shots, buy school supplies, that kinda thing. Can I call later tonight?" "No, you can't." "What?" he asked confusedly. "How about I take her school shopping while you do all the boring stuff? We could have a girls' day. Then we could meet up so she can get her shots. What time is her appointment?" "It's today at 4:30. I had to schedule it as soon as possible. My best friend's sister teaches at a school nearby, and told me I could get her in school if I acted fast. Her kid goes to this pediatrician. She says he's good." "Meet me at the mall with her school supplies list. I got this!" Makena exclaimed. Marcus glanced at the clock. It was only 11:30. "Be there by twelve. Be safe, Love." Hitting the end button, Marcus walked up to the door. (((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))) "So let me get this straight, " Marcus' younger brother Jacob said, closing the door leading to were Anna and his wife were. "Jada, your ex, the crazy one that told you she aborted the baby before she even told you she was pregnant, has dropped off the supposedly aborted kid, now 4 years old, and taken off? While the girl that I've heard about for the past couple weeks was there, right after she agreed to be your woman? And only 3 weeks before school starts? That, is rich!" Jacob laughed. Marcus punched his brother in the arm. "Man....kiss my ass." "Anyways, you have a kid now. You have to change your work, your schedule. You have to change your lifestyle brotha. So you might as well pony up." Jacob patted his brother on the back. "Now, let's go see my little niece. Y'all wanna take some food for the road? You know you don't cook" Marcus swung and missed the back of his brother knobby head. "Actually, I'm taking Anna and Makena to dinner. I spoke to her a little while ago and she's offered to help me with Anna and told me she's not goin' anywhere." "But you still ain't hit it though? Oh, ok" As they opened the door, the faint sound of a big, knobby head getting smacked could be heard, accompanied with Jacob saying a really bad word. "Kyra!" Marcus called to his sister, "Your husband has hit his head somehow! You might wanna check on him!" He walked into the living room, where Anna was sitting on the floor with her thumb in her mouth, watching Dora the Explorer with her two cousins, Jamie and Jazzlyn. Marcus picked the small girl up. "Come on babygirl, we are gonna get you some new stuff from the store. How does that sound, Honey?" In response, Annalynne hid her face in his neck, her thumb still secured in her mouth. After saying goodbyes, Marcus strapped Anna into her new purple booster seat and they drove off. ((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) "Hi Sweetie! You ready to get all your stuff for school?!" Makena took the small girl's hand as Marcus got all her information out of the car. When the girl didn't answer, Makena squatted down, balancing in her cork-heeled wedges. "Look Babygirl, I know it may seem scary, with all these new people and places, but we love you. Your Daddy loves you very much, and he's missed you. We really wanna make you feel happy and comfy, but we can't do that if you won't talk to us Baby, we don't know what's going on. We know you miss mama very much, but everything will be ok. We promise. Okay? You understand?" Marcus watched as Makena spoke softly to his daughter as she rubbed her back and tummy. They waited with baited breath for the girl's response. Just as Marcus was about to give up, Annalynne through her arms around Makena's neck. "Please don't give me away!" she exclaimed, a few tears running down her face. "Miss Jada said Daddy might give me away! She said she wasn't my mama, I don't have one! Just please don't give me away! I'll talk! I'll be good! I promise!" Makena hugged the girl tightly to her chest. "Sweetie, Daddy would never give you away, I promise. I wouldn't let him. I'll beat him up if he tries." Annalynne smiled at little at Makena's joke,sniffling. Marcus kissed her forehead. "Baby if you want to go in the store, you have to stop crying. I know you're sad, and it's ok to be sad. But you have to be a big girl and be strong for Miss Makena and Daddy, ok?" Anna leaned out of Makena's grasp and wrapped her little brown arms around Marcus' neck. "Ok, Daddy." Marcus hugged her to his chest, leaning over to plant light kisses on Makena's neck as he did. "Thank you, Babe. Thank you so much." He whispered in her ear. Putting Anna down, Marcus hugged Makena and handed her Anna's information. "Alright baby. Makena is gonna take you shopping while I get you registered for school. You have to get everything on this list, some clothes, and if Makena says it's ok, you can get some toys too, ok?" Anna shook her head. "Are you coming back?" she asked quietly. Marcus squatted down. "Of course I am. I'll be back in four hours." Marcus demonstrated the number with his fingers. "After we go to the doctor, we are gonna get some food. We'll eat where ever you want to." Anna smiled. "Okay!" Marcus straightened up. He pulled Makena into his arms, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "You are wonderful, thank you for doing this." Makena's skin darkened with her blush. "Not in front of Anna...." She murmured softly. Taking one arm from around her, Marcus reached into his wallet and got out a credit card. He slipped it into the pocket of Makena's jean jacket. "This has a $1000 limit on it. Spend whatever you need for Anna, and get whatever you want too. I don't wanna hear it Makena." He said, as she started to protest,"I know how independent you are and all that. But let me take care of you Baby, you've done so much already. This is just one way I'm gonna thank you, ok? Just go in and have fun." Makena looked in Marcus' eyes. She knew she couldn't say no without offending him. I could definitely go for some shoes.... She thought. Suddenly, her spidey senses were tingly. Not even looking over, Makena called, "Annalynne Chatham, get your tail away from the street before someone hits you and your Dad goes to jail for murder!" Annalynne quickly trotted back to stand guiltily next to the couple. She had eased her way towards the trunk of the car to play with her Dora doll in the backseat. Marcus took one arm off Makena and looked down at his daughter with a no-nonsense expression. "Annalynne that was very dangerous. You could've gotten hurt really bad, and Daddy would be very unhappy. You are not to play anywhere near a street or stray away from us, do you hear me?" "Yes." "Yes Daddy or yes sir." "Yes sir. I'm sorry." Marcus reached down and picked her up. "I'm not mad. But don't do that. You have to be a good girl. Now give Daddy a kiss so he can go." Anna kissed Marcus' cheek and hugged him. He held both Makena and Annalynne tightly, loving the feeling of holding his two girls. He put Anna down, holding her hand tightly. He turned to Makena. "Now how about a kiss from you too?" he asked. Makena put a chaste kiss on his cheek, then turned her cheek, expecting him to do the same. Marcus kissed Makena's neck instead. She swatted his back and cleared her throat loudly, making him chuckle. Still kissing along Makena's jawline, he whispered, "I promise you won't regret this Baby. Just work with me for now, and I swear it." Makena gently pushed Marcus away. She inclined her head towards Anna, who was skipping in place and watching them. Makena popped Marcus on hand. "I know I won't. Now go before you're late!" Giving Anna one last hug, Marcus got into the car and drove away. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) "Ok sweetie, we got your school supplies and your bookbag. Now we just have to get some clothes and some toys, maybe we could go get our nails done. How does that sound?" Makena looked and the sweet little girl walking next to her. She's so much like me at that age....she thought. The little girl had picked out all of her school supplies in either pink, yellow or purple shades. They'd even found pencils that said "Anna" on them, a privilege Makena was never privy to as a kid. After putting the bags of supplies in her trunk, the girls walked over to the nail salon. Makena smiled as Anna picked a sparkly purple color for her nails and toes. As they sat in the massage chairs for their pedicures, Makena tried to get the girl excited about school. "How about we go to the store and get lots of pretty bows for your hair? I'll twist it up really pretty for your first day of school." Annalynne beamed at Makena. "Yes please! I've never had bows in my hair before! Thank you Miss Makena!" Makena was shocked by the girls' words. What kind of mother makes her baby call her by her first name, doesn't do her hair and gives her away? She didn't bond with this baby at all. I wonder what else she didn't do.... She thought. Makena was determined to find out how Anna was living with Jada. Looking at Anna again, she smiled. "You're welcome sweetie." Once their nails were all done, Makena took Anna back inside the mall for more shopping. According to the papers Marcus gave her, Anna didn't have to wear uniforms, but she had to meet the dress code. Makena bought Anna four pairs of shoes, including some sneakers that lit up with pink lights with Dora on the side. She got the girl dresses, t-shirts and skirts and cute little jeans; Anna loved trying the clothes on for her, twirling around in the dressing room. She even found purple striped Dora socks for the four year old, though they were a little expensive just for footwear. Who cares? We have just barely crossed the half way mark on Marcus' card, and she wants them. While the girl picked out Barbie dolls and jump ropes, Makena looked at her phone. They still had an hour and a half to kill. "Ok sweetie, once we're done in here, we can go to the park to wait for Daddy. We can get on the swings and—" "Not yet, Miss Makena!" the girl interrupted, "Daddy said you have to get stuff for yourself! He told you not to be so impe...indepu..." "Independent, sweetheart. Independent means that I don't need anyone else to help me because I can get everything accomplished by myself. And it's a good thing. Your Daddy is just trying to spoil us today. But I'll let him, just this once, if you think it's a good idea." "I do, I do!" "Ok. We're gonna go to the big girl store and get things for me. Have you picked out what toys you want hun?" "Yes ma'am! I got two barbies, a bratz doll, jump rope and a house for the dolls to live!" Makena smiled. She had the same obsession with dolls when she was a kid. "Ok babygirl, Let's go buy all this stuff." Once Makena was done with her own shopping, they put the bags in the car. As Makena got Annalynne strapped in, someone came behind her, pressing against her bottom and holding her hips. "Hey beautiful," said a familiar voice. "Daddy!" Makena quickly straightened up and turned around. "Behave!" she whispered into Marcus' ear. They got into the car, and drove off. After all the errands were taken care of and dinner was had, Marcus tucked a very sleepy Anna in his guest bedroom. He then turned off her light and joined Makena in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as close as possible. "Stay here tonight, let me thank you Makena." Marcus began placing soft kisses all over her neck. Sucking gently, her quickly lifted her off of the ground and placed her on the counter top. Makena moaned loudly as he made his way down past her collarbone to his breast, wrapping her thick thighs around his waist tightly. Her large milk chocolate globes were soon covered by his kisses. Marcus untied her wrap shirt, pulling it apart feverishly. Undoing the front snap of her bra, Marcus drew one of her gumdrop nipples into his mouth, nursing on the flesh. His tongue flicked the tip of her bud as he sucked harder and harder. His hands trailed down to her linen covered slit. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area, causing Makena to gasp and pant. She whispered his name softly, sucking on his neck and earlobes. Just as his hands touched the button on the front of them, Makena's phone rang loudly from her purse in the living room. She snapped out of her reverie and moved to get it, but was held in place by Marcus. "You're mine right now," he mumbled into her breast,"they can wait." Makena gently pushed Marcus off of her body. Being the gentleman he was, he moved to side with a sigh, allowing her to dash over to her phone. She answered it at the last ring. "This is Makena?" "Madame Williams, good evening. It's John, how are you?" "I've fine John, can I help with something?" "Yes, actually. You can. I wanted to know if you would like to join me for dinner tonight?" "Actually, I've already had dinner with my boyfriend. But that shouldn't really be any of your concern, now should it? Look Mr. Francois—" "John" "Look Mr. Francois, as I have said before, I really do not fraternize with my employees. I entertained this behavior once because your work is excellent. You never miss deadlines and you have great ideas. But this isn't one of them." Marcus cleared his throat loudly. He didn't like the way that conversation sounded at all. Who the fuck is this dude thirsting over my Kenzi? He thought. Making a split second decision, Marcus decided to piss the dude off. "Come back here Kenzi. I wanna finish what I started." He said loudly, leaning towards her phone. Makena nearly dropped her phone in embarrassment. John, however, sounded unfazed. "Madame Williams, I understand that you are busy. Please excuse my intrusion. I had no idea you were babysitting. I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Kenzi." Makena held the phone to her ear in shock, well after John had hung up. Then, she lunged at him. "I can't believe you did that! Where in the hell are your manners?!" she stage whispered, afraid to wake Annalynne. Marcus picked her up cradling her like a child in his arms, rendering her attack useless. He kisses her forehead and carried her up the stairs, closing the door behind them. "Chatham I am not joking with you! What the hell?!" "Baby, calm down. I'm sorry, ok? But I don't like the way that guy sounded. Who the fuck is he anyways?" "He's my illustrator for the next few months, and I personally don't give a damn if you like the way he sounded or not! And how dare you..." Marcus put Makena down in the middle of the bed as she ranted. He knew exactly how to get out of trouble with her. He let her fuss while he took off her sexy wedges and began to rub her feet. He planted sweet kisses on the tops of them while he rubbed the soles, arches, and heels of her feet, knowing they must hurt from all the walking in those shoes. Soon, Makena stopped fussing. "Mmmmmmm, right there...." Once he was done with her feet, he got on top of her, balancing his weight on his hands. Marcus placed kisses on Makena's neck and lips, knowing exactly where to kiss to get her juices flowing. "Makena, let me thank you properly babe. Let me take care of that aching pussy and this sweet body. Let me help you relax and feel good, please?" Makena sat up a little, biting her lip. "Not while Anna's asleep in the next room over. At least, not yet. I don't think she's sleeping soundly through the night yet. Besides, we said we didn't want to complicate things with sex before Anna. Wouldn't this make it worse?" Marcus rolled off Makena slowly, placing his hands behind his head. "Then let's uncomplicated things. Why don't we talk about this, see if we can't make everything make sense. Can I go first?" Makena nodded, a little surprised Marcus hit her with the "let's talk". He probably just wants to get his dick wet... "Makena I want to be with you. I'm not sure if it's too early to say that, but I do. You are so fun and happy and fiery. I love that. I know Anna kinda makes everything difficult, but I still want you around, as my girlfriend. Not to mention what this body does to me," he continued, pulling Makena on top of him, "I could get used to having this beautiful brown body next to me all the time." Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 03 Makena rolled her eyes. "Marcus I wanna be with you too. And I love Anna. But I don't want to confuse her either. To a four year old, I'm in the 'mommy' role. What if we break up? What if it doesn't work out? I really don't want her to be upset because we don't mesh as well as we thought we did." Marcus nuzzled into Makena's décolletage, nibbling as the softness there and moving further down. "Then we're just gonna have to take that risk Baby. Yes, I have a daughter now, but why should that stop me from looking for a woman to settle down with. That's what I want: a family. And I'm not trying to scare you away by saying this, but having you and Anna in my arms today felt like that. Like I had a family." Makena looked down at the man desperately trying to bury his face between her breasts. He's such a suave, awkward little southern nerd. "Ok Marcus. Whatever you want Baby. But no sex tonight!" "Why not?!" "Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want Annalynne coming in here to find Miss Makena riding her daddy like a horse, or your balls in my mouth or something. That would be awful!" "Mmmmm my balls in your mouth?" "Shut up you! I'm going home!" Makena stood up and closed her bra. As she began to tie her shirt. Marcus sat up and pressed his face to her soft, plushy tummy. He kissed and nibbled it while Makena clung to his head, caressing his cheek. She cleared her throat. "Babe, I have to go. I have work in the morning. So do you. Did you get a babysitter?" "Yeah, I got Anna into daycare until school starts. Why don't you just spend the night baby?" "Because Annalynne needs a role model, and me sleeping here wouldn't do that. She'll get the wrong idea. Now walk me to the door babe." "Fine. Quick question though?" "I'm not spending the night. What?" "That wasn't even my question. What if Anna was sleeping well? Or is she went to visit my brother and his kids for a night? I mean, we know where we stand and you're my woman and I would like to taste my woman..." Marcus trailed off, dipping his tongue into Makena's belly button. "Shit," she hissed, "I mean...No Marcus, stop it. If we knew that we wouldn't disturb Anna, or if she slept over with her cousins, then maybe we could. But she can't possibly be resting well. I know kids adapt easily, and she loves you already Marcus, I can tell. But I will not scar that child for life!" Marcus rolled his eyes. He tied her shirt and stood, taking her hand. "Okay, okay. Fine." He said, leading Makena to the door. "I'll call you tomorrow babe. Maybe you could make dinner for Anna and me." Makena smiled, leaning against the door. " Oh, now you wanna get rid of me? Cool beans. I got you!" She thumped him on the forehead. Makena stood on her tippy-toes and gave Marcus a quick peck on the lips. "Goodnight Marcus." "Night. Be safe baby." Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 04 Makena looked at her phone for the fifth time that day. Only 32 minutes and fifty six seconds left until lunch time.... screw you Father Time.... she thought. Since school was closed for the day, Marcus and Anna were coming to take Makena to lunch. She was so excited; Makena had spent all of her free time with them for the few months. Now she all but bounced in anticipation to be in Marcus' arms again, and to have Anna in hers. Someone knocked at her door. "Come in!" she yelled. John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word "debonair". "Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?" Makena wanted to roll her eyes. How many different ways do I have to say "you can't have my goodies" for him to get it? "How can I help you?" she asked. John sat, uninvited, into one of the seats in front of her desk. He pulled out several menus. "Which one of these five star restaurants should I take you to tonight?" he boldly inquired. Makena's jaw fell off its hinge, hit the edge of the desk and rolled onto the floor. Taking a deep breath, she quickly gained her composure. Makena stood and leaned over the desk. "Not a damn one!" she whispered aggressively. "Mr. Francois, who in the hell do you think you are? You are a temporary fixture here, a guest! I am by all means your boss and I can, and will give you back to Mr. Calder and the publishing network! While I appreciate my sister company's work ,I will not be harassed, sexually or otherwise!" She walked to the door with her stilettos clacking and gestured out of it. "This needs to be your next move, if you want to keep your job. I heard about the trouble you got into with your previous boss. That won't be tolerated here." John got up and smoothly walked to the door. He towered over her, even in her four inch heels. Though his face was blank, he radiated heat and angry disappointment. "That's fine, Miss Makena. No dinner then. How about lunch?" Makena opened her mouth, ready to attack or be attacked. "Actually," said a soothingly deep Southern voice from the hall," Makena has lunch plans." Marcus walked up to the doorway with Annalynne in tow, wrapping his arm around her silk covered waist and kissed her cheek. "Miss Kena! Miss Kena!" Anna ran from her father's hand and hugged Makena's legs. "Hi! I missed you!" Makena rubbed Anna's back. "Hi, Sweetie. I missed you too!" When she looked back at the two men, she was taken aback. The two men were politely giving each other murderous looks. Makena cleared her throat. "Marcus, Honey, this is Johnathis Francois the illustrator I was telling you about. Mr. Francois, this is my boyfriend, Marcus Chatham and his daughter Annalynne." Anna shyly waved. "Hello, Mr. Francois," she murmured. John politely waved back. "Hello, Miss Anna," he said. That kid looks awfully familiar...   Rather abruptly, Marcus stuck out his hand. "Good to meet you man." Johnathis looked down at his hand with disdain. "A pleasure for you, I'm sure," he drawled turning to Makena, "Makena, I have work at my desk. Do enjoy your lunch." With that, he walked off. Marcus wrapped his long, muscled arm around Makena's waist pointedly and kissed her neck. "I swear all the home training in the world wouldn't have kept me from kicking his ass if Annalynne wasn't here," he whispered. He then left a trail of quick kisses along her collarbone. He straightened up, fixing his tie and picking Anna up. "Come on my beautiful ladies. Let's go get some grub." Ink My Heart, Pen My Soul Ch. 04 Weakly, Makena nodded and whimpered . "I need to cum so bad, Marc. Please, Please." Happily to please, Marcus began to slam his length into Makena. During a night of play, he'd discovered his little minx loved a little spanking, a little roughness. Marcus lifted a hand and smacked her round bottom hard, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom. The moment his hand made contact with her ass, Makena came apart. Euphoric sensations ricocheted through her as she screamed one, clear word, "Marcus!" Marcus slowed his thrusts into a leisurely, luxurious grind that only prolonged her orgasm. Slumping limply in his arms, Kenzie whispered, "Take me to the bed. Now."