Darien was getting restless. She was never one to sit still for long periods and she had been locked up in this house for three long days. Rya had been great. She had catered to Darien. Church had told her to keep Darien comfortable. So far, there had been no call from Marcellus or Church. Rya kept a close eye on her friend, but knew Darien was getting close to either cabin fever or a nervous breakdown. Either way, Rya did not want to let anything happen to her. Darien sat in a chair by the window. She knew that whatever was going on wasn't as good as Rya was leading her to believe. She saw the worry stretch across Rya's face. She knew that with each passing day Rya grew more worried.
Rya chewed her bottom lip as she sat deep in thought. She wanted to know what was going on with Church. She wanted to know if Marcellus was okay. She needed to hear something. Her mind raced constantly with scenarios of what could be going on or what could have happened with them by now. Rya heard Darien enter the room. She saw the question in Darien's eyes and she still did not have an answer for her. She groaned inwardly. What was she going to do if this did not turn out well for all involved?
"Rya, I think its time you tell me everything that you know." Darien's statement was spoken so soundly that it gave Rya pause, but just for a minute.
"Darien, I'm sorry that you have been cooped up in this house for the past few days, but you have to trust that Marcellus planned this all out for your own good."
"Where is he?"
Rya saw the anger in Darien's eyes. She had long hated that look and right now, it served no purpose. "Don't look at me that way. I know how you feel, Darien."
Darien cut her off, "he is my husband, Rya, I have a right to know what is going on with him."
"Don't you dare use that tone with me. Don't you think for one minute that I am sitting here worried about Church Boy? He proposed to me one night and then the next night I am being delivered instructions from his attorney, so you tell me what the hell is going on, Darien?" Rya was now in her face. "I know you have been so caught up in worrying about Marcellus, that you have not given one thought about how Eric is doing. You have not given one thought to how I may be feeling at this point. So, to answer your question, when I get answers; you'll have answers" Rya stormed out of the room.
A few seconds later Darien heard a door slam and she flinched. She felt disgusted with herself. Rya had been right on every point. She had not been the friend to Rya that Rya had been to her. She had not considered her friend's feelings at all and now, along with being stuck God's knows where, she is without Rya's company. Darien let out a deep sigh then went to the kitchen. She had decided to do what she always did during times like this, bake.
A few hours later the aroma from the kitchen made Rya's stomach growl. She looked at her watch and realized she had not eaten anything today. She uncurled her legs from the window seat and went toward the scent of what Heaven might smell like. She entered the kitchen and the glorious smell found its way through her nostrils and right to her stomach. Darien turned at the sound of the kitchen door opening. She smiled at her friend. "I hope you have an appetite for all things gooey and sweet."
Rya got the plates down and found some milk in the refrigerator. She poured two large glasses of ice-cold milk and sat down. Darien brought over fresh sweet rolls and darkly rich chocolate cake. Darien and Rya sat in silence for a while and ate the sweet treats. Darien looked up to find Rya watching her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering how many rolls you are going to eat."
They both broke out in a fit of laughter and when they could laugh no more Darien reached across the table and took Rya's hand. "I'm sorry for being a bitch to you. It's just that I am so frustrated and worried. I'm scared, Ry."
"I'm sorry I don't have answers for you. It would be much easier if we at least knew where they were." Darien only nodded.
Rya helped Darien clean the kitchen then made her way back upstairs. Inside her room, she took a shower and got ready to read one of the many romance novels that lined the shelves. It was not too much longer that she dozed off.
Not long after dozing off Rya felt familiar hands caressing her legs. If she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. If she was awake, she didn't want to open her eyes and find out he wasn't there. She felt Church's hands glide up her leg until it reached the center of her femininity. She moaned and moved her body to give him better access as he gently massaged the tiny bud until her lips were slick with her juice. She began to grind against his hands as he raised her nightgown. She felt his lips kiss her intimately, sucking her clit and excitement into his mouth; that is when she opened her eyes. "Hey baby," she purred as she looked into Church's handsome face as he locked her legs over his shoulder and lifted her up until he was standing with his face buried deep between her legs. Rya held on to Church's head as he continued to lick her senseless. When she began to buck from her orgasm, he slid her legs down and slammed his ten-inch pole up into her while he stood in the middle of the room. Rya held on tight and then found his lips and began to kiss him. She tasted her essence on his lips and sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. Church began to slowly slide in and out of her sweetness. He looked at her face as her expression went from one extreme of ecstasy to the next. He loved the faces she made. Her face always told him if he was hitting the right spot, and from her movements and expressions, he could tell she was ready to come at any moment. Church took hold of her tiny waist and began to fuck her hard the way she liked it. Rya was definitely his total package, a complete lady in the streets, but the most giving lover he had ever taken to his bed. Whatever he wanted she agreed. He was right now thinking of the time he had tied her to the bed and licked her from head to toe. He remembered her coming so hard that she cried. That thought alone had his balls churning and when Rya whispered, "fuck me, daddy" in his ear it sent him over board and he released into her. Rya immediately got to her knees and licked him clean. This led to his next eruption that sent rope after rope of his come down her throat.
Rya curled up next to Church with her head on his shoulder. "Where is Marcellus?"
Church grinned and replied, "Probably doing the same thing we just got finished doing, and what I want to do again right now." Then he entered her in one long swift move. Rya sighed and rode the wave of pleasure to her next orgasm.
Marcellus was still asleep. Darien watched her husband in this unguarded moment. He was relaxed with a look of peace and serenity on his face. What a handsome face, Darien thought. As she continued to look at him she took note of the little freckle on he left side of his nose. She noticed there were no creases in his forehead from stress. She kissed him softly and Marcellus did not move. The urge to pee took over and she moved to get out of bed.
Marcellus's arm snaked out and a caught her around her waist, "where are you going?" He asked sleepily.
"To pee." She felt him loosen his grip and mumble something that sounded like "hurry back."
Through his grogginess, Marcellus heard the shower running. He walked into the bathroom and the sight of Darien naked in the shower caressing her baby bump as she lathered her body made him instantly hard. He opened the shower door and slipped in behind her. He began gently rubbing her belly and kissing the side of her neck. Darien felt his erection snuggle between her ass cheeks and she sighed. This is home, Marcellus thought. This is where my wife is. This is where my children will live. This is where I am going to make love to my wife until she can't take it anymore. This is home. Wherever this woman is, is where my home is. He moved his hands between her legs. He found her magic button and begin to work her into a frenzy. Darien's breathing became heavy. Marcellus recognized the signs. He remembered how much she liked him to play with her pussy. He knew how wet should would get when he worked his fingers deep inside her. Marcellus knew each pant and every moan and what they meant. This was his wife and he was going to spend the rest of the day making love to her.
