"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing his way slowly back to her mouth.

He didn't give her a chance to answer. Not that she really could at the moment.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck you or let you go?" he asked hoarsely as his fingers slowly slid inside, drawing out her pleasure. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me to go or tell me to-"

"Marybeth?" Aidan suddenly said, cutting Darrin off and giving her a chance to clear her lust dazed mind and think straight.

"Thank God," she mumbled, opening her eyes and- Realized that she was possibly the biggest bitch that had ever walked the face of the planet when she peered up into Darrin's eyes and saw just how much he loved her and just how much she'd been hurting him.

"Please don't do this, Marybeth," he whispered hoarsely.

"Please get off me," she whispered back weakly, shifting her gaze so that she didn't have to see the hurt in his eyes as she made what was probably going to end up being the biggest mistake of her life.

"Marybeth?" Aidan called her name again as Darrin slowly climbed off her and she forced herself to get off that bed and walk towards that hotel room door as her tee shirt dropped back into place. Taking a deep breath, and praying that Darrin would forgive her one day, she opened the door.

"I managed to talk the pharmacy into giving me a few needles to replace the ones that broke in your bag as well as replace the vial of B12 that was destroyed," he explained as he handed her over a white paper bag.

"Thank you," she managed to say, wondering how she could sound so calm at a moment like this.

"You haven't seen Danny have you?" he absently asked around a yawn as he pulled out his phone and checked a text message.

"No," she said, wondering if she could actually do this.

"Do you guys want to grab breakfast?" he asked, frowning down at his phone only to shake his head and shove his phone back in his pocket a few seconds later.

She cleared her throat. "I think we're good."

"Okay," he said, nodding absently in that way that most Bradfords did when they were considering their food options.

"The buffet down the street is probably still serving breakfast," she pointed out to buy herself a few more precious seconds.

"True," he said, sounding thoughtful even as he turned around and headed back towards the elevator doors, instantly forgetting her existence in typical Bradford fashion and making her realize that her time was finally up.

Darrin was right, she decided as she slowly shut the door. It was time to end this game.

Knowing that that there was no point in putting this off any longer, she turned around and faced that man that she'd hadn't realized until moments ago that she'd been hurting so much, and said the one thing that would set them free.

"Fuck me."

Chapter 29.

"No," he said, crossing his arms over his chest in the hopes that the move would stop him from jumping off the bed and jumping her as he glared at the woman that was determined to drive him out of his fucking mind.

"No?" she asked, frowning adorably in confusion as she shifted her attention from his face down to the large angry erection sticking out of the front of his boxers, trying to get her attention before she looked back up.

"No," he said, shaking his head as he silently cursed the large pink bastard poking out his drawers, trying to ruin everything. Fucking weak bastard, he silently cursed his cock as it jerked hard in a desperate attempt to reclaim Marybeth's attention.

"You don't want to have sex?" she asked with a coy little smile as she pointedly looked at the fucking traitor who was more than willing to say the hell with everything and take what she was offering, no questions asked.

"We both know that I'd love nothing more than to shove you against that door, rip your shorts off and fuck you until our legs gave out and I was forced to fuck you on the floor, but I won't," he explained, completely agreeing with his cock when it jerked approvingly when a dark blush crept up Marybeth's neck and face as she hungrily licked her lips.

"W-why not?" she asked, going ahead and licking those soft full lips that he remembered fondly wrapping around his cock and- Christ, he really needed to focus.

"Because my offer ended the second that you left this bed. If you want a future with me then you're going to have to be the one to make the next move, because I'm not going to give you another excuse to hide behind."

Frowning, she said, "I've never-"

"Don't," he said, cutting her off. "No matter what you say or think, we both know that you never really planned on walking away. That was just the bullshit that you told yourself, because you wouldn't let yourself want more. You knew that one day I'd get sick of this bullshit arrangement of yours and take matters into my own hands, giving you the excuse that you needed to take what you wanted."

"And what exactly did I want?" she asked with that stubborn glint in her eye that he loved so much.

"Me," he said firmly with a look that dared her to lie to him. "You needed me to take the choice out of your hands, because you couldn't stand the idea of taking away the life you thought I deserved. If that's what you needed so that we could be together that's fine. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe, Marybeth, now and always, but I need you to make the next move. I need you to make this choice."

For a long moment she stood there, watching him as he sat there, praying that he hadn't just fucked this up and gave her the final push. After a lifetime of waiting for her, he was tired of chasing after her, but if that's what she needed in order to accept what was between them, then that's exactly what he would do. He'd never give her up and they both knew it.

Her beautiful lips pulled up into a smile as she took the final steps that would bring her to him. "I believe I already made my decision," she said, brushing back her long black hair as she leaned down and- He released a vicious growl as Marybeth took his cock in her mouth and gently sucked the tip. Licking his lips, he watched as she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled away so that she could trace the tip of his cock with her tongue.

"Is this an acceptable answer?" she asked with a teasing smile as she slowly stroked his cock.

"It will do," he groaned, licking his lips as he watched her take his cock back in her mouth.

"Did you miss me, Darrin?" the little tease asked as she allowed his cock to slip free from her lips so that she could run her tongue along the underside of his cock.

"Every fucking minute," he growled as he reached over, grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, forcing her to release her hold on his cock.

Before her shirt hit the floor, he had her on her back and was tearing off her shorts. His mouth went dry when he saw just how wet she was. Mesmerized by the sight before him, he ran the back of his knuckles gently over her slit and nearly came when Marybeth followed the action by shifting her hips. He continued teasing her as he ran his eyes over her soft stomach, up to her large breasts, tipped with butterscotch nipples and then finally up to her beautiful face.

When she reached for him, he brushed his knuckles against her wet slit one last time before he went to her, eager to feel her arms wrapped around him and- "I love you, Darrin," she whispered, saying the words that he'd been dying to hear for what seemed like an eternity.

As he felt the last thread of his self-control snap, he could only pray that she found it in her heart to forgive him.

"Darrin? Dar-oh, God!" she moaned, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt the first swipe of his tongue across her slit.

"So fucking good," he growled, which seemed to be the only thing that he was capable of doing since she'd told him that she loved him.

Well, that and losing control, she mused, gasping when she felt the tip of his tongue flick over her clit. She gripped the pillow tighter as she shifted her knees further apart to give him better access, still struggling to fully understand how three simple words could make a somewhat rational man, he was a Bradford after all, lose control like this.

She'd barely managed to tell him the three words that she'd been keeping to herself for so long when she suddenly found herself flipped over onto her stomach, pulled up onto her hands and knees and Darrin's mouth between her legs, devouring her. She vaguely thought about stopping him and asking him slow down so that they could draw this out, but she couldn't force herself to do it. After a month of cold baths, horrible Lifetime movies and taking up and failing at over a dozen hobbies to distract herself from just how much she'd missed him, there was no way that she was going to say or do anything to stop this.

"So fucking wet," he said in that growl that had her toes curling in pleasure as he slowly slid a finger inside her.

"Darrin, please!" she begged with absolutely no shame as she pushed back against his finger.

Instead of answering her, he pressed a kiss against her bottom and added a second finger, making her wonder if he was trying to torment her to get back at her for the past six years. Not that she could blame him, she thought even as she decided that she would wring his damn neck if he didn't move his ass and- "Fuck," he groaned long and loud as he suddenly slid inside her, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion.

She'd forgotten just how good he felt, she realized as he pulled back and slowly slid back inside her as he gripped her hips, keeping her locked in place. Her grip on her pillow tightened as she tried to push back, desperate for more, but he wouldn't let her move. He kept her locked in place as he buried himself inside her.

She couldn't believe that she'd survived an entire month without him. She'd missed him so much. Most days it had taken everything that she had along with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a bag of Hershey Kisses to stop herself from hunting him down and wrapping her arms around him. Even though she loved him, more than anything, he was first and foremost her best friend and up until a month ago she'd never gone a day without talking to him before.

"Come here," he growled, making her shiver as he suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her back and slid back inside her, all before she could manage to take her next breath.

When she reached for him, he came willingly with a smile on his handsome face. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes as she savored the feel of him in her arms. "Don't ever leave me again," she whispered, sure that she wouldn't survive the next time.

"I won't," he swore, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her close. "Never again."

"And don't ever withhold sex from me again or I'm going for your balls the next time," she decided to add just to make sure that they were on the same page.

He chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him. Smiling, she cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him as she shifted her hips and pushed back, moving just enough on him to hit all the right places. Darrin groaned as he moved his hands down her body and cupped her bottom, encouraging her to ride him.

"I'm never letting you go, Marybeth," he promised and for the first time in her life, those words didn't make her want to cry.

Chapter 30.

"You really need to let me go, Darrin," his inconsiderate wife said as she squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to get away from him, which of course was rather insulting after she'd just made him promise never to let her go less than an hour ago.

"No," he said, tightening his hold around her as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer, intent on basking in the afterglow of victory, but it seemed that the frustrating woman that he loved more than anything was intent on trying to escape their love.

"Darrin-"

"Shhh, not while I'm sleeping," he whispered mockingly as he reached up and gently pat her head.

"Look, you freakishly big bastard," his loving wife said, slapping away his hand, "I'm hungry and I need to use the bathroom. So, if you don't remove those freakishly large arms so that I can go to the bathroom and maybe scrounge around in my bag for a bag of peanuts or something to eat before I die of starvation, I will kill you!"

Sighing heavily and making sure to sound put out, he released his hold on her, mostly because that demonic thing she did with her voice at the end there kind of freaked him out. "Fine," he said, with another sigh as he rolled over onto his back and gestured benevolently towards the bathroom, "go."

Muttering some unkind words that he chose to ignore, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up while he lay there, contemplating grabbing her and snuggling back up since he'd been comfortable when the angry little woman reminded him of something very important.

"Those snacks had better be there when I get back," she snapped, sounding unreasonably cranky when all he'd done was keep his word to her and ignore her pleas to be released for the past thirty minutes.

"I'm going back to sleep," he said, rolling back onto his stomach and hugged his pillow as he closed his eyes.

"I'm serious," she said and he didn't need to open his eyes to know that the angry little thing was still standing by the bed, glaring down at him.

"Mmmhmmm," he mumbled sleepily as he made a show of trying to go to sleep.

"I'm serious, Darrin. Don't touch my snacks. I'm starving."

He didn't bother answering her since lying to her would only bite him in the ass later. Instead, he laid there waiting for her to give up glaring at him and storm off to the bathroom where she would most likely end up taking a quick shower, giving him a little more time to do what needed to be done. Sure enough, a few minutes later he heard the unmistakable sounds of the shower being turned on, but he didn't make his move.

Not yet.

He lay there feigning sleep as he waited for it. Thankfully she didn't make him wait long before she was quietly opening the door and poking her head out, making sure that her precious snacks were still safe.

"Darrin?" she whispered, sounding unsure. "Are you awake?"

He kept his eyes closed and his breaths even as he waited for her to close the door, but after a minute it became obvious that she didn't trust him, which was pretty damn insulting. He listened as she did her best to tiptoe quietly across the room, pick up all the snacks that were now rightfully his, at least in his opinion they were, and tiptoe back to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. When he heard the lock click in place he couldn't help but shake his head as he opened his eyes and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"So little trust," he muttered as he walked over to his bag and grabbed the paperclip off the welcome packet the hotel had handed them at check-in.

Sighing with disgust, because she really should have known better, he straightened the paperclip, slid it inside the pinhole and popped the lock. She clearly didn't want the snacks, he decided as he tossed the ruined paperclip aside and pushed the door open, deciding that if she really wanted them she would have found a better way to protect them. When he spotted the snacks sitting on the counter, unprotected and unloved, he reached for them and- "You have a choice to make, Mr. Bradford," Marybeth said, intriguing him enough to make him pause in mid-thievery. "You can either take all those snacks and devour them or you can join me in here and I'll do that thing with my tongue that you love so much."

Swallowing hard, he shifted his gaze away from the precious snacks that needed him and looked at the silhouetted form of his wife as she ran her hands over her breasts and stomach. Licking his lips, he looked back at the small pile of chocolate cakes, candy bars and bags of chips and then back to his wife.

His stomach growled, casting its vote around the same time that his cock jerked hard against his stomach, desperate to feel Marybeth's talented tongue gliding over it as she took him in her mouth and sucked him dry.

Shit!

Snacks or a blowjob?

Or perhaps he could have both, he thought hopefully as he reached for the snacks.

"Don't even think about it," the evil woman said, sounding amused as he was faced with one of the toughest decisions of his life.

His cock jerked against his stomach again, demanding that he move his ass, but he refused to be rushed. There had to be a way around this. Then again, maybe he could have one now and the other after her shower, he wondered hopefully as he glanced back at the shower.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual as he asked, "And if I were to pick the snacks?"

"You'd be bunking with one of your brothers for the rest of this trip," she calmly explained while any other woman would probably have thrown something at his head, insulted that he hadn't jumped at the chance to be with her, but not his Marybeth. She'd grown up alongside them and understood the dilemma that he faced probably better than anyone.

When Marybeth turned off the shower and stepped out a few minutes later, he was still standing there, shifting his attention between Marybeth and the snacks as he struggled to make a decision. She didn't say anything as she dried off. She simply stood there, shaking her head and sighing until finally she was done.

"Pathetic," she mumbled with a sigh as she dropped the towel, grabbed two of the chocolate fudge cakes and headed for the bed, leaving him standing there staring longingly at the snacks that she'd left behind.

He couldn't just abandon them, he realized with a shake of his head. He just couldn't do that. He glanced over his shoulder, spotted his wife on the bed and- "What the hell are you doing?" he asked with a frown as he watched his wife unwrap one of the tasty morsels, lie back and place the small treat between her breasts.

"Making you a snack," she said as she opened up the second treat, turned it over and pressed it against her right nipple before she pulled it away, leaving behind a chocolate fudge coated nipple and then did the same to the other nipple. When both nipples were covered in chocolate frosting, she placed the treat right below her navel.

"Oh...God...," he muttered, stumbling forward as his eyes shifted anxiously from one tasty treat to the next as his over-stimulated mind tried to decide where to start first. When she solved the problem for him by spreading her legs and giving him an inviting smile that he was powerless to ignore, he decided then and there that marriage to the love of his life definitely had its benefits.

"We should get going," she forced herself to say, because it seemed like the polite thing to do since they'd come on this trip to spend time with his family, but they both knew that if he stopped what he was doing that she would most likely kill him.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled approvingly as she reached forward, grabbed onto the edge of the small round table and held on.