Chapter 3 #2
Turning to see the look on my friends’ faces was a punch in the gut. Sanders, a guy I’d gone to high school with and reconnected with over the years when I found myself in need of a best friend, handed me a shot of tequila with a pitiful expression.
I blame the need to stroke my ego after that mockery for what I did next.
Without thinking twice, I turned toward the bar and headed toward the first woman who caught my eye.
A head of dark brown hair cascaded down her back, concealing the thin strap of the yellow and white polka dot bikini she wore underneath the denim shorts that barely covered her as.
A thin waist, wide hips, a round ass and those goddamn thighs would be perfect for grabbing onto as I ate her out.
Something I was planning to do the first chance I got.
There was no denying this chick was hot, and if she was here, then it meant she was looking for a good time. Unless she had a boyfriend. Fuck, I hoped she didn’t have a boyfriend.
I didn’t hesitate. That she might have been there with someone was something I could deal with after the fact.
The only thing I thought of was Indy flaunting her new fiancé in my fucking face.
I reached the chick in no time, wrapping my arm around her lower back as I spun her toward me and pressed my lips to hers.
I found myself needing to explain, afraid that if I said too much, I’d scare her away. Instead, I whispered softly against her mouth as my tongue traced her lips. “Please don’t scream. I promise I will explain.”
I heard her gasp, though the soft sound was swallowed as my lips crashed against hers. I wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest, but instead of her pushing me away like I’d expected, she melted into me, her lips meeting my assault head on.
She tasted like strawberries, sweet and fruity, probably like the drink she was ordering.
“Jase,” Monroe said, bringing me back out of my thoughts and to the more pressing matter—the sinfully sexy woman on my lap who was begging me to fuck her raw.
There was no hesitation. No second-guessing myself, even if deep down I probably knew it was a bad idea. The only thing I thought of was how fucking incredible Monroe Bishop would feel wrapped around my cock as I thrust into her and fucked her like no man ever had.
There was a history between us, plenty of reasons to stop this before it was too late, though none of them felt good enough.
It was one night. No strings, no regrets. It’s what we’d agreed. So instead of telling her we should probably stop, I did the only thing I’d been dying to do since we got back to my hotel room.
I kissed her at the same time I shoved my cock inside her, swallowing the scream of carnal pleasure she let out.
Some would call it fate that we were in the same place at the right time. All I know is that it was the perfect opportunity to take something I never thought could be mine.
The sun streamed in from the hotel window through the blinds I must have forgotten to close last night.
Sunlight illuminated the disheveled room, specks of dust visible as they floated in the air like snowflakes falling in the winter.
My head was throbbing, and my mouth ran dry, but one thing stood out in particular.
My cock was achingly hard, and it had nothing to do with the satin sheets rubbing against my naked flesh.
No, it had everything to do with the naked woman whose leg was currently straddled across my thigh, her warm center rubbing against me.
I could almost feel the slick wetness pooled between her lips as she slowly moved against me.
She was asleep, yet even in her sleep, Monroe Bishop was a fucking dream. I heard her breathing turn unsteady as she ground against me, completely unaware of what she was doing.
Last night had been one of the best fucking nights of my life.
Monroe wasn’t just incredibly beautiful and sexy.
She was dangerously addicting. A combination of girl-next-door, hidden behind the delicate tattoos that decorated her skin and made her look tough on the outside.
Deep down, she was kind and gentle, thoughtful and passionate.
Don’t be mistaken. The seductress in her, a naughty little minx who was unaware of how tempting she could be, was in there too.
Specifically, in the way her hips ground against me as she rode me, only minutes after her lips were wrapped around my cock as I relentlessly fucked her mouth.
My cock throbbed at the memory. Yep, dangerously addictive, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d be craving her for the rest of my life.
The slow and steady beat of her heart vibrated against my chest as her head snuggled in closer to me. She was fully asleep, and as much as I wanted to once again be inside her, I would not take advantage of her like this.
“Moonshine,” I whispered against her head. I had no idea where that name came from, only that once I said it, I knew it was perfect for her.
Monroe had an aura of darkness that lingered around her.
Not because she was a bad person. In all honesty, she was one of the kindest, smartest, over all best people I knew.
Though it was her past, her pain and grief, and all the misfortunes she had to overcome that marked her.
Scars that never healed instead were faultily stitched together, ready to tear at the seams with the slightest tug.
She’d lost her mother and father at such a young age, taken in by her oldest brother, who did the best he could, though could never fully replace the gaping hole the abandonment of her parents left in her.
Slowly, one by one, her brothers distanced themselves from this town.
It had been nothing but trouble for them, only coming back every so often except my ex-best friend Nash, who stayed gone longer than he should’ve for other reasons.
Somehow, she was still one of the brightest souls I'd ever come across. Those who knew Monroe Bishop knew her as a light at the end of a dark tunnel. A glistening light illuminating a dark path. She provided the comfort, warmth and kindness everyone craved, but was never shown to her.
She’d been around my family for a long time, but it took me far longer than it should’ve to see past the walls she kept up for everyone else and through to the vulnerable, broken girl she truly was.
I tried my hardest not to make any noise or sudden movements, but as her body shifted, her eyes slowly opened to reveal the mesmerizing dark blue sapphires that sparkled when she spoke, I had to break the awkward silence that was to come.
“As much as I want to be inside you, darling, comatose is not my kink.”
Monroe sat up abruptly, her hand flying to her head in a flurry. I’m sure it throbbed from the copious amounts of tequila she’d ingested the night before, or worse, the regret that was about to hit her like a wave of icy water crawling up her spine and paralyzing her with guilt.
Without saying a word, she leapt out of bed, taking the sheet with her once she realized she was completely naked.
Bending forward and giving me a glimpse of her perfect bare ass, since she would never locate her thong which was currently tucked into the pocket of my jeans, she plucked her skirt from the floor, struggling to slip into it with one hand as she held the sheet against her body with the other.
She slid it up to her waist before bending down to pick up the shirt that was now a tattered mess of fabric on the floor.
“Sorry about that. Might’ve been a little too eager to get you out of it,” I joked, but she didn’t find it funny in the slightest. Instead, her cold blue eyes glared daggers in my direction.
I’d torn the small shirt, if you could even call it a shirt, when we first got back to the room. It’s what made her order me to sit down and watch her strip out of the rest of her clothing.
Holding the shirt up in front of her, she stared at the tattered mess, and the glare she threw my way spoke volumes. She cursed herself and looked around the room until she came across my plain white T-shirt thrown over the small armchair at the edge of the window.
Careful not to drop the sheet, she walked over to the window, pulled the shirt off of the chair, and slipped it over her head. She paused, one arm halfway through the sleeve of the T-shirt as she spoke. “I have to get out of here.”
I was tempted to joke with her, but something about the way she stared at me made me think that was a bad idea. I wasn't typically this playful, but something about Monroe kept making me do things I wouldn't typically do.
“You don’t have to sneak out,” I said, as I sat up slowly and rubbed my hand over my face and through the overgrown stubble.
I tried to stay as clean-shaven as possible, but as the memory of my beard rubbing against her inner thighs flashed in my mind, I’m not sure I’d ever shave it off.
I could still smell her on me. The sweet and musky scent of her arousal coated my skin, lips and tongue.
“Yes, I do. I need to get out of here. This was…Oh God, what did I do?” She said in a panic as she paced back and forth in a desperate attempt to understand what had occurred here last night.
I hadn’t thought she was drunk enough not to remember.
I masked my unease again with unsolicited humor. “Yeah, you cried out the Almighty Father's name a few times last night, if I recall correctly. Though not as many times as you screamed out mine.”
She cringed, unable to look me in the eye as she continued to look for her things. “Right, well, that’s never going to happen again. We were drunk, and I think it’s best if we don’t make this more complicated than it has to be.”
I wanted to agree with her, but something in her expression darkened, a flicker of emotion I wasn’t quite sure how to explain.
Now fully dressed, in her skirt and my T-shirt that looked way too fucking good on her and made me feel some type of way, she reached for her small purse.
Her eyes went wide in horror when she looked up at me and realized I was still fully naked, but I saw a glimpse of desire flash in them before she looked away.
She tossed the sheet toward me, but I didn’t shield my naked body with it.
I liked the way her skin flushed as she gazed my way in her periphery, even if she wanted to pretend she wasn’t looking.
“You’re Bailey’s brother,” she muttered as she turned and ran out the room.