Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhodes
I don’t know who moves first, me or her.
I’m ready to push that prick Aaron out of her head for whatever the hell he sent her, because it sure as hell wasn’t just a good luck text.
She doesn’t need to tell me everything for that guy to be on my blacklist. Her reaction alone was enough.
I almost wish he’d try something, come up to her in person.
He’d be out cold before he could get a word out.
I’ve already thrown two punches for Monroe.
What’s another one? Maybe I’ll make a fucking pastime out of knocking the teeth out of anyone who disturbs her peace.
I’m across the table in a second, my fist curling in her hair, tilting her chin up so I can look at her. Her hazel eyes flick to mine, blown wide, her breath coming fast.
“You want this, Monroe? I need to hear you say it every time.” I could get off just to hearing her say it.
Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, and, I swear to God, that alone almost does me in.
“I want this,” she murmurs, pushing against my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, not wasting another second.
I haul her into my arms, her thighs wrapping tight around my waist, and carry her to the living room.
I sit on the couch, bringing her with me so she straddles my lap. Her fingers are in my hair, tugging, while she peppers kisses down my jaw and back up to my mouth, and I try not to behave like a damn animal shoving my tongue down her throat.
Her hands are roaming under my shirt and she’s tugging at the hemline. I reach up to grab the back of my gray sweatshirt and tug it off in one motion. Monroe’s pupils dilate as she stares at my bare chest, hungry. Her gaze roams down and catches on my growing erection.
“You like what you see?” I smirk, flexing my abs and reveling in her returning eye roll before tugging her back to my mouth.
Any time she isn’t fused to my face is almost a waste.
She moans her approval into our kiss, and my cock finishes the jump to stand at attention for her, fully tenting the athletic shorts I’m wearing.
Monroe leans back with a wicked grin, untangling herself from me. My body protests immediately at the loss of her body heat, but gets back on board when she kneels in front of me and quirks up an eyebrow in question.
“Do you want this?” she whispers, tugging at my shorts. Like she even has to ask.
“The answer is always going to be yes, Monroe. And if for some reason the answer is no one day, I want you to kill me because I’ll have lost my fucking mind.
” That earns me a laugh I wish I could bottle up and a quiet, “Just checking,” from my girl before she pushes my shorts and boxers down, allowing me to spring free in front of her face.
“Jesus, you’re huge, Rhodes.” I bask in her approval. I loved hearing it the first time, I love hearing it now. “I mean, I know you are, but still. Damn.”
Monroe grins up at me, and I groan. Her tongue darts out, licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip, and a shiver ripples through my entire body.
I don’t even have time to register before she has my dick down her throat.
I stifle a strangled moan, trying and failing to preserve whatever dignity I might have left.
I shouldn’t even bother. She takes all of it with her anyways.
I stroke her hair. “You’re such a good girl, Monroe. So pretty with my cock in your mouth. I’m going to make you come so hard after this.”
She whimpers at my praise and sucks harder, and I swear I see stars. I’m not going to last if she keeps this pace up, and I refuse to come before she does. I’m a grown man, for Christ’s sake, not a teenager. But I can’t help it—it gets better every time we’re together.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I say, pulling her up and off. She pouts, her lips glistening deliciously, and I tug her in for another kiss. Tasting myself on her mouth is a special brand of ecstasy. “My turn.”
“I wasn’t finished.” She laughs as I flip us over and lay her back down on the couch.
“I’m greedy, Monroe.” I look to her for permission this time.
It’s not fair that I’m fully naked and she’s still completely clothed, and I decide that needs to be rectified immediately.
I slide her shorts off to reveal a skimpy black lace thong and nearly lose it all over her furniture.
This view will never get old. Never. I take a ragged breath before running a finger down her slick center.
Her hips buck into my hands, and I see her reach up to push her shirt out of the way, to play with her tits, pinching and squeezing.
My gaze is locked on her, disheveled and gorgeous.
“How’s the view?” She’s smug, looking down through dark lashes at me, and I stroke her again. The smugness fades and is replaced by need.
“You are perfection, Monroe.”
She runs a hand through my hair, pulling tight at the strands. I slip one finger in her tight pussy and curl it upward, watching her face when I hit the spot I’m looking for. “You like that?”
“Don’t stop,” she pants. Like I’d even dare it. Another finger and I curl again. Her whimpers will no doubt play on repeat in my brain for the rest of my life.
“You’re taking it so well, sweetheart. You want another one?” She nods, writhing beneath me. A third finger slips in and she moans.
“I’m so close,” she whines, and I move them rhythmically in and out of her, her wetness coating my hand. I fist my cock with the other hand and groan with her.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. “This is my favorite taste, did you know that? I think I’m addicted.” She gives me a satisfied smirk before leaning back to give me the most incredible view. I notch myself at her entrance and push into her. Her eyelids flutter.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You can take it.” I palm her breast with one hand and guide her hip up with the other, and I go in another inch. Another breath and I slide the rest of the way in, seated to the hilt. “You feel that?”
She nods her head and whines again. My thumb circles her clit while I pull out and push back in. “You going to come for me, baby?”
“I’m so close, Rhodes. Oh, God.”
I pick up the pace and feel her clenching around me. I’m barely going to last two minutes inside her. I swirl her clit again, applying pressure where I know she needs it.
Her moans turn into a chant—Rhodes, Rhodes, Rhodes.
And that’s what pushes both of us over the edge—my name, a cry on her lips.
She yells out and squeezes tight, riding the wave of her orgasm and I spill into her, fusing her hips to mine.
I hope every single one of her neighbors hears her coming.
Hears her screaming my name while I plunge deep into her.
I’m possessive, and my caveman brain is screaming mine for not the first time in the last few weeks.
It’s not official yet.
But it will be. You don’t recover after a fall like this.
We pant together and I huff a laugh, smiling into the crook of her neck. I’m so gone for her. Our heart rates begin to slow, the sheen of our sweat sticking our skin together. “I’ll get us a towel to clean up,” I murmur.
“In the hall closet,” she whispers back. I have to psych my body up to leave her there so I can grab the towels.
I pad softly down the hall and find the closet. When I locate it, I make quick work of cleaning myself off before I go back to take care of Monroe.
She’s sleepy and sated, lids heavy. I wipe in gentle, even strokes, taking my time, and she shivers at my touch, smiling softly when I toss the towel in the corner of the room. “What a gentleman,” she says. I tuck myself behind her on the couch and pull her to my chest, placing a kiss on her head.
* * * *
The buzz of a phone slices through the early morning quiet like a knife, and I swear to everything holy I am going to throw it out of the window if it doesn’t shut up in the next three seconds.
I reach my arm gently across a sleeping Monroe, trying not to wake her with the jostling, but desperately trying to locate the buzzing so I can turn it off.
She shifts in front of me, snuggling into my chest, my arm slung heavily around her waist, while I reach around for the phone with the other. I feel the steady rise and fall of her chest and she shifts, woken up by the incessant noise.
I’m suddenly furious at a hunk of metal that won’t stop buzzing.
Flashes of the night before run through my head. ‘You’re such a good girl, Monroe. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.’
Words I want to say to her over and over and over again. Tonight, tomorrow. Every day for the rest of my life, if I’m lucky. Monroe groans, her voice thick with sleep. My arm tightens around her stomach. “Rhodes,” she mutters into the arm she’s currently using as a pillow. “Turn it off.”
Right. The phone.
“I can’t find it. Yours or mine?”
“It’s gotta be yours,” she whispers. “Mine’s always on silent.”
With entirely too much effort, I finally shift just enough to grab the vibrating phone from under the couch and tap the side button to stop the buzzing.
“Yep, mine,” I confirm, stifling a yawn and scoff. “Also, that’s not safe. What if there’s an emergency?”
With the sound silenced, we relax into each other again. “There’s nobody that needs to get a hold of me that badly,” she says, matter-of-fact.
That thought pisses me off, and for the second time this morning, I’m irritated. “Okay, well. You just found yourself one.” I grab her phone from the coffee table and use her face to open it, finding my contact.
“What are you doing?” She makes a grab for the phone but I hold it out of reach.
“Rhodes McKnight,” I say, reading my contact name.
“Boring.” I change my name to McKnight In Shining Armor and tap the ‘make emergency contact’ button, adding all my relevant information.
Phone number, address, clicking yes on ‘call after severe crash’.
Once I’m satisfied that a first responder could get ahold of me in an emergency, I give her phone back.