Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
SHAW
Monroe is blindingly beautiful; it should almost be illegal. And yet, with her covered in dark dye, an ugly towel wrapped around her shoulders, and plastic covering her head, I’ve never seen her look more stunning.
I overheard her and Mindy talking while in my office, and when Monroe said horses were terrifying, I immediately knew what we would be doing tonight. She’ll get that mountain sunset and first experience riding.
Mindy is right; Monroe will be gorgeous atop a calm mare, and I have just the one in mind when she’s ready to ride on her own.
He’s an older quarter horse named Miles, brought with me from Texas.
A mild-mannered stud I’ve never had issues with.
With his nearly black mane and tail, I think Monroe will enjoy the beast.
As soon as the hairstylist mentioned love, I knew Monroe would internally freak out, so I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and kiss her.
Sucking her lip into my mouth, I nibble on her gently until her hands reach out for me.
It’s when Monroe touches me that I know she’s into it.
She isn’t just lost to the sensations; she's an active participant. Her innocent little tongue plays with mine, and my cock twitches, protesting the confines in which I’m forced to keep it.
Much as I want to take this sultry girl to bed, I know she isn’t ready for it yet.
Soon. When she's unafraid of any consequences. But not yet.
Slowly drawing back from her, I can’t help but grin when she follows me, unwilling to lose contact. It’s progress. Slow, but I’ll take it.
“I want to take you riding tonight. Have a picnic in the hills. Watch the sunset.”
“I think I’d like that.” For the first time since she arrived, I get a full-blown smile from Monroe that reaches her eyes and illuminates her face.
“Fuck are you gorgeous when you smile and mean it.” My thumb catches her lip, and her tongue peeks out to lick the tip.
Now it’s my turn to groan. “I’ll be back when you’re done here.
” She nods as Mindy returns with a small bag in her hand.
“Have fun, ladies.” Turning away, I discreetly try to adjust my aching dick from view, but I’m pretty sure I fail when Monroe sighs.
Concentrating on work has been a bust all afternoon, and I’m not sure how I’ll get a damn thing done until I’ve lost myself in that woman’s body. She’s all I think about anymore.
Staring at my computer screen, I’m not sure how much time passes while listening to Mindy talk on and on.
She’s trying to fill the void of silence from Monroe, and honestly, I get it.
She’s probably used to chatty clients, but that’s not how my girl works.
Monroe genuinely enjoys the quiet in a way I don’t think many can.
Her life has been a series of frantic events—one after the other.
And if I had to guess, peace and quiet have been a rarity to her.
With nothing but silence surrounding her here now, I guess I'll often wonder if Monroe enjoys it as much as she did when she first arrived. Living in such isolation isn’t for everyone, and with the nearest town thirty or so minutes away and no neighbors for miles, it might drive her to boredom and restlessness.
“Knock, knock.” My head quickly pops up at the subdued sound of Monroe’s voice. The transformation is magnificent.
Her once light, lengthy locks are now darker, with subtle hints of blonde, and a few inches shorter. She looks like a completely different woman.
One I find myself even more attracted to.
“Wow,” I mumble as I stand, slowly striding towards her. Mindy watches from the kitchen as I reach Monroe and pull her closer. The other woman’s knowing smirk is unmistakable as I close the door with my foot.
“Do you like it?” Monroe’s uncertain tone catches my attention.
Backing her against the door, I pin her body with mine, my eyes feasting upon her features. Her energy already appears lighter from the simple yet impactful change.
Brushing hair away from her neck, I don’t wait for permission to bury my face in the column of her throat. “You look stunning,” I whisper the words in her ear before kissing along her jaw.
Reaching down, I grip her thighs and slide her up the door, pressing my hardened length against her core. I hold her stare and slowly simulate the act of sex, needing to see her eyes to gauge her interest properly.
My body burns with desire, and when I finally catch the matching inferno in her gaze, I groan so deeply in my chest that she feels the vibrations.
“One day,” I hiss, catching sight of her pounding pulse. “We’re doing this. I’m going to be rocking back and forth inside your sweet body until we’re both lost in oblivion.”
“Shaw.” Her husky tone says far more than any words ever could. She wants everything I just promised but is afraid to voice it. Afraid to take something for herself and not consider what anyone will say or do. I don’t blame her, but I’ll work my hardest to change her mindset.
“Ready for that ride now?” She needs a change of subject to avoid feeling pressured, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it.”
Slowly letting her feet touch the ground, I tease her with, “Guess you’ll have to ride with me,” before pulling the door open and guiding her behind me out to the barn.