Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
SHAW
As soon as Monroe’s cell rang, an alert set mine off. When I shut down her location and data collection, I cloned her phone for a situation such as this. I told myself it was to protect her, but it was more than that. It was my fascination with learning everything there is to know about her.
When she googled me this morning, my chest expanded painfully with delight. She was searching out information about who I was before owning this ranch and what I do now.
Watching Monroe sit in the rain, reading, and comforting my damn cow, you’d never know she was a pageant queen.
From everything I’ve seen about her online, she’s anticipated to be this year’s Miss America.
But after reading so many articles and fan comments, I don’t understand how she handles the pressure—until I recall watching her dance.
She kept insisting that ballet wasn’t just a talent to her. Now, I recognize it as an escape. It’s her safe place.
Noticing her back stiffen when she holds her phone to her ear, I realize it must be her mother on the other end. Quickly standing, I rush outside before the vile bitch can cause any more damage to her daughter's precarious emotional stability.
As I approach, she senses I’m behind her and hands me the phone before walking away.
“What the fuck is your problem, bitch?” My temper won’t allow me to hold my tongue.
“You!” Helen screeches, and I cringe at the noise. “You have turned her against me! I’ll show her and you! Marilyn is coming back home, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I snort. “Fucking try me. You’ve exploited and used Monroe for the very last time. When I’m finished with you, you won’t be going anywhere but prison. You can tell Alton the same fucking thing.” Hanging up, I shove the device into my pocket and stride over to Monroe.
Gripping her shoulders, I say nothing, nor do I allow her to make a sound before slamming my lips over hers. I’ve found that when I kiss her, touch her, show her what she deserves, she isn’t so hard on herself.
I pull Monroe in as close to me as I can and devour her mouth, swallowing her surprised gasp, and reveling in her inviting moan of excitement. I can’t get enough of this woman, and soon, I pick her up in my arms, completely drenched, and carry her away.
I swore to her I would wait for as long as she needed, but I find I’ve lied. I can’t. Hell, I don’t fucking want to. I want to bury myself inside her innocent little pussy and stay there forever.
“Shaw.” She inhales my name as we’re forced to break apart or suffocate. Her delicate hands cup my jaw as I enter the house and head straight for the stairs, not stopping to remove our soaked clothing.
Taking the steps two at a time, I bypass her door and kick mine shut once we’ve entered. I don’t say a thing; she’ll tell me no if she doesn’t want this as much as I do.
Letting go of her legs, Monroe slides down my body until her feet hit the floor. I shed my coat and shirt before tackling my boots. The sound of her jacket dropping on the rug causes me to look up and see she’s begun stripping off her own clothes.
Forgetting my pants, I step forward, and instantly, our mouths clash again. My heart beats out of my chest, and I can’t curb my triumphant groan as her nails dig into my back, drawing me closer to her.
Helping her with her shirt and discarding her bra, I drop to my knees to pull off her shoes, then tackle her pants. As soon as Monroe’s naked, I take her down to the bed. Not nearly as gentle as I would have liked either, but she doesn’t seem to mind my lack of control.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “Monroe, tell me no now if you don’t want this. I’m only so strong anymore.”
She parts her thighs in invitation, remaining silent.
Standing, I make quick work of shedding my pants before ripping off her thong and falling between her thighs. Her sweet honeysuckle and lilac scent draws me in until my face is buried between her lips.
Monroe’s hands brush through my hair, yanking strands as I lick and suck her sweet nectar. Her thighs try to tighten around my head, so I press them flat against the bed, opening her up for further exploration with my tongue.
“Shaw, I can’t…” Her breath hitches, and her body grows taut. I mercilessly nibble on the small bundle of nerves at her center until she screams and claws at my shoulders, trying to pull me away.
Gazing upwards, I notice Monroe’s eyes on me as I take one last long lick up the middle of her pussy. Swallowing her juices, I crawl up her body, leaving small love bites as I go. My dick throbs fiercely, waiting for its turn to sink into her sinful core.
“Tell me what you want, Monroe,” I moan into her ear, kissing along her neck. My dick has no trouble finding what it wants as I press against her sex, humping slowly between her lips, mimicking what we’ve both been craving.
The air grows heavy with anticipation as Monroe whispers, “Make love to me, Shaw.”