Chapter 7 Fiona
Fiona
The bar’s not too busy tonight and I find a seat at the long slab of wood. Slipping onto the stool, I rap my knuckles on the wood and the bartender turns to me.
“What’s up, Fee? You’re not usually here during the week.”
“I’m meeting someone.”
“Okay. Well, what can I get you?”
“Can I get a wine cooler?”
The bartender laughs. “Still can’t handle the hard stuff, Fee?”
Rolling my eyes, I hook my purse over the back of the chair. “Yeah, yeah. Comes from being pocket-size I guess.”
“Most people wouldn’t admit to that.”
Grinning, I grab the bottle and take a swig, enjoying the icy fruit bite. “How am I going to hide the fact that I can barely see over the top of my steering wheel.”
He chuckles and drops a napkin in front of me and takes my card. Or tries to. Another hand pops up beside me and hands him a car. “The lady’s with me. I’ll take care of that,” a deep voice growls.
With a raised brow, he backs away and grunts. “Got it.”
Glancing over at the seat next to me, I grin. “What was that all about?”
“Nothing. Just guy stuff.”
“Guy stuff huh?” I take another sip of my drink and eye his flushed face. “Why does it seem like two bulls eyeing each other up and trying to figure out how to gore each other?”
Now it’s his turn to snort as he sits down. “You’ve got a funny way of putting things, Fee. I gotta say. I like it. No bullshit with you.”
Cocking a brow, I purse my lips. “That’s a lot of bull flying back and forth.”
He turns to face me and moves so his big thighs cage in my legs. Then he leans forward and takes my chin in his calloused fingers, darting his index finger up to caress my lip before he leans in and kisses me gently, firmly.
Fireworks blast behind my closed eyelids and I grin slightly, my lips opening under his.
He takes full advantage and his tongue parts my lips enough to sneak inside. He licks my tongue, my teeth, every part of my mouth that he can reach.
Until… “Uh-ummm.”
I don’t know which brother is standing there but he lifts and brow and hands Monroe a beer. “If you’re gonna try and swallow her tongue, man. Take that shit outside. This is a classy place.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit back and sip my drink, then run my frosty bottle up my fire engine red cheeks. It barely puts a dent in the heat that man brings.
“You’re killing me, Monroe.”
“Not as much as you’re killing me, Fee.” He leans closer and his lips nibble my ear as he whispers, “I could eat you out right here and now even with an audience.”
Shuddering, I close my eyes. But I can still feel his heat, the intensity of the man. It’s overpowering.
Even the cologne he wears is dark and dangerous. Spicy and sweet. Two sides of the same coin.
Intoxicating. And underneath that scent is something even more overwhelming. The manly smell of Monroe.
If some woman bottled that stuff, they could sell it by the boatload. I drag in a deep breath and let it wash over me, soothe me.
Turn me on like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“You sure are pretty, Fee. I’ve never seen eyes like yours.”
Smiling, I lean on my elbow and watch him. His dark eyes are sleepy and dark with desire.
The same desire that’s curling in my belly like the best whiskey warming me from the inside out.
He grunts and leans into me, breathing deep. “I love the way you smell. Like sweet flowers and candy. You’re like the literal version of the scent of Valentine’s.”
Choking on a giggle, I slip my hand down to touch his, my fingers dancing across his palm when he turns it up. “That has to be the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“But true,” he chuckles.
“You’re quite the smooth talker, Monroe Stephens.”
His firm lips curl in a slow smile that makes my toes curl in my high-heel boots.
I wanted to look good so I wore my favorite knee-high boots and a deep burgundy skirt that swayed around my hips.
The soft burgundy and gold sweater hugs my curves and frames one of my best assets according to my cousin.
His eyes fall to my boobs and it’s like they’re locked in for good. He licks his lips and I groan.
He leans in again and his breath warms my ear and I shiver, closing my eyes.
“I want to bury my face in those pretty mounds and kiss every inch of them. Every inch of you.”
Heat washes over me like a furnace blast. Palming my cheeks, I fight the flames. Grasping my drink, I take a huge sip and eye him over the top of the drink.
“Do you want to come back home with me?”
He doesn’t even hesitate. He throws a twenty on the bar for a tip and grabs hold of my elbow, helping me down.
Then he hustles me out the door so fast that I don’t see a soul that I know. Just him.
“Follow me back.” He nods and bends down to kiss me, hard and fast. Then he steps back and I dart around him and out the door.
This might be the longest drive of my life, no matter how short it is.
We slip in the door and I turn to him and before I can say a word, he pushes me up against the wall. Gasping, I groan when his lips catch mine and he growls, drinking in my sighs and running his tongue over my lips and down my throat, nibbling and sucking.
“I could make a meal out of you, Fee. I’d never get full either. I’d never want to stop.”
He’s not kidding. He nips and sucks at my skin, dragging my sweater over my head and letting it fall to the floor. His big hands come up and he delicately lifts my full breasts, his cheeks flushing as he licks his lips again.
His dark eyes flash and he growls again, leaning down to nibble and suckle through my pale blue silk bra, wetting the fabric until it’s barely there. You can see straight through it. He groans and his fingers pull and pluck at my other nipple as he grinds his hips into mine.
“Shit,” I groan, my head falling back into the door. The soft thump barely penetrates the haze of lust that’s rolling over me like a tidal wave.
“Lord, you’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t believe that anything like you really exists. You’re a fucking goddess straight out of myth and legend.”
I giggle and groan at the same time as his lips trace the curve of my hips as he drops to his knees in front of me. His calloused palms glide up the side of my hips as he drags my skirt up, breathing fast and heavy.
My hips shift as his mouth closes on the front of my matching blue silk panties.
He glances up at me as he tongues the wet fabric, his brow lifted. I nod my head and he groans and drags them down my hips and to the floor. Before I can even think, he’s under my skirt and I feel the warmth of his tongue lapping at my folds.
“Oh shit,” I hiss out. I look down but all I see is his feet and legs coming out from underneath my skirt. It’s a weird thing to see that and then feel his mouth close on my pussy, his tongue pushing inside my folds as he sucks and nips and growls.
My head falls back and my eyes close. All I can do is feel. Feel the warmth of his mouth, the sharp nip of his teeth and the sudden push of his finger inside me, parting me and twisting until he finds a spot on the wall of my pussy that has my hips pushing forward.
Moaning, I fight the intensity overtaking me, driving me up, up, up until I can’t see, can’t hear. Everything’s white.
Pleasure breaks over my head and it takes me over until I’m falling, falling and I can’t stop.
“Monroe!” I scream, biting my lip so hard I taste blood. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His tongue and teeth lap and nip and his fantastic fingers pluck at that spot inside me until my whole body tenses up and it’s stronger this time. So strong that my everything around me goes away. It’s all gone.
All that’s left is him draining me dry and me screaming as pleasure washes over me again and again.