“Laying it on thick, aren’t you?” Dunning asks and walks to the kitchen. “Don’t knock up my sister right away. I don’t want more little kids around.”
“Can I leave?” I ask Topanga. “I’m tired, and I want to leave.”
“Rude,” Dunning says, snickering.
Topanga can’t decide whether to reprimand her son or me. Then, Lowell enters behind us, and I see her working out how he wants me gone, too.
“I know you two lovebirds want to play snuggles,” she says, pretending that’s why she’s cool with us taking off. “But keep your phone on. I’ll be in touch.”
Nodding, I stay close to Conor as he grabs our food bags and struts toward the door. I consider looking back at Lowell, but that seems like a bonehead move. He’s probably frowning ugly. Why imprint that image in my mind?
Lowell calls out as we reach the door, “Conor, show up at Bronco’s tomorrow by ten. We’re having a meeting.”
Without looking back, Conor nods and opens the door. Once outside, he stashes the food in the storage unit on his motorcycle.
“Good?” he asks as I climb on behind him.
Nodding, I shove my head into the helmet and wrap my arms tighter around his muscular waist. As we speed out of the Woodlands and head next door to the Overlook, I make the decision to ditch my failed fantasy of a super daddy and instead focus on the more enticing reality that Conor offers.
PART 4: FUCKING IS FUN
CONOR
Monroe hums a song against my lips as we kiss in the elevator on the way to her apartment. She even humps my leg to the song’s beat. She must reach the chorus when the doors open, explaining why she shimmies and shakes her sexy ass down the hallway.
“I can’t wait to get you naked,” she murmurs as we step inside her apartment. “I’ve noticed many curves on your fine body. I’m looking to nibble on these two sweet cheeks,” she says, reaching around to cup my ass.
“You’re too pushy. I need to be romanced, Monroe.”
A leisurely smile warms her face. Monroe winks at me and begins to dance around the room to what I assume is another song playing in her head. I shut the door and wonder what her devious grin means.
Soon, she appears from the kitchen, wearing only her T-shirt and panties. In her hand is a pink carnation.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she says, imitating what men have told her before. “So sexy and sweet. Can’t I get just a taste?”
“I don’t know. I mean, what if you don’t respect me in the morning?” I ask, batting my lashes as I toss my jacket on the chair. “I don’t want you thinking I’m easy.”
“Baby,” she says, leveling her dark-eyed gaze on me, “I still remember how you tasted. How you felt in my mouth, the length of you in my hands. Don’t you know how crazy you make me? How bad I need you? No one makes me feel like you do, sweetheart. Now, stop fretting and shake that pretty ass for me.”
I look down at my carnation and glance at the couch where Monroe was first introduced to my dick. “I feel myself blushing.”
“That’s okay, sugar,” she says, stroking my cheek. “You’re just nervous about how good we make each other feel.”
Monroe aces her lame guy shtick. Just until she forgets to be the man and starts swaying like no self-respecting dude would. Her arms lift over her head, and she shimmies her hips for my approval.
“How many men have made you feel really good?” I ask, tugging off my shirt and tossing it next to my jacket.
Monroe’s eyes widen at the sight of me shirtless. Her gaze is literally fucking me at this point. Then, she focuses on my hidden yet hard dick. “Just you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Those other boys lacked the finesse to make me wet,” she says, giving her full lips a little lick with anticipation. “They wanted my pussy to make them feel good. Never once did they worry if I got off.”
“I care.”
Monroe’s breathing shifts as her gaze holds mine. “You’re like no one I’ve ever known, Conor. That’s not a pickup line. It’s the real deal. I’m never certain how you’ll react. Makes life exciting, you know?”
Sliding my fingers into her thick hair, I confess, “And you’re like no woman I’ve known. I either get the good girls who want to tame me or the bad girls who want to shame me for not being a badass twenty-four seven. I’m never enough.”
“Those relationships had to flop, so you’d be free to fall for me,” she says, smiling with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing a man is sporting a boner with her name on it.
My fingers caress her perfect face, only for her to back away. “We’ve put too much pressure on tonight,” she says, suddenly panicked. “How can our fuck live up to the fantasy we’ve spun for ourselves?”
“Then, it’s a big dud,” I murmur while giving her nipples a gentle tug through her shirt. “We’ll lower our expectations and fuck again.”
“Can life really be that easy?” she asks, sounding timid despite her hand now cupping my balls.
“Fuck yeah, it can.”
Smiling softly, Monroe nearly tears open my jeans before I seize her hands in mine.
“Though I’m turned on by your horniest man alive impression, I insist on taking control here.”
Smirking, Monroe shrugs. “I can’t read you, Conor. When you watch me, I don’t know if you’re playing hard to get or planning to jump on me like a wild dog.”
“Well, I’m spelling it out, then,” I say and wrap her in my arms. “You get to act silly while I’m the big strong man bossing you around.”
“Swoon,” she sighs and nuzzles my chest with her lips. “I want to explore your body.”
“Not now. My dick is too hard for you to play Magellan. Let’s get you wet and let me bang one out quick.”
“Bang one out,” she says, breaking free and taking off running for her bedroom. “Good news, I’m still wet from the dirty thoughts I had on the ride here.”
I find a shirtless Monroe bouncing on her bed. When she throws her bra at me, I consider using it to tie her down. After all, I get the weird impression she might run again.
“Promise I can kiss every inch of your body after our first bang,” she says, pressing her bare chest against mine.
Smiling softly, I love how she no longer hides from me. For weeks, I’ve wondered what went on in her head. Now, I look in her eyes and understand exactly how she feels—horny. Monroe just wants to fuck. No discussions about what will happen tomorrow. She wants to feel good, and I’m the only man who’s ever made her come. Monroe can literally get her body revving just by looking at me.
“You impress me,” she says, cupping my face and staring into my eyes. “Few people do. I come from the land of cheese and sauerkraut. Nothing about my life is particularly exciting. But I look at you, and my heart beats too fast. Now, I’m talking too much. Please, kiss me, fuck me, silence me.”
My grinning lips press against hers, shutting her up as my hands cup her soft full tits. Hard nipples tease my palms.