“So, you’re not going to convince Monroe to dump me now?”
Needy nearly laughs at my question. “No way will she give you up. I suspect if you end things, she’ll hide in the bushes outside your house and watch you.”
“We have sprinklers,” I say, and Needy’s blue eyes warm. “I’d just turn them on and scare her off.”
“Monroe doesn’t mind getting wet.”
I immediately imagine Monroe in the shower, and my dick says hello.
“Conor, why don’t you head back to the room and receive your reward,” Needy says as if sensing where my brain went. “Lowell and I will stay here. He can give me shit for not telling him about Monroe. I’ll rag on him for not keeping the club’s old ladies in check. Then, I’ll share stories about Monroe as a kid, and he’ll try not to cry with pride.”
Lowell grunts, but I think he actually needs someone to talk to about Monroe. Though Topanga might support her man, she can’t really reminisce with him. Needy can share what he’s been lacking these last few weeks.
Leaving them to work out their parenting issues, I head upstairs to the room. Lowell is set up next door. Needy will bunk in the second bed in my room. Not an ideal situation, but I couldn’t stand telling Monroe to ditch her mom for the night.
“My hero,” Monroe sighs as I enter the room to find my blotchy-faced babe in a hotel robe. “Are you cocked and loaded?”
As soon as the door clicks shut behind me, Monroe offers me an eyeful of what’s hiding under her robe.
“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to focus on my lovestruck heart rather than my hard dick.
“Yes.”
“Why were you crying?”
“We talked about Zella and how difficult the months apart were,” she says, and I hear her voice break. “But I’m okay now. Are you alright?”
“I’ve missed those tits,” I murmur, remaining at the door. “But I feel neglected.”
“Hey, bud, I wanted to blow you in the SUV but figured my dad might pitch a fit.”
“Good call,” I snicker, ditching the slow-go scenario. Moving quickly to her, I plant a kiss on her sexy lips. Monroe tastes so good that I need to rip open my jeans just to think.
“I can never repay you for helping my mom,” she says, sliding her tits against my now-bare chest. “I’ll just have to make it my mission to please you sexually. Like even if we break up, I’ll still show up to suck you off occasionally.”
Grinning, I roll my eyes when she kneels before me. “Nope. I need pussy.”
“Are you shit-talking my blowjobs?” she growls dramatically as I lift her up and dump her gently on the bed.
“Why would we ever break up when I’m obsessed with your pussy?” I ask, stroking her mound. “And never talk about leaving me. I’m feeling insecure. That’s why my dick is so hard.”
Monroe strokes my face. “Many people love you, Conor, but none of them love you like I do. My home is wherever you are.”
All day, I’ve stressed over if this woman would leave me once she got her mom back. During all my worrying, I forgot how she needs me to breathe, too. This kind of unflinching love is new for me, and I’ll need to figure out how to trust in it.
MONROE
My plans always turn to shit, so I never made one for when Needy returned to Elko. I figured the answer was simple. Except where can she live? I’m not even certain where I’m living. I spend half my time at the Overlook and the other part at Conor’s house.
“I have an idea,” Conor says after I’ve ridden his dick into a blissful state in our hotel room.
“Should we put clothes on before Needy comes up?”
“She’s seen you naked. It’s fine.”
Grinning, I run my fingers through his dark pubic hair. Conor gives me a slight scowl, thinking I want more fucking.
“You wore me out that second time,” he mumbles as his lips caress my forehead.
“Not every touch is a hint for sex. I just want to know every inch of your body until it feels like an extension of mine,” I explain and then smile at his unreadable expression. “Is that so wrong?”
“Nothing’s ever sounded more right.”
“Then, why don’t I continue chastely fondling you while you explain your idea?”
Conor gives me a warm smile and then relaxes into the hard mattress. “Amity doesn’t like to live alone. There’s no room for her with any of the other bunnies. If you move out, she’ll be sad. Amity isn’t any fun when she’s sad. Bunnies don’t stick around when they’re not fun.”
Before I can complain about how Amity should be able to own her feelings and the club should suck their own dicks until she’s in the mood, Conor kisses me. Once I’m sufficiently silent, he continues, “But two bedrooms won’t work for three women.”
“I can sleep on the couch.”
Conor kisses me again. His gentle way of telling me to shut the fuck up registers.
“I think Needy ought to live with Amity. You can move into my room until our house is finished. That way, Amity isn’t alone, Needy has more privacy than living in the Woodlands can offer, and I get access to you at all times. I feel like it’s a win-win-win situation.”
“Can I speak now?”
Conor kisses me quickly and then nods. “I have unlocked your lips.”
“Is the reason you’re sticking my former bunny mother in the bunny house because you still think of her as a bunny? Or is it because you know everyone in the Woodlands will view her that way?”
“Obviously the latter. How is that even a question?”
“Well, fuck that shit,” I mutter, ready to start trouble.
“Look, baby, I know you got your heart set on bossing everyone around and making them kiss your ass, but I’m not president yet. You’ll have to get along with people until I’m the big dick in Elko.”
Grinning at the idea of everyone bowing to me, I run my fingers over his scarred stomach. “I’ll always be protective of my people. My mom is the best, and you’re amazing. If people fuck with either of you, I’ve got to go insane in the membrane in response.”
“You sound like Aja.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving his dick a gentle squeeze. “However, you are right that people will be judgmental twats about Needy. Although I also think we can bully them into accepting her. Look at how they were with Pixie and her family.”
“You weren’t around when that went down.”
“Yes, but Amity is a big Pixie fangirl and barfs out all the gossip. I know the Woodlands people didn’t like her. They still don’t, but they adjusted to the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. And they’ll do the same with Needy and me. I’ll just have to be patient until their resistance breaks down.”
“That’s the smart chick I fell hard for,” he murmurs and nibbles at my throat.
“Will your mother be okay with me living in her house?”
“No, but then I’ll mention how we can live with Lowell until our house is built. No way will she have the community, especially Bambi, gossiping about why we’re in another family’s place.”