“Scream my name, baby,” I say, flicking her clit once more. “You're such a good girl, Monroe, so fucking responsive. You were made for me. This pussy is meant for my lips, for my cock.” I lick faster, sucking her clit into my mouth, and she cries out a sweet little sound that makes me groan in frustration. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful.
In a matter of minutes, she’s bucking and rolling her hips, seeking my mouth. I latch onto her pussy, licking and sucking like my life depends on it, and the tremor that runs through her body has me feeling so fucking accomplished.
I run my fingers over her lips where my tongue just licked through, inserting two inside her sweet pussy and pumping them hard as my thumb flicks her clit.
“Come on me, Moonshine. Come on my hand. Let me feel the way your body vibrates with pleasure as I fuck you so good with my fingers.”
“Oh God, yes. Fuck, Jase,” she cries out, as her entire body vibrates, her pussy contracting around my fingers. “I'm going to come.”
I lick faster as she comes on my tongue and suck every last drop of her, stunned by how hard she’s come and how quickly I got her there. The first time we had sex, she made me work for it.
She’s still spasming around my fingers when I ease them out of her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths, but it’s her glistening pussy that has me fucking mesmerized.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good. Like watermelon moonshine, so goddamn delicious.”
Carefully, I lean forward, hovering over her until my lips are a mere inch from hers. I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips, and the whimper that leaves her makes my cock push against her, so desperate to slip inside her and feel her come on it. I’m so close to making her mine again. So close to proving this is more than just some fucking game she thinks we’re playing. I pull away just to breathe in the scent of her arousal and sweetness of sweat and vanilla perfume.
I kiss her neck, whispering against her heated flesh. “How am I not supposed to fall for you, Moonshine?”
The moment the words leave my lips, I feel her immediately tense beneath me, but I don’t regret a damn thing I said. Her tits are heaving as she sits up, her face pale and eyes shot wide.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I notice the terror-stricken expression on her face. “Monroe, tell me what’s wrong.” She shakes her head, fear forcing her into a panic.
“I have to go.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Monroe
Ilock the door before going to bed. It’s a minor detail, one that’s surely unnecessary, but it’s a boundary that needs to be set. Things between Jase and me were confusing as it was, and now that we nearly slept together again—now that his lips once again touched mine and I felt his hands against my skin—things are so much worse.
He made me come in a matter of minutes, faster than I ever had, and the way it felt so perfect and real, scared the hell out of me. Not only because it felt like it was meant to happen, like he was the only man who was supposed to taste me, but because of how much I wanted it to be real. I wanted that to be my normal. For him to be mine, and for that to be a daily occurrence.
I knew adding a romantic relationship to everything we're already struggling to make sense of, whether it’s just casual sex or something more, would be like setting lighter fluid to an already ravaging fire in the middle of the wilderness. I truly can’t survive another night of having him close, his fingers touching me, his lips so close to mine.
From just his nearness, I could almost taste the liquor on his breath. It was a scent that set me ablaze, like a wildfire that ravaged the entire city and burned for days, taking countless lives and memories with it.
I can’t let Jase’s fire consume me the way I know it will, because Jameson King never does things halfway. When he does something, he puts his entire soul into it. If I let him, I know he will make me and this baby his entire world. That isn’t something I’m sure I’m ready for.
His words ring loud like an alarm blaring in my mind.How am I not supposed to fall for you, Moonshine?
The real question is how can I become someone’s entire world when I don’t know how to reciprocate the feeling?
Love is a concept I struggle to comprehend.
Now, I have my baby to think about. Figuring out a way to love them unconditionally, I’m not sure if my heart can handle anyone else.
It’s a characteristic my family and friends always pride me on. My sheer ability not to let my past dictate who I am to others. I grew up in a loveless family. I had two parents who couldn't care less about me, yet I love my friends more than anything in this world. I love my brothers, even those who ignored me for most of their lives, but that seems more of an obligation because they’re the only ones who’ve been there for me than truly understanding the depth of what I feel.
I love this town even when it can be so cruel, but it's the only home I know. I will love this baby with everything I have, and deep down, I know my subconscious thoughts about whether I am worthy to become a mother are threatening to drag me into a dreary place.
Worst of all, I knew I could love Jase if I allowed myself to, and tonight, tonight felt like I almost had.
My phone chimes on the nightstand, and I close my eyes tighter in response. I’ve been lying in bed for thirty minutes, tossing and turning, replaying the last few night’s events repeatedly in my head. Magnolia, implying Indigo might stay for longer than anyone expected. The way Jase sat nervously staring down at the untouched food on his plate instead of acknowledging the fact that having his ex-girlfriend sitting next to him was fucking insane. Or worse, how I blatantly lied that Jase and I had been in a relationship and sleeping in the same bed since the day I moved in. Then, I did the same thing again, lying to my brothers and best friends.
I don’t know what came over me when I said it. I just knew I couldn’t stand Indigo flirting so blatantly with Jase in front of me. Whether or not Jase and I are in a relationship, I’m pregnant with the man’s baby, and she’s recently broken off her engagement. I can put two and two together. I’m not stupid.
Knowing who it’ll be when I pick up, I ignore the ringing and let the call go to voicemail. I know we said things would be different, but we were only kidding ourselves. I almost had sex with Jameson King again. I let him kiss me, touch me—the man went down on me for God's sake, and I almost let him do so much more. I wanted him to, but I knew it wasn’t something either of us was ready for. Instead, I ran out of there like a scared little girl. The look on his face nearly killed me. He watched me walk away as if he’d done something wrong, but it was my own insecurities that had me running back into the safety of my locked bedroom.
