This trip was supposed to be a sabbatical. Or at least a no-sex retreat. It was an obnoxious thought. The fact my friends and I were on a bachelor weekend, but I’d slept my way through the southern border of the country the last two years, I needed a well-deserved break to focus on the bar I owned and the restaurant I was hoping to get up and running in the next year.
So yeah, I had packed no fucking condoms. We were in my hotel room, but there were none on the premises for this exact reason. So I wouldn’t be tempted to bring some chick back to my room.
“I’m on birth control,” she muttered so low, I wasn’t sure if she’d meant for me to hear.
“I’m clean,” I muttered a bit too eagerly, trying not to prematurely come on her. “I get checked after every hook-up, just in case the rubber doesn’t always work.”
The look on her face said she wasn’t one hundred percent sure, and to be honest, I hadn’t gone bareback in two years. Not since the last relationship I had.
Two years ago, on this date to be exact, I ended things with my girlfriend, Indigo Harper. More like she dumped me after our on-again, off-again relationship lasted a lot longer than it should have. Nearly five years, but soon enough, the long-distance relationship we’d tried to keep alive became more of a chore than a passion. After Indigo’s decision to make our breakup official, since she had no intention of ever moving back from Texas, I spent almost two years trying my hardest to forget her, binge drinking my way though the southern coast and sleeping with whoever came my way.
I’d been successful too until yesterday afternoon when I ran into Indy at a beach club in South Florida. The same one where I’d run into Monroe.
Though to my utter surprise, as if running into my ex-girlfriend while on a bachelor weekend with my buds wasn’t surprising enough, Indy wasn’t alone. By her side was none other than Malcolm Davenport, the same asshole who’d been circling her like a vulture and must have swept in the moment he heard she was single.
My blood boiled, sweat dripped down my face from the goddamn Florida humidity, which was no joke this summer. I’d moved on. I was damn sure I had. As Indy turned my way, as if she’d felt my gaze burning into her from behind, something caught my eye. As she tucked a stray strand of curly blonde hair that fell out of her updo, there was a giant diamond glimmering on her finger.
At first, she looked like she’d seen a ghost, but quickly her expression shifted as she gave me a warm smile, right as the fucker leaned forward and kissed her neck. That’s when my blood ran cold. Not because I harbored any feelings for her. I erased all of those in the bottom of a barrel of bourbon and inside a warm pussy or twenty. It was the fact that she did the one thing she always denied. She ended up with him.
Something came over me. A sudden need to assert my dominance or whatever, and I came up with the stupidest idea possible. Mind you, I was fucking wasted by this point, so I’m not sure how things would have gone if I hadn’t been.
Turning to see the look on my friends’ faces was a punch in the gut. Sanders, a guy I’d gone to high school with and reconnected with over the years when I found myself in need of a best friend, handed me a shot of tequila with a pitiful expression.
I blame the need to stroke my ego after that mockery for what I did next. Without thinking twice, I turned toward the bar and headed toward the first woman who caught my eye. A head of dark brown hair cascaded down her back, concealing the thin strap of the yellow and white polka dot bikini she woreunderneath the denim shorts that barely covered her as. A thin waist, wide hips, a round ass and those goddamn thighs would be perfect for grabbing onto as I ate her out.
Something I was planning to do the first chance I got.
There was no denying this chick was hot, and if she was here, then it meant she was looking for a good time. Unless she had a boyfriend. Fuck, I hoped she didn’t have a boyfriend.
I didn’t hesitate. That she might have been there with someone was something I could deal with after the fact. The only thing I thought of was Indy flaunting her new fiancé in my fucking face. I reached the chick in no time, wrapping my arm around her lower back as I spun her toward me and pressed my lips to hers.
I found myself needing to explain, afraid that if I said too much, I’d scare her away. Instead, I whispered softly against her mouth as my tongue traced her lips. “Please don’t scream. I promise I will explain.”
I heard her gasp, though the soft sound was swallowed as my lips crashed against hers. I wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest, but instead of her pushing me away like I’d expected, she melted into me, her lips meeting my assault head on.
She tasted like strawberries, sweet and fruity, probably like the drink she was ordering.
“Jase,” Monroe said, bringing me back out of my thoughts and to the more pressing matter—the sinfully sexy woman on my lap who was begging me to fuck her raw.
There was no hesitation. No second-guessing myself, even if deep down I probably knew it was a bad idea. The only thing I thought of was how fucking incredible Monroe Bishop would feel wrapped around my cock as I thrust into her and fucked her like no man ever had.
There was a history between us, plenty of reasons to stop this before it was too late, though none of them felt good enough.
It was one night. No strings, no regrets. It’s what we’d agreed. So instead of telling her we should probably stop, I did the only thing I’d been dying to do since we got back to my hotel room.
I kissed her at the same time I shoved my cock inside her, swallowing the scream of carnal pleasure she let out.
Some would call it fate that we were in the same place at the right time. All I know is that it was the perfect opportunity to take something I never thought could be mine.
The sun streamed in from the hotel window through the blinds I must have forgotten to close last night. Sunlight illuminated the disheveled room, specks of dust visible as they floated in the air like snowflakes falling in the winter. My head was throbbing, and my mouth ran dry, but one thing stood out in particular. My cock was achingly hard, and it had nothing to do with the satin sheets rubbing against my naked flesh. No, it had everything to do with the naked woman whose leg was currently straddled across my thigh, her warm center rubbing against me. I could almost feel the slick wetness pooled between her lips as she slowly moved against me.
She was asleep, yet even in her sleep, Monroe Bishop was a fucking dream. I heard her breathing turn unsteady as she ground against me, completely unaware of what she was doing.
Last night had been one of the best fucking nights of my life. Monroe wasn’t just incredibly beautiful and sexy. She was dangerously addicting. A combination of girl-next-door, hidden behind the delicate tattoos that decorated her skin and made her look tough on the outside. Deep down, she was kind and gentle, thoughtful and passionate. Don’t be mistaken. The seductress inher, a naughty little minx who was unaware of how tempting she could be, was in there too. Specifically, in the way her hips ground against me as she rode me, only minutes after her lips were wrapped around my cock as I relentlessly fucked her mouth.
My cock throbbed at the memory. Yep, dangerously addictive, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d be craving her for the rest of my life.
The slow and steady beat of her heart vibrated against my chest as her head snuggled in closer to me. She was fully asleep, and as much as I wanted to once again be inside her, I would not take advantage of her like this.
