It’s my fault. I knew what she wanted back in high school, and if I’d gone there with her, she probably wouldn’t be where she is today. Hell, she’d be my Ol’ Lady, barefoot and pregnant, not the nurse she is now. Monroe and I have been playing a game for close to three years now, the only way to describe it. Our age difference is a big factor. The other is her being off fuckin’ limits. A rule that’s not talked about, a rule between brothers that’s not even mentioned. But seeing a gun held to her head, I was done fuckin’ around. Though, it was me who asked her to keep shit quiet like a fuckin’ pussy, more so because I don’t ever wanna hold her back. Plus, well, let’s just say the repercussions won’t be pretty, and I’m not ready to subject Monroe to that.
“I know I am. I’ll give you my mouth. You can pay me back later. I picked up an extra shift tonight,” she coos, and slowly starts to leave my lap, sinking back to her knees.
“Not today, you’re not.” I pull her up so she’s straddlin’ my lap, our lips seeking one another’s, my tongue tracing her lower lip before delving inside. The way Monroe’s body sinks into mine, giving me everything she has, damn, she’s perfect.
“What about blue balls though?” She pulls away to tease me. Her flouncy skirt is billowed out over my lap, my cock on the seam of her cunt.
“I think we can both get off and you won’t have to worry about my balls all night.” I arch my eyebrow, my hips surging up to let her feel me, but all it does is amplify how wet she is for me, fuckin’ scorching and ready for me.
“Hunter.” Her soft purr has me sliding her skirt up, pushing her panties to the side, seeing her bare, wet, and ready for me as I slide deep inside her. Too bad we only have a few more minutes. Both of us missing from the main room would definitely have a search party out.
“Gotta make this fast.” I flip her over so she’s laid out on the couch, legs wrapped around me, my eyes watching as the pleasure takes over her body. When Monroe’s moans start getting louder, I kiss the noise away, not stopping until she’s sobbing out her release and I’m marking her hot-as-hell pussy with my cum. Fuck, this hiding shit is Goddamn annoying, but for right now, it’s an absolute necessity, one that sucks all the way around.
Two
Monroe
I should have never taken this position at the only hospital in Ely. Everywhere I go someone is talking about my dad. It’s like high school all over again. I knew it would be hard, but I had no idea it would be this annoying. Since he works in the ER and rotates throughout the hospital, a lot of the nurses go ga-ga over him. It makes me want to ralph. As well as some of the patients, especially the single moms whose children I triage, only to have my dad be the lead doctor on my floor. There’s been more than one occasion I’ve had to step away because the gagging reflex when someone hits on him right in front of me is hard to control. I’m sure everyone got a kick out of it, including my dad, given away by the way he’d chuckle when I excused myself. It’s not that my dad shouldn’t find happiness, he should, but right in front of my face? It only amplifies the ick factor. Which is what’s happening tonight and making me rethink freaking everything.
The one person who is keeping me in this town is the one I’m sneaking around with, tearing at my own soul. It’s my fault, really. I agreed with his crazy idea, even if now I’m not sure that the outcome won’t still be the same. For the most part, most of the men affiliated with Diamondback MC don’t have much of a family outside of the club. Whether it’s by personal choice, them being gone, or never really having one. Hunter hasn’t ever mentioned anything about his family, making me think that maybe the club is his only family.
If that’s the case, there’s no way I’d want Hunter to choose me over the club, and I’m no idiot, that’s what it’ll come to.
“What has you lookin’ like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders?” My dad walks up beside me. I’m sitting in the break room eating a snack and sucking down coffee. It’s not even good coffee either.
“I’m wondering if I should have stayed in the town over after college. I love you, Dad, but the constant noise of hearing about how hot your dad is for his age… A girl can only take so much.” He chuckles. It had to be hard to raise a girl on your own in your late twenties. Not that those women are wrong. He does look good for his forty-eight years— he’s in good physical shape, only a smattering of gray mixed in with his jet black hair, and the lines etched around his face don’t show that he’s closer to fifty. Even with the life he’s led, there’s a reason women flock to him. I guess I’ve been lucky that if he’s had a woman in his life, he’s never flaunted it in front of me.