Unrefined (Monroe Series Book 3)

by Nicole Dykes

  She’s been told she’s done everything wrong for way too long. “It was perfect, keep going.”

  She smiles and take the head back in her mouth, gently sucking and running her tongue over the tip.

  The feeling of her warm mouth on my cock is nearly enough to lose it, months of fucking foreplay leading up to this moment.

  She slowly takes more and more of my dick into her mouth. I grip the loose curls of her hair in my hands, my body tense, waiting for release.

  She doesn’t take more than half of my cock in her mouth, and that’s the way I want it. I don’t want to gag her on her first experience. She pulls her head back, focusing on the tip again. her tongue rolling around with the perfect amount of pressure. I know I won’t last long and I’m not ready to finish just yet.

  “Charlotte, that’s so fucking amazing. I’m going to come if you keep going just like that. Let’s move to the bed.”

  She pulls back and looks up at me, “You don’t want to have an orgasm?”

  I shake my head and help her up. “Not yet. I’d rather wait until I’m inside of you.”

  She swallows hard, her breaths are quicker and she nods her head like that’s exactly what she wants and she confirms that by saying, “I want that too.”

  I reach into my jeans—that are laying in a pile on the floor—rifling through until I find my wallet and pull out a condom.

  Always have to be safe.

  It’s one rule I do follow.

  I slip it on and then kiss her sweet mouth, letting my tongue explore, while laying her down on the bed.

  I bring her hands above her head, interlacing our fingers. I notice that her left ring finger is bare.

  She really is done with that fucking asshole…

  I smile and kiss her neck tenderly. I never take this much time with foreplay, but I don’t want to hurt her in any way.

  And I want this to last. It’s not just about getting off.

  My cock is begging me for release. Charlotte’s hips are moving forward, rubbing her wet pussy against my cock. I whisper in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”

  I feel her breath on my ear. “You.”

  I grin at that. “You’ll always have me. What else do you want? Right now, in this moment.”

  She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you inside of me, Jackson. I want you to make love to me.”

  If any other woman says that to me—and I’m fucking out of there. I don’t make love. But, when Charlotte says it—my cock somehow grows harder. I want nothing more.

  I kiss her deeply, my tongue dancing with hers. I line up the head of my cock with her pussy, and push myself gently inside of her.

  She moans softly into my mouth, moving her hips forward, asking for deeper entry without words.

  I move inside of her a little further, stretching her tight pussy.

  She grips my arms, still kissing me.

  I move my hips slowly, pushing my cock deeper inside of her.

  Giving her a minute to adjust, I do my best to stay still once I’m fully inside of her.

  I kiss down her body. I start at lips, then I kiss her neck and move my way down to her tits, sucking her nipples and as she moans.

  She grinds her hips against me, encouraging me to match her pace with my own.

  I move in and out of her at the tempo she set. She wraps her long legs around my ass and pulls me deeper into her, my pace increasing.

  “Oh my God, Jackson. I’m so close.” She moans.

  I nibble on her neck.

  I reach one hand down—lightly stroking her clit—hoping to send her over the edge. It works—I feel her squeezing my cock, and I let go. I explode in my own orgasm with a guttural groan escaping my throat. Charlotte moans my name over and over, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

  When I finish I stay inside of her—not wanting to move. I flip us so she’s lying on top of me, because I don’t want to crush her with my weight.

  Something about looking the person you are having sex with in the eye has always turned me off. With Charlotte, it was the opposite.

  Charlotte’s eyes lock with mine. “Wow.”

  I grin. “Yeah, wow.”

  She kisses my chest where her head is lying. “Do we really have to get up and go about our day now?”

  I laugh. I know I should probably get going to the shop, but there is no way I’m leaving just yet. “Not right away.”

  She smiles. “Good. I don’t think I can move.”

  I wrap my arms around her. She is tracing the ink on my right arm with her finger, “When did you get your first tattoo?”

  “It feels like a long time ago—I think I was sixteen.”

  She looks up, surprised, “Sixteen—your grandfather let you do that?”

  I laugh. “Nah, he didn’t know until they were already done. He just looked at it and rolled his eyes, then went on. Didn’t really bother him.”

  “Is that why you got them? To rebel against him?”

  “Not really. I did like to push his buttons when I was a teenager, but the tattoos I just got for myself. I liked the idea of them and then got addicted.”

  She smiles, “I can tell. I like them. They are sexy.”

  “Not scary?”

  She laughs. “You don’t scare me, Jackson.”

  You scare the hell out of me.

  Luckily, I don’t say that out loud. Charlotte looks over at the clock on her nightstand and groans. “I need to call my lawyer. Do you think you can come over tonight?”

  I smile at her eagerness. “Absolutely. Nothing will keep me away.”

  She sits up slowly, stretching her sexy body. “Good.”

  She still doesn’t move. I don’t want to either.

  I’m still holding her in my lap. I take her face in my hands and kiss her. “You handle your business, I’ll handle mine. I’ll see you tonight for round two, three and four.”

  “Ah, I can’t wait for that.”

  I kiss her nose and then she moves off of me slowly. I collect my clothes, putting them on as I go—then I kiss her one last time before leaving her condo with the promise that I will be back tonight.

  Praying that she doesn’t regret a thing, because I know there is no way I will.

  Chapter 36

  Charlotte

  When Jackson leaves I make my way into the bathroom, turning on the hot water in the shower. My body is deliciously sore and stretched.

  I’ve never felt better in my life.

  He was so tender and sweet with me and I got the feeling he isn’t like that with everyone.

  I miss him already and he just left.

  I climb into the hot shower, the steam rises up and fogs the mirror. The warm water is heavenly on my skin as I lather and wash for the day ahead.

  When I’m clean, I dress simply in jeans and a t-shirt and then pull my hair up in a loose ponytail.

  I don’t have to worry about my appearance with Jackson.

  I go back into my bedroom where less than an hour ago I made love to Jackson for the first, and hopefully nowhere near the last time.

  I sit on the unmade bed, and take out my cellphone. I do a little research and find what I feel is a highly qualified divorce attorney.

  I call and speak with him, setting up an appointment for later today. After telling him who my husband is and explaining to him that it was very important to get this done quickly he seemed to understand.

  I cannot wait to wrap up this chapter of my life and be free from the hellish marriage I entered into far too young.

  After the meeting with my new lawyer, I drive my brand new Mustang back to my condo and park in the garage before walking inside.

  I feel lighter than air today. So relieved and happy.

  The meeting went very well and he will be drawing up papers to have Nicholas served by the end of the week.

  He also led me to believe that if Nicholas doesn’t contest, I will have my divorce finalized in a matter of sixty days.

  Surel
y he won’t give me any trouble.

  He has made it very clear that his reputation is his number one priority and it is an election year after all.

  It’s a little after five in the evening and the anticipation of when Jackson will be here has left me antsy and eager for him.

  I wonder if he will come right over or wait until it’s dark outside.

  He hasn’t called, but I resist the urge to call him. I don’t want any record of me calling him after five and on his personal phone.

  I know I shouldn’t have asked to him to come over tonight, it’s dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself.

  That one time just wasn’t enough.

  I’m not sure if my need for him will ever be satisfied.

  I decide to read, sitting in the living room, trying to take my mind off of when he will be here.

  An hour goes by, the sun has set, and I am comfortable reading on my Kindle when I finally hear that knock on the door that I’ve been dying to hear all day.

  I practically run to the door and see Jackson standing outside of my door through the peephole.

  I open the door and he wastes no time coming inside, “Hey gorgeous.”

  I close the door behind him and pull him into the living room, still paranoid that Nicholas could be watching me. Crazy I know. I wrap my arms around him in a tight hug, “I have a lot to tell you.”

  He grins and shrugs his leather jacket off of his broad shoulders, “Can’t wait.” He pulls me easily with him to sit on the couch, “Tell me all about it.”

  “I hired a lawyer today. One that doesn’t know Nicholas.”

  “Always a plus.”

  I turn to look up at his handsome face, “He’s drawing up the papers and as long as Nicholas doesn’t contest, it can be finalized within two months. Two months, Jackson!”

  He grins and kisses my temple, “That sounds pretty fucking good to me.”

  “Me too. I want nothing more than to no longer be, Mrs. Charlotte Warner.”

  “Hmm…what’s your maiden name?”

  I smile at him, feeling totally relaxed, “Montgomery.”

  He pretends to think about that, “Yeah, that’s better.”

  I nod my head in agreement and pull his head down to me to properly kiss him hello. He kisses me back with matched passion and lifts me so I’m straddling his lap.

  “Jackson, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night all day.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it. It was fucking hard to concentrate on work.”

  I smile, sweetly, “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.”

  A sense of dread flows through me. It’s so easy to get lost with Jackson, but we may be acting too reckless. We are so close to being able to be together and I invited him back tonight.

  He must sense my worries because he eyes me cautiously, “What’s going through your mind Charlotte?”

  “We have to be smart. My marriage will be over legally, very soon, but what if he saw you leave this morning?”

  I can’t believe that’s what I’m thinking about with this gorgeous man beneath me.

  “Charlotte, I was careful when I left this morning. I looked around before and after I opened your door. I didn’t see anyone. I waited until it was dark out and hurried up to your door tonight, but I can’t stand to not be around you for two months.”

  Wow. “I don’t think I could stand that either. In fact, I know I can’t, but we have to be safe. We can’t let him see us and probably shouldn’t see each other every day.”

  He reaches his hand up to my cheek, the touch giving me goosebumps, “We’ll do whatever you want. You call the shots, but I’m here now. I’ll leave before the sun comes up. That still gives us a lot of time to work with.”

  He grins and I smile, happily. How he does that I will never know, but he has a way of calming me in an instant.

  He pulls me back into a deep kiss, my entire focus shifting to this man, in this moment.

  Every part of me wanting to feel the same sensations and pleasure I experienced with him this morning.

  He pulls my t-shirt off over my head. I do the same with his, admiring his chiseled torso for a moment before he unhooks my bra and throws it to the ground. We are on the same page.

  He moves our bodies so I’m lying flat on the couch and I unbuckle his pants frantically while he kisses my neck. I pull them down and he kicks them off.

  His lips move back to mine and then I feel his body tense on top of mine as he pulls away. “Fuck!”

  I look up at him, worried, “What’s wrong?”

  He rolls his neck, cracking it, he looks horribly frustrated, “I’m fucking stupid, Charlotte.” He smiles down at me so at least I know it’s nothing too serious, “I was in a hurry to come over and I don’t have a fucking condom. I’ll be right back.”

  He goes to move off of me and grip his bare biceps, “No, don’t go.”

  He gives me a quick peck, grinning, “I promise, I’ll be right back. Nothing can stop me.”

  I shake my head, not removing my grip. “No it’s okay. Just stay.”

  He looks confused, “But I don’t have a condom.”

  I trust this man more than anyone. “You don’t need one. I’ve been on the pill for seven years, Jackson. It hasn’t failed me yet.”

  His face is troublesome, “Charlotte. I’ve never once not worn a condom.”

  “I’ve never experienced that before either.”

  His eyebrows go up, in confusion more than disbelief. Most married people don’t use condoms I’m sure. “He always wore a condom?”

  I nod, “Yes. I always thought it was because he was afraid I would get pregnant and now I thank God for that since who knows how many other women he was sleeping with during the course of our marriage. And when he flipped things around and wanted a baby, we didn’t sleep together after that.”

  This is humiliating. He thinks I’m a freak.

  He lays back down on top of me, supporting his weight with his right arm, “You really trust me that much?”

  It seems almost unbelievable to him. Without missing a beat, I say, “Of course.”

  He kisses me tenderly before the kiss turns passionate and before I know it all of our clothes are off and we are laying naked on my couch.

  In our passion we fall off of the couch and Jackson winds up on the bottom. We both laugh before resuming our vigorous, naked, make out.

  Jackson’s large hands are on both sides of my head pulling me to him and I can feel his large erection begging for entry.

  I’m soaking wet and ready for him.

  He’s positioned and I’m ready when he looks deep into my eyes, panting, “Are you sure this is what you want? I can get condoms and be back here in ten minutes.”

  He’s unbelievably considerate when it comes to me. I answer him my moving my hips down and allowing him to slowly enter me.

  We both groan at the sensation before I slide down further on his thick shaft. I lean my head back in pure ecstasy and feel his hands cup my breasts firmly. His thumbs circle my nipples as I move up and down on him.

  His hands make their way down to my hips, guiding me to move slightly faster, taking a little more inside of me. His fingertips griping my skin tighter, with delicious pressure.

  He moves his hands to my back pulling me down to his mouth. Kissing and exploring each other’s mouths, I feel the buildup of my orgasm coming. “Oh Jackson.”

  “Always, fucking call me, Jackson.” He groans.

  Our bodies tense at the same time and both of us increase our pace and he pulls me into a tight kiss, moaning into my mouth as we orgasm together.

  My body falls limp onto his. I feel his hands on my bare back, running up and down and listen to the quick rate of his heartbeat.

  We lie there, not needing to say any words, in total peace.

  I want this moment to last forever.

  Chapter 37

  Jax

  I walk into the garage, feeling confident and happier th
an I ever have in my life.

  Yeah, the woman I’m seeing is still technically married, but by the end of the week that asshole will sign the papers to set her free.

  I didn’t want to leave her condo yesterday, but I can’t fall behind at work and have everything fall to shit. I also kept my word and left at four in the morning, checking both ways before I walked out to my truck.

  I walk into Dylan’s office. He’s sitting at his desk, clicking on the computer in front of him and doesn’t even look up, “Hey. What’s on the agenda today?”

  “Tate Fucking Rimes first thing.”

  “Fuck. We aren’t finished with his car yet?”

  “Nope. Then can you go to Topeka and pick up some parts for that 71’ Cuda?”

  “Yeah, no problem.” I sit down in the empty chair, “You alright, you looked stressed, man.”

  “Yeah, I had a fight with Brooke.”

  “Bullshit, you two never fight.”

  He leans back in his chair, “Yeah well I told her she should take it easy. I mean she’s almost eight months pregnant and she’s still working the same fucking hours.”

  I don’t envy him. I wouldn’t want to be the guy to tell Brooke to slow down. The woman is a beast. “Shit.”

  “Yeah, so she’s pissed off.”

  I shrug, “She will get over it. I’m sure she will forgive you, maybe even thank you for it someday.”

  We both laugh at that. “Yeah, I’m not holding my breath, but that’s Brooke. She’s fucking stubborn.”

  “Yep. And you love her for it.”

  “Damn straight.”

  “Alright let’s get this fucking meeting over with.”

  By next Monday that confident, happy bullshit is starting to fade slightly. I haven’t seen Charlotte because she hasn’t heard from her lawyer about Nicholas signing the papers yet. Truth be told, she’s freaking out a little.

  We’ve talked twice on the phone. Only my work phone and only during normal business hours. I’ve tried to tell her that Nicholas is probably waiting for his lawyer to go through the papers before he signs them. It hasn’t even been quite a week since he was served with them, but Charlotte has a gut feeling.

  I want to be there for her. Hold her, but she’s begging me to stay away.