by A. K. Evans
“Hmmm…I think I’d like to shower and then spend some time with you holding me. I’ve missed that.”
“Are you showering alone?” he inquired.
I shrugged my shoulders and joked, “I wouldn’t mind some company, but only if you agree to a hands-off shower. No funny business. Got me?”
Stone gave me a sexy grin and nodded before he confirmed, “Just so I’m clear -- you’re saying I’m not allowed to touch you in the shower, right?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Okay,” he agreed and his grin turned wicked.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he quickly replied.
I narrowed my eyes at him before I hopped off his lap and moved to clean up the dishes.
“Let them go,” he started. “I’ll take care of them tomorrow morning.”
“It’s two plates and two cups. I can just do it now so you can concentrate on giving me some love in the morning before you go train for the day.”
He thought on it and must have liked the idea because he didn’t stop me from cleaning up the dirty dishes. After I finished, we went upstairs and I made my way into the bathroom. Stone followed behind me and turned on the shower while I stripped out of my clothes. I was thankful for the fact that I still had my bag here at his place from when I stayed the night on my birthday. At least I’d have clean clothing to put on afterward.
I was completely divested of my clothing when I turned toward the shower and saw Stone watching me. This was going to be fun.
“Don’t forget the promise you made me,” I reminded him as I stepped past him and into the shower.
Stone’s shower was magnificent. It had dual shower heads. I stood under the spray, wet my hair, and then began working shampoo through my strands. Stone had finally removed his clothing and joined me. While I shampooed my hair, he stood opposite me and I watched as the water ran down his naked body.
Damn.
He was one fine specimen.
A broad chest, muscled arms and shoulders, narrow hips, and muscular thighs. My eyes roamed over his beautiful body. When I looked back up at him, he had an eyebrow cocked.
“What?” I asked.
“No touching. Remember?”
I ignored him and stepped back under the spray to rinse my hair out. My eyes were closed as I cleaned the shampoo from my hair. When I opened my eyes, I nearly came on the spot. He was standing across from me with his hand on himself, stroking. I bit my lip.
“What are you doing?” I questioned, finally coming out of my stupor.
He gave me his wicked grin and shared, “You said I wasn’t allowed to touch you, but you didn’t say anything about touching myself.”
Okay.
Two could play this game.
I acted unaffected and went about conditioning my hair. After rinsing the conditioner out, I found Stone was still watching me and continuing to pleasure himself. I was so turned on watching him that I burst out, “I don’t understand how it’s possible.”
“How what is possible?”
“After all that food, I suddenly feel so hungry,” I confessed as I walked to him. I sat on the bench in the shower next to Stone and put my hands on his body, one on his thigh, the other at his hip.
“What happened to no touching?”
“I changed my mind. A girl can change her mind, you know.”
He chuckled.
I moved my hands, putting one on his wrist and the other at the root of his cock. When I removed his hand, I brought it to my breast. I looked up at him. His eyes were intense and the blue was swirling.
I leaned forward slightly, parted my lips, and took him in my mouth.
He groaned.
“Monroe…that feels so fuckin’ amazing.”
I was surprised at how ravenous I felt for him. I brought my other hand up to massage his balls.
The sounds coming from the back of his throat grew louder. That only encouraged me further. I worked him harder -- sucking, licking, and tasting all of him. I felt his hand cup me behind my head. My mouth was still on him when I pulled back to just the tip, tilted my head back slightly, and looked up at him. Keeping my eyes on him, I sucked him back into my mouth. His grip in my hair tightened.
“Baby,” he growled. “I’m going to come. You want to stop, now’s the time to do it.”
I pulled my mouth away, saw the disappointment flicker in his eyes, and quickly admitted, “I don’t want to stop, my love. Let me have this.”
His face changed just before I wrapped my mouth around him again. A few seconds later, I felt him swell in my mouth, where he let me have his pleasure.
The moment my lips were no longer around Stone, he gently laid me back on the shower bench. His body came over mine and his face went into my neck, where he began licking and kissing. Stone moved his mouth down my body, stopping to pay special attention to my breasts before continuing toward the special spot between my legs.
He pressed gentle kisses there, teasing me.
“Handsome,” I panted. “Please.”
Stone didn’t give me what I wanted. I felt him smile against my sex before he continued to tease me with kisses.
I let out a frustrated sigh and angled my hips up trying to get closer to his mouth. I was unsuccessful.
“Stone,” I begged.
“What’s the matter, angel?”
I lifted my head to look down at him.
“You aren’t being very nice right now,” I answered, frustrated.
“What if I do this?” he asked as he slid one finger inside me.
My head fell back and I moaned.
Slipping a second finger inside me, he questioned, “Is this any better?”
“Can I have your mouth, too? Please,” I begged.
“Of course you can, my greedy girl. Anytime you want it, you can have it,” he claimed just before he put his mouth on me.
With all the teasing he had done, it didn’t take long for me to be in the throes of an orgasm. It was pure bliss and Stone didn’t relent, drawing out my pleasure for as long as he could.
He kissed his way back up my body and brought his lips to mine. He took my mouth.
“Sorry for breaking my promise,” he said against my lips.
“It’s okay. You made up for it,” I teased.
“Let’s finish up in here and get in bed. I want to hold you,” he admitted.
I nodded my agreement.
With that, Stone helped me up and we finished in the shower. After we stepped out and dried off, I wrapped a towel around my body and quickly dried my hair. I’d normally do this with my earbuds in and my music on, but I was looking forward to climbing into bed with Stone so he could hold me.
With my hair mostly dried, I walked out of the bathroom to meet Stone in the bedroom. I located my bag and found a pair of panties. After pulling them up my legs and over my hips, I looked to the bed to see Stone watching me. He pulled back the blankets, silently inviting me to join him.
I crawled into bed and cuddled up next to him, my front to his. Stone’s arms wrapped around me and held me tight.
After basking in the feeling of being held by him like that, I tilted my head back to look up at him.
“I’m so happy,” I whispered.
He pressed a kiss to my head before he responded, “Me too, angel. Happier than I’ve been in a really long time.”
I gave him a big smile.
“Love you, baby.”
“I love you, too,” I said softly.
Minutes later, feeling happy, sated, protected, and very much in love, I fell asleep.
Stone woke me up a couple hours later for some middle-of-the-night activities. I learned that middle-of-the-night activities could be a whole lot of fun.
Chapter 23
Stone
“Holy shit, he’s back!”
Zane yelled from the bottom of the pipe when I landed my final trick in my run during Tuesday morning’s training session. After giving me shit for the l
ast two weeks because I seemed to have lost my ability to ride, he was now blown away by my riding.
I unstrapped my foot from the board and walked over to where Zane was standing. Luke had just joined him. The second I was standing in front of them, Zane stated, “The way you’re riding I’m going to guess you worked things out with Monroe.”
“Yeah, we worked it out.”
“You give her all of it?” he asked.
He was referring to my parents. I’d been very tight-lipped over the years about my parents. People knew about my dad. He was a well-known and well-liked officer in Rising Sun, so when he was killed the entire community felt it. I was lost without my dad. As devastated as I was over the loss of him, I tried to get on with life as best I could. I still had my mom and thought the two of us would always be there to help each other get through the pain of losing my father. Unfortunately, my mom couldn’t deal. She was incredibly depressed and I hated seeing that day in and day out for her. When she committed suicide, I felt like I had nothing left.
No family.
No support.
No love.
If it weren’t for the unwavering support of Luke and his family, I’m not sure where I would have ended up. They took me in and treated me like a member of the family. Zane, Wes, and their families were also there for me in ways for which I knew I’d never be able to repay them. Even with the three guys who had become like brothers to me, particularly Luke, and their families having my back and always being there for me, deep down it did little to heal me. I always held on to the anger I felt over being left alone. No amount of counseling helped to relieve the anger, either.
My father’s death hit me hard. As I told Monroe, he was my best friend. I didn’t cope well at all, but held on to the fact I had my mother. That is, until I no longer had her either. That’s when I went from depressed to angry. My dad had no choice; it was always a known risk of the job. My mother chose to leave. The fact that she chose to leave me left me so unsettled. I understood, better than anyone else, her love for my dad, but I didn’t understand where it left me.
Why wasn’t I enough for her?
From that day forward I vowed to myself that I’d never grow so attached to someone. I never wanted to experience that type of pain again. The kind of pain left as a result of knowing that you weren’t someone for whom it was worth sticking around. The kind of pain that burns in you every single day.
Monroe shattered that vow. Try as I might to not get close to her, she refused to let that happen. Oddly enough, she didn’t know what she was doing, but she managed to pull it off. The last two weeks of my life brought me an understanding of what it was like for my mother to live without my father. The scars left by her still feel raw, but I get it now. If my mom felt for my dad even half of what I felt without Monroe over those two weeks, I can finally appreciate her suffering on a different level. The only question remaining in my mind was why I, a part of my father, didn’t matter.
My face went soft as I thought about Monroe’s reaction to me finally giving it all to her.
“All of it,” I started. “She got the letter, too.”
The guys would know how big that was. I had been the only one who ever knew what that letter said. They knew it existed and had an idea from things I said years ago about what was in that letter, but they never read it. Nobody but me ever had. That is, until now.
“How did she handle it?” Luke asked.
“Like I fucking champ,” I admitted. “She cried a lot initially, but she quickly pulled it together and was all about helping me from that point forward.”
“So, talking to her about it was worth it considering you can actually get in a decent run now?” Zane joked.
I shook my head and answered honestly, “No. Talking to her about it was what I needed to do to get her back in my life. I went to see her Saturday night after the girls got back from shopping with Charley. I tried to talk to her that night and that was when I realized how badly I fucked up. Not only seeing how much weight she lost, but also the fact that she looked right through me. I cut her deep, I knew it, and I fucking hated it. It was then, when she walked away from me, that I knew I needed to give it all to her so she’d never look at me again like I was a ghost.”
Luke put his hand to my shoulder, squeezed, and shared, “Happy for you, bro. She’s a good girl and she loves the shit out of you. Every time I have talked with her since the night at Lou’s when you laid out Black, I’ve seen just how far gone she is for you. I think she’s good for you.”
I looked up at the mountain when I responded quietly, “Made for me.”
“Emme’s been worried about her, especially with everything that went down the night of the grand opening.”
My eyes went to Zane and I offered, “She ate. Of everything that I’ve dealt with ever in my life to this point, that was the hardest. To know that she felt so deep for me that she put her health at risk and lost that much weight killed me. I fed her last night. Overdid it. Burgers, fries, and a shake. She was heartbroken over the situation between us that she couldn’t think about food without feeling sick so she just didn’t eat. The way she ate last night…fuck, it gutted me. She had basically starved herself.”
“Fuck,” Zane hissed.
“Made her eat breakfast this morning, too. I’m going to call her this afternoon and make sure she’s had lunch, but I made it very clear to her last night that that shit stops and she needs to eat regularly. I’m pretty certain this isn’t an issue anymore, but I’m keeping a close eye on her until I know for sure.”
“If either of you needs anything with regards to that or anything else, you know we’re here.”
I nodded.
“Ready to make up for two weeks of shitty training?” Zane asked.
I laughed.
“Yeah, man. This weekend is the first time she’s coming to watch me compete. I’ve got a good impression to make.”
Luke chimed in as we made our way over to the lift, “You could probably fall on your ass every single run and she’d be impressed with you. I think, you really want to impress her, she’s interested in having drunk sex or wall sex.”
My eyes cut to Luke.
“How the fuck do you know that?” I demanded.
He laughed at me.
“That night that you sat in the truck while I walked the girls to the door. She cried in my arms telling me how much she was looking forward to that with you. She was devastated, no doubt, but the girl had at least five shots that night. She was still tipsy and had no inhibitions.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I’m busting your balls, bro, you know that. It was pretty comical, though. She apologized to me and Nikki saying she hoped she hadn’t ruined our plans to have wall sex that night. Nikki told her that we’d already accomplished that and Monroe was genuinely interested in whether it was good or not.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Get used to it,” Zane warned. “These girls talk a lot and there isn’t much they don’t share.”
“Yeah, seriously. Nikki told me about the sex talk they had with Monroe before your first date.”
Zane laughed and admitted, “I heard about that one, too.”
“Come again?”
“Apparently, Monroe freaked out about you two going on a real date that she called Nikki in a panic. The girls all met over at the condo and talked her through it,” Luke shared.
“Mostly, she had been unsure about whether to tell you she was a virgin, but they were very open with her about what to expect if things went there with the two of you,” Zane added.
“Fucking women,” I bit out.
Luke and Zane both laughed.
“It’s alright, man. Wes, Luke, and I all know that you’re a gold medalist now.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Luke explained, “Monroe shared with the girls that she’d give you a gold medal in the bedroom.”
“Do they always share this much fuc
king detail?” I asked.
“Yep,” Luke answered as we all sat on the lift. “Like Zane said before…get used to it.”
“Yeah, but the problem I have is that they don’t just share with each other. They’re coming to you afterward. No offense, but I’m not sure I want to have Monroe coming to me telling me about your sex life.”
“I know, Stone,” Zane agreed. “I feel the same way, but trust me you’ll get over it. When you’re in deep with her, you’ll let her talk about whatever the fuck she wants to talk about. Then, when you can’t stand to hear it anymore, you’ll find a way to make her stop talking about it.”
I rolled my eyes after which I sat silently as we made our way to the top of the mountain. That’s when it dawned on me. Sure, I admitted to the guys that I thought it was ridiculous the women shared so much, but when it really came down to it, I didn’t give a shit. If it made Monroe happy to share with her girlfriends, I really didn’t mind what she told them. Her happiness was all that mattered to me anymore. And if she chose to share any of that stuff with me, I’d tolerate it for as long as I could stand it and do exactly what Zane said. I’d get creative and figure out a way to silence it until the next time.
The chair lift arrived at the top and we all got off. The three of us then put in a full day of training. I was relieved to finally have my first successful day of training in two whole weeks. When it was over, I realized that I was more than ready to get home and see my girl.
When I arrived home, I called Monroe. The phone rang four times before she answered and I heard her yell out, “Great job, ladies. Let’s take five because we’re running through it another two times before you leave.”
Peace settled over me just hearing her voice.
“Hello, my love,” she said softly into the phone.
“Hi, angel. How’s it going?”
“It’s been a long day, but I’m finishing up with my last class now. Another fifteen minutes and I’ll be done.”