Page 17 of Forever Mine

“You tell him you got a man?” the guy says belligerently.

“She did. But I can assure you if I were her man, I certainly wouldn’t be leaving her to walk from a bar by herself at night,” I tell him as I turn to face him.

“It’s fine, Gabriel. We’re fine. Thank you for walking me to my car,” she says before turning to the other guy. “Are you getting in or going home by yourself?” The guy gives me a vindictive grin as he nods.

“I’m the one going home to fuck her. Enjoy your night, man,” he whispers as he walks around me to get in the passenger side. Monica averts her eyes as she starts the car and gives me a quick wave before zipping out of the parking lot.

I head home to my condo. I live in a little town west of Colorado Springs. It’s somewhat close to the army base where I completed my service but also conveniently located not too far from downtown. I’m also close to the mountains, choosing to escape up there whenever I can. I love being outdoors, and even own a cabin an hour into the mountains. I’d live up there if I could.

As I enter my condo, I’m disappointed to be alone. Typically I don’t feel this way. I’ve made myself comfortable with the single life. Marriage wasn’t for me. I’m forty-five years old and set in my ways. I’m not interested if a woman can’t accept me as I am.

Monica felt different, though. Probably a little too young for me. But the connection I felt for her was instant. Got a nagging feeling in my gut that theidiotashe was with wouldn’t be good for her, and that made me wish I knew more about Monica. So I could check on her.

I head up to my bedroom and into my bathroom. I always feel disgusting after being out at bars. I’m too old for this shit. Next time the guys ask me to ‘hang out,’ and it involves a bar or club, I will pass.

After getting undressed and turning on the shower, I stand under the hot water and slow my breathing. Years ago, I learned how to focus and lower my blood pressure by focusing on my breathing. It typically works. But right now, all I see behind my eyelids is the little spitfire. My mind takes me on a trip, imagining what Monica would be like. Would she be hesitant? Quiet and demure? Would she let me dominate her like I need to? Would she listen and do exactly as I say? I bet she’s a brat. Fuck, I do love a brat.

I grab my stiffening cock in my hand and give it a leisurely stroke as my other hand braces against the wall tile. I’m halfway to orgasm just thinking about Monica being a brat. My mind whirls with images as I quicken my strokes. Her on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. Tied to my bed frame. Taking her against a mirror. Fucking in my favorite hot springs in the mountains. Fucking her awake after keeping her up all night by edging her to the best orgasm of her entire life.

I come with a roar, stream after stream coating the wall tile as I slump against the wall. That was one hell of an orgasm. Best I’ve had in ages. All because some little spitfire walked into the same bar as me. And I’ll probably never see her again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Monica

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” I say wistfully to my now ex-boss, Meghan. I’ve been working at this real estate office in Colorado for a few months now, and I’ve really enjoyed working with Meghan. She’s so much better than that bitch from Oklahoma.

“Girl, I can’t do this job and do the mom thing. It just isn’t gonna work, especially with the adoption going through,” Meghan responds. She and her husband Mitchell started the adoption process for a child in Russia and then found out they were also pregnant. They had tried to get pregnant for close to ten years with no success. Now they’re about to have a baby and get a six-month-old baby from Russia. It’s essentially like having twins, and seeing what Em went through with Rose and Poppy, I can understand why she wants to step back from work. Real estate is a difficult job to have with a family anyway. Too many weekend hours.

“I know. I just really enjoyed working with you. So much better than my last boss,” I say.

“Well, the higher up’s have great things to say about the new managing broker. They say he’s a great guy and really nice to work with,” she says.

“Dang, it’s a guy? I don’t want to work for a guy,” I grumble.

Meghan chuckles.

“Why not?”

“I have yet to meet a man in real estate who doesn’t automatically think I’m an easy lay,” I tell her.

“Well, are you an easy lay?” a voice pipes up from behind me, and I suppress a groan. I turn to look at Chase Masters, another realtor in the office, and he leers at me.

“Not for you, I’m not,” I tell him. “But thanks for proving my point. This is the kind of crap that all real estate men dish out.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Chase says with a smile, “but most realtorsareeasy lays. One day I will break you down, Mon.”

“Never gonna happen, Masters. Never gonna happen,” I tell him. Chase is attractive, and if we didn’t work together, I’d think about it. But I can take one look at him and know he’d probably be a two-pump-chump and then act like he’s God’s gift to women. Kinda like how Marcus is turning out.

Thinking about Marcus makes me reminisce about meeting that amazing older man over the weekend. Gabriel. Fucking hell, he was so damn hot. I’d never been struck speechless before, and he took me by complete surprise. Just completely delicious with salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and the tiniest lilt of an accent to his deep and husky voice. I wanted so badly to go home with him. To see if his tongue did as well on other parts of my body as it did in my mouth. That was the best damn kiss of my entire life. In the middle of a crowded bar with a man I barely know.

“Monica.”

My eyes whip to Meghan’s as she giggles.

“What?”

“I’ve been asking you a question for a couple minutes. Where were you just now?” Meghan asks, and I shrug.

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