Page 50 of The Problem with Fire
“Yeah,” he panted. “And it tastes fucking delicious, baby.”
My head dropped, and I closed my eyes with all the possibilities that just exploded in my head. Sex with Sayer was going to be limitless. There wasn’t going to be any barriers, and I was looking forward to it.
“Sayer…”
His hand was back on my hips, wet with his saliva and my wetness, and he started slamming into me harder. “What, baby? Whatever you want, Monroe, it’s yours.” His hands slid from my hips to my ass, and I could feel the cool air as he spread my ass cheeks wide. “Fuck, you look so hot taking dick.”
“Oh, God…I’m going to cum…” I whimpered.
His thrusts became more powerful, and he upped the dirty talk, knowing how hot it made me. “I’m going to make you cum all day and night, Monroe,” he promised, his breaths coming out stronger and harsher. “I’m not going to stop until you’re stuff full of my cum, baby.” And before I could agree or disagree, his hand grabbed the front of my neck, and he pulled me up against his body until I was bowed in the most deliciously uncomfortable way. His lips were near my ear when he said, “After I flood this sweet pussy, I’m going to flood that tight ass of yours next.”
I. Fucking. Came.
“Sayer!”
“Jesus Christ,” he swore, and exploded inside of me. Our orgasms were rocking the entire house, and I’d never felt anything like it before. The intensity was too much, that I collapsed on the couch, and Sayer’s heavy weight followed.
When he finally rolled off me, I curled up with my face towards the back of the couch, and I had every intention of passing out where I was.
I heard a chuckle before I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me off the couch. “Come on, baby.” And I held on for the rest of the day and night.
Epilogue
Sayer~
Iknew I should have said something, but then, that would have ruined the surprise.
It’s been only a few weeks since Monroe and I had made up from that awful fight, but they’ve been magnificent weeks, if I do say so myself.
It started when Leta had returned from her father’s, and she and I had a serious discussion involving how I felt about her mother, and what that meant for her and her father. Leta was Team Sayer, and I’d never been so grateful to a teenage girl in all my life. Even the teenage girl I had lost my virginity to when I was fifteen didn’t have the gratitude that I had for Leta Burns and her support of my relationship with her mother.
Now, Thomas was still being a douchebag, but he was supporting Leta one hundred percent with her counseling, so I couldn’t hate on him too much. He still hated that I was with his ex-wife, but he was just going to have to get over it.
Then there was Monroe and Leta meeting my parents and Gideon. Mom had planned a family dinner, and Nathan had been right. Upon introducing Monroe and Leta, Mom had gotten an instant granddaughter, and for an entire week afterwards, Gideon and Nathan had been sending texts, thanking me for taking the pressure off. Dad had even sent me a thank you text.
The funniest thing was when we had face-timed Nathan for introductions, and Monroe had gone all sports geek on us. Nathan had been impressed with her sports knowledge, but her love for the Dodgers not so much. And Leta hadn’t fangirled at all. She’d just been happy to meet my other brother.
Everything at the firehouse was going smoothly, too, if you didn’t count the fires. And I’d even put Monroe and Leta on my emergency contacts. All the guys had their phone numbers and vice versa. And Jake was still planning one hell of a wedding, though I’ve still to ask Monroe if she’ll marry me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to marry her because I did. But I wanted to do this at her pace. I didn’t have any bad experiences with marriage or divorce, so there was no reason for me to be scared to take the plunge, but that wasn’t the case with Monroe. Baby steps, here.
Besides, Jake was planning the wedding for April which was almost a year away. I was confident she’ll be ready to walk down the aisle again by then. And since Jake was doing all the planning, all Monroe would have to do is say yes.
Now I was carrying a basket full of surprises into her house. “Babe!” I hollered.
“In the kitchen!” she hollered back.
I walked in and she was just shutting the oven. “Dinner should be ready in-” A yelp stopped her. She whirled around and I placed the basket on the counter. “What the-”
“When I told you I had to run over to Leonard’s really quick, it was to pick up our kids,” I told her.
Her eyes widened. “Our kids?” She leaned over and peeked into the basket. “Oh, God.”
“They’re English Foxhounds, and they’re all male,” I told her. “Since you don’t plan on having any more children, this is what we get.”
Her big brown eyes were watery when she looked over at me. “You got me puppies?”
I nodded. “I know those gender reveals things are all the rage nowadays, but I don’t want to be labeled as crazy.” She choked out a laugh. “But I’ll be crazy if you want to present your kids to the world all in grand fashion and all.”
Monroe walked around the counter and wrapped me up in a hug. “You’re nuts,” she chuckled.
