Page 11 of Giving It to the Monster

Pea was married to Rage’s woman’s sister, Melissa. They had an unconventional relationship, one that not many understood. They were married, but they saw other people, an open relationship.

Saint didn’t know how Pea could stand to see Melissa with other men. If any woman belonged to him, he’d never let another fucker touch her.

Glancing back at the door, he thought about Natasha. She’d been his woman once. He would fight so damn fiercely for her. They had been inseparable from the time they were young kids.

She’d been with him when his mom left, taking Elena with her. When life got too damn hard at home, she’d be there for him. The nights he didn’t want to stay home, he’d camp out in her room, waiting for the time to pass until he had to leave so her parents never found him there. Natasha had changed. He saw it when he looked into her eyes. She was no longer the young girl, or the young woman he’d fallen in love with. She’d grown up, getting more curves than he’d ever dreamt was possible. He wanted to pull her close, feel her hot, soft body next to his.

“You okay?” Rage asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Natasha is back, and you’re staring at the house like a lost puppy.”

“I’m right here, okay? Get the meet set, and I’ll be there. This is not a fucking problem. I’m helping her out, but do me a favor, put a search out for Natasha’s husband. I want to know what I’m dealing with. Greenwood was her name. Natasha Greenwood.”

Pea and Vanilla nodded. “Sure thing.” They made their way back to their bikes, leaving Saint to deal with Rage.

“What?”

“You sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t like the way Rage was staring at him, clearly waiting for him to snap. Nothing was wrong with him. Natasha was back, and it didn’t fucking matter.

“I’m fine.”

Rage held his hands up. “You can lean on anyone you want, any time. The club whores will help you get over any problem you’re having.”

“I’m not having a problem.”

“You admitted to me what Natasha meant to you. You don’t think I’ve seen you staring off into space? Watching the couples that are at the club? Wondering?”

“I’m not wondering about shit. What happened between Natasha and me is in the past.”

“Is it? I mean really? She left you, and you’re still alone. You fuck the whores that will have your dick. You never stay a whole night with any of them. You bang them, and move on.”

“I’m starting to get concerned that you’re way too invested in what my dick actually does. I don’t like to share. My bed is my own. Are we done?” Saint stepped up close to his VP, knowing he was being a dick. He didn’t like how close to home Rage was.

Natasha was back, and he’d never stopped thinking about her. She’d moved on, so he’d banged everything he could in order to get over her. His father once told him that the only way to get over one woman, was to have another already sitting in her place.

The problem was, no woman ever matched up to Natasha. It wasn’t just about her pussy for him. Natasha had been his girl. She belonged completely to him. From the time they were little, they had been in each other’s lives, and throughout their growing up, had fast become each other’s first.

She was his first kiss, first love, first everything.

When she had left, she’d taken a huge part of him with her. For the past fourteen years, he’d not been able to breathe. The moment she collapsed in his arms, he’d finally found that breath she took away, and he didn’t want to let it go.

Entering his home, he stopped to see her kneeling on the sofa, waiting for him. In a flash, he saw the younger Natasha. The one who always had a smile for him, and a kind word.

“Is everything okay?” she said, dissolving the memory.

It used to be, “hello, handsome.” She’d always have something fun and witty to say.

“Club business.”

“You’re cutting me out?”

“Natasha, a lot has happened since you were last here, and I’m not going to get you involved in shit you don’t even understand.” He ran fingers through his hair. “You want breakfast?”

“That would be lovely.”

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