27. Zepp

TWENTY-SEVEN

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The last three hours of school almost had me in the bathroom, jerking one out just so I would last more than five seconds when I finally got inside Monroe. I had sped through Dayton, weaving in and out of traffic until Monroe punched me.

My dick pressed against my zipper, begging to get out as I slid the chain lock on my front door into place. I could honestly say I had never wanted a girl so badly in my life. It wasn't ten seconds later that I had Monroe's clothes off and her naked body plastered to the couch, my face between her thighs. "You're evil, you know it?" I said before swiping my tongue over her. My dick felt like it was ready to split.

"There's that saying about good things..." She yanked at my hair, grinding against my mouth.

"Come to fuckers who wait." I slipped my finger inside of her, feeling her tighten around me. She was so close. "Right, Roe?"

"I…God."

I licked and bit at her, bringing her right to that edge before I stopped. Then I sat back on my heels and swiped the back of my hand over my lips.

"Zepp!" she said on a frustrated groan.

"Like waiting?" I shot a smart-ass grin at her before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.

She yanked at my belt, shoved my boxers down, then fisted me. "You're a dick, you know it?"

"No. That's a dick." I glanced down at my cock in her tiny hand, looking swollen and angry as fuck. I shoved my fingers back inside her, crooking and bending. "Gonna let me fuck you now?" Then I kissed her, pushing her back against the sofa while I picked up my jeans from the floor to fish in the pocket for the condom. I tore open the foil, then shoved the rubber over my dick. "Or you gonna make me wait again?"

"You just have those on you?" she asked.

"I was trying to bang you at school. Remember? I'm a responsible boyfriend."

"Whatever." She grabbed at my hips, pulling me between her open legs. But I stopped before I got inside her.

"So, was that a no to the waiting? I said."

"Oh my God, Zepp. Just fuck me!"

I fought the smirk. "Now, we're getting somewhere." I bit at her nipple. "Beg me again." Her grip tightened when she tried to force me toward her. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"Zepp!" She tossed her head back. "Just fuck me already."

God, she was so bad at this. I brushed against her, the heat nearly drawing me in like a magnet. "Tell me you want my cock in your pussy."

She glared at me. "I want your cock in my pussy." Anger bled through her tone. Almost ruining it for me. "Happy?" she said.

"Yep." Then I pushed into her. Slow. Hard. Deep. Until my jaw clenched and my fingers balled into a fist because I was already about to lose it. I stilled, and she tried to pull me farther inside. "Wait a second."

I refocused, then took my time, making sure each movement made her grip on my shoulders tighten or forced an uneven breath from her lungs. I may have been with girls before Monroe, but none of them mattered. As far as I was concerned, she may as well have been my first.

I brought her to the point of getting off a few times, only to keep her right there and drag it out before I finally let her fall over that edge. Her back arched off the couch, she buried her fingertips into my skin and moaned. That breathy sound sent me over the edge. Balls tightening and heat spreading over me like an inferno before I released and collapsed on top of her.

I pressed a breathless kiss to the side of her neck. "I can't get enough of you."

"Good."

Someone tried to open the door, but the chain caught. "What the…Zepp!" Hendrix shouted from the front, slamming the door shut then trying to open it again. I handed Monroe her clothes while taking my jeans from the floor. "It's locked, dumbass."

"No shit." He closed it then tried to open it. Again. "You're in there with your dick and balls out, aren't you?"

Monroe rolled her eyes before she tugged her shirt over her head, then started through the doorway to the stairs.

"Yeah," I said. "I had my balls all over your favorite spot on the couch." I waited for Monroe to make it to the top of the steps before I snatched the chain from the lock.

Hendrix barreled through, bumping his shoulder against me. "You're sick. And your balls are sick." He bumped me again. "Balls are for the bedroom."

That nasty asshole had more sex on the couch and the kitchen counter than he ever did in his bedroom. "I've seen your taint more times than I need to." I shoved him, knocking him into the wall before I headed to my room.

Monroe looked up from her phone when I closed my bedroom door, then tossed it to the bedside table.

"Hendrix is…" One of her brows lifted in thought. "Did he get dropped on his head as a child?"

"Probably. Also, I beat him with a whiffle ball bat a lot when we were kids." I flopped onto my back, grabbed her, and pulled her against my chest. I wasn't sure when this had become normal, but it was, and the thought that it could all end in a second, made my stomach knot.

Before Monroe, all that had mattered were those moments of bliss, a quick high, a quick fuck, but now all that mattered was her. That was all that mattered, which meant I was screwed because I was undeniably in love with her. I combed my fingers through her hair, the soft scent of coconut settling around me like an invisible shield of comfort. The words crept to the tip of my tongue. Three words that would make me more vulnerable than I wanted to be. Words where there was no protection if she didn't feel the same. And for every reason I thought I should tell her, I could think of fifty reasons why I shouldn't.

Monroe shifted on the bed, drawing tiny circles on my chest with her fingers. And instead of telling her, I kissed her. Long and hard, pretending that she'd know how I felt without me saying. And then I couldn't feel guilty when it bit us both in the ass.

"You gonna stay here tonight?"I asked.

"Yes. Please." On a sharp exhale, her fingers splayed across my chest. "My mom moved Jerry in."

Every muscle in my body tensed. That piece of shit. I didn't want Monroe over there. "You know you don't have to go back there."

"You want me hanging around your house all the time?"

"You already do."

She swatted at my stomach. "It's fine. I can handle Jerry for a few months."

I tightened my jaw. Her need to pretend she could manage something she couldn't irritated the shit out of me. Then what she had said dawned on me. "A few months?"

"If I get into a college, yeah."

And then she would leave.

"Hey." She moved, the mattress springs creaking when she dug her chin into my chest, then looked up at me. "It won't change anything, Zepp."

"I didn't say it would."

"You didn't have to." She cocked a brow.

Seconds ticked by, thoughts weighing heavy on my mind while I stared at the ceiling. "If you could get an offer anywhere, where would you want to go?"

"Dixon is my first choice. It's at the beach." A kink formed in my stomach. It was a good thing I had swallowed those words down earlier.

"Yeah…"

"Zepp…" She touched my cheek, turning my face toward hers. "I probably won't even get an offer. Let's just cross that bridge if we get there."

Cross it and fall straight off the edge. But whatever. I kissed her forehead. "Yeah. Sure."

Her eyes narrowed for a moment. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. "You're still thinking about it."

I squeezed her tighter. Somehow, in the matter of a month, she had become everything to me, and I had no idea how I was supposed to let that go. "I'm thinking about pizza."

She smirked. "You're a horrible liar."

I focused on the ceiling again, sweeping my fingers over her back for a few minutes. There were two colleges a hell of a lot closer than Dixon… "Why Dixon?"

"I don't know. Go to the beach. Run away."

That gave us eight months, maybe. I bit at my lip, thinking it was easier when I didn't give a shit.

"I've always been living for the day I could get out." Her finger tapped my chest. "Until I jacked a car off this asshole, and now he's kind of become a problem."

"A problem, huh?"

"All kinds of trouble," she said.

"I have the same kind of problem with this redhead. She's turned me into a pussy." I shifted on the bed, turning to face her.

Monroe had made me the kind of guy I used to despise, the kind who would do anything for a girl, regardless of what it meant for him.