11. London

Monroe was testing me for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I didn't want to keep giving in to her, but it felt right. She knew I was attracted to her, and she was playing on that shit. She had this crazy idea that she could free herself on my dick, and the more I fought her, the more persistent she was. Her hand wandered down my chest and into my shorts.

"Heal me." Her voice was dripping with need. It had my dick standing at attention remembering how good she'd felt last night. I wanted her, but the more we connected our souls the harder it would be for both of us when it was time to part ways.

"Monroe," I called, grabbing her hand to try and stop her. I wanted to show her around the neighborhood a little more and prepare her for my return to Miami. I had no plans to dig her guts out today.

"One for the road." She dropped to her knees.

"Monroe, get up." I tried to pull her up, but all my restraint vacated when she popped my dick out of my shorts and slathered it with spit. I was gone for this woman, and it was no use in trying to fight it.

"Shit!"

She wrapped her soft hands around my shaft and began stroking as she took me into her mouth.

"Damn." She had me moaning like a bitch as I fought through my foggy vision to look at her. Monroe had a vacuum as a mouth. It was the perfect mixture of warmth, wetness, and pressure.

"Mm," she moaned on my dick as she looked up at me.

"Take this shit off." I leaned over and tugged at her dress. I wanted to see all of her. She pulled my dick out of her mouth just long enough to slip her dress over her head. She was nearly naked underneath except for the brown lace bra she wore.

"Fucking perfect!" I complimented as she shoved my dick back down her throat. "Fuck, Chocolate. Suck that shit."

I balanced my body up against the ledge of a shelf to stop from falling. Monroe was sucking my soul out of my body. Her mouth was latched perfectly around my dick as her eyes pierced up at me, telling me a million things that she needed. It was sending shivers down my spine.

"Just like that." I relaxed my hand on the back of her head, palming her messy curls as she slurped on my dick. She was sucking and licking me with so much precision I wanted to show up at Kashus's doorstep and put a bullet in his ass for playing with her. The thought that he had experienced this and still fucked around on her pissed me off.

"You look so fucking beautiful eating this dick. Don't stop!" My head fell back, and I released a series of grunts. I was on the verge of spilling my seeds down her throat. I wasn't ready for that, though. My dick was rock hard, and I needed to be inside her. Pulling her up, I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her over to an empty wall. I could tell she was shocked at how I lifted her with ease. Monroe's weight was nothing to me. She was probably two hundred something pounds, but I bench pressed more than that. I wasted no time positioning myself at her entrance. I breached her walls slowly and they welcomed me like a long-lost friend, suctioning me in.

"Damn, Chocolate." I grunted. Monroe had to be a Dotson vacuum cleaner in her past life with the way her mouth and pussy had gripped me.

"Damn." I growled again, finding a steady pace inside of her. My hands gripped her ass cheeks as I rammed into her. This shit felt better than any pussy I'd ever known. I gripped the sides of her waist to deepen my thrusts. Last night, I took it easy on her. I ain't want us to end up in the middle of the ocean, but today I was going to give her just what she wanted.

"Oh… my… fuck!" She moaned. Her pussy was soaking wet, making it easy for me to slide in and out of her insides. I'd never felt anything so good.

"Heal me! Heal me!" A pleasurable cry escaped her mouth as I pounded into her. I followed her request as I plowed into her harder and faster, trying to mend her broken pieces with my dick.

"Ohhhh!" she screamed. Her pussy was squeezing me so tight I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but I wasn't going to stop until her sweet shit rained down on me.

"Heal me!" she exclaimed again as I bounced her in the air on my dick.

"Tell me you"re beautiful!" I dug my hands into her ass cheeks.

"I'm beautiful!"

"Tell me you"re enough!" I brought her body into mine. She wrapped her hands around my neck as I continued my healing assault on her pussy.

"I'm enough! I'm enough!"

"Tell me you"re worthy of love." I growled in her ear while thrusting feverishly inside of her. I could feel her tight walls contracting around my dick. She was on the verge of cumming.

"I'm worthy of love!" she screamed as she exploded on my dick. I gripped her tighter, never stopping my thrusts. I wasn't done affirming her. If Monroe wanted to find her healing on my dick, then that's exactly what she was going to get.

"Tell me you trust yourself."

"Yes… Oh my God! I'm cumming!" Her body was shaking from the impact of her orgasm. I held her in place, pounding inside of her.

"Tell me, Monroe! I want to fucking hear that shit!"

"I trust myself!" The impact from her orgasm pushed me out of her insides and her sweet juices shot into the air.

"Damn!" I watched her juices spray me and the plants that were next to us before plunging back into her. My strokes were long and hard. I was about to nut.

"Oh my God! You're fucking me… so good!" she moaned. That was it, her sweet voice was the last straw I needed to send me overboard. I erupted and coated her walls without any care. She said she was on birth control, and normally, I verified that shit for myself, but at this moment, I didn't give a fuck. I stayed inside her for a minute. I couldn't move. I needed a moment to catch my breath and my composure.

"You're fucking beautiful, Monroe." I connected my lips to hers. Her eyes were closing as if she was trying to fall asleep.

"We don't have time for a nap, Chocolate!" I lowered her down to the floor, making sure she was steady on her feet before shedding my shorts. They'd gotten wet from Monroe's squirting session. Grabbing them off the floor, I moved to the door.

"Come on so I can feed you," I instructed. Monroe stood there with her arms wrapped around her partially naked body. I stared at her for a moment before it hit me. She wasn't comfortable in her skin. Walking back over to her, I grabbed her by the hand.

"It's only us here, and I've already seen all your flaws. They're beautiful. Let's go eat!"

She hesitated for a moment before dropping her other hand and nodding.

"Let's go eat." She allowed me to lead her out of the greenhouse and into the kitchen.

"Aunt V brought over lunch. I had her put it in the microwave," I said as I led her over to the counter to have a seat before walking to the microwave.

"We're going to eat naked?" she questioned.

"Yeah, we can get dressed later." I shrugged my shoulders and removed the two plates of food from the microwave. Luckily, they were still warm.

"I'm very comfortable being naked, Monroe." I set the food down in front of her and took my seat.

"I am too… when I'm alone." She moved around on the chair uncomfortably.

"Then pretend you're alone." I bit into my food. She looked like she was about to say something else, but the blaring sound of my phone ringing from the greenhouse stopped her.

"I'll be right back," I told her as I removed myself from the table and headed back into the greenhouse. My phone stopped ringing just as I reached the door but started right back up again. It had to be urgent if someone was calling repeatedly. Finally reaching my phone, I glanced at the caller. It was Meechie. I swiped the screen to answer the call.

"Yeah, bro?"

"I hope you on your way back to Miami." I could tell by his voice that something was up.

"What's wrong, nigga?"

"Kashus wants his fiancée back. He's put an APB out on her in the streets. I don't think he's alerted Mr. Iris yet."

"Good; let him scramble."

"You want me to set up the meeting with Mr. Iris?"

I shook my head. "Naw! I haven't told her about getting married, yet." My eyes shot to the door. Everything was falling into place perfectly. As I predicted, Kashus wouldn't go straight to Monroe's dad because he didn't want to risk looking incapable of taking care of her. It gave me just enough time to swing in and be the hero. All I had to do now was get Monroe on board with the rest of the plan. That was the complicated part. I didn't want to be another man in her life that was forcing something on her or telling her what to do. I already cared too much about her for that.

"Fuck, nigga! You may not have that much time. What are you waiting on?" Meechie was stressed. I could hear it in his voice. I was changing the plan, and he knew me well enough to know when I was changing my mind.

"I can't force another marriage on her, Meechie. I gotta come up with another way." I rubbed my hand across my forehead.

"If you don't marry her, the only other way is to dry up their pockets, and that may get bloody." Meechie chortled. I thought about what he'd said. The original plan was to marry Monroe to save her from having to marry Kashus. Her father couldn't marry her off if she was already married. Just having the London last name would allow her a certain level of protection. We would only need to be married on paper, and she would be free. It was the perfect plan, but the more I got to know her, the worse I felt about forcing her into another marriage—on paper or not.

"Let's try to avoid the blood bath. I ain't tryna get into the field. I'll be back within the next few hours. Set up the meeting."

"And say what when we get there?" Meechie shot back. It was a valid question. One I had no real answer to, but I would figure it out before then.

"Say I'm your wife," Monroe blurted, causing me to turn around. She was standing in the doorway with her naked body glistening in the sun. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and intrigue. She'd heard me. I stared into her eyes, searching for her certainty.

"You heard me?"

She nodded, stepping into the greenhouse.

"My father only wants me to marry Kashus for his connections. If I"m already married, there's nothing he can do about it. Besides, the London name holds more weight than the Grants. He'll be pissed at first, but he won't rip me away from you to put me back with Kashus."

I stared at her for a moment, intrigued that she was willing to go through with it, but I wouldn't let her. I couldn't.

"You don't have to marry me, Monroe. We'll get another plan."

"This is the best plan," she replied.

"She's right," Meechie agreed, interrupting the stare I had on Monroe.

"You sure you want to do this? We'll just be married on paper, but you'll still be running from one marriage to another one." I neared her, wanting to make sure she was aware of everything she'd be getting herself into. Monroe's eyes lit up, and a confidence I hadn't seen in her shined through them.

"Yeah, that may be true… but with this one, marrying you is my choice. I don't feel forced, and it'll only be on paper, right?"

"Only on paper," I confirmed. "After we're done with all of this, you'll be free to go. No more arrangements."

Monroe and I stared at one another for a moment. Even if temporary, this was a big step—a risky one. We'd already slept together twice, and I didn't want Monroe to get confused on what this whole thing was about.

"Do we get to have a wedding?" she questioned, making me smirk at the way her face lit up.

"Whatever you want, remember?" I reminded her of what I'd told her last night.

She suggested, "A small ceremony on the beach."

"A small ceremony on the beach it is." I held up my hands in surrender. "Anything else?"

"One more thing." She held up her pointer finger.

"Yes?" I asked intrigued.

"I need someone to walk me down the aisle." She giggled.

"I got you!" Meechie's voice thundered through the phone. "Just tell us what to wear and me and Polo are there!" he shouted, making Monroe burst into laughter.

"It's settled then. I guess we're getting married tonight." Monroe wrapped her arms around my body. I pushed her back, handing her the phone before running out of the greenhouse. When Meechie and I concocted this plan, I ran out and brought Monroe a ring. If I was going to ask her to marry me, fake or not, I was going to come correct. Grabbing the black box out of the hallway closet, I ran back to Monroe. She was still standing there in all her naked glory talking to Meechie.

"I need to do this shit right." I moved to her and lowered myself to the ground on one knee. "There was no way I was doing this without a ring." I took her soft hand in mine. "Monroe Iris, will you be my wife?" I opened the black box. Tears rimmed in her eyes like we had been dating for many years.

"Yes!" She nodded her head in excitement.

"Then I guess we're getting married, Chocolate." I slid the ring on her finger then quickly found her lips. "You look so beautiful wearing nothing but my ring." It had my dick rising again.

"I do, huh?" She held up her left hand, admiring the diamond. Her smile was priceless.

"Hell yeah." I lifted her up. "Let me tell that pussy how good she look wearing my ring."

Monroe giggled as she wrapped her legs around my neck and used her ringed hand to push my head into her center.

"Man, y'all nasty. I'll see y'all in about an hour." Meechie hung up the phone and Monroe let it drop on a nearby table.

"Heal me with yo' mouth, future husband."

"Say less, Chocolate," I mumbled before latching on to her pretty swollen clit.