Kellen hissed.
“Okay,” Jake hollered. “I think it’s time for you to go, Monroe’s ex-husband.”
Feeling safe with a wall of firefighters between us, Thomas yelled, “This isn’t over!”
“You’re right!” I yelled back. “It’s not!”
Kellen was patting my chest, trying to calm me down. “Relax man,” he said. “Don’t let him get to you.”
I watched as Carl, Demarcus, and Lance escorted Thomas from the building, but the guys didn’t let me go until we could hear the obvious signs of Thomas’ car driving away. But even then, it was still a couple of minutes later that the guys finally let me go.
“What in the fuck was that all about?” Lance asked.
“He came here to tell me to back off because he wants Monroe back,” I told them, my chest still heaving, my mind still racing.
“Fuck that shit,” Kellen snapped.
“Wow,” Carl muttered.
“He’s gone now,” Leonard said. “Let’s all calm down.”
But before I could lie and tell them all that I was calm, Jake lost his shit. “Fuck that, Leonard,” he bit out. “That asshole is not ruining our wedding.” Then he stormed off after shutting us all the fuck up.
“I need a fucking drink,” Garrett muttered before following Jake.
The rest of the guys hovered around to make sure I wasn’t going to do anything stupid like go after Thomas. I glance around at all the concerned faces, and actually felt touched. “I’m fine, guys.” No one said a word. “Seriously. I’m fine.”
“You’re lying,” Kellan accused.
“That I am,” I agreed.
Chapter 19
Monroe~
Can’t say I saw this coming.
I stood in my doorway looking up at a very angry, but hot, Sayer Hayes. It was a little past six, and while Leta had taken off to help a student with some late tutoring, I knew Sayer stayed at the firehouse during his rotations on.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised as hell.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Is Leta home?”
I shook my head. “No. She went to help out a student with some late tutoring for a test tom-” Sayer’s lips slammed down on mine, stopping my explanation of Leta’s whereabouts.
And what’s more surprising?
When Sayer’s hand slid into my hair as he backed me into the house. It had been a long day, so I was still in my work blouse and skirt, but those were quickly discounted as Sayer’s big, rough hands ripped my blouse down the middle, sending buttons flying everywhere.
“I fucking need you,” he growled against my lips. “You’re mine, Monroe. You’re fucking mine.”
Okay.
Not sure what was going on here, but it was hard to think when Sayer was attacking me.
And he was attacking me.
“Sayer-”
“No,” he bit out as his hands found my thighs, and he was lifting me, slamming my back up against the wall. “You’re mine. Say it, Monroe,” he demanded, his lips still against mine. “Fuck.”
“I’m yours,” I said, the words sounding right and real.
“Take me out, baby,” he demanded as the wall took the brunt of my weight. “Take me out, so I can fuck that tight pussy hard and deep.” I moaned and did as he asked.
While I was struggling to unbutton his jeans, his right hand was ripping at the lace underneath my skirt. When I heard the fabric tear, my body started leaking its arousal. No one has ever wanted me this desperately before, and it was an addicting feeling to feel this from Sayer.
As soon as I freed him, he took his dick from my hands, guided it to my center and pushed in, making my head fall back, cracking against the wall. “Oh, God…”
Sayer’s big hands dug into my thighs as my arms wrapped around his neck. “Your cunt always feels so tight around me, baby,” he grunted. “I’ll never get enough of you or your tight pussy.”
“Harder,” I begged. “Please…”
His hips crashed into mine, causing the front door to shutter against my back with the force of his thrusts. “I want this every night, Monroe,” Sayer growled against my neck, his lips and teeth marking me and making me flood his cock.
No one’s ever marked me before.
No one has ever been this animalistic with me.
I felt fucking wanted.
“Sayer, oh, God…”
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped out, his voice dark and urgent. “Cum all over me. Flood my cock.” His dirty demands were making it happen. “Give it to me, Monroe. Give me everything, baby.”
“I’m cumming,” I whimpered, the force of the wave stealing the strength in my voice. “Sayer…” He grunted and growled, and his fingers dug into my flesh so hard, my nails dug