The Problem with Fire - M.E. Clayton Page 0,38

into the skin at the base of his neck.

This was unlike anything we’d done before. I wasn’t sure where this was coming from, but my body exploded in a kaleidoscope of explosive colors as I came all over him. Nothing mattered but how my body was gripping his. Not work. Not any bills. Not Thomas. Not even the possibility of Leta coming home early.

Nothing. Else. Mattered.

And before my body could adjust to the tremors of my release, Sayer was slamming into me almost violently, pictures falling off the wall, crashing to the floor. “You’re mine, Monroe,” he snarled as I felt him expand right before flooding my body with his release. The intensity and violence of his siege on my body causing me to cum again in a way I never knew was possible.

This was what Heaven must feel like.

This was what Hell must feel like, too.

“Sayer…” I breathed out, spent and confused.

“Monroe…” he whispered against my neck.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before exhaustion claimed us both, and he could no longer hold me up. Sayer placed me back on my feet, and once I was solid on my feet, he went to putting his dick back in his pants and I bent down to pick up my torn panties. When he plucked them out of my hand and stuffed them in his pocket, I finally asked what was going on.

He surprised me when he asked, “When are we going to tell Leta?”

My head reared back a bit. “What?”

“I’m tired of hiding this, Monroe,” he said. “I want to tell Leta, so we don’t have to sneak around. So I don’t have to wait a fucking week to see you.”

I blinked up at him. I understood where he was coming from because I hated going so long without seeing him, too, but I wasn’t understanding this. “I don’t like it either,” I told him. “But…well, this is still so new, Sayer. We-”

“But that’s the thing,” he said, cutting me off. “It’s not new. Not to me.” What? “I’ve liked you for months, Monroe. I’m not testing you out. I’m not…dating you to see where this goes. I already know I want you for the long haul.”

“Sayer, where is all this coming from?”

His electric blue eyes bore into mine. “Thomas came by the firehouse today,” he said, further surprising the hell out of me. “He told me to back off because he’s going to try to get you back.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“He said he wants you back,” he repeated.

“And you think I’d do it?” I asked incredulously. “You actually think I’d take him back?”

“No,” he snapped. “But that doesn’t change the fact that, as long as you’re hiding me from Leta, you’re not as serious as I am.”

His words were like a punch to the chest. “That’s not true, Sayer.”

“She’s fifteen, Monroe, not five,” he said, and the attack felt real.

My voice had frosted over, but that couldn’t be helped. “I’m very aware of how old my daughter is, Sayer. But last I checked I was still responsible for her emotional and physical wellbeing while she’s fifteen all the way until she’s eighteen. And because I’m not a shit parent, for many, many years after that as well.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Or is it because I’m the rebound?” he asked harshly, and I couldn’t believe my ears.

“What?” I asked, not recognizing my own voice.

“The rebound?” he repeated. “You’re going to let me break you back in, but the seriousness will come later when you meet a guy closer to your age and more to your liking.” And that’s how I knew Karma had been right.

I had to be in love with Sayer Hayes or else this conversation wouldn’t be hurting so much.

“Get out,” I told him, my voice steady, in no way exposing the hysteria about to take over.

His arms dropped to his sides, and he reached for me. “Monr-”

I flinched and jumped back. “Get. Out.” I hissed. “Get out of my house, Sayer.”

“Monroe-”

Pointing towards the front door, my words were screams, this time. “Get out of my house!”

His face blanched and I could tell he knew he’d just fucked up big time. “Baby-” I shook my head at him, heartbreak really threatening to erupt and humiliate me, and I was tired of being humiliated in front of men who were supposed to care about me.

I might be in love with Sayer Hayes, but I wasn’t going to be stupid about it like I

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