“Monroe,” I whined.
His laugh was wicked in my ear. “Just getting started, baby. Gotta get you hard so we can play later, right?”
I nodded and pressed back into him, loving the feel of him around me. When he let go and stepped away, I groaned in frustration. But he just hummed a merry tune as he grabbed his e-reader and headed into the living room.
I blew out a breath, finished the dishes, and followed him. I found him on the couch, spread out in a way that was clearly an invitation for me to settle between his thighs. I climbed up and settled in, giving his dick an extra rub with my hip for good measure. If I had to be hard and aching, then so did he.
It was still a marvel to me that he accepted this side of me. But from the very beginning, Monroe had not only accepted but went with it as if it was no big deal. To him, it wasn’t and that meant the world to me.
“You good?” he asked, and I could tell by his tone he was talking about more than if I was settled. I didn’t answer, and he reached around me to check himself. Then he decided to leave his hand there. “Yeah, you are.”
I sighed and snuggled in, reveling in his touch. After about a half an hour or so—I always paid attention to the time when he was keeping me hard but not doing anything about it—he gently tossed his e-reader onto the coffee table.
“I heard Elise hired someone to come in and help her run the inn.”
I nodded, spread my legs a little more, then sighed. “Yeah. Her best friend from back in the city. How did you hear about it?”
He didn’t respond, and when I looked up at him he was looking at me like I was stupid. I almost took offense, until I remember that yes, I was being dumb. I groaned and thunked my head onto his chest. Monroe chuckled and rubbed the back of my head with his free hand.
“You see, I have an inside source,” he whispered conspiratorially.
“I know!”
“My brother is her personal assistant,” he continued in the same tone.
“I know!” I shouted again, then laughed even if I was a little embarrassed. “It’s been a long week and yesterday had a bridezilla and a momzilla and it was very much not fun.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I knew it was a tough one.” He rubbed me soothingly. At least the hand working the tension in my neck was soothing. The other one was anything but. But I knew that would pay off eventually.
“Eh. It comes with the territory. The only downside is they often hide their zilla tendencies until it’s too late and I’m stuck. But I guess even zillas deserve their wedding day.”
“True.” Monroe took his hand off my crotch, and I squawked in protest. But Monroe just slid his hand into the waistband of my sweats and took hold of my bare dick. A little maneuvering and he had the head pressed between his wrist and my belly, my balls in his palm, and his fingers against my perineum. When his fingers started tapping lightly, I draped my leg over the back of the couch.
“I love you like this,” Monroe murmured, his breath ghosting over my temple. “It amazes me how much you love this, how beautiful you get when I play with you. I’m so lucky you let me have you this way.”
I went still. He was lucky? My gaze shot to his face, and instantly he stopped tapping against me, though he didn’t move his hand.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“No. N-nothing’s wrong.” My voice caught. I tried again. “You think you’rethe lucky one? Monroe, it’s me who’s lucky. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who didn’t think this kink was weird.”
“I’m glad all the men in your life were stupid fucks, then, because I get to have you as mine. You light up when you talk flowers; you have that serene smile when you’re arranging them. Weddings are your favorite thing, and you glow after almost every one you set up for.” He kissed me, hard and short, then kept his face close. “You love sitting and doing nothing as much as you love going out. And you let me tease you for hours on end, keeping you on edge, until I make you scream my name when you come. You’re all the things I’ve ever wanted, even when I didn’t know I wanted them.”
He was so damn eloquent and all I could do was stare. Finally, I managed some words. “I love you.”
Monroe smirked. He had the gall to smirk, then say, “Yeah, I know. I’ve been telling you that you do for months.”
“Ass,” I teased.