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CHAPTER14
Nixon
I watchmy mom and Monroe dance to “It’s Tricky” by Run-D.M.C. as they cross arms and ankles, going in a circle. You know, for my mom to be so old, well… I guess forty-one isn’t exactly old. Anyway, my mom has killer moves. She and Monroe were giving the others a run for their money. Aunt Eliza wasn’t too bad, but the others were seriously slacking.
“Have they always been so… close?” My conniving girlfriend asks while frowning at my mom and Monroe.
I bite back a snarl as I grip her tighter, pulling her closer. “My mom’s her dance teacher. They just bond really well, I guess.” My girlfriend rolls her eyes, looking back at her phone as my eyes go back to the entertainment.
* * *
Monroe is opening presents and when she gets to mine, I hide a laugh. Holly went home about thirty minutes ago. We broke the party down to family only. “A gift card?” she asks, looking at me confused. Her little nose scrunches up in that cute way. “To your favorite restaurant?” she questions, frowning. “
“So you can take me out,” I reply, smiling as she stares at me like I’ve lost my shit.
“Thank… you? I think,” she says, tossing the gift card on the table. I wink at her.
Once she’s done opening presents, the parents retire into the McKnights’ house and I snag a very tipsy Monroe’s hand. We rush next door and up the stairs until I get her to my room and lock the door. Her brown hair is spread over my pillow. She's giggling and my heart is so full. “A gift card, really?” she asks. “And not even to, like, a nice designer store. Man, you’re cheap, Nix.”
I dive into the bed, wrapping her up. “Come on, ma fille, you know that’s not your real present.” I bite into her breast and she squeals.
“What’s my present then?”
“Orgasms, of course.” I scoff like it was a stupid question.
She smacks my chest and I capture her wrist, laying a kiss on the inside. She giggles again. Reaching over to my bedside table, I pull out a Tiffany’sbox. It's long and… baby blue? Teal? Who the fuck knows. But it’s wrapped in a white bow.
She gasps, her big golden eyes widening. She takes the box, unwrapping it and pulling out a golden chain with the letters N and M tangled together and a heart-shaped charm that reads Nixon’s engraved into it. Her eyes glaze over, and she smiles. “Oh my gosh, Nix.” She swipes the tears from her cheeks, handing me the necklace.
She turns and pulls her hair to the side. I clip the necklace on, kissing my way up her nape. “You like it?” I whisper by her ear.
She turns around, cupping my cheek, her golden browns to my greens. “It’s perfect,” she whispers.
I smile before gently kissing her. My hands roam her body as I slowly lower her so she’s under me. My body fitting between her legs. My lips roll over hers. Slowly, so painfully slow, I kiss down her neck, pulling her shirt over her head as she works my jeans. I kick them off. Grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling it over my unruly blond hair. Standing in nothing but my boxers, I pull off her skirt, throwing it over my shoulder. Her eyes greedily roam my body. And I know I look good. I work hard for this masterpiece. Total douche thing to say, but fuck if it isn’t the truth.
My eyes trail over her body, catching fire. Baby blue lace panties curve and stretch over her accentuated hips. Toned stomach pinching in at the waist. Her small but perfects tits resting neatly in the matching lacey bra. It’s like the universe made the perfect woman for me in the shape of my best friend. I knew, I just knew I was going to put so many babies in her one day.
I lick a path up her stomach, biting through the thin layer of lace and sucking on her pert nipples. She moans, running her hands through my hair. I drag my teeth, pulling her panties down before spreading her wide. Like a drug I couldn’t get enough of, I slip my tongue inside of her, my nose brushing her clit. My name falls from her lips as her hips thrust into my face. “Just like that, baby girl,” I praise her, my hands clutching her thighs to bring her closer.
Sucking on her lips, I insert two fingers inside her, curling them. She shutters, goosebumps gracing her skin. She tastes like heaven, and I want to savor every drop as she releases on my tongue, soaking my chin. I watch her face, a silent scream on the tip of her tongue. I am seconds away from pulling myself out, to give in to the temptation, selfishly taking what’s always been mine, when my door bursts open.
“Fuck!” my dad barks.
I cover Monroe with my body to shield her. “Goddamn it, Dad.” I look over my shoulder as he peeks between his fingers, getting a nice shot of my ass in my boxers. “Really?” I groan exasperated.
“Get off the Davenport girl before her dad kills you,” my dad says, not hiding his amusement at my turmoil.
“This is how I want to die,” I mumble.
I look down at Monroe. Her eyes are heavy with sleep and instead of making her leave, I curl up next to her, tucking her into my body and pulling the covers over us. She sighs, snuggling into my chest. I know I should make her leave. That I should be a better man and not let her be the other woman, but I couldn’t.
I love her too much to set her free.
