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CHAPTER3
Monroe
17 YEARS OLD
“Get you some of that,ma fille!” Nix yells as his Mario Kart character crosses the finish line seconds before mine.
We are in our hangout. I had added blackout curtains, fuzzy chairs, couches, and blankets. We also have a fridge and a counter to eat at. It is like a tiny apartment now. And it is all ours. We don’t allow anyone in here. We’ve been playing here since we were five. Our own little piece of heaven.
Nix holds up his phone and snaps a picture of me pouting and him fist bumping. Jerk.
“Sucks to suck, ma fille.” Nix looks smug, so I tackle him. We crash into the sofa, and I giggle as he tickles me. I’m breathless when he stops. My chest is pressed against his, our legs tangled together. I look down into his cool green eyes as he stares up into mine. Everything freezes and it becomes silent. Tension making the hair on my arms stick up as everything around us fades until there is only him and I. I feel nervous. Why do I feel nervous?
He cups my cheek in his strong hand, pulling me down until our noses touch, then our lips. Sparks fly, electricity crackles. His lips gently roll over mine as I follow his lead. I’d never done this before. The time I thought it would happen for the first time, my dad sabotaged it.
His tongue lightly brushes my lips and I pull back. He groans, gripping my shirt and pulling me back into him until our lips are fused together again. His hands land on my hips, flipping me over, our lips never disconnecting. His tongue dances with mine and a pressure builds in between my thighs. I have an urge to ground my hips into his, but I don’t. Were all kisses like this? Did they all give you the courage to conquer the world? Make you feel like you were flying? Make time stand still and reality fade?
We break apart, both panting. “Fuck, Monroe.” He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip.
“We can’t do that again,” I say, not believing myself for one minute.
His eyes search mine with longing. He is so beautiful, with a square jaw, the edges hard and sharp, a slightly crooked nose from being in one too many fights, plush lips you only see on super models, and long, dark lashes half the female population would kill for. Me included.
His eyes—my God, his eyes—look like something otherworldly with the light green with blue highlights streaking through them. But he is my best friend and we had rules. “It’s not written in the rules, ma fille.”
It wasn’t written in the rules.I pull him back and he lets out a chuckle of surprise before we get lost in each other. The thing about rules? They were meant to be broken. And Nixon and I were about to break.
Nixon
I kissed her. I fucking kissed her. I took advantage because I knew she’d wake up to regret it. No ruining our friendship, Nix. Fuck that noise. I was going to fucking win her over. I knew it. She knew it. Even her crazy-ass father knew it.
Walking into school with my blazer thrown over my shoulder, I high five some people and make my way to my locker. I can’t get her out of my head. It wasn’t something new, but now I knew. I wanted to rock myself into her so bad. Feel her slim legs wrap around my back. Taste her pussy and eat it like it was my last meal. Hear her sweet moans as my name left her lips. Fuck. Now I’m hard. Nothing as fun as having a boner at school.
I’m jerked out of my amazing thoughts by Leslie. See, I should have stopped the rumors about me and her, but I was getting hassled by the guys for never having a girlfriend, so I let them slide. I know they mean nothing, but Leslie? She believes them. I chat with her while setting my stuff in my locker. She is cute, but she isn’t Monroe. Speaking of… I see her walk past us; her glare not going unnoticed by Leslie, who scoots closer to me, planting her hand on my chest. I should have stopped it, but Monroe was jealous. And that’s hot.
I tell Leslie goodbye and chase after Monroe, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the supply closet. “What the hell, Nix?” she whisper-shouts at me.
“Shhhh.” I cup her face, peering into her eyes of warm honey. I speak low, “Tu es si belle, ma fille. J'ai hâte de dévorer tes lèvres.”She stares at my lips, mesmerized. And people thought French was useless. I pin her to the wall as my lips crash down on hers.
“This is the last time, Nix,” she whispers into my lips.
“Then let’s make it count, ma fille.” I wrap her legs around my hips and grind into her. Tiny moans escape her lips, goosebumps erupt across our skin, and my hard dick rubs painfully against the zipper of my school slacks.
She freezes. “Something is happening,” she says, breathlessly.
“Just go with it, ma fille. It’s going to feel so good.” I press my hips harder into hers and swallow her cries of pleasure as her release trickles down her legs. Running my thumb over the wetness, I pull my lips back, sliding my thumb into my mouth and sucking. Her lips part, her mouth slightly opened as she watches me suck her off my thumb. “Tu as le goût du paradis,” I whisper before letting her slide down my body. I plant one last gentle kiss to her lips and walk out.
I love knowing she has no idea what I was saying. She is beautiful, I couldn’t wait to devour her lips, and she sure as fuck tasted like heaven.
