Head Above Water (Nightshade MC Book 4) (15 page)

“Don't say that too loud; Minnie is a doll, but she can't cook for shit. Let's go and grab something unless you've got something else to do.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Monroe replied testily.

“It means if you have something else to do, I get that you couldn't go and eat with me. Jesus, what crawled up your ass and hooked in some barbs? You've had a shitty attitude and a puss on your face ever since you talked to Buster.”

“It's nothing,” Monroe replied.

“I call bullshit on that. Look, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that whatever conversation you had with him didn't go the way you wanted. I'm willing to go out on a limb and say it was about Drea.”

“Why would you say that?” Monroe often forgot how observant Caesar could be. Maybe from his military training or maybe he just had a good instinct, either way it made him a good man to have at your side when shit went down.

“It's the only thing I can think of that the two of you would disagree about. She's more than just a source and a bounce to you, isn't she?”

“What if she is?” Monroe was ready to go on the offensive.

“Good for you, that's what.” Caesar shook his head. “Since everything that I'm saying to you seems to piss you off, maybe I'd better just stop talking and go get my food alone.”

“I want to tell her what's been going on, how I've been taking things back to Nightshade. Buster thinks it's a bad idea.”

“He's right,” Caesar replied. “That's a can of worms better left unopened. You think that she's going to take it well? She's not. I think I know Drea kind of well, we always talked some when I went into the store. Someone let her down. Someone hurt her. Don't you do it, too.”

It was a surprisingly compassionate thing for the man to say, and Caesar wasn't known for his sentiment. “Starting something with a lie hanging between us doesn't sit right with me.”

“Sometimes a lie is better than the truth. Night before I got married, her father showed up at my place with fifty thousand dollars in a duffle bag. He said that it was mine, free and clear, as long as I didn't show up the next day.”

“You were married?”

“I wasn't more than a kid, nineteen and getting ready to ship off for basic training. We'd dated all through high school, just seemed to be the right choice at the time. Wasn't in the long run. Hell, her father probably used that money to pay for the divorce lawyer, but that's not the point. The point is, I never told her, not even when things got ugly. At first, I didn't tell her because it would have hurt her. After a while, it didn't matter because she wouldn't have believed me.

“Thanks for the advice,” Monroe replied through his shock at the information Caesar had just shared. It might have been the longest thing he'd ever said about something personal.

“You still want to get food or what? I feel like a burger and a beer.”

Monroe recognized a change of subject when he heard one, so he let it go. “That sounds really good,” he agreed. “I'll get everything on the truck so we can go.”

“I'll tell them I'll be back in the morning,” Caesar said, heading towards the house.

“Hey, I can come here and finish up tomorrow. Lately, I know that I haven't really been pulling my weight.”

“Yeah, well you've had your reasons. I'd appreciate that, though. The idea of sleeping late tomorrow gets my dick seriously hard, which means I probably won't be sleeping much tonight,” Caesar answered with a smirk.

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Love and Lace had a temporarily closed sign in the window. Each time Monroe saw it, he felt sad. Drea hadn't made the decision lightly. GP had started to take up more and more of her time, so she'd made the decision and cried all night once it was done.

Monroe raised his hand and knocked. Casey opened the door a moment later. “Hey Monroe, she's upstairs. You can go on up. Quietly though, the boys are still filming.”

“What's on the menu today?”

“A threesome, two guys and a woman. Next is two women and one guy. We already did three woman.” Casey rattled off the information as if she were listing the groceries she'd picked up at the store. “I didn't have any sex and I'm exhausted,” she added with a laugh. “Tell Drea that I'm going to run out and get some more protein bars and sports drinks. Got to keep their strength, and everything else, up.”

Monroe had really thought she was just going out to get snacks the first time he'd heard her say that, but quickly he'd realized it was a euphemism for going out to get the little blue pills that fueled the filming upstairs. There would be snacks as well, all kinds. There would also be drinks and illicit substances. He got to the top of the stairs, heard moaning.

He found Drea in the doorway of one of the two rooms, so engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of her that she didn't hear his approach. She jolted when he laid his hand on her hip. “Hey, hon,” he whispered the words.

“CUT,” Stuart, the one behind the counter, shouted. The other director, Claude, was on the other side of the room, he had a disapproving look on his face. “Did you not feel Mary pushing against your leg, Jock?”

Jock was a ridiculous porn name but Monroe kept that opinion to himself.

“I thought that she was just getting into it,” the man replied.

“I wasn't, asshole.” Mary got to her feet. The second male actor grabbed a robe from the corner and handed it to her. “I need a break.”

“We can call it a wrap for the day,” Claude offered.

“No, we're almost done. I just need a minute to get the taste of his dick out of my throat.” Mary put on the robe. “Give me ten.”

“Take twenty,” Drea told her. The tone of her voice indicated she was in business mode. “How many movies have you shot for GP, Jock?”

“This is the first one since you took over. Dozens with your father. Why?”

“Things run a little differently here, Jock.” Drea walked into the room. Her heels were black today to match the black dress she wore. He loved how she looked in her work clothes. “I thought that I made it clear to your agent that GP is not the same company my father ran. I watched the run-through earlier when it was made clear that Mary is into a lot of things, but not forced blowjobs. Do you remember that?”

“How was she not into it? She was coming!”

“She was coming because Rick was finger fucking her, not because you were trying to ram your way down her throat.” Drea's voice hadn't risen at all. “This is your one and only warning, if you ever do something you know that your partner doesn't want again, you'll never make another movie.”

“You're not the only name in the game, Drea.”

“It's going to hard to get a job anywhere without the ability to perform,” Drea said the threat so calmly that Monroe could see it didn't register with Jock right away. Once it did, the man's mouth dropped open and he began to stammer. “That's what I thought. Apologize to Mary, finish the shoot and watch yourself.”

Monroe adjusted his jeans, they'd become uncomfortably tight watching Drea. There was something about her in business mode that got his dick hard every single time.

Jock mumbled an apology; it most likely wasn't sincere. Drea gave him a long, scathing look before she started for the door. “I need a break, too,” she said softly as she passed.

Monroe followed her downstairs, into her office. He locked the door behind them, cocked an eyebrow at Drea as she started to take off her dress. Underneath she wore a set that seemed to be made of all lace in a dark green that made her skin just glow. “What are you doing, hon?”

“I've got a meeting later and I don't want to go to it with a wrinkled dress.” She hung the dress neatly over the back of the chair. “You did lock that door, right?”

“Right,” Monroe replied. “Did watching them fucking get you hot?”

“Why don't you come on over here and find out for yourself?” She suggested. She released her hair from the intricate knot she'd had it in, let it fall loose.

Monroe crossed over to where she stood, backed her up against the wall. She moaned as his hands began to stroke her heated skin. It only took one look in her eyes to know that she had indeed been enjoying the show. “It did, I can tell.” He let one hand skim over her belly and beneath her panties. “Jesus,” his voice came out sounding strained as he felt just how much she'd been enjoying the show. “What was your favorite part?”

He'd surprised her, he saw it in her expression. Her eyes went wide, she sucked in a sharp breath and there was just the faintest trace of red on her cheeks. “When Rick went down on her and Jock stayed on her tits. She came, really came, not like the way she normally fakes it.”

“You want two guys?”

“I want you,” she replied.

Monroe gave her what she wanted. He slid two fingers inside of her, felt the warm rush of her arousal seep down into his hand. If he'd been so inclined, he could have simply torn away the panties and had his way with her, but her words echoed in his head. He let his thumb slide against her clit with one hand, yanked her bra up with the other.

Her tits sprang free, more than just a handful which was definitely his preference. Drea whimpered as he ran his finger over the already stiff peak of her nipple. Monroe responded by sliding a third finger inside of her and lowering his head. There was no need to be gentle, he'd become very familiar with what she liked. She liked him to bite down, suck hard.

“OH!” Her hands found the back of his head, held him closer as she rolled her hips against him. Monroe curled his fingers inside of her, hit the spot he knew would set her off like a rocket. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her body went rigid and then liquid. He barely caught her before she slid right to the ground.

“You good?”

“So good,” she replied in a purr. “I think I can stand now.”

“You don't have to, go and get on the couch, on your knees and hold onto the back. I'm not done with you yet.”

Monroe snagged the condoms out of his wallet and got undressed as she did what she asked. She spread her legs as she leaned forward. The movement opened her to him completely. Drea turned her head over her shoulder to watch him approach, confusion flickered over her face as he sank down to his knees.

“Monroe!” Her head snapped back as his mouth found her. Once again, he knew what she liked and he gave it to her.

She tasted like honey, thick, warm and sweet against his tongue. She began to moan, her hips picking up the rhythm he'd set. Monroe reached up, gripped her hips and held her tight. Tight enough that she couldn't move against him the way she wanted too. He didn't want her to move, he wanted her to come.

“Please,” she whimpered the word.

Monroe thrust his tongue inside of her heat as he worked her clit in a fast circle. Words seemed to escape her, she began to babble, and he knew that she was close. He slid his free hand beneath her, grabbed her tit and pressed his thumb down over her nipple hard.

She came so hard that she lost her grip on the couch and slid down. It was only then Monroe realized she was crying.

He pulled back from her as if he'd been shocked with electricity, flipped her over onto her back. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. God, no.” She reached out for him, pulled him close and kissed him. Monroe groaned because he knew that she was tasting herself on his tongue. “I need you.”

Monroe pulled back from her, grabbed one of the condom packets he'd tossed to the floor. He put the latex on in record time.

Drea shifted to that she was at the very edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide, hooked her arms around her knees. Once again she'd completely exposed herself to him. The trust she put in him humbled him, especially now that he'd made his choice about keeping her in the dark. Monroe shoved that thought down, focused on her and the moment.

Her body, as relaxed as it was, resisted as he pressed inside of her. A small sound escaped Drea's throat. He didn't think it was a sound of distress, so he continued to slide into her until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

She looked up, met his eyes and rolled her hips. Any control or thought of going slow and sweet fled Monroe's mind. What took over was something more animalistic, primal even. He began to move, hard deep strokes punctuated by her sharp cries. Drea's hands found his arms, her nails dug in. There was a sharp burst of pain as her nails punctured his skin, but it faded fast as her body began to contract around him.

Monroe dug for control, managed to stave off his own release until he felt hers rush through her body. He came with a shout, his vision actually going blurry for several seconds. Mindful of his weight, he shifted off of her and collapsed on the couch next to her.

“I made you bleed,” Drea said, her voice full of sleep. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. How much time do you have before your next meeting?”

“Enough for a nap,” she answered with a yawn.

Monroe chuckled. “Alright, hon. Let me get rid of this condom and then I'll join you for that nap.”

“'kay,” she mumbled, already close to sleep.

By the time that he dropped the condom into the trash and turned around, she was asleep. Monroe picked up the panties he couldn't remember taking off her, folded them and set them on the chair where her dress was. Her phone vibrated on the desk; the sound drew his eyes. It wasn't his intention to snoop, but he saw the message that popped up on the screen.