His mouth twitched before he clinked his beer can to mine and strode back to drape himself all over the couch again. He looked like the most appetising thing ever. I would have swapped the chocolate and the Chinese food for him in a heartbeat. I could just picture myself straddling his thighs, pulling his boxers down and taking his huge-
“You gonna stand there staring at me all night or are you gonna sit down?” Monroe asked casually, arching a brow at me.
My skin heated and I ripped the ring pull of my beer open and took an angry sip before moving to the armchair and dropping into it, putting my feet up on the table and firmly ignoring him.
I actually started to get into the trucker show after a while and I almost missed the sound of my phone buzzing in my bag while I was engrossed in it. I reached over the chair, opening the zip and taking it out, finding Blake calling.
“Hey Cinders,” he purred as I connected the call and my heart juddered at his gruff voice. “How was your training session?”
“Good…” I said suspiciously. “What’s up?”
“Just calling to check in. Is Monroe treating you nice?” He chuckled like he didn’t expect that to be the case.
“He mostly ignores me,” I answered honestly and Monroe shot me a look in the corner of my eye. “I think he’s got a thing for trucks. He starts panting whenever there’s an exhaust pipe on screen in this weird ass show he’s watching.”
“Very funny,” Monroe muttered.
Blake roared a laugh. “Tell him not to put his dick in one of those unless the engine’s been off for a while. Frightful fucking burns otherwise.”
“I’ll make sure he knows,” I laughed too, twisting around in my seat to give Monroe my back as I dangled my legs over the arm of the chair. It was kinda nice to talk to someone who wasn’t being a prick for once. “He’s gone to jerk off now, I can hear him grunting out the word freightliner in his bedroom.”
“Oh he’s into the big girls, is he?” Blake chuckled.
“Yeah, he likes them carrying a heavy load,” I snorted.
“Is he going in for a long haul or a short haul?” Blake asked.
A shadow suddenly fell over me and Monroe plucked the phone right out of my hand and I dropped my head back to look up at him as he held it to his ear. “Hey!”
“It’s my night with her, asshole, so fuck off.” He hung up and promptly shoved the phone directly into his boxers.
“What the hell!” I jumped up, my eyes locked on the bulge in his underwear as my phone sat right on top of his dick. “Give it back, asshole.”
I lunged at him, but he caught my waist, dragging me against him and taking me by surprise as I felt my phone and his dick pressing into my thigh. He fixed me with a stare that made my blood ripple and chill. “You were being rude.”
“How was I being rude?” I demanded. “You’re the one who’s been ignoring me all night.”
He tsked, stepping back so I was saved from the delicious press of his body. “Don’t talk to other guys while you’re in my home.”
“You sound awfully like a Night Keeper right now, Nash. And if I’m not mistaken, is that an undertone of jealousy in your voice?” I raised my brows, not backing down from his penetrating gaze despite my jack-hammering heart.
He growled low in his throat, about to walk away but I stepped forward and pushed my hand directly into his boxers. He stiffened in alarm – in both senses of the word - and I couldn’t help but smile as I grabbed my phone, my fingers skimming up the smooth, hard length of him as I retrieved it. My thighs squeezed together as I got seriously hot for him, but I managed to compose myself enough to retreat with my phone in my hand, giving him an innocent look.
Don’t ever underestimate me, Nash Monroe.
His lips parted as he gaped at me and I headed back to my seat, dropping down with a smirk as I turned my attention back to the TV.
He cleared his throat several times before disappearing into his bedroom and I swear he punched something. He soon returned wearing a pair of sweatpants as he sat back on the couch with a scowl.
I leaned over to put my phone back in my bag, wondering why it didn’t bother me that his dick had been rubbed all over it, and noticed the note left by my stalker had fallen out of the bag.
“What’s that?” Monroe asked as I picked up the piece of paper.
I glanced over at him, figuring I would have told him about this straight away before we’d kissed. But now…I didn’t know anymore. Why should I confide in him when he was being a prick all the time?
“Nothing.” I pushed it back into my bag and he sat upright, his eyes raking over my face.
“It’s not nothing. What is it?”
“It doesn’t matter, okay? We’re not pals anymore so you don’t need to act like you give a shit.”
His brow creased and he moved to sit on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees and making his biceps flex. “I’m always here for you, princess.”
His soft voice broke through my walls like a knife sliding through hot butter and my heart pounded faster.
“Do you mean that?” I asked, trying not to pout as he nodded.
“I mean that.” He rested a hand against his heart for a moment and I breathed a sigh of relief. There’s hope for us as friends yet.
I didn’t like that I was keeping so many things from him lately. Since my
