Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)

I cupped one of her tits and tweaked the nipple. “If water and soap get you off more than I did in that bed, I’m all for the fucking shower.”

She grinned and moved past me towards the shower. I trailed my gaze down her body, lingering on her ass. Monroe’s curves were to fucking die for, and that ass was something else.

She snapped me out of my trance. “You gonna stand there staring at my ass all night?”

/> I closed the distance between us with two determined strides. “You keep it up, and that sass will get you fucked harder than you can take,” I growled, forcing her into the shower.

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m really fucking hoping so.”

My gaze caught on the colourful assortment of sex toys she had in her shower. “Fuck, red, you weren’t kidding about the vibrators, were you?” There were at least seven different vibrators, dildos, and bullets in her shower. On top of that, she had a handle and footrest set-up. The only thing I was surprised not to see was a dildo suctioned to the wall.

“I don’t kid about sex. I’m dedicated to it in ways you can’t even imagine.”

“I don’t want to imagine. I want first-hand fucking experience. Get your ass over to that wall and your foot up on that rest.” I needed those legs of hers spread and my fingers in that pussy.

She did as I said while I grabbed the soap. My dick hardened at the sight of her gripping the handle, leg up, ready for me. Jesus, it would be fucking hard to walk away from her when we were done. If I didn’t have to get home to Charlie, I’d spend the night between Monroe’s thighs.

“Cleaning myself off you is a fucking shame, sugar,” I said as I soaped up her pussy.

Her back arched as I ran my hand through her folds. “Yeah, but you’ll be back there soon.”

I cleaned every inch of her, taking my sweet time with her tits, ass, and pussy. When I was done, she turned and took the soap from me. A few moments later, she’d lathered my chest and had shifted her attention to my cock.

Wrapping one hand around it, she kissed me before saying, “I want to suck you off, but I also want you to come inside me again. It’s a real fucking dilemma, because I’m not sure if you’ve got two more in you tonight.”

A phone rang in another room, breaking into our conversation. “You need to get that?” she asked.

“It’s not mine.”

She frowned. “Well, it’s definitely not mine.”

The ring tone was the Sesame Street theme song, and it sure as shit wasn’t coming from my phone. If it wasn’t hers either, we had a problem. I placed a finger to her mouth, indicating she should be quiet. “Wait here. I’ll go take care of this.”

She nodded, and I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist as I moved silently towards the ringing phone. I would fucking cut the balls off whoever had broken into her house. However, as soon as I entered her bedroom where the sound was coming from, I realised we didn’t have an intruder. It was my fucking phone ringing.

I snatched it up off the floor where I’d dropped it in my jeans. Charlie’s face grinned at me from the phone. “You changed the ring tone on my phone?” I muttered, answering the call.

“Yeah, you like?”

What I did like was the smile I heard in her voice. That, I would have paid good money for. “What’s up? You okay?” She’d told me she would be all right at home on her own, but my fatherly instinct had kicked into high gear. I shouldn’t have fucking left her.

“Settle down, I’m good. No need to stress. I’m calling because Mum arrived about an hour ago and she’s wondering what time you’re coming home.” Her voice dropped as she added, “I think she wants us to have a family dinner or some shit, but I’m good if you’re staying out all night.”

I held the phone away from my ear for a moment to look at the time. Just after nine. “I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

“Oh, okay.” She sounded surprised. “I’ll tell her.”

We ended the call and I bent to reach for my jeans.

“It was yours after all?” Monroe said from behind.

I turned to find her standing naked in front of me. Fuck. My dick ached to fuck her, but the desire to get home to Charlie—to not let her down—won out. “Sorry, sugar, I’ve gotta get home to my kid.”

A smile flickered across her face and she came to me. Her hands looped around my neck and she kissed me. It was long. Deep. And fuck if it didn’t stir more need in my gut. “I like that about you.”

When she dropped her arms and took a step back, I let my towel go and put my jeans on. “Yeah, well kids come first.”

Her eyes dropped to my dick. “They do, but there’s something to be said for a man who walks away from sex with a hard-on he’ll have to take care of himself, for his child. Unfortunately I’ve met many who wouldn’t.”