Page 39 of The Monster I Loved
I wanted to touch him again, and I trailed my hand down his arm. Music thumped below us. The shirtless skeleton godplaced his hand on my hip. I couldn’t speak. My breath caught in my throat. He stumbled backward and let go. My skin felt cool where his touch had been.
For a second, he stared at me.
“Oh, you decided to come after all? Thought you said it was childish—” he started. His mouth contorted into a smirk.
I didn’t know what that meant. Did we know each other? Why would he think I wouldn’t come to a party?
I began to protest, but he lurched forward, taking my painted face in his hands. He pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was desperate, messy, deep. I lost all ability to think beyond this man’s body. I ran my hands everywhere I could, pulling at his jeans as he pulled at my skirt. His lips never left mine. His eager, panting breaths filled me with heat. My shirt came off over my head. Then, off came my bra. I pressed myself against his chest, and he moaned into my mouth.
My hand found his dick, hard against his boxers, dying to be freed. I moved my hand up and down as heat pooled inside me. He dragged me to the bed and pulled me down on top of him, his cock pressing against my panties.When did I take my pants off?I slipped my hand inside his waistband and wrapped it around his thick cock. When he moaned, I felt wetness pool at my center.Oh God, please!
As though he’d heard my internal plea, he slipped his boxers down and pulled my panties to the side before slamming his length into me. I pushed myself further against him, and then moved slowly, savoring each moment. What felt like minutes later, he rolled me onto my hands and knees. His hand found my clit, and his finger rubbed me in small circles. I felt the orgasm build as he pressed my head into the bed. He bucked against me and tensed, and then started to move slowly again. His fingers circled faster and faster. As I erupted around him, the orgasmovertook my entire body in shuddering waves. I collapsed into the bed, exhausted but satisfied.
As sleep dragged me down, I was vaguely aware of the stranger pulling me back against his naked body. Just before I drifted away, a small part of me remembered...
There was something I was supposed to be doing.
I awoketo the room spinning and bucking like a fun house. I felt like an icepick had been driven into my skull.The punch.What the fuck had I done? I rolled over, knowing that I wasn’t alone. The damp patch in my panties told me that. Damn, he was ripped. He turned away from me, his wide, muscular shoulders on display. I rarely had one-night stands, but who cared if I did? Why shouldn’t I have some fun every once in a while? As long as I was responsible...
I shot up in bed. Shit, we did use a condom, didn’t we? I barely remembered anything from last night. My mind was a fog, and thinking too hard caused the icepick to sink deeper.
Pressing my eyes shut against the pain, I tried to recall anything that might’ve put me in a disastrous position. The memories flowed in faintly, enough to offer a general picture but unhelpful for the specifics. I remembered riding him and then coming as he pressed my face into the bed.
My heart slammed against my ribcage. There was a good chance I’d had unprotected sex with a stranger. Something I’d never done before. I was always, always careful. I scanned the room. Gray walls, a framedA Nightmare on Elm Streetposter. Another man who was obsessed with that movie. At least there was no knife collection. A blazer with a familiar-looking logohung over the door. I squinted to see it all the way over from the bed.
Just then, the guy stirred. Good, I had a few questions for him. A gnawing feeling made me glance back at the jacket.
Why did that logo look familiar?
I held the sheet against my chest to cover myself as I reached over and yanked the man’s shoulder. I needed to see his face.
“You’re up earlier than usual,” he groaned, rolling to face me.
“Shit!”This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening.
Thaddeus bolted upright beside me. “What are you fucking doing here?” The raspiness of his voice chilled me to my core.It’s been years since I’ve heard that morning voice.
Horror washed over me as I grappled to understand the situation. Thaddeus’s tired yet cold, narrowed eyes sliced through me like knives.
There’s no way this is happening. Of all the life-changing choices I could have made last night—like putting a freaking bullet in his body as I’d promised myself I would do, I ended up fucking him.
A soap opera couldn’t create a twist of events this maddening. I watched, frozen from shock, as he jumped from the bed and ran his hand through his disheveled hair. His face paint was mostly gone, smeared across his face from sleep. So was mine.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” My eyes roved around the contours of his abs. He was fully naked. Packed with muscle. The dick that had been inside me last night hung between his legs. My mouth filled with saliva.
Jesus, Summer, pull yourself together!
I tore my eyes away and began searching for my clothes.
The color had drained from his face, and his now-sharp voice was edged with shock and disbelief. “Wait, I fucked you last night? I thought it was Mimi.” He remained in position, notmoving, not covering himself. The twist of his lips told me he was trying to piece together what had happened.
Sourness grew in my mouth. “I think someone spiked your fucking punch. Do you think I wanted to fuck you? Get over yourself. I was drunk.”
He frowned. “I drank the same thing, and you didn’t seem drunk.”
“I need to go.”
Thaddeus grabbed my arm. “Answer the damn question! Why the fuck are you in my house and room?”
