Monk (Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento Book 3)

by Winter Travers

Mitzy

  What about Monk?

  I eyed him closely and thought long and hard about what I was going to say. “Rain isn’t your type.” Maybe I could have said something more, but that would have been more than I was ready to say out loud.

  “You know what my type is?” he asked.

  I shrugged and grabbed a pen off my desk. I fiddled with it and clicked the end. “I think it’s pretty obvious what your type is.”

  Monk held up his hand. “We need to talk about some other things before we continue this conversation.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I got the hint that I need to wait to fire Rain. As much as I would love to kick her to the curb, I know I can’t.” I would have had to be stupid not to know what Monk was hinting at earlier. “Her skanky ass is safe for the time being.”

  “Good. That just leaves Barracuda.”

  “He’s back?” I asked.

  Monk shook his head. “I fucking wish. I was gonna ask you if maybe something jogged your memory and you might have some idea where the hell he is. I know it’s a longshot, but I’m idle right now until I hear back on a deal that could hopefully help to shake him up.”

  I threw up my hands. “I don’t have a clue, Monk. We were close for a time, but that was years ago. The guy Barracuda was a way different man than the one I knew when he left the clubhouse. I have to assume losing Leona brought back all his feelings from losing Charlene.”

  “You knew about Charlene?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. He told me about her. Fucking tragic the way things happened. When I heard about him and Leona, I was glad he had finally found someone.”

  “And then she was dead just as quickly as they got together.” Monk sighed. “The fucking club is falling apart, and somehow, I’m the one who is supposed to put all of the pieces back together.”

  “I think you’re doing a pretty good job, Monk.” He had been thrown headfirst into being prez, and he was keeping his head above water.

  “Two members are missing, and you just almost died, Mitz.”

  “Pfft,” I scoffed. “You still have six members, not including yourself. I think that’s a pretty good percentage. That’s a C+ in school.”

  “My grade as a prez is a C+, huh?” he chuckled. “You think there is some way I could do some extra credit to get that grade up?”

  “Find Tank, and you’ll shoot up to a B.” I winked and tossed a pen at him. “You’re gonna have to do the work, though.”

  He snatched the pen out of the air and tossed it back to me. “I’m trying, Birdie.”

  “Are you really going to call me Birdie?” I laughed.

  Monk shrugged. “It fits.”

  “Now, is that all you needed to talk to me about?”

  Monk shook his head. “I think we need to go back to you knowing what my type is.”

  Ugh. I was hoping that he would forget about that. “Your type is a backroad and your bike, Monk.”

  He chuckled and shook his finger at me. “That’s a perfect date, Birdie, not my type of woman.”

  “Then I guess your type of woman is the one who likes that kind of date, yeah?”

  A knock sounded on the door.

  “Come in,” I called.

  The door opened, and Rain peeked her head in. “I’m gonna head out early for the night. I’ve got some things I need to do.”

  I tipped my head to the side. “Everything okay?”

  Rain nodded. “Okay? Yeah, just have some things that I need to do.”

  “Anything I can help with?”

  Rain’s fake smile slipped a little bit. She looked annoyed with my questioning.

  Monk turned in his chair to look at her, and she pasted the fake smile back on her face. “Fancy meeting you in here, Monk. We sure are seeing a lot of each other.” She winked and licked her lips.

  Monk scowled. “You tell anyone else you gave me a blowjob out by the dumpster, I’ll make you stand on stage and tell everyone you’re a fucking liar, yeah?”

  She waved her hand at Monk. “I would never say anything like that. Jealous people must be telling tales about me again.” She licked her lips and looked uncomfortable.

  That was a look I had never seen on Rain before. It was actually pretty nice to be able to witness it first-hand.

  Monk grunted. “Right,” he drawled. He pulled out his phone and ignored Rain.

  “So, I’m okay to leave. I know I’m on the schedule for one more set, but I figure I’d be nice and let one of the other girls try to earn some money.” She batted her eyes and giggled.

  Jesus. How had I been able to tolerate Rain before? She really was a cheap hussy who was fucking evil. “You’re free to go. Have a safe night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Rain gave a small wave and closed the door behind her.

  “How long do you think it is going to take her to get changed and out the door?” Monk asked.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably fifteen minutes,” I guessed.

  Monk nodded and typed on his phone. “Rebel should be able to get here in that time.”

  “Is he back to trying to get with Rain?”

  Monk laughed. “Hell no. He’s on duty of following her every move. I’m positive she knows where the hell Tank is.”

  “Poor, Rebel,” I laughed. “That doesn’t sound like a good time.”

  Monk shrugged. “It’ll be good for him. And I figure she’s gonna mess up before too long. Rain may think she’s smart and can get by on her looks, but the Royal Bastards aren’t going to fall for it.”

  “Only took two of you guys sleeping in her bed for months before they figured that out, right?” I laughed.

  “Power of the pussy, Birdie,” he shrugged.

  “Well, that may be true, but we’re sitting in the house that power of the pussy built, yeah?”

  Monk burst out laughing.

  I straightened the papers on my desk and stood. “I think I’m ready to call it a night.” It was half-past eleven, and I was exhausted.

  Monk looked at the clock on the wall. “You feeling okay?”

  I shrugged and grabbed my purse off the desk. “Yeah. I just feel like going home and maybe watching some TV before bed.”

  Monk stood. “How about we hit the backroads on the way and get a little road time in?”

  I shrugged and hitched my purse over my shoulder. “Sounds good to me.” When I was on the back of Monk’s bike, I didn’t think. And ten minutes later, that’s where I was, wrapped around him underneath the night sky with the wind blowing through my hair.

  He leaned back and called out. “You ready to go home?” We had taken a few different roads, but Monk was now headed back to my house.

  “We can go a little bit longer if you want.” Being on the back of Monk’s bike was more than okay.

  He reached back and laid his hand on my thigh. “Whatever you want, Birdie.” He revved the engine and roared into the night.

  An hour later, we rolled up to the house and parked.

  I unbuckled my helmet and slid off the bike. “My legs are like Jell-O, but that was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

  Monk grabbed the helmet from me and hung it on the handlebars. He swung his leg over the bike but didn’t stand. He sat on the bike sidesaddle and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing like a little wind therapy to clear your mind.”

  “I always thought a nice long bath after work was nice, but I think that might have been just as nice.” I stretched my arms over my head and reached up on my tiptoes. “I think I almost fell asleep for a second.”

  “Thought I heard you snoring in my ear for a bit.”

  I dropped my arms and smacked him on the chest. “I was not snoring.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I stood between his legs and laid a hand on his chest. “What’s this?” I asked softly.

  Monk shrugged. “Pretty sure I’m gonna give you a goodnight kiss after our first date.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Did you somehow
hit your head and I didn’t know it?”

  He shook his head. “I told you what my ideal date was, and we just did it, Birdie.”

  I tipped my head to the side.

  “And then you said my type would have to be a chick who likes that, too.” He dropped my hand and splayed his hands on my waist.

  “Did I say that?” I had, and I knew it was true. And I had also had an amazing time just riding on the back of Monk’s bike.

  “You gonna kick me in the nuts if I kiss you, Birdie?”

  I moved my hands up and rested them on his shoulders. “Are you that bad of a kisser that I’m going to have to hurt you?”

  Monk chuckled and pulled me flush against him. “I guess you’re just gonna have to find out.”

  His lips brushed against mine, and a shot of electricity pulsed through me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and he squeezed my waist. His mouth moved with mine, and I released a tiny sigh. He urged my mouth open, and his tongue swept in. I moved my hands up and delved my fingers into his hair.

  Kicking Monk in the nuts was the furthest thing from my mind as his lips devoured me and his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt.

  “Mitz,” he moaned.

  I hummed softly and sunk into the heavenly feel of Monk close. The intoxicating scent I had smelled on his pillow surrounded me, and I knew I was going to need to figure out how to bottle it or just keep Monk around all the time.

  His hands moved up my back, and I moaned. Keeping Monk close was exactly what I was going to do.

  “Birdie,” he whispered against my lips. “You wanna take this into the house?”

  “I think we’re doing just fine right here,” I gasped. I balanced on one leg and lifted my knee to rest on the seat next to his ass.

  Monk shifted his hands down to cup my ass, and he lifted me ‘til I was straddling him. My core pressed against his bulging cock in his jeans, and his fingers dug into my ass. “Guess this means you’re my type of girl, huh?” he chuckled.

  “Maybe,” I gasped. “But maybe I need a couple of more kisses to be sure.”

  He chuckled deeply. “Since you asked so nicely.”

  A couple of more kisses turned into my shirt pulled up over my breasts, and Monk’s cut pushed down his shoulders. He shrugged it off, and I laid it over the handlebars of the bike before I bunched his shirt in my hands and pulled it over his head. “That’s better,” I panted.

  I trailed my fingers over the large tattoo on his chest, and Monk groaned at my touch.

  “We’re going into the house.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “The house is too far away,” I complained. I wanted Monk now. Even a minute from now was too long of a wait. “Please,” I pleaded.

  All the mixed feelings I had for Monk came rushing over me, and I needed him now. I trailed kisses along his neck, and he growled deeply.

  He climbed the stairs of the porch and turned suddenly. My back hit the wicker lounge, and Monk’s body covered mine.

  “Will this do?” he asked.

  As long as Monk was on top of me, anything worked. I was ready to do him right then and there on the back of his bike in the middle of my driveway. “Oh yeah.”

  He made quick work of my shirt and bra and then moved onto my shoes and pants. In ten seconds flat, I was lying in only my panties on my chaise with Monk looming over me. He toed off his boots and kicked them to the side. I roamed my hands over his chest, taking in the tattoos covering him.

  I had never seen a more beautifully inked man in all of my life.

  A large skull with wings covered the bulk of his chest, and then his arms were inked with random tattoos that all blended and melded together. “What is this one?” I asked.

  He looked down where my fingers had stopped moving on his forearm. I had seen the tattoo before and always wanted to know what it meant.

  It was an intricately detailed anchor with the words “sink or swim” scrawled on top of it. I obviously got the generic meaning of it, but I wanted to know what it meant to him.

  “Uh, got it when I graduated high school. I was headed down the wrong path, and I knew if I didn’t get my shit together, I wasn’t going to be around for long.”

  I traced the words. “So, if you kept doing stupid shit, you were going to sink.”

  Monk nodded and grabbed my fingers. He kissed them and nodded down to me. “As much as I enjoy story time, maybe we can do that later? God knows I want to know the story of the fox on your back and both of your half sleeves.”

  I chuckled and placed my fingers on the button of his jeans. “I like foxes, my left sleeve is all Alice in Wonderland, and my right sleeve is just pretty flowers I like.” My eyes connected with his. “Not great meaning other than they are all things I enjoy.”

  “Your body, your tattoos, Birdie.” He leaned down and gently kissed my collarbone. “Though I think an open birdcage would look pretty right here.” His fingers trailed across my collarbone.

  I delved my fingers into his hair and pulled him flush against me. Our lips melded together, and our hands roamed each other’s bodies. The urge to touch every inch of his skin was more than I could handle.

  He managed to pop open the button of his jeans and slid them down his hips. I looped my thumbs in my underwear and tugged them down my legs.

  Monk’s hand covered my pussy, and his fingers slid over my wet lips. “Is this for me, Birdie?” he growled. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He delved his fingers into my pussy, and a moan escaped my lips. He circled a finger around my clit and slammed his lips against mine. His fingers were magic against me while his other hand palmed my breast.

  With each flick and glide of his fingers against my clit, my body soared higher and higher. Monk’s name fell from my lips when I tipped over the edge and exploded with bliss.

  “That’s my girl,” Monk mumbled against my lips. “Give it to me.”

  Monk milked the rest of my orgasm from me, and his fingers drew lazy circles around my nipple.

  “I still don’t want to knee you in the nuts,” I panted. “Maybe we should do a little bit more and see what happens.”

  Monk chuckled. “Whatever you want, Birdie.”

  I wrapped my arms around Monk’s shoulders and sealed my lips to his. “I want to be on top,” I whispered.

  Monk shook his head, but there was a huge smile on his lips. “You wanna ride?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  Monk wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over, so he was on his back, and I was straddling his hips.

  “This is a nice view,” I hummed.

  “Same.” Monk palmed my breasts in each hand. “You’re fucking perfect, Birdie.”

  “Better than what you imagined?”

  Monk sat up and wrapped his lips around my nipple. His tongue teased while his teeth tugged gently.

  “Oh, Monk,” I gasped. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his dick. His mouth worked my nipple while I stroked him up and down.

  I rose up on my knees and pushed at Monk’s chest. I pushed him back, his mouth leaving me, and he laid back with his hands over his head. “Ride me, Birdie.”

  Slowly, I sunk down, letting his cock slide inside me. I held my breath; the intense feeling of him filling me snatched it away.

  “Holy shit,” Monk groaned.

  My ass planted against his groin, and I pressed my hands on his chest. “Holy shit is right,” I gasped. It had been a couple of years since I had felt a man this way. I had thought the plastic of a toy was enough to please me, but I had forgotten how amazing skin on skin was. A piece I didn’t even know was missing clicked into place.

  “You gotta move, Mitzy, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to nut in about ten seconds,” he growled between clenched teeth.

  I leaned down and dropped a kiss on his lips. “Then I better make these the best ten seconds of your life, right?”


  “Your life, Birdie. I better be the best of your life.”

  I laughed and lifted up my hips. “You already took that title, Monk. Now, this is just the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae.”

  He gripped my hips and held me up, his dick barely inside of me. I glided back down languidly, and I let out a strangled breath. Monk didn’t think he was going to last long, but I didn’t think I was going to either.

  One of his hands glided over my hip, and he pressed his thumb against my clit. “I said, ride me, Birdie.”

  His words shot through me, and an insatiable need took over. I bounced up and down, his cock hitting rock bottom on each down stroke, and I closed my eyes. His thumb on my clit and his dick in my pussy were so intense. Add in his gravelly voice telling me to ride him, and I was ready to come all over his cock after five seconds.

  I bit my bottom lip, closed my eyes, and just felt.

  Placing my hands on his chest, I changed the angle of his dick plunging into me, and his other hand moved from my waist to my ass.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he grunted. “Fuck me, Mitzy.”

  A thrill coursed through me, knowing I was in charge, and Monk liked it. I moved my hips fast, the sounds of our skin slapping together echoing through the late night. His thumb moved faster over my clit, and my pussy tightened around his cock.

  “Your pussy is like a fucking vise, Birdie,” he panted. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He leaned up and crushed his mouth to mine. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and grazed my teeth over the soft flesh. A low, rough grunt rumbled from his chest. His hand left my ass and then smacked against the tender flesh.

  “Monk,” I gasped.

  He rubbed his hand over the stinging flesh and chuckled. “You like that?”

  I liked anything Monk did to me. “Maybe.” I wasn’t going to give everything away to him. Not yet.

  His hand connected with my ass again. “You like it.”

  I slammed down on top of him and swiftly pulled back up. “I do, but I’m pretty sure you like it, too.”

  “I fucking love it, Birdie.” His hand snaked up my back, and he delved his fingers into my hair. He pulled my head down, and my lips smashed against his. Our hips moved in tandem. When I moved down, Monk pushed up and met me halfway.