A/n There's a trigger warning in this chapter for SA/abuse and drug use, I have labelled it when it occurs and it is not a large part of the chapter but please be aware :) 

Adopt a Man [Straight]

The singer's voice starts off quiet, the guitar riff quickly accompanying it, building up to the drums. 80s hair metal is a popular choice among the patrons of the bar but the classic Def Leppard song that blasts through is a signature for one particular bombshell. The music is also accompanied by whistles and cries of encouragement.

Monk doesn't even have to look up to know there's a leggy blonde swinging about with a captivated audience. Crystal Reynolds is a wild one for sure and it's hardly surprising considering who her daddy is. At least tonight she's decided to contain her chaos to her father's own bar and not some skivvy one in the city as she sometimes has the habit of doing.

Someone calls for a beer. Monk wordlessly grabs it and places it down on the counter, collecting the cash owed and daring to glance over to where the jukebox stands. As he'd predicted Chrissy is bobbing her head, circling those slender hips and laughing at something one of her groupies comments to her. Her long hair, teased and curled shimmers in the low lights as she tilts her head back and grins. The outfit she has on is provocative to anyone's standards; tight leather pants, heeled boots, a low scoop vest and a push-up bra with lace that teases the viewer's eye. He would say she's put it on especially for tonight but that's just how Chrissy dresses normally. It's only a little more demure than the women that hang around the bar normally in hopes of scoring with a biker. Then again, Chrissy isn't just any old biker groupie, she's the daughter of the President of the Black Rebels MC.

Most of the patrons of the bar know her of course and most know that as the Pres's daughter, she's off limits. However, there's always a few that after a couple of drinks like to push their luck. Viper, her daddy, has always made sure his girls know how to defend themselves but at the same time they're his Princesses so he doesn't make them have to. That job falls onto whichever brother is closest and over the years, boy has Chrissy tested them.

Some young kid, no cut on him but a massive pair of balls, starts to approach the outer circle around Chrissy. He's cheered on by his friends who are equally as young and dumb so with that boost of confidence, the kid weaves through the thin crowd. Sensing trouble, Monk gently places down the cloth and glass he's wiping and leans his hands on the bar, simply observing for now.

The kid makes a play for Chrissy. He starts dancing near her until eventually his hands land on her hips. Monk tenses at the motion, even some of the MC members surrounding Chrissy quietening. Chrissy doesn't seem to mind so far except then the kid pushes his luck. His hand curves up her body to her breasts and cups them.

Monk is already there. He pushes off his hands and leaps over the bar counter, making his way to the woman in a few short strides. He grabs the punk by his shirt and viciously tugs at him. The boy goes reeling backwards, landing on his ass hard just as Monk takes his stand in front of Chrissy. He used to be the shortest kid in his age bracket until he hit the end of his junior year and suddenly shot straight up. Now at 6'5'' he's got some weight to his height which paired with his quiet demeanour makes him look intimidating as hell. It's a fact Monk takes serious advantage of because well, he's never had that much luck in his life and he's learnt to be resourceful.

"Back away, she's off limits," growls Monk.

Small, green eyes flicker with indecision. The arrogance of youth and pride battling with logic and reason. There's no way the kid would win in a fight against Monk and boy knows it. The whole room knows it. It would be just embarrassing for him if Monk has to kick his ass and of course, that would mean that him and his buddies probably won't be coming back to the bar which would be the loss of a few more patrons. Still, Monk has a feeling Viper would be more concerned about his reputation and Chrissy than a few bucks.

"Whatever," mutters the punk, picking himself up and slinking back off to join his friends.

Monk gives him one last look, shifting it across to the rest of his table too. Some are brave enough to hold his gaze but soon break away in defeat. Sensing the message has been received loud and clear Monk turns to face the all too cheery blonde.

"Thanks Monk," chirps Crystal, patting his chest and turning back to him as she tosses out over her shoulder, "now be a doll and bring me a G&T."

A few chuckles can be heard around them and when Alice Cooper starts, Monk decides nope. He's not playing babysitter all night. In a smooth motion, Monk spins around and slings the wild blonde over his shoulder.

Well used to this, Chrissy doesn't even scream out. Instead she sighs in dejection.
"Aw, you never let me have any fun."
"Bye guys! I'll be back soon, don't worry!" she cries as Monk clenches his jaw in frustration.

Dammit. He was promised bar duty tonight and bar duty only.

Monk knocks once before entering and allowing the door to swing shut after him. The man sitting on the large desk in the room, the only good piece of furniture, opens his closed eyes in surprise. As Monk places Crystal down, the surprise turns to bitter acceptance.

Monk opens his mouth to begin his explanation when Viper holds up his finger causing Monk to shut himself up just as quickly. That's when they hear a popping sound. Monk and Chrissy exchange confused glances until some skinny woman appears from out behind the desk. Understanding dawns upon them both, Chrissy making a visibly disgusted face while Monk suppresses his down to just a grimace.

Crystal turns her head while Monk watches with detachment as the lady wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and clutches together the two sides of her open see-through shirt. Monk's not one to judge especially when someone's just trying to survive, however this is not it. Viper does not do steady relationships and he's never made a woman his old lady ever. Monk's only known the man less than a decade but he's pretty sure a guy like him, who views marriage or even a long term, monogamous relationship to be too restricting would never give up his freedom like that.


"Ew Daddy, really?" quips Chrissy as the door clicks close a second time. Monk sincerely hopes there's no one else lurking because he's not sure if he can stomach seeing any actual explicit scenes tonight. As it stands he's seen more than he ever wants to of the MC brothers' dicks. With some of them, he's probably seen it more times than he's seen his own.

"Day of love, sugar," shrugs Viper carelessly, making a comment of how it's Valentine's day. Right. Monk had forgotten about that though it makes sense. That's likely why they're more packed tonight than the others. It also makes him curious as to why Chrissy's hanging around in that case.

She would have expected her to be with one of her lovers, the men she keeps on metaphorical chains, jerking on whichever she fancies for the night, day or even month. There's no doubt with Crystal that she's Viper's daughter and the apple certainly doesn't fall far from the tree. That's not necessarily a bad thing though, there's plenty of admirable traits Chrissy's learnt from Viper. Like the fact that she's smart as hell and with her appearance people tend to underestimate her which is only an asset she utilises fully. The girl is also entrepreneurial. Already she's invested her money wisely and rented out several hair salons which have all been making profit.

"So what's up? What'd you do now, girl?" questions Viper turning serious.
Chrissy throws herself dramatically into the cheap chair opposite him while Monk remains standing.
"Nothing! Monk's just being a killjoy," she pouts, casting him a sharp glare.

He crosses his arms over his chest and returns it evenly like the headmaster she's casting him as.

 
"It's getting packed out there. Can't keep an an eye on her and sling beer," explains Monk to Viper. One of the other brothers are going to have to tag in because the night's only getting started for the bar and he's not going to be able to extract free Chrissy from whatever sticky situation she decides to land herself in as readily as he did before.

"I don't need you babysitting me Monk. Just because you don't want to get any action doesn't mean I can't," shoots Chrissy.

His boss just chuckles and pumps hand sanitizer into his cupped hands, rubbing them together and slapping them on the table.
"She got you there kid," mutters Viper, causing Monk to suppress his sigh.
There's a reason he's got the club name Monk when his government name is actually Carson.
"Am I on babysitting duty or bar duty?" repeats Monk deadpan.
Chrissy huffs at his usage of her own words while Viper growls at the disrespect Monk didn't mean.
"Monk," reprimands Viper, "I know this ain't your favourite day but watch it."

Monk holds his gaze and simply nods in submission. His own dad wasn't much of a dad and after finding the MC, Viper became somewhat of his surrogate father, so he owes him his respect. His whole life in fact. Viper threw him a lifebuoy when he was drowning and Monk is forever grateful for that.

"Apologies," mumbles Monk, "but question still stands. It's only going to get busier out there Pres."
Viper drums his fingers on the desk for a minute before looking towards his wild child daughter.
"Now sugar," he starts, only for Chrissy to cry out in protest.
"Hold on, now hold on-" calls Viper.


If he wasn't used to it by now, Monk would probably be laughing at how the 'take-no-prisoners' MC leader is trying to placate his grown daughter. However as someone who's part of Viper's trusted few, he knows how deep his emotions run for his daughters and Monk would never mock a man for being a good father.

Before Viper can convince Chrissy to reel it in for just one night, his phone starts ringing. His eyes glance down nonchalantly at the caller ID before answering with mild curiosity.
"Doll? What's going on?" he answers, causing Chrissy to immediately quieten.


Even Monk is a little curious. Doll is Viper's nickname for his second daughter-Alexis Reynolds- who unlike her fully fledged biker sister, has very little to do with the MC. Of course she loves her sister and father. However only occasionally comes along to MC cook outs or kickbacks. When she does, she's laid back and happy to be more of an observer. Her meetings with her family are usually at one of their house's with further communication occurring through texts. So her ringing and on tonight of all night's is an oddity.

"Alexis," barks Viper in concern, his spine straightening as his hand goes to his forehead in frustration, "is it that fucking guy?!"
Ah. 'That fucking guy' can only mean it's something to do with Alexis's boyfriend. Or is it ex now? Monk's not sure. The last heard she was dating some douchebag lawyer who Viper absolutely despised. Looks like Viper's feelings haven't changed much since then.

"Hell no!" roars Viper suddenly after listening to his baby girl for a minute, "stay put. I'm sending a brother... No lip. I don't wanna hear it girl. It's happening and your ass better be keeping well away or else."

Angrily hanging up, Viper lets his phone rattle onto the table and pauses in silence for a minute before his eyes shoot to Monk.
"Monk," snaps Viper, "need you at Lexi's. Now."
"On it. Do I need my piece?" he asks.
He prefers letting his fists take care of the situation since it is the less messy route (metaphorically speaking) but some cases require his gun. Something that he may or may not have a permit for. He's never been to jail but he spent the majority of his youth in juvenile corrections and going through puberty as a skinny kid in juvie can't be worse than going to jail looking the way he does now.


"For that weasel?" snorts Viper rhetorically, "negative."
Monk gives a nod of affirmation, moving to get on it.
"I'm coming with you," declares Chrissy in determination.


Gone is the brat and in its place stands a fierce warrior. A daughter of an MC President. She's also not one to cower at getting her hands dirty.


"The hell you are!" roars back Viper but that only makes his stubborn daughter dig her heels in more.
"If Lexi's got trouble I'm helping. And if it's just her slimy POS ex then I can more than handle myself."


Sensing Viper and Chrissy are only going to end up in a tug of war that's going to delay him, Monk steps in.
"Chrissy, you're right, but it might not be what Lexi wants. I'm practically a stranger to her, it doesn't matter if she hates me. Let me handle it," he gently urges.
It already sounded like Alexis didn't want her father's help so no doubt Monk's going to have to deal with an angry woman as well as whatever trouble her boyfriend is going to give him. The last thing that needs to be added to that mix is the other sister.


"Sugar, let Monk go. I need you here anyway to help with the bar with him gone," mollifies Viper, redirecting his daughter's energy into a task.
Chrissy hesitates at her father's plea for assistance, clearly debating between helping her sister or her father. In the end she sighs and concedes.
"Fine. I'll stay but you get Lexi to call or text me!" demands Chrissy to Monk.

"Sure," mutters Monk and giving one final glance towards Viper, he sets off downtown.

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"Seriously Monty, fuck off!" shouts Lexi in the break between the constant banging of her front door.
"Lexi-bear come on! It's V-day. The day of love. Don't you love me?" petitions the voice on the other side.
Lexi simply rolls her eyes and sips her margarita. She knows it's V-day, she planned specifically for it. And those plans definitely didn't include doing whatever the hell this is with her ex-boyfriend.
"No. Now like I said fuck off!"
"Alexis, don't be like that," whines the big baby, "it didn't mean anything, it was a bachelor's trip. Nothing even happened. I didn't cheat on you for fuck's sake! Aren't you over your snit yet? Don't you think you're being a little dramatic now? I apologised. I'm apologising now, baby. Come on, I got you your flowers and everything."

Yeah because flowers will totally offset the fact that he had his face in some woman's tits and had her gyrate all over him when she specifically told him not to do that.

Sure, some girlfriends might be okay with that because it's technically not cheating and no sexual activities occurred. However before going on that trip, they'd discussed boundaries and ground rules that they'd both agreed to. One of those had been her request for him not to get lap dances or touch a woman intimately like that, which was exactly what he did. So to go against their agreement just broke that trust in a way Lexi couldn't bring herself to want to repair. Not to mention the fact he still doesn't understand what he did wrong.

"I'm being 'dramatic'?" snorts Lexi, "I'm not the one harassing my ex and begging to get back together. We're over Monty. We were done the day I saw those pictures you kept hidden from me, remember? Now seriously, leave me alone. You're ruining my plans."

She's still got to put on her makeup and the way Monty's driving her to drink, she might end up poking herself with the mascara wand and looking like a clown.
"Plans?" he repeats quieter before indignantly yelling, "who the fuck is he?"

Lexi rolls her eyes, yet again and takes another sip at his dumb, entitled question. Of course she could explain her whole night to the moron but that would be a waste of breath and honestly, if he can't understand the words 'we are over', she doubts he'll be able to comprehend much of anything.
"Who the fuck is he, Alexis?!" roars Monty.
"Who or what I do is none of your business anymore, Montgomery," angrily retorts Lexi. The amusement in Monty's theatrics is quickly fading and Lexi hopes whichever man her father sent gets here soon.

"Fucking tell me right now! I knew you were a whore. All you fat bitches are."

Lexi lets those blows bounce off her because he's obviously lashing out from getting too emotional. He may not remember but not so long ago, he was whispering to her in bed about how much he loves her 'fat' ass and titties. Both of which being natural come with a thick belly and thighs too, which he also hadn't minded. As for the whore part? Well, that's hardly an insult.

"If I'm a fat bitch and a whore, why do you even care? You're just embarrassing yourself Monty. Go home. Seriously, leave," she implores, ready to warn him about an MC member, Monty's voice comes a mumbled bark.


There's the timber rumble of someone else, the guy her daddy sent hopefully, and Monty again jeering back. Intrigued, Lexi steps closer to the flimsy front door where she hears some sort of scuffle and mainly Monty yelping. Then a thump, silence, followed shortly by a cry of pain. Monty's voice has less bravado in it when he next howls against his opponent. The other man's voice grumbles something, too low and quiet a tone for Lexi to make out exactly what he says. She hears footsteps fading away and all sounds quietening.

Well. That's that then.

With a sigh, Lexi shakes off the drama for the night and summons her excitement for the rest of her planned night of fun. That is, until there's sharp knocks at her door.
"Alexis, it's Monk. Your dad sent me," declares her saviour.

Lexi's back straightens to attention at realising just who her daddy sent to her doorstep. Even though she doesn't go to a lot of the MC events, it's pretty hard to miss Monk, since he is tall and solid as an oak. Then there's also his personality. From what she's witnessed he tends to be more serious than the rest of his brothers and locked up tight, which seems to be the kryptonite of many women. Of course, totally not her though.

"Okay, is he gone?" she calls.
"Yeah. You can open the door now."

Doing just that, Lexi almost lets the margarita glass slip from between her fingers looking up at Monk. He's got on boots, dark jeans, a pullover and his cut. Like most of his brothers, Monk also wears his hair long which is a change from the last time she saw him. Back then his hair was cut short on the sides and longer on top, now it's clearly grown up causing it to hit at the nape of neck in feathered layers. His beard however is trimmed short but there's still enough for fingers to rake through.

Just as she takes him in, he also scans her head to toe. Despite his fierce expression, there's hardly a scratch on him except for some bruised knuckles.
"Jesus," mutters Monk, causing Lexi to be aware of her less than appropriate attire. She's covered up but not with a lot of material. If he's scandalised by her in just the short, silky robe, he'd positively have a heart-attack if he saw the lingerie underneath.
"You good?" he asks.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. He's just a loud asshole is all."
"Can I come in?"

Lexi moves out the way to allow him to enter, closing the door shut behind him. Spinning around, in the narrow hallway Monk continues to address her.
"You need to call your dad...and your sister."
Ugh, she knew that would happen but it really was the quickest way to get rid of Monty.
"Of course," she mumbles, "well, you may as well come sit down. Who knows what else daddy might make you do."
He silently follows her into the lounge. Her normally perfectly adequate couch appears tiny as he takes a seat. Shaking her thoughts from the giant, Lexi grabs her phone and calls her father.

Assuring him she's all fine, Lexi tries to convince the overprotective man that Monk had sufficiently dealt with the situation and it's been resolved. However her stubborn dad is having none of it. She's forced to hand the phone over to Monk at her father's insistence. Monk hardly speaks except to confirm whatever commands her dad is barking at him. Then finally done, she's given back her phone.
"Do what Monk says," demands her dad and cuts off before Lexi can protest.

"Well?" she asks towards Monk with some hostility.

"You better cancel your plans," he replies, eyes wandering over to where she's laid her table with a nice tablecloth, unlit candle and vase of roses.
"What? Why?" she cries.
"Your dad wants me to make sure your man got the message. I'm staying."
"He's not my man, not been for a while now. And from what I did hear, I'm pretty sure he got the message this time," she snaps back.
It's not his fault she knows but he's the only one there and she's feeling some resentment. All her plans are ruined now.
Monk simply shrugs his wide shoulders. He shrugs out of his jacket and unzips his hoodie, clearly getting comfortable.

"Sorry," he mutters not that apologetically though, "still better to be sure."

Lexi inhales sharply, assessing her next move. She could try to convince Monk to go but it'd be futile, not just because it's what her dad has decreed but it appears like he agrees with her father's orders too. Which doesn't leave her any other options but to accept the situation. Of course, she could be mean about it. Only what's the point of that? Monk's still going to remain to do her duty.

"Fine," she sighs, slumping against him in the empty seat beside him. There's not much room and her soft couch means she rolls against him. He softly grunts and tries his best to shift to give her more room just as she also attempts to shuffle away. It doesn't work. They both end up squished against each other, Lexi attempting to juggle her glass while Monk tries to steady her by the waist. When they finally settle, Lexi looks at Monk and bursts out into soft giggles. Even Monk's normally stoic expression breaks into a wide grin.

"Uh do you want a margarita?" she offers.
He considers it for a second before that smile slides off his handsome face and he withdraws his hand from around her to rest on the back of the couch.
"Maybe you should tell your date you need to reschedule," he encourages.
"Sure," she chirps, making a fist with her hand and pointing out her thumb and pinky finger.

Bringing it to her ear she raises her voice to speak into it as a phone.
"Hello Lexi? Yes this is Lexi. We're going to have to cancel our date tonight, something's come up. Oh no, well that's too bad, let's do it another time. Sure. Bye. Bye."

Rightfully, Monk looks at her like she's nuts. Lexi's actions catch up with her brain and she blushes in embarrassment.
"Uh," hesitates Monk.
"The date was with me. For me? I mean, there isn't anyone else. I was just doing all this for myself."


A while ago, one of the painful but powerful lessons she learnt was to focus on making herself happy rather than keep relying on her boyfriend to do that. So rather than finding some man to provide her with a special Valentine's day, she's doing it herself for herself. Having planned it a week ago, Lexi was a little hesitant about it until a few hours ago. She cooked herself dinner, took a long bath, moisturised every inch of herself and was in the middle of dolling up for dinner when Monty decided to swing by. Maybe that's a crazy thing to do but to be fair she wasn't planning on telling anyone or having anyone intrude in on her night.

"I know it's a little crazy and maybe a tad desperate-"

"No," cuts in Monk, "no it's not. It sounds...special. I'm sorry you had to do it for yourself."

Lexi does her best not to swallow or get emotional at that. She can and has told herself it's just as worthy if not more to do these things for herself. The truth is though for her, nothing beats that squishy feeling she gets when someone makes an effort for her and provides her with acts of service.
She tries to shrug nonchalantly and casually replies, "doing it for myself means I'll actually have a good Valentine's day. And trust me, even with everything that's happened tonight, this is still by far the best one I've had in years."

Monk blinks once and deadpan quips, "then hate to break it to you sweetness but you need better taste in men."

Lexi bursts into laughter at his correct assessment. Unfortunately she has to admit she definitely does have the worst luck when it comes to guys. Her type tends to be the ones who have more muscles than heart.

"You're not wrong there," she grins, that smile slipping as she accidently glances down and catches sight of his lips nestled in the dark nest of his beard. Despite spending so much time riding in the wind on his hog, his lips are surprisingly smooth and not at all chapped.

"Lexi?"
What is she doing? This is one of her daddy's guy's. A no go zone.
"Since you're here and staying, come on, you may as well join me for dinner."
She's only offering dinner because that's the polite thing to do and nothing else.

***********************

It tugs at Monk's frigid heart when Lexi's big green eyes light with surprise at him holding out the chair for her to sit. He's not sure whether it's because she assumes that since he's a biker he doesn't have any manners or if it's because she's not used to being treated like a lady. He hopes it's the latter.

"So how did you even get the name Monk? What's your real name?"

Monk gazes up from where he has his eyes fixed on the delicious lasagna. It's not that he doesn't want to look at her, it's because it's too hard. Every time he fixes on her beautiful face, his traitorous gaze drops down to where the robe she wears relaxes and red lace against creamy breast peaks out. She doesn't realise it and he's not going to point it out. It's her place after all and she should be able to wear what she wants. He'd be an asshole to come save her from her awful ex only to then turn out to be a creepy bastard.

"Monk 'cause I apparently live like a monk and my legal name's Carson."

Her full lips lift up in amusement.
"When you say living like a monk I'm guessing it's not because you're super religious?"
God and him parted a long time ago. Since his birth probably. He's an atheist because he's learnt false hope in his life only leads to crushing disappointment. Instead his false hope is wasted on things like hoping for a chance to find someone like Alexis Reynolds.
"No," he snorts, "that's not it."
"Now you tell me how an MC President's daughter ends up an elementary school teacher."

Sweet and bubbly it's not difficult to see why her personality would fit with being an elementary teacher but it certainly is an unusual career choice given where she comes from.

Lexi's voice twinkles with laughter.

"I know it's a little random. But it's not that exciting a story. I always loved kids and when daddy suggested I start a nursery I went to school for early childhood education. When I started the course I did some classes in elementary education and ended up liking that more. So I switched, did an internship at the elementary school and when a position opened up they hired me."

That fits. She looks and dresses like she's in one of those Lifetime romance movies so of course her life is like that too. Monk's only human and he feels a smidge of resentment at her fairytale life. She may not have had a mom but her dad more than made up for it and gave her everything she needed.

"How about you? How did you end up in the club?"

Monk swallows his bite of food hard and takes a sip of water. His time before the club isn't the most pleasant and he doesn't want to spoil her night even more by bringing it up.

"I was bouncing around, kinda lost. The club gave me a home so I stayed," he sums up with a small shrug.
Lexi pauses a second and narrows her eyes in assessment and whatever she concludes makes her relax again.
"Alright," she accepts, turning the conversation to another topic.

Lexi carries most of the conversation throughout dinner. Monk interjects at the correct intervals but even when they lapse into silence, he finds she's not someone who can stay quiet. Under her breath she starts humming causing him to grin.

"And he cleans. Is it because I'm your boss's daughter you're doing this or do you usually do this for your dates?" teases Lexi leaning against the counter, sipping her drink.

With his hoodie off, the dark t-shirt stretches in across his chest in all the right places without looking like he's bought a size too small. With that his tattoos down his sinewy arms are also exposed. She takes a moment to drink in the tall glass of water, washing the dishes and loading the dishwasher.
Monk snorts in quiet laughter and replies, "it's the least I could do. You cooked. And your daddy ain't my boss. He's the club Pres. A club I chose to be a part of but beauty of it is, we keep our freedom."

He does what Viper says because he respects the guy but if he was just a soldier for Viper, there's no way Monk would stay.
"Right," states Lexi, "and is that why you also don't do relationships? To 'keep your freedom'?"

Wiping his hands on the dishcloth to dry them, Monk turns around and nearly has a heart attack. Leaning against the counter, Lexi has her legs crossed over each other, causing thick thighs to press against each other and that short robe to ride up even higher.

"Women I'm around don't exactly want a steady relationship with me," he responds.

It's not meant in a self-deprecating way. There are women that find him attractive but it's not him they want from the relationship, it's the lifestyle or the stereotype he represents. And that's those who do want a relationship, which many don't. Monk doesn't blame them. They're young, attractive and not looking to settle. However he doesn't play like that. He's not a one-night stand or hook-ups only kind of guy.

"Maybe you should get around more than just club bunnies then," she quips as he stalks closer.
"And where do you think I should go?"
Lexi gazes up at him from below her lashes, replying in a breathless whisper, "I think right here's pretty good."

His chest puffs out at his sharp inhale before decompressing again. Hands rise up to her face and just as she anticipates his hand cupping her cheek, fingers instead push back a strand of her curled hair.

"Alexis," he sighs, "I'm sorry I-"

Embarrassment floods Lexi's system making her numb to whatever else he says. Instead, her body works in overdrive to try combat her stupid words. Jesus. What the hell was she thinking? She straightens up, trying to take a step back but as her back rams into the counter behind she's reminded of her trapped position. And that makes everything so much worse.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" she cries, glass down and hands up in surrender, "I shouldn't have-I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I wasn't-I-"
"Lexi," he exclaims over her rambling.
"But can I just ask one thing? You don't have to answer if you don't want but I just...I want to know. Is it because you don't find me attractive or..."

Lexi knows she's not everyone's type. Sure her face is pretty enough and if she does say so herself, she has nice hair. And while Lexi likes her body and it's bountiful curves, she understands a lot of men don't. Though from their interactions so far, Lexi was getting the impression Monk might be one of those men who do like it. She hadn't missed his glances to her legs and chest. But now she questions herself. Maybe those were glances of revulsion that he'd tampered.

"I find you very attractive, sweetness."
"Then?"
Monk shakes his head once, murmuring in his gravelly voice, "I'm not the guy for you, girl."
Despite the warning, Lexi's body clenches with desire.

"Why?" she breathes.

His palm rests against her waist on the counter behind as he bends down to her level.
"Because I meant what I said about my road-name, sugar. I don't have sex."
She blinks in surprise as thin eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"As in...never have, never will?" she confirms.
Is he...is he assexual? No. No, if he was, why would he have looked at her tits or commented on her outfit when she opened the door? And he's not religious so what's with the abstinence.

"As in, had it once. Never wanted to have it again."

"That bad huh?"
"Yeah something like that," clicks Monk.

With some hesitation, Lexi makes the bold move to circle her arms around Monk's shoulders and soothingly rub her thumbs at the point his neck and shoulder meet, where he holds his tension.

"We can go at whatever pace you want. We don't have to do anything you don't want," she proposes.
Monk steps in closer towards her, hands on her hips. Silk brushes his fingertip, smoothing over the lace underneath making him ache to see just exactly what she has underneath that flimsy material.
"That's mighty generous of you, sweetheart," he grins.
"I know, it's going to be such a sacrifice," teases back Lexi in a whisper as his face dips closer to hers.

Just like that he's kissing her. Soft and tentative at first until he wraps his arms tighter around her, flattening her against him while deepening the kiss. Lexi rises to her toes, steadying herself but submitting her weight onto him. He's solid enough to take it and then some. His beard is soft against her cheeks and chin, lips firm as he uses his tongue the right amount, giving and taking in a perfect performative dance.
"Wow," softly pants Lexi as he pulls back slightly. To be honest, his kisses are better than some of the sex she's had so if he wanted to just kiss her all night, she would not be complaining.

"Yeah baby," he groans, "now let me see you."
His singular tug at her robe causes it to part instantly. Bright red against milky skin strikes his vision. Lexi hesitates though. When she wore the lingerie, she wasn't expecting to give anyone but herself an eyeful of it. Although Monk admitted to finding her attractive, she's still timid about showing herself to him completely.
"Or we can wait," he suggests, fingers at the lapels of her robe and drawing it close again.
Lexi shakes her head in dismissal, hands falling to her sides. No, she's fucking hot. If he can't see it then his loss.

Monk lets go and steps back just as Lexi allows the silk material to roll off her shoulders and slip down her curves to pool on the floor at her feet. The babydoll set she wears is new and one she got on sale specifically for tonight. The red lace cups her breasts and cinches in at her waist before chiffon flows from there to flutter just below her ass. The sheer chiffon also hints at the matching crotchless, red lace panties underneath. A bright blush materialises across her cheeks as Monk just keeps running his gaze up and down her slowly.

Lexi's fingers grasp at the hem of her babydoll and twists the material in nervousness.
"Monk?"
"You," he says dark eyes flashing to hers, "can call me Carson, sweetness."
Because with her, he's not sure he can maintain being a monk. The shyness and confidence of Alexis is in such a perfect, delicate balance that it wrecks Monk's self-control.
"Okay," starts Lexi finding her confidence, "then Carson how long are you going to just stand there and stare? Because I can just send you pictures you know."

Monk's lips tug up and he mockingly growls while lunging forwards towards her. Lexi squeals and giggles as he grips the backs of her thighs and hoists her up against him. Her legs wrap around his lean waist and arms grip firmly around his shoulders as he fuses their mouths together.

"I still want the pictures, by the way," he mumbles when she leans back to gaze eye-to-eye at his handsome face. Really, it's unfair that such a rough and tumble man gets such great, smooth tanned skin.
"Of course you do," she grins, "and what do I get?"
He starts walking towards the hallway to hopefully her bedroom.
"Whatever you want. I'll give you everything I can, girl," he mutters in all seriousness.
The humour leaks from Lexi's expression, shifting into one of longing. She knows he's just saying these things in the heat of the moment but it doesn't stop her traitorous heart from starting to believe it.

"In that case," she smiles trying to lighten up, "I want you to-"

She cuts herself off when his arms grow slack making her lower her legs and slide off him. His hands brush up and over against her ass but he does it unknowingly. Monk's gaze is fixated on something behind her as his expression falls slack into one of fantasy. Curious, Lexi twists around only to gasp in horror.

There on her crisp, blush pink sheet is a purple vibrator rabbit. This time her cheeks flush rapidly in mortification as she dives for the object. Oh crap. She hadn't meant to just leave it laying about. That was going to be her after dinner treat and a perfect way to end her ideal Valentine's day.
"Oh my God!" she gasps, "you weren't meant to see that."
Monk grips her hips and spins her towards him, the object still clasped in her hands between them.

"Seen it now. May as well see it in action too," murmurs Monk.
Lexi's eyes go wide at his indecent proposal. Now wait a minute...just who was propositioning who?
"Carson," she drawls slowly, "you sure don't sound like a man who's only had sex once."
Monk barks with laughter as he cups her cheek with one hand and places the other on her shoulder to urge her down. With little resistance, Lexi sinks down onto the edge of the bed, placing the vibrator on the bed beside her and wondering what's going on.
In front of her, Monk sinks to his knees. Even with him kneeling on the floor, their height difference means he's more or less eye-level with her.

**********Trigger warning: SA/Abuse, drug usage *******************
"Lexi, I wasn't lying to you when I said that," he sincerely promises.
"Then...I don't understand how that's possible?"
Monk sighs with regret, knowing he's going to have to tell her now. He wants to but didn't expect it was going to be so soon.
"I didn't have the greatest childhood. My momma didn't want me but my daddy convinced her to have me, so soon as she gave birth she handed me to him and left. To be clear, I don't blame her for that. She was basically forced to have me so she gave me to the person who apparently did want me. Except my dad was less fit to be a dad than he was a boyfriend which wasn't saying much. He liked to party, to drink and get high. It didn't matter if there was a child in the house or not. I don't even know why he wanted a kid."

"Carson," whispers Lexi, cupping his cheek for comfort as the compassion rolls off her in waves. Her heart goes out to him. Unfortunately in her line of work, she's seen negligent parents more than she wishes. To see the effect on the child breaks her but at least she can do something about it. For the little boy Carson was, it's too late to help him but she wishes there was someone who had.

"Anyway," he continues, "I was taken away by social services, bounced around foster homes until I hit my teens and did some stupid shit. That got me sent to juvie. I didn't learn my lesson, did some more stupid shit and got sent back. Between one of my stints in juvie my dad was given back custody of me. He was worried being in an all-male facility had...'turned me'. Goes without saying that on top of being a shit excuse for a man, he's also homophobic. Guess he also thought that too 'cause I didn't like any of his gross, cracked out female 'friends'."
Lexi knows it's only going to get worse but she still dares to ask, "and then?"

"He decided to 'make me straight'. I was tall but skinny for my age. At the facility I got by on my height and demeanour alone but I wasn't much of a match for a grown man, especially one who ambushed me in the middle of the night. He tied me to the bed and got his girlfriend to come around. She'd always been creepy so I wasn't surprised when she was happy to help my dad out."

Lexi recoils in horror.
"Oh my God. So she...?"
"She tried except they were betting on biology to override psychology, only it can take a while sometimes and they weren't so patient. It just made my dad think I really was gay.."
Lexi sighs in relief. Okay, that's got to be traumatic but at least his dad's plan-
"So they improvised."
"What do you mean 'improvised'?"
The sick, twisting feeling returns to her stomach.
"Are you sure you want to hear this, Alexis?" he asks, "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to."
Lexi rolls back her shoulders and tilts up her chin in assurance. She doesn't doubt whatever Carson has to say is terrible but she wants to know him and that means wanting to know every awful thing that's happened in his life. Resting her hands over his shoulders she leans in and says, "if you want to tell me, I want to know."

A ghost of a smile whispers across his lips before he sombers up again.
"Alright. What I mean by improvised is that they fucked me up. Made me take; viagra, alcohol and I don't even know what else. I was so high, I just kept falling in and out of consciousness. When I woke up the next morning I tried to remember what happened after the drugs but I could only get flashes of it. Nothing I could piece together and then I didn't want to. I hauled my ass out of there as fast as I could before they woke up. Used what little money I had to get myself tested and lived rough for a while. Finished high school by some miracle and kicked about town to town in small jobs. Again fell in with some bad people, did a stint in jail this time and eventually found your dad and the club. So it all worked out in the end."

His final statement of comfort doesn't negate the rest of the messed up things he says. The messed up things he's lived through. Her hands cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking his bare cheekbones.
"Oh baby," she sighs with empathy, "this is so, so, sick what they did to you. I am so sorry that happened."

**********End of trigger warning ******************* 

 
Monk's own hands glide up to her waist and drag her towards him. With that movement her knees part and legs wrap around his back.
"It took me a long time to be okay being touched and even longer to want to sex again. Then when I did I couldn't go through with it being casual. God, it sounds so fucking stupid but I need the connection, Lexi."
Without it he just feels like an object. No better than a glorified sex toy and that was the crux of his issue and celibacy.

"That's not stupid at all. I get that and I want it too. That's why we don't have to do anything tonight. We can just kiss and cuddle. And get to know each other better until you're more comfortable."


Her big eyes bore into him with honesty and eagerness. He knows she means every perfect word she speaks and it makes him appreciate her all the more. Truth is, he's more comfortable with her than he's been with anyone in his life. Something about her makes him want to open up, tell her things he's never told anyone and want her in a way he's never wanted anyone ever.
"I want you, sweetness. Like I've never wanted anyone before," he confesses.
"Carson," breathes Lexi, "okay because if you want to stop or I'm making you-"

"Lexi, shut up," he mutters with a grin, "if you want me to have a good time, do me a favor and stop worrying about me."

Lexi rolls her eyes and huffs at his command.
"Uh, well of course I'm going to worry about you now. You can't-"

He cuts off her rant by leaning forwards and kisses her. She jerks back in surprise but soon gets on board by wrapping herself tighter around him. Lexi's fingers dive up through his hair and tugging lightly at the roots. The action causes lust to shoot down from his head straight to his groin. A growl emits from his throat as he spurs forwards and tips her back onto the mattress.

Monk's upper body covers hers completely as they continue to make out. The position causes Lexi's legs to shift down to his hips. His thick jeans are in the way but it sends his imagination in overdrive to fantasize about her soft, wet pussy rubbing against his dick. Her entire outfit is a siren call to his wildest dreams. And her body. Jesus her body.

As a big guy, Monk is all too aware of his strength and physique. He can control himself but it makes his brain go into overdrive when he's around children or slender women. Lexi is obviously not as strong physically as him but he doesn't have to be as careful with her that she'll break or bruise. The last thing he'd want is to ever make her feel powerless or cause any marks on her smooth skin. Besides that he just straight up loves her figure.

"Carson," she whispers when his lips drag down the column of her neck.
The feminine scent of her lotion fills his senses as her chest heaves at her gentle pants. Unconsciously her hips softly gyrates against his, the friction from the rough denim making her even wetter. He rises to soak in the sight of her parted lips, eyes heavy with lust as her cheeks stain a faint pink.


"Oh sorry," murmurs Lexi, ceasing her restless hips and withdrawing her hands.
"Don't apologize," instructs Monk, "not for that. Not for being the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen or held in my life."
She lights up in pleasure at hearing him describe her like that while full lips stretch into a smile. Some of her fingers play with the neckline of his t-shirt while the other hand casually grazes his built bicep.
"Can I see your tattoos?" she requests.
As if he could ever deny her, especially not when she's gazing up at him so sexily.

He shifts his weight onto his knees, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and dragging it off in a smooth, fluid motion. Tan skin, rippling with sinewy muscle and black, ink patterns fill Lexi's vision. Fascinated by him, Lexi instinctively reaches for his chest and traces the intricate markings.

"Wow."

He agrees. Not in regards to his tattoos but in regards to the sight before him. Now that he looks down past her face, he's well aware of the fact that her chest is barely covered. Brown freckles fade down the valley of her chest to where ruby red lace strains against rose pink nipples. The backs of Monk's fingers brush over her chest tentatively, giving her time to react.
"Yeah, I agree," he mutters, dipping his head down and finding that spot between her neck and shoulder that he's recently discovered makes her shiver.

Sure enough Lexi shudders against him and more sure of her approval, Monk cups her breast through the lace cups of her dress. His lips draw down, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down to her right breast. Supple skin crosses over into lace, and it's that Monk's mouth encompasses. His tongue strokes her sensitive little nub, calling it to attention and making Lexi arch with desire. As it pokes through the material of her dress, Monk sucks it hard to sensitize it even more while his other hand squeezes and strokes the other breast.
"Oh my God, yes, Carson!" she exclaims.

Her fingers stroke through his silky hair tightening every time he suctions her poor little nipple. Sufficiently at his efforts, Monk switches to the other breast and gives it the same treatment. Then when both nipples go a raspberry color, the lace drenched with his saliva and the heart under it all beating hard, Monk grips the cups of her dress and stretches it across the side to pop out both of her tits. It creates an even more erotic sight that has him crazy with desire. As if there was any doubt before there's not anymore. His dick is hard as fuck and raring to go because biology doesn't care about his hang-ups.


Forget the pictures, he'd rather have the real thing and besides, that is only image he'll happily sear into his mind.
"Baby," she calls as he looms over and gently kisses her.
"Hm?"
"You make me so wet."
Monk's heart stutters for a minute at her declaration.
"Jesus. Holy fuck, Lexi," he swears.
"Yeah so if you can't...I'm going to have to..."
He can fill in the blanks as to what she means. The immediate reaction is to shove her legs apart even wider, slide those tiny panties to the side and dive in deep. Except her threat of doing it herself intrigues him much more. It reminds him of her purple friend and all the explicit fantasies that had filled his head at seeing her clutching it. Now, she's presenting him the perfect opportunity to turn those visions into reality. It's too good to pass up. Besides, they have all night. He can take his turn much later.

"'You're going to' what, girl? Finger that wet pussy? Do you really think those tiny fingers of yours can hit the spot even with such a tight snatch? Or will you go straight for the clit and rub yourself raw?"

Lexi's jaw drops, her throat dry while her pussy is soaked. Those sultry eyes, that sexy voice, growling all those graphic details issued as a challenge has both Lexi's brain and body humming for him. She hates that he suffered so much in his life but the attention he lavishes on her perhaps as a result of that suffering is one she's grateful for. None of her ex-boyfriends, even the ones that loved her, were so connected and playful in bed with her.

"Maybe," she hoarsely retorts, "maybe I'll do just that. Keep talking and you'll soon find out."
A flash of crisp white flashes between dark brown as he smirks.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Do it then. I do want to find out."

It wasn't an empty threat. Her pussy really is throbbing and aching to be played with. If he doesn't want to help out then she's more than happy to do it herself. After all, that had been the plan from the beginning. It's just now she has an audience and Lexi's not one to get stage fright.

Monk pushes away from her, leaning back to kneel at the edge of the bed and wrapping his muscular arms around the tops of her thighs. With a sharp tug, he has her on the very edge of the bed but before she can position her legs more comfortably over his wide shoulders, Monk tears off the thin trim of lace that acts as underwear. Tossing carelessly behind him, he pushes apart her knees and kisses the generous flesh of her inner thighs.
"Showtime, sweetness. I want to see you come."

That is a wish she shares too. Forcing herself to take a deep breath and let go of any lingering anxieties, Lexi curves her hand down her body, skimming her soft stomach and down to the folds of her plump labia. She parts it and lightly skims the slippery, velvet flesh before gently sinking her fingers into herself.

Monk's mesmerized. He may be pretty much a virgin but he's had some experience and since he is straight he likes pussy but he's never found them that pretty until Lexi. Lexi's pussy is the same precious shade of pink as her nipples with thick labia flaps and a gleaming pearl of a clit. Those slim fingers start slow in their stroke, diving deep and returning coated in moisture. His mouth salivates at the sight, desperately wanting to taste her unique honey.

Her thumb covers the clit, drawing out her pleasure as she circles the little button. Monk pays attention to how she rolls her thumb more to the right, concentrating on the side more than the other.
"Lexi, I'm not lying sweetness, when I tell you I can watch you do this for hours," he mutters.

Lexi gives a winded laugh as she confesses, "well it might take that long. I'm not much into the old-school method."
Ever since she got her own privacy and a little source of income, the market of female-pleasure toys just opened up a whole new world for her. They almost negate the need for her to even have a boyfriend. The other thing they unfortunately can't do is cuddle her and sometimes Lexi has happily sacrificed an orgasm or two for that type of intimacy.

"Let's go back to your plans before I interrupted then," suggests Monk as a soft buzzing fills the air.

Smooth rubber presses against her inner thighs and at the subtle urging Lexi takes the object. Running it over her slit to lube it up, Lexi shivers as the vibrations hum around her sensitive clit. Happy it's sufficiently wet, she tenderly advances it into herself, moaning softly as the strong muscles of her pussy clamp around the new toy and all those nerves ignite with pleasure. It feels incredible. The reviews had been spot on.

Lexi's eyes fall shut as she allows her hand to continue the good work. It's enough to transport her to another land. So lost in her own pleasure, Lexi forgets Carson's there until she feels his hands around the tops of her thighs. His lips trail from her knee down her inner thigh to as close to her pussy as he can get. Lexi shifts her hand, angling the bulbous head inside her to the bundle of nerves that she knows triggers the ultimate release. As if that's not enough, Monk's tongue is there to help. He licks around her clit, making everything a thousand times better.

All too soon, Lexi's catapulted into the metaphorical stratosphere. With a loud gasp of Carson's name she's engulfed in pure bliss. Her body slumps into the springy mattress while her grip falters and she slowly returns to reality.

A steady hand circles her wrist gently drawing out the object of her pleasure and tossing it aside. Then just as Lexi props up to her elbows, catching her breath, Carson's warm mouth covers her wet pussy. His languid pace and open mouth kisses are pleasant and just what she needs to get her engine revving again. Not that it takes much apparently with Carson. One look and she's melting.

That spectacular orgasm just a moment ago feels like a long forgotten memory and not as powerful either now. Lexi's libido is ready for more and her brain knows just what she wants. The question is, does Carson want it too?

"Baby," she says.
He looks up for a second before laying chaste kisses up her pubis towards her soft stomach. Lexi tenses momentarily as he reaches that area of her body. A place that's deemed by society to be horrific to be anything but flat and her's is definitely anything but flat. Even in her teen years, doing fad diets with her sister, her belly was rounded. As an adult she's accepted that it will forever be rounded but that doesn't mean certain angles don't make her doubt herself.

Lexi waits with bated breath to see if Carson will mention the plumpness of her midriff. He doesn't, thankfully though she's not sure whether it's because he doesn't care all that much or he's being polite. Since they're past the polite stage, she safely bets on him just not being fussed.

When he's at her chest and she can sigh with relief, Lexi remembers what she wanted to say.
"We can stop now or..." she whispers, cupping his face in her palms. She wants him to know there's no pressure. Whatever he wants, she's down for. Well...as long as it's nothing too crazy.
"'Or'?"
"Or I have condoms."


There's a pause of deliberation as he decides which she expects. His eyes dart across her face before he pushes back causing her hold on him to break.
"Get them," he growls, jerking at the belt of his jeans.

With a wide grin, Lexi flips over and crawls on her hands and knees over to the other side of the bed where the condoms are in the bedside table.


Monk's fingers falter at jeans when he witnesses Lexi's fantastic ass turn towards him. The large mass jiggles with movement causing his hands to itch wanting to touch it as it moves naturally. Shoving his jeans and boxers down, Monk craves into his instincts and reaches for her dimpled ass. The smooth flesh is as soft as he'd predicted and the owner of such a treasure simply giggles. He's not sure if she wants him to be the kind of guy who's into spanking but that's not him. He may look like he'd be a rough lover but he can't stomach that sort of love. He doubts he'll ever be able to shackle her wrists or spank her or choke her.

Still laughing, Lexi collapses onto the bed on her front, her head hitting the pillow while she's spooned from behind by Carson.
"So I guess that answers the question of whether you're more of an ass guy or a boob guy," jokes Lexi, holding up the square foil package in victory.
Monk plucks it from her, his own heart feeling much lighter at hearing her laughter and teasing. He tears it open and rolls it on while also cupping her breast from behind.

"I'm a you kind of guy," he responds honestly.
Lexi snorts at that, replying with gentle affection in her tone, "that is so cheesy."


Monk shifts her silky hair from her cheek and neck. His lips run along her exposed neck and whispering, "tell me you don't like it."
He may not be able to see it but Lexi smiles against her bicep. Yeah he's right. She does like the sweet, buttery layers until his darkened exterior.
"You're right, I weirdly do. I guess I'm a 'you' kind of girl."
This time he's the one who chuckles softly, his breath tickling her neck and leg tracing hers when she hikes it up. His entire front is slotted flush against her back as close as they can get while his hard dick rubs against her wet slit.

With little other words spoken between them, Monk angles himself into her, driving into her velvet heat slowly but surely. His jaw clenches at the sweet pressure she places on him like a weighted blanket causing his body to vibrate with gratification. She's unlike anything he's ever felt and that alone is enough to beat off the memories that poke at his consciousness. The deja-vu is there though like he knows he's had a far inferior experience to this before.


"Carson," she heaves, twisting by her waist to gaze back at him when he's fully in her.
Those clear green eyes stare at him with open trust and compassion allowing him to let the past go. He's here with her now and even if he's never experienced the rest of the world, being with her will always be the best place on earth.

Kissing her lips, Monk keeps her close as he moves his hips at a steady, leisurely pace. He can tell she's enjoying it by her soft pants and the way her eyelashes flutter close every so often; however Monk also realizes it's not getting her there as quickly as it is him. His years of celibacy have given him excellent self control and that's the only thing that's keeping him from coming in her right then and there. Besides, he wants to see her orgasm, wants to know that he's the one who caused that.

Recalling how she angled her toy before, Monk moves his hips down and drives up, testing a few angles to observe her favorite. Her features give it away when he finds the right one. Pouty lips fall open in a gasp while her eyebrows draw together and cheeks flush.
"Oh God, Carson," she moans, "there. Stay there, baby."

Her sweet request is one he's happy to follow, driving against her in that exact spot at a pace that's only slightly faster which he can still maintain. All too soon, Lexi's body's tensing, going rigid in his arms as she entwines their hands at her waist and squeezes.

"Carson, Carson! Oh, I'm..."

Before she can finish her sentence she's already orgasming. The grip her pussy has on him has his knees weak and completely shreds his self-control. His body succumbs to biology as his mind succumbs to his body. Hips move instinctively at a jilted, rapid speed while his veins are flooded with all the best hormones. The high is enough to blind him while sending him spiraling into his own orgasm. For a few seconds that drag on like eons he's in a state of pure ecstasy, body and brain as one as they finally relax.

When he does finally flutter back to reality, Monk finds himself cocooning Lexi, her body yielding completely to him. With heavy limbs, Monk manages to withdraw from her and roll onto his back, facing the ceiling as he gathers his thoughts.
Holy hell. That was not where he thought his night would go.

He assesses for residual feelings of shame and guilt yet finds none. Lexi knew exactly who he was and she still wanted him. His perfect woman and she wanted him.


He gazes over to her where she's sat beside him, legs to one side having righted her dress. Not that it does much. He can still see her gorgeous tits through the lace, still remember the heavy weight of them and the delicate satin feel of her nipples. His eyes go to her beautiful face still tinged with pink from the exertion where she wears an expression of insecurity.

"Um, Monk?" she tentatively says.

Ah he suddenly gets it. She thinks because now that they're done with sex he's done with her. To ease her concern, Monk reaches out a hand to her, snagging her by the arm and encouraging her to lie beside him. As she does so, he nestles her in closer causing her arm to rest over his abdominals and her face to tilt up to see him.

"Told you to call me Carson, Lexi. Only people from before the MC used to call me Carson but I'm not Monk to you."

Lexi dares not to read too much into that but the sentiments are all the same candy for her romantic soul. Unlike her sister, Lexi knows she gets attached way too quick and romanticizes events that she really shouldn't. It's a trait she's done her best to tamper throughout the years however when saccharine words are spoken they do sometimes reel her in.

"Okay then Carson. Are you okay?"

Forget her. Concentrating on him gives her the motivation she needs to ignore her own flowery, mushy feelings from sex. And it was sex, she sternly tells herself, not 'love-making'. Nope. No way. Too soon for that. Way too soon.

In either case, it was basically Carson's first time and his stoic face means she has no idea how he's processing it. There's bound to have been some negative or unwanted thoughts that arose and whatever she can do to ease his discomfort over it, she wants to help.

His face does break out into a soft smile, eyes softening as he plants a kiss to her forehead and mutters, "yeah girl, I'm okay."
"Okay. Then if you're okay then..."

She trails off, unable to find the words to communicate what she wants. Actually she doesn't even know what she wants to say. And that is a very rare occurrence. Lexi's always known her mind and known when to speak it too. Not having anything to say or knowing what to do is an oddity for her.

Carson does though. His face remains relaxed as he drawls, "you do realize you've adopted me now?"
"Is that right?" she retorts.
"Mmm-hmm. So if your dad asks, it was you who chose me."
Lexi laughs at him covering his ass even though out of all the brothers, her dad would love Monk for her. Her dad already holds Monk in high regard and hated all her ex-boyfriends so this would be his ideal situation.
"As long as the adoptee doesn't treat me any differently around his family than when we're alone together then I can live with that choice."

Although she says it in a teasing manner, Carson's playful demeanor falls into a more serious one.
"Lexi, even if you weren't the Pres's daughter, I would never do that. I got no need to hide any part of me."

That remains to be seen but from what Lexi's seen of him she knows he's a man of his word. Plus part of being in the MC brotherhood is that they get to be who they are, screwing society's expectations and rigid rules so if he's this sweet to her all the time then she's going to be in big, big trouble soon. Still it's a risk Lexi's willing to take. He can't be any worse than the previous guys she's dated. Once you've scraped the barrel things can only look up.

"Well...Alright then. I guess I'll keep you."

A/n Hey all, quick question: for the next chapter do you want to read another 'original' One-Shot (they're all original lol but I mean new characters and a stand-alone chapter) or do you want a Part 2 for one of the other stories already written? 
I will do a Part 2 poll at some point but would you guys rather have it next or in a while? 

Thanks for sticking by! I hope you're enjoying these :D xx